#and yes you should learn to draw fat people of all ranges

[roger-paladino]

My favourite thing about Tim body type arguments is that really he's not even that fat. He literally just has a bigger frame than everyone else, more of a dad bod. It's not like we're asking you to learn to draw fat rolls and double chins, just give him some actual body mass

#and yes you should learn to draw fat people of all ranges #but like complaining you cant draw tim fat so you'll draw him as a twink. when he... isn't even that much bigger #its so... confusing... like hes the perfect excuse to start learning #not saying i dont need to learn more #because i absolutely do need to study more body types #but the people that refuse to even try.. my brother in Christ its not that hard #marble hornets #.txt

[libidomechanica]

Me in the unblessed Cross that I

A ballad sequence

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As easy might sweet as they leaping     he lover, and down the racket this truth describing     to touches Heaven, my

spouse Nancy; yet I’ll she has been     past the frock and so there, is a look back in traffic on     the long I will live on

the fruite of ever praise out of     ours? I open mouth-deep in twixt me avow—you are heart,     as in a loaf, her painting

she doth euer I wist the fat     Oxe, that beauty go with rage of Absál, the Golden rod,     thrust us from crime to

live, our cared to. Choose me dead by     tubes she but aske hem at the lady-flowers, mother, who     turns in the ocean in

it. The palm was on his head became     the monkeys make it on primrose-banks, and bound, and nowe     I wote, it with a hole,

as well. Had yielding a watch himself     might through a bleed great rings do stanck, thou will, what heart its     head, my verses dight, that

seeldome children, the house and gone!     Each by much of life that and down to see: why should not be     matcht, were beside! And his

Heart only we whom thee; for, soon,     dost the sting, and oath from the stand in thrall; and so a woman,     he shadow dance in

your addresses, and enemy     to remind the more than a mile, more stroked my dust to him.     Pale bodies like thou would

bargain ye wandered all wood pigeon     that was vncouth: so long, I know that walks will come to me     with standing the mounted—

he and I but the Prior, turn     him ne’er sae sweets war not, as banished, then ought which breaking     the sun, and wood: oh, light,

’tis with an encounted in an     empty cup, nails rusting innumerable Bridal wiles     she went for blood. And my

brow, he ledges of gold, or sleep.     And watch him name of light of Death wilfully approaching     silver dew on ever

its spotted in it thee anear.     What lockt up Pearl; or business may I stand, of legs in time     exchange my smart, let this

rude affray, for Roffy is whooping—     anon-anon: the white seal. Some music-notes, for I     missay, but little tent

of children, the love me with thy     breathe sworn to the stars into the slow braille touch that vast head,     and weep that is not passed

anguish, we changed: the heart as soft     hand? Me in the unblessed Cross that I leave, till lingering     and she is sore When a

map, but nowe I would weary, assist     my poor old breaking off the wind, thy word, in handsome     angels such Liberty.

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She casket of me; I rather     milk-white roses gules are here you long; I was not so.—     He was standing thus, and

coole. As they con to come would taint     each the hideous state, your name,—sweet, an’ shape, that’s all flowers     of me; I rather

Jonson now. And when we missed. Those     live and Absál out on a sheet which birth drawest thou thy     Palace-Chamber, I, when

you’re dubbed the radio plays its     fruit presence, then did prepare. And midnight, I fear. With the     men must die, or learn the

world of forces, weak, and perhaps     it is built withered place where else can restore of shame, and     string blast the winter’s hands

of Chokan: two roads diverged in     your hand discover if thou never live in silent pictures,     or pears; and the sweet

air we will sit beside my hand—     just lonely, i, a long white limb of a voluptuous     care of another let

me brought, for a fairy dream with     blue plumes upon the rose. The start will for that; god uses     us to hear their fruit.

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And I don’t like to the rain it.     Marry Diggon. Gloom and even it, had entered with a     shoebox. Is proud rose or

which all world and hark! And heard so     nigh. Fly; then will go by, but not very lonely, or sinner?     Turns the rest of the

Ears of those circles hold wives a-     sunning a better, the same shepeheards bene her     flowery meadow-land,

rapidly rave, Sir. Wood: oh, light and     draws it not your name, that they rang the fat Oxe, that fell too     precious room, the little

roof of gloom, and Job, I must give     me.—Paint the Corner-house! And still may stay so solidly     where I whilome there do

people, with her hand on Wound of     every day like to a Shrine, and wonder at night he lies,     they holden foolish tear,

that high place, interpret God topples     from out d’ye say? With enuie, yet I will weep who need not     feel the spring so lost

all the Noose of the greater shows,     the moon, and still’d? Saddles them in a Prayer, or give full     flames of its purpose! Why

shoulder as his laboure him through     a little lazy love of Folly needs fight and seek for     a burning. This choirboy

voice slow braille touches nobly plac’d,     as in about his asthma: it’s a’ for there is stand, one     blustrings, laughed free an LP

of poets who stoops to her     choice virtues only we whom thee? Lightning fate: but pretty     rooms; as since Faire is to

yeild. The Drinking a sweat and ben;     Blythe and I forget there mayst thou grieve, that way shall my woman.     Skill, your weekends all

I’m more than one: the most with the     angels from all the cream from the birken shall approaching     love. I turn the souls woulden

drawes out for shalt there who     never two were the deed with its heart beat this last I see     and render and dream. Flower

shut did his great Pan bought my     poor worm and the altar- foot, fresh cheese and bouquets of still,     and wash my hand is! Before

since Faire is strong darts but     tormented screech owl is the three street—why, soul to pray     When flowing, listening, look!

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He did it like or suspicion.     To comes your mind elsewhere all delights in the Flood, know not     wake at dawn was on his

ski poles.—He’ll not less truth slip. The     Mind green electron waits for vnknowne that’s so persever, the     thunder’s sound of itself.

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But a monk, you so preposterously     a foreign fellow,— who can say by what the Silver     shows no disconsole: and shut my eyes, and through the     others that fills both, two

outcasts always three little to     tell is delicate web, the grosse. Who will be endure, nor     Iron bars a Cage; minds to he crossing the played but keep     a heaven, my Lover

will but us three I am     the haire; her fall; she will go by. To blazed between, above     me with your dangerous squire will live that nowe is in her     lawns given out alone.

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And I—soon man’s hands no except.     I know my heart, however would so proud flesh, men sayd, was     playing silver dew on every stone on ever yet was     daye light. Phoebus’ light be inly know, i’m half the Trial Men,     and whifts of prey will not

from their heart that come to make not     the iron stair into one. Between a dream of youth who     lies a woman, saints—a laughed free not to sale though the Rahvs     in the obits, and casting himself at their faces the     rings thrown one day whether

Lippo for a year whose mouthful     of branches into an empty road as he shock of late,     with a sigh somewhere, like horse, out a truth! Fixed a day of     dread figures of my love her for that high way, her, piano,     and eating the little,

that came up a wail of pure     repose, fingertips, there is thing together, all to hear     divine, made rival with a mobile nose she moves with the     shirt sours my name. When thou payèd were. On 100K a weed-clogged wave:     and then safeliest nard.

Spine athwart that the heart, however     the fraught with crooked back a pit of half-stripped him affray,     for Roffy renne to stay. To quickened hilt, and play, and     ye’ll slip of a winter’s hair. Make a fellow face at the     air. To wave. We had caught

foot, wrapt in another mouth-deep     in twixt the wrong reason, until it spring! Speech, its pride     which gentle Lawiers, wage, like a bitter loud that set, my     selfe lies, very streets and though I was trying till fling their tryst.     It’s art’s end wheresoever,

ever will not less learn some     prison fare, the blowzy bag of his honor that lies by     his job. That I heard; his Soul can both pleasure to the crank,     we soaped the men whose early days old, content, but who     was give that curl the black

Despair: he only one traveled     fleeces by. About, if given out a sigh: for if you     got his estate the Dogge the moon is past, the loved yesterday,     the beauty, blunt and bring part of every careless and     we went, curtain that every

weary wandered wings, hands, nor     set, haply I may grow, if not, as banish’d, I wil thee!     Then unto your eyes may buy, till Pan and coole. Scrape of cold     with thy sacred dew; Protect the health When disappoint     The fair Via Lactea.

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That sands of miserable. Yellow     was Salámán heart always unkind, a substance haue his     face—his, elbowing Cups

run swift hazard of well-tuned soul,     but by my love wasted, wae is my father let me love,     but a word to evening

miserable world is clasp? You no     more brain? Thy vttermost I saw the banks of Earn, and me, curled     like a tiny earth, no

life, in shell, and play, and raise; but     it keeps with subtleties. Hand tell her, though most recently—     the wise, or, what we said

it would have clotted in a map,     but a monk! And frantic looks at distracted by a sketch     in your heart was a bird

and all in the meant knight. Which neuer     had a stones are names for wanting. Been fucked within my     arch of care which, whence did

not I put yourself the breathless     song, my dearest, thinken agayne. With prison of you, beauties     into an empty

as a cliché. In the iron     gin that! Ask not the end of States, and losse, and kept the one     who say the clock smote on

the one can die by in languish,     and the time by this separate Hell. To be free: they live that     merchant’s ships that time, you

give to the concent dividing     bed! And the soyle would see love you contends, it charms, like     this to your hand you renounce

my eye, the stairs: and to see     me, day be a resurrection, sent in the look at the     blue sky is clear streets and

the raw quiver will live ever     wife moved from the minded, quoth the more. His gifts which helped us     at our soul! For if

you are made me put in the strait     melted in the windshield— and day: but eat? And happy freedom     in prisoners cannot

be bitter it has fetters bound,     from a little frighten the sun, that passed thilke same way, for     in the urchin’s fit for—

that camouflaged tip into his,     now! Gloves that face it was not your old-fashioned tirade—loving     heaven that set, a

man spoke in men’s views, they know me     like roses all fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light: nor do you     for blood and riding fate:

but in the lordly word, in hands     which neuer sette all day, and wear; though I can form a     fiery forget youngest

are at word to excuse himself     with manners, nay, the light the breast doth the noise. Turf, and black     and glories, crowing around,

with light. These tunes our three leather,     who was grey, and played it up, do—harry out, each gripping     it? Insults withal.

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A heart in my distracted, in     prison air; the matter the Law gave you dearest on it     thou mought it these amber

Heaven. We will give me. And what     this chiefe praise saying Laughters I not to me. That I’ll stir     on the scrape of cold wives

a-sunning wind blood? It and ben;     Blythe, blythe and I wend, my Mine of your hat, the skipping     waterfall live all delight:

each one hand, and through a murdering     crowds before, I strike one! To the year’s plainness of her     hand you renounce my dearie!

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Red brick or that down—and white. No     life, in the dark as nigh! A scientists say, whistle though     a wistfully at their

colour it had glutted up and     staring her modesty fixes the same long, asleep     reciting my finger-nail

on the Belov’d never yet have     been happy in being forced, motion. Last you are no giraffes     in star-showers, throw,

entering remove? Love at an     altar build together it had we delude thee bright bridge     of this until this

untimely sleepe, for I do bewrayed,     we grew up on Greek i’d have his mother, yet I wil     they wore they’re boring cheek

to nurse in a Prayer, or his     own like a spleen, and here was my luve to see what, if you     cleave to the moor, and that

spangled tear, to changes, surprises—     and God from field to find weak point did pantomime of     loue it is, you wanted

tread: but all air as that she downe     here robben one day you’re dubbed knight. My love we spoil it, get     you as well. Made all waies

that set may dare to morn she says,     I’ll wed another Angels such, as of Caiaphas. Of moss,     of fierce arm, signing heaven

wide scatter whether head. The     accidents happiness fade: exit seraphim and trembling     sounds forgets, but never

saw a manner nor discredit     you: when done, the fat Oxe, that undulant which I can     tell. I’m martyr to a

Shrine, abandoned, almost evil     fan. With their heads shake strangers struck that shuts its way to something     flower turn on the

World still downe her hands that the pleasant     leave that, he victim’s son shaking and good-bye: no light!     Makes vs languid breeze.

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Hath made of ever would know it     is, made sense—merged in Patty’s room, the was she flies; then laughed     free, starves in they striplings, laughtertyre growes wearied     on thy trains. At peace, and staring your feet—the chamber, I,     when June? In Debtors’ Yard

thy beauty’s orient pearles     diuiding. Wall is spurting at my darkling still God’s kindlest     all round, you shoulder as I know when though it held in gyves,     and was born again and why he look’d out, and shidder.     His last I saw you went

to rue my selfe in a moment,     but you make his chiefe fall, and Grisi’s existence six months     hence, more such mirror was false, and still to ease there were close     for baptism, I am over and says, I’ll wed     another beds and in your

fame! Where I, when their silver, to     the errant note of my moan; Yet now doth new and newer     purple seed be graseth the difference. Devil’s-game! Double     was she, Blythe incantation not waketh, and opened once,     you shall steads, ylike a

single down, and fear—plagued with a     great cruelties. But Phemie was in. That I heard his more ways     than one: the rosy temple come home nearer to half in     her own when to her loves slips through of that I may but Flight;     day after battle, small

and grey, and makes the very     sacrificial move still.—I too wan, or hollow mind the months.     Once haue bene of the greasy hempen rope hooked through those     which reason, until it slays the Felon’s narrows pair, I     dream a little thing town

stole between loves tip with the sun     upon the Regulation in the sun is going on     their convent’s friend each sides thus govern thongs, most terrible     to those glorifi’d to Ice, and we have a green field nods     its hackneyed speech, its pretty

rooms; nor does not in them, his     job. That is no chapel on that travel in it these secured     at? And casten to mount aloft into one could not     heroines, saint Ambrose, and the Absolute, and Leander;     that I am so

strangled break the purple things thrown     like this second and honour. Then I dreams, in a place     ambitious thoughts in vain. Women if you delights, no light, all     frail, but all the blythe warm eve find abundant. In the shift,     my spouse Nancy; yet them

nor purposes the bargain force     thy remember sleepless Eremite, those other Angelic     slip of a week and you, when it was a lynx, and may     see your painter and enrich you will be back in our state     reveal’d. Well, another,

all right, where she replies, with her     pretty birds tune thistle a little loss of Caiaphas.—This     is how we have year; chloris is not murderer of mangled     in your kiss. As if God’s words have borne in good bye,     allegiance! I did loue-ditties

peepe; nay more for it all, but     show when he was uncurl’d to Ice, and the for the designed     to tell the right foot, with a hollows like roses of air     tho, the knaves pick up a wail of pure as made no scream. The     wall is his fires fade as

well if she can break it must set     our heads and shidder and shore, and after they led, and all     the strong minds there who looked at the plums, or liker and rope     that Love, and up and shucks, refused by joy … the love. Us,     and leans a kind of faith,

too—filled with limits far as I     kneeled at him to the deuill be out blow more dear ruine soul     from thee; and those days have curse of thy feet, a Haire takes the     fat from Sin? God, where she doth hidder anthems thrilling the     sylvan singers to see

how we had not walk about thirty     minutes crawled out along the flocks tend.—This is to the     would entwine itself, mum’s the prime of day by what you put     for something—the gotten wood, thrust us and devout within     my soul, never bed.

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Divert strong upon they strike one!     Contrary unto ye; and cleanse his sleep, in Man terror     the mind, the palm was out, each other so; yet freedomes     back. Slips through came down tents. And Jealousy a human heard     him singing angel-brood,

lilies for him Pity’s machine     made it stir or little widder, he would my seal shall my     endless vigil kept, hath left his pipe, each gripping wants to     rue my staff the blood and Dread and wondering ivy, two     rings me through the moon is

past, and the hideous state, neede     feare not walks by nights in Christ came neerest thou grieve, Dear I     loved the foole I oft suffred you appear. For pity     oft will for this to the dead. Belief has strong in Sant’     Ambrogio’s! We walked amongst

the will not me; observe his many     rings the bitter less? With yawning most, the pure repose,     or learn to see. Tho when he wakes up bands of pearl and staring     your beds down to his spirits taught unto. Where on his     great rounds, wears them, clicking

together. Two roads diverged in     a rigadoon of the Absolute Ones who stars,     innumerable word: and down the shepheard so nene a kurre, and     the days are already; nature risen to meet he lies     in God’s words not better

spirit man in red rose! You, after     than the lily, unheeded a musky Chain, these hymns     to pulp. The love, nor thy worthy to win her watches that     is lodging wind blouse and stumbling steel; and sick surmise. I     gave for to grieve not save

one from they be yellow’s simple     bodies,—That’s in their sense— merged iron, the boggy summit     …. But heedy shepheards, I found low, so firme love and they hold     men who through enjoys with it. Who know, i’m half in her     Never yet was a cheat.

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Chloris is a most wise by Phoebus’     light that set our thorn. Then by much let me behold, while     crafty, I am all

caruen the other Philip, I     have caught: desired my head. Of those end of our heart burn     and all growth a vengeful

canker eat himself near, to this     moment you! He continents, divert strong upon the Lord     Christendome: but when I

lie tender at will not whether     noblest a haloed ascetic thread, nor fame! When a day     he sat and going bashful.

But who can tell to my fortune     she-bird of grass in the Chaplain ram that needst thou grieve     to those which the breasts, my

Thoughts and all thou hadst played it look     her Hair would we delude the worst tattoo. Lips do now as     I can no doubting our

cells, and no more: and hark! To day,     my hopes do cry. But thou wilt crown the blame him, on the dog     his Eyes, which I gaze upward

became on a golden shock     of cataract seas that sands on this truth I do adores     a garden and fear—plagued

within, stick a pencil in. The     shpheards voyce, the cond times nor careless and hurt me. As thought, that     which hides your torches the

first Man took growling, prayed, we grew     fair some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and where was struck vainly in     her e’re. Let thy wide flatt.

Tamed by joy … the light, that matters     talking, straight, that man with hem emong thee! And saves that endless     the cup runs before.

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Overcome of my youth, outdrank     the presenteth nought but mine recall the every day things     for a living has got

men’s faces seemed to see and so     he has a perilous beast for blood? To boards ere wit that     has a pall, this may buy,

till, beside his fair Syrinx are     free. The shadowy brook, that waits for the sheepe. To the cow     slung with that is my Jean,

to be, forsaking wealth of the     sea wand’ring it? The one who says tomorrow or joy? Our     heart, and towering looks love.

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So little thing body so ill     haunt you; ever part of men—man’s face where to recall the     very weary be, as

we prison-air: it is confused     it, and in the Rahvs in their cookout scuttle off to honor     that sweets war not, sweet

breathe burning Beauty. To ease me     clever: this spirit meet come to you. I showers as moisture     lend to another

lips a kiss, and weak. But this be     heard mought of clay and yre, which when spring so longer free,     starved, feast on beauty who

crowned rose, and she winter in     Florida. The main—why should I climb out. He does not be our     chanc’d a ringlet of desert

rove? May her Cheek would be better     come to mountains light, and then all Minds best friends along     the little dreadful things,

laughing like murmurings, hands of     Cities and briers. Since yourself— first As I gaed up from the     doors, and great Pope’s sighed all,

am Master—a. Or utterly     things she’s fretful, I haue his shuddering did any     sort of shabby grey; a

cricket cap was out, each the was     uncurl’d to thee prayer, or dry, a man, he shore, all of     costliest wherein

affected seemed light, who should love is.     For that the Eyes taken delight: nor marks the pure; though the     stroke of the stove late struggle

borne in the sun as the cast     to seeke redresses? Of filthy dart hath gain’d of less they     are ready to be long

white! Both of the dore, and wind, when     a Signal out of his choirboy voice behind here the great     god of grace that’s in her

tender dress dancing, when you’re my     tremulous haste away the sad face where we’ll be both hence,     and saves throat and how good

he is weake defences. Merged in     smirking hands, and old; some striated rocked to us, and peace—     this woman flicks us.

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Save to see or to that seeldome     chaungeable, and in your hat, their beards sich, God know what a     joy proportion wanting. I am watercresses than     showers as moist earth and

what way to paint dyes us red;     in broad main doth me ye women if with undefiléd     Robe to Heaven and wash my ear; but swift hazard of grass     understand at every

woe; my life, in short tunes and look     upon Design upon your eye—tell you, whom all is stiffe     and cleansed the day; for nothing water, clean: for steadfast as     they bene, no being

town stole feet we said One who sins     a second and shades when she might send flog the sound and and     his world began to mountains; small translates the loss of the     cond time’s one should say and

water, when two people suppose     I’ve brought were. Name it who was my Affection of the chamber—     nay, the soyle would rob the silence with hem many     nor purpose laid the

unblessed spot wild-eyed fly to the     child, those set of design! A way of your name just en year,     that said a wound and the wing’d eagle and a construe is     amo, I loved book, and

layen baytes to the more the sun     upon the cast all in wanton in a trice; that made it     spins both were to the yellow at earst the striated rocked the     accountenance find grey,

and by each hollows like a single     wilt say the undergrounde. And peasant king, then kissed the     spring a man: there is no moan, but well to shun the kitchen.     I see his forces.

With a bit of cruel fair; she will     dignify must set our own cost die. He caught up with a     bit of sorrowful noise over; and we heart from me, whateuer     fades, but will not despise.

A quire of prey will not meet     he lies, dry as the racket this lump of earth is flown away     for white robes, he had caught urn become, and to sleep     reciting my tardy name.

Fair Syrinx are faire haire; her forgets,     but wise by Phoebus doom is kindling, that the right and     humbly at the church, from autumn beauty, you know that his     soul! Her Elbow. Certain

would speak silently we went, curtain     sickle; I, poor months and against my lids apart from     you no place for punished. She is delicate turn’d when he     tries to Time. Lambs frisk and

quiver of the white finger, and     prodded to him the old breaks white lilies grew. Dumb harmony     with those gifts which turning. Was trying than thou was a cheat.     Nor doth both in those

Camaldolese and played by men; Thou     Angels watched man sleep he is made for each nipple in the     muck of thy decree me hence, is a fever. Or the hinny     he’ll painter, and naught.

Her strong; and anxious hissing guardsman     walked behind. Soules treason, until the should so pretty     pictures pensill laid: a Countenaunce, then ladies crowd of     poets who but sorrowful

noises of glass on that make     amends. My letters talking, straitest be bound, from limitlesse     faces. Will wine-red rose’s beauty of her smile before     since despair. Wish it

brings in the same married as sound     thee, I am cunning silver jets onto the world well     if she have a big girl’s bright and lifted up his Heart, into     marriage, this is most.

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Increase, the cock (the beloved.     Strongest habit; as again at fourth will fill for his crest     of the Assembly, and

feet and growes cold, nor an     Hermitage; that with pierced to diuorce from that train memory is     that sometimes don’t misreport

me, now! An LP of     poetry left on it and deeper since at Prato, splashed in     which I envy not dead,

for this said, but, for more for. Waiting     for girl, her voyce, the wall, there’s the barren staff the     window overlooking

a tear the gotten good, ye’re like,     he leaden vndersaye, to take with thee strength to the Room would catch     me home to brother

Lorenzo stand, one blustring sense of     Christ came too. In her navel the dark with wingèd brow dost mount     the bay where rose-buds filling

the marke: he had many send,     thy power, the artery of love: if I my ain lassie,     kind love wherein the

arms of the Tast, meat and makes it     bleed great or live and snowy mountains light and smutty jest,     thrise the sound of roses

at the top of the gotten good     ear to never saw a crowd of poetry left on it     and drops wet; and all euils,

cradle of the king’s sun to erase     a midnight are sailing; there is driving hands to roam     the matter when she chops

the stone step, and I know that white     rose. No Warder walked weight; for the passing guard blind and saints     again. This, I think me

so. Follow mind the with hem many     more. We felt a fleet in memory is the movies     beginning. Unseen is

that set a lock upon! Bird of     bread that happy rose, and let themselves with soul and blink o’     Phemie was the stops talking

at you play thy lover, the cold     serge and forth the soul! Or learned clerks; but if thou     A quire of bound with thee?

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And at our thorns and hearken how     I plot to iudge between border collie and riding far     away, thoughts one but a

learn ten minute, a miracle     got into yourself, for ever and stink of sleep. Asks, does     it bleeding nails; we rubbed

the cragge so state reveal to us,     and all, and third! Young girl who should weary, who guide     seafaring me, who has truly

Bacchanalian-like besmear’d     with the Regulation in this until I cried as the     will make the stroke of Folly

needst thou cannot take you? Draw     in the great enough the hangman, woman he will hear his     scared but if thy flocke, and

knave—that fellow was Salámán,     who had to subdue the love more living Death was born mean     my life, three long, I

desire with a mobile nose she     moving. Fixed becomes the hills, whitewashed wall who never heart     in all Minds best they were

in yourself—first As I gaed up     inside my hopes, so I was a pall, the fleeces by. Me     and nerve-twitched man—at

seventeen skiing their front on its     sweet we see or seem but a world those stars dangle by the     clay, you seest my love is

in Balboa Park and extinguish.     Chloris is no thinke of the kind love of your chance to     spare forth these shall steadfast

and chin for they kept therefore we     may take and gay, but swifter the gaol by Reading gaol rose     nor set, haply may for

a stone on ever in the sky     is clear.—All in parting aught to bed and causelesse thou     deserving me, the widow’s

head, my wavering and look’d     out, did foyle thy mind displaies vertues grew. Or root or a     flow’r in Man that God’s sake

hold doth itch, that now that, brothers     I not take the summer’s pride and day; for I do love. Feet     to the rings do scarce be

dead so straight not bear. Messing! Plagued     with apparel me relieve her many send, that we may     she says margarita

she might half betray’d by turns to     know her own true retreat or like asp with me, and of thy     guide seafaring your name.

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She taught with sails is good! Love, give     Perenna’s lips billing to sayne, but so its pretty birds,     the purple get, each in that, he victuall’d and pure daylight     all in the yellow wood,

and filled the Warder was still wouldst     my triumphs pinned to learned clerks; but if once we lose his     be heart and killed the cond the sky, and I unremark’d seating     pity. For years ago.

Yet all that my little dread,     nor, white lines, colors of pearl, lying simple truth I do     adore. For they shall on its sweet angel of those early     snowmelt along the

understand. When he said no word to     a motionless gone, that fills both hence, nay—he made of the     figures throat, and the skin triggers your addresses the Law     that the dusk of a bird.

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But a little child, to both sea     and all’s saved for sometimes have broke up a horses, girls gave,     because why sullen spring

closed in Beijing but vulnerable     beloved and when the sea, the like a light     pendulum. My poor can be

know them ride, twin Kernels in pain,     which, which turns the rose or hand its fellow, we said that they     glided fireflies and

hast cough, the thine, what now doth Beauty     began to love that prodigious moon, and white roses     gules are in the Prior’s

niece … Herodias, I would be     buxome anger, and nail— sit on primrose-banks, and found, and     whoever sinck. I was

given as plover’s line, the mounted     short. And a keg of beer: his canvas clothing accidental     e’re appeared in

crimson. At last off your soul, as     in there’s lap, a true world to fill, with the principle     yet each, where already;

nature risen to the roses     of rock, as all I’m made lovely in thrall to your zeal, while     the father beauties louely

light. I shut me in them-selves     looking we both has left. But if, both so bent, and our chilling     to hear her praise hath

three long day, my hopes do cry. Never     minds innocent music in the perfect harmonious     chime, tells him cripple,

or his bone away, it eats them     with such Liberty. In timely sleep like a childhood will     not heart, let our twenties,

the pitiless wave? Is a     gentlemanly game, but tell the soul, as if in pain, my past,     an envious death I

finde, sayne, the moment! These and the     little things in the after battle moment, but all thee     without a painter

multiply her Content and his chirrup     at height is yet, heavenly tune? Whose dalyings, tan sacred     beauty in their heads.

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Stranger; her manners gave sweet with     his weight once, thou madest me but the monstrous garb with a     sword! Has never since first.

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And we have been window, and something     do’t? My ex-lover refused by a dark square again,     to be enbalm’d by me,

and such pixel you’d renounce upon     our shall Pity in days? They don’t you would weary, Senses     all round me in a

Prayer, or where much of flesh and     wanted weary, a man, say, both in both side o’ the former     Catholic schooling spangled

mine. Over, and hear the from     our strife, and her ankles. And tasted o’er incertain sickly     appear but were likewise.

I sing, we find a morning     women at euer tho’ I die. And find fauour creepe? But of a     cure, the crowd of praise it

is at peaceful solemn gloom and     casting innumerable, clamberable. Despair; a     third, the must eat throw,

entering a pictures, or ruine sought;     in vaine thinking a betters! Against us, against us,     again. Like to his

Lips; reproved, and no reason     hunted in it. Blythe injustice of my life, and some gracing     car nor did shoue: each

hollow me bears of fragrant bosom     with a most despair under the keep while it was old,     its lines traced like sleep I

returns—already in our look,     some weeks. But in your indifference. Strike those powders to end.     Now standing ring, and both

sides are slathered to pain, with showers.     This confusion of Dracula my faces seemed to     it, every human he’s

two hours in the pious people,     with silv’ry wings that th’eyes of dogs, they hurt yourself the birds     twitter, the field sleep

reciting her mouth, unlearn to light     across sees than an Ant’s eyeballs pure daylight and lang has     gone beneath to be! In

its soft like to her lovely shepherds     call. Your hairs, but all the night and good-bye: no light and     Duty be thy song, my

face I wouldst bear it. Seeping prisoners     case, for a minutes after a day he savior of     that Christ came to the deed

within nor Moon. You dragged me with     my grand poker-faced illicit emails, ton entanglée. These     our and seek for roses

gules are it. Bright to trie; beauty     is crown the world; thy vttermost I see and quick, she replies,     very casual though

most Peace engrost; what’s somewhere, haplesse     thou didn’t see reveal, to bind my whole word to see; and     the man, saints—a laughter

clasp? Built back of an antique song:     but kindle coales of the bloated morning, when the new-     blooming, I come, sing their

face is buoyant as thee with the     oracle got it, from his sing nought need not hear, why hast     cough, to which all their boots.

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We die and I myself a drap     o’ dew, into bed and against mind discourse, get beyond     expressway. Last: if twice,

dear, that is left. Was a life in     me. And Preaching my tardy name,—sweet plight? Banks o’ Earn, and     maken a Mart of Yúsuf.

Better it was to the     weatherless head a singleness! Within us and says, Ours     is a look, sharp-fang’d Martial,

and shut my Life melts with too     much wrestling where we love, and such unholy grounded     exactly four difference.

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With the denial come night with     wide oppen through an into thee. Because he may hap I     see and ev’ry life pleasure

closed behind taking lime was     no end, a maze where by touch of mayntenaunce. Take thee in     silence comes be; weel ken

I my ain lassie, kind love of     your mouth, cap and devised you. I liked the air! My love to     Friend. Who say prayers too,

unto dance together. A quire     with ends. A year who had they were two rings renew’d. Side, till     something lover, and may

take. Was it gentle the green fields     breath; but, for the burning he love made her for her jewels, and     green on Marlborough a

winter’s hanged away for we should     entwine a music-notes, for father wiping he love to     Friend. When I my ain lassie,

fair are bereav’d me, harmes doe     only tears running star, from field to be ador’d, as we     could to where yet remain!

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Eat this bate, and in Vienna.     Which grown like the turtle. Thou wilt prove none. To both side doth     holy and for him Pity’s

long, and sigh back a penalty     kick. Asking man, saints and her eye. Like a fellow down,     the padded door, and winters

at the wishes him, but you     be; Alas! Through an into the end is alive twice, the     sea! Pretty joy! My eyes

are snug to that seemed light think through     a window he hope and showers. Strange, that sweet husband to     higher thing God, that and

day-long blessed it, lost heavy tears,     like the flesh, you’ll be over; to equally marry leans     a kid, but not good choycest

tree; or bid it with thy galage     once met withered; now to folk—remember, I, when with     orient pearl a doubled

meekly from below. Could instruct     those that white when the chest—And I will tell in what the     corner for chide their boots.

Ah, what’s best, our grave: nor debar’d     from their devotion, sent in the cup of demirep some     Eyes taken, to be the

nigh, till Cherry ripe themselves with     you wilt, remember: falling tongues licking them, bleeding on     my handsome sidled up

his Neck to yoke where nought thy words     through absence, hail fellow’s got no night, music was plentye: and,     like a clock on a glories,

the street—why, soul more where’s     a constellation in the one way where you return’d to     the yard that by their jinglings,

hands. If ’tis stiff heels so, althoughts     surcease, cheered and extinguish, and beauties finding themselves     are my Prison of

his moment you! Nay more fooles     selfe lies the train once, and fro, a disease reign’d all frailties     that ought to sink, was for

them as hollow out at grasp them     with the parting for City. Thirty minutes crawled in the     who should wear; tho’ I die.

And to slide, whiles he each man does     not pray theyr cote. And stitched withers heritage; you walked amongst     us from the hinny

he’ll notes in prison-wall whom     love of Fame, stellations in red bricks bene Wolues, as     these our countenaunce. And

see him to me, if you and like     that we abase her modesty fixes that which I envy,     that every miserable

beloved. Thus me to be,     for the question—who come home, if I’ve wants to see. A quench     with someone hunger. God

topples from a selfish gravel     both and at our heart, and talking at my days     Again to innocence.

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And by no means mercurius, then.     Your hang the bar and by no others I needeth to beare,     like lemonade and song

to say, both in their cookout scuttle     boote: for he whole of Love—and so as I can tell. Be     scorching to toes and hid

him in a globe of raunge of Christ!     Backward into the terror crouched, I’d grow. And makes a     deadly striplings, laughter.

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And chin forced to us out for     baptism, I am old, and only a cut, a half—     inch scar glowed a great man’s

like them; only a cut, a half—     inch space I proue her still thee why so pale? There we pilchards,     that cup has paled with a

sigh: for the man walked, mad mourn and     white on the chops the back at the eyes that round is set, a     man. With blunt the prize thy

love be soon: there we’ll build together,     speak a gentlemen. For like travel both and aye it     charms, like innocent music,

and those with shed claret and     stiles where are the Mind greedy licorous heart only one     less than they strikes in them

nor prince at the long I will climb     out. Then if you most circus puffing by on bamboo stilt-     like morning, and blythe waves

upon your hand tell time. And half     for they grew? Afterwards fall a sleeping the meant to be     true as much leprosy.

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When June? And I wil the swifter     than a casque the village, fainter and take her; if of her     forgets, the wightly past,

and made a cunning face? In this     rusting in the oracles.— Have let’s some warm air beneath.     Does she but memory.

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I’ll wear a garded bed-posts shine     in her tragedy. Two roads, as they were they did not bleed     at the Grand Canyon, stiles,

over the air, together, speaking     the windy sigh: the City’s machine. To the frock and     quiver of all other

did’st me good, the black dock’s dreadful     pen, and, with Rose, and mishap, a deep dost die. Possessed, within,     sticketh fast, sing

innumerable Bridal wiles she     wants to slow and stranger; her manners may Sacred professors     who never been death.

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To recall the vilest deed. I     held me by thy bright and lights in Change; then assum’d, as if     crooning through came to? I

shuffling thoughts surcease, cheered at?     The way whether it with a flattering looks were thus we     rust Life’s iron stain there.

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… The monks closed behind. ’ The Yarrow, to quicklime on     that he meant to see, being crammed, the night. Looking we both were spick and stepping it? Kind     at eve on tiptoe, said One who confess.

The field sleep and maidens as far too sadly?     And as one may hold him day build in fauour credit give and multi-track white on the flies,     went about these secured at? And does

usher my dying, yes. The lily this way! To     country house in sweet side doth swell, rich in place where Loue in my arch of Counsel of the     Trial Men, and saw, with a flattering

against all that great vehemence, within a day,     it eats the very long, after Sorrow or joy? I happy in a woman flicks us.     I have a spleen, and a bunch he

lies, and fro, riddle texts purpose, whose pure as a     fever. Whit behind me whether of the South. Spoke the garbage tub is more to live so     many years beguile he sleep. So removed

him look like a knife in the steep, while I stood     and fair Corinna sits, all the world had crossed each wish to die: ah, how I plot to catch     men who tramped into bed and pure daylight

be matched him going of a desperate loved,     and through enjoys with those circummortals, love kill’d soil. Is buoyant as the little heap     of busy fools may grow, if not, madam:

by your midnight torch of living him whipped over     the woman, with a green. Are all night and that she enjoy. If I could not kept, hath     no more best in Heaven them, his job.

Not all in vain! Astonished outward, from good ear     to his neck, or root or seem but as thou to slay me in his rude affraye, to deck her will     her sheepe out of Delights in violet.

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Like a bird and its tread: but this     fires fade: exit seraphim another Angelico’s     the banks of stick a

pitying eye, flying sire arose     from Sin? Since your joy: made you surrender and many,     seeming trust that her love

whom a watch him name for what? Why,     sir, flying of time’s tyranny, might lament the powers     and strangle wilt thou ligge

in loves, the memory rankles.     Unfulfilled a thunderbird instruct those who need not comes     one’s own quick, she enjoy.

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They dance first when she cannot take     his we went its hungry gorge. Nor Iron bars they help would     wear; thou didst imploy, like to his Lips; reproaching love, nor     the sky, seres Spring’s sun

to erase a midnight and keeps     its sweet the accords me at every drifting cloud and wine     we stay’d to behold thine own self is mild, thou teachest but     love and pea! Of those

Camaldolese and to he crust, pattern     of your charm to haunch. Right in leave to take her; if of     her tremendous teats shoot him look like to the window.—Blythe     in Glenturit glen. I

desires has broke promise throat     and in our lips meet, with such mirror walked they fly; then ought     of all sweet husband to take vp the praise her head: and have     been. With her head: and with

delicate web, the age to come     out of all the window for fresh from thee; if every streetlight,     with tinkling river Kiang, please, and bit were in you thinke     of shame, and lead were thou

teachest how to mell, for fear, back     to mine, make me to the Rose-leaf of heave that set, a man     who deem that seat of grief in Wine were he took all the shrubs,     with the wondered if I

shook upon a hill, crowned? When wearied     on point. Lassie, fair Corinna sits, and I will not     love first break the pleasure thinke how the hard, nor someone less     the years I must tell us,

neighborhoods we moved music     blended, the holy feet we couldn’t stand, one blush by day, and     his houses probes wounds do stand amid the singing star. The     trouble your magnitude,

and Leander; then his chief fear.     A Grain of Pity do those talons held young JESSIE you     see; for nothing into that soar above me into the     Sheriff stern with August

over the quiet we see the     sea wand’ring ivy, two recite. For white rose opened once,     farewell, this let us proved, a very little care; though     it may escape the soul

may say. Whose skies, too dearly bought     kills the vision, or dry, a sparrow banks of Earn, and blythe     and rise fresh, and pure imitate; and around plumes upon     the rose opened once, though

even by mutual order’d     as if crooning till all about my sov’reign Assembles     most fearful things be devoted to leade? The dog his own     horses over, dead. Will

unchange decreases two were beside     me, as we could say, both in both are the Oracle     got into bed and each foot, frail, but were soft piteous earth     for love me with blue regions

of the world had trodden beauty     in Love’s veins. I stand up to wave. Out into the skies     which I gaze on all the slaking that brings for he has been     in the dale, that she front

gate, petal, fall on the cloud that     has truly, why hast measure’s lap, a true right and briers. Nor     purpose. Oh, I am old, and loud till stop with that will     not letting the phantoms

kept thou didst thou single Almond     penuree. Call her tender- taken delight, thy decrease, and     then a Signal out of my arms, like a knotless men three     weeks in which of cause. Why

should give our feet to the days are     tired of words that has the thou hast men, so I may hold     men who doth both their Hell, and then thou would we done up like     to mell, for fear is there

had given, my spouse Nancy? With     me, as they are my Last Love, every drifting clouds are past     mud, the and both them. That it is it all! Of either     melancholy; then surely

with thy name history. But God’s sake     holds in the Devil turned you, now, this law: and then this is     the Heart on English is flatt’ring of a voluptuous     nigh! Which sits as the new-

borne sighed, being crammed, the stroke of     tinkling steel; and, if more, speake no more, fond fan her own cost     die before, and maken gayne, driuen for me in a night content     you affection’s hands.

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Now, is these ambergris and say:     last Love, I will keep a heart that held them in a coast, sick     of an antique song: but

in their cookout scuttle bone frosted     morning like fair Syrinx in traffic on that smiles where     I find outs of sleepe.

Mystery of feet foreign fellow     wood, and still downe here but the pretty sure time future, by     Natures pensill laid: a

Counterfect day. But little tent     of inward the kitchen. Fewer Woolues yrent, as both,     two outcast men, so I

may hap blue harmony with the     horse! Or sworn the convert the timmer o’ the pulse that vow,     this wretches throte. When a

life that Love, I haue borne in a     bar-room around, and ben; Blythe way to mine, make a shipwreck’d     even blue-eyed fly to

the day smith manners maim. As if     a long Devotion not walk by night what, if she says     quixotic she might starre seemeth

to mine! That leads on my lost     it is left but love you didst thou hast cough, to which the Ruby     Seal that we see or

seem is but and ball, for Roffy     is whence didst see, in the Muses hill; the rain mists dozed on,     dribbling so overwrought,

from that little tent of beard and     enemy to reel, and the fatigue is amo, I love     is in her own words they

want and snowy mount aloft the     paint soul am free, starved, feasted, despisèd love is bedside’s     blackened each gripping.

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It soon as the crowd of poetry     left foot, fresh cheese and thy breast, to feel when the unmilked     with thy selfe had glutted

up his lair. Grow rich inward     that grows holds a poisoned bait on purple seed the Dust of     a youthfu’ May its bloom,

a rainbow frill? There is not rise     nor hope of love maker, then despair itself of its prey.     To the rain memory

is the kitchen behind, not the     habit; as again, or hollows like on a shell the worlds     care: and having perhaps

not heart by night: soot-hoof and notes     are empty plac’d such a fixèd fancy. Began entomologist     in my Lover

with lips do not, joy delights and     tasted all, am Master of the wrong berth. She has been     was His Heart, the bravest

help. That roses of battle are     time to you. A dinner and not, after the Latin more     to love and evening miserye.

Nor will but us three long     ago; and Wonder at lines traced like petal by petal     by petal by petal

by petal, false speak no Latin?     All nigh on the errant note of Natures choyce, but by my     soul tells him compassing.

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Comes the bottom of bread their tryst.     One would I see your own when at night and somebody die?     And there is no more that

is come, and I felt a fleeting     prison-yard, went on: through the Passion that, had a blood he     clearest, and, the soul and

set them; only this wretched pose,     or learned, these musks, the martini he is in the ring     the marke, thoughts go free, fishes

him he is whooping—anon-     anon: through the night what, they say. To roam the tree. For we     were fully at the sand!

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Had each man’s heart in thy trains. What     shall I called into my fingers. From the hyde the Optick     Nerve, I wounds greater, cleanse

from all as I: for it on its     intricate turn’d before my smart, let these are made certain     o’ the day. I poured him

and makes vs language of thou     art well is spurting at your knave, till Cherry ripe themselves     with the wonders to yeild.

Strand! What two days are due to the     world drops dead from his scarcely moan, such pow’r, which least she fountains     weary be, and that

when men kills thy airy flight he     led it lighted, Prithee without show you a dunce, the game young     JESSIE seek it into

my eye, the victim’s son shaking     of love: if I my ain lassie, fair Syrinx in triumph’s     strife, and thoughts one must coupled

bee, sorrow Ile wed; Despaired,—     been happy day with their right across mud-honey bunch     he lies, that dawn grew afraid

of snow upon their tryst. Young     life is over, the shirt! Hand they glided past, and both Loue     to Will. You should after

sees through Street, blossoms to the Sultán     how I plot to call this better looks love’s veins. You seek     to nurse onto my eyes

might, and what we made arabesques     made no scream. The palm of his victors didn’t wants to go     away; or bishop, but

have to sullied nightingale     embushed in the faire Beauties be a resurrection of     thine and sick with this becomes

to Beauties louely light, and     tell her break me agayne. Like two bodies,—That’s friendship,     Gratitude, and the dead. Ah!

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My poor worm and those sacred children     are his fool lord, and alien in the yellow’s simply     black as he moves that

dawn was round your rimes accountenaunce,     the morning come, since where balm and our cells, the coward     does not be longer fly

like a year who can knows! And God     topples fall a sleeps its five gray hair: to dance to feel     another’s soul in pain, who

would be brought I must die. Droop, droop     no more: then, laden with bulrush and want, because why so     pale? Hast the endgame of

shame, and me, if I drew high! Bid     that matter to us, which prison make, nor debar’d from     his man no more red, in

Human Pittsburgh. What is not rise     up tomorrow after thereon the dream, we saw the fat     froward fever of his

golden shaw; but such misery     to mirke. Was caught with unreproved, a very sort of     Fortune. The months since like?

Each person showers but and do     what long legs and B’s, and up to wave. You flash and some poor     month: so, boy, from them till.

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My blessed spot will tell, a turtle.     She was song, half the place forbear your body’s future, or     a frog. They con to the

stroke of the shapes, and so, good name.     Here shall we find me out to me, as a fearful things that     broken night cut to delight?

Hovers with the Diamond of     golden cage. Back to mine own self near, that doth fare ill on     that holds a foreign fellow’s

simple seaweeds strown; doe you     resided fast, thrise the in Glenturit glen. My chiefe souereign     lord, dare I bidde her

lap. The tiny cell o Mercury,     as thou yielding—almost wretched up from above me!     And hard in our shirt, smell

like fine way. In tho counter-turn,     some weeks of Earn, as light! Their herd of her cigarette is     ended as somewhat foremost

true; for shalt be, the was sealed,     the man whole, as well if she can break from you, sir, while the     startled sounds, and ye’ll cracked

which might stare upon the apartment     while she rest, a bell to hear horse race. It eats flesh     Or utterly defy.

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Again for this what we knelt and     break through a garded joy if it the and the shore, as since     has fetters! And with inward

glorifi’d to blub like this     bate, as the hall eye- iudgement of chalk, and riding fast     as they are you can mann’d,

my kingdom and euer ligge in my     heart its last hour of revenge fall, and glory sat she downe-     right beforehand, a long

years told: there is difference betwixt     me avow—you are my Chambers of the day you’re not one     but there enough the Disease,

a hands and so all’s saved for     the dear ruin each had he cleaned ourself say: go with a     tap of my young many.

Some stick a pit of season with     heede and to sport, and Counterpane and ranne out, but how them     over America!

And the grossly dyed. You, to winter     lift them cough loudly, violence, this will enjoys with     a sigh somewhere all thy

sweet sisters as moisture lend to     die for a year, as thou have sword! And his practise spyed, for     he did my cheek for chide

my paper’s line, that her eye. The     palm was old, its line, the wight most rich in thrall; and country,     heaven that fellow,—who

can tear they were in the construe     is amo, I love, which reason, princely pow’r, which sound, and     let our Ashes mixe both

in both the light by elements     and he till it lay there like? A resurrection or moon     is the boggy summit ….

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Life is very way. Which breaking     of the deed with an enticing will be admired, wants     to give that love, why head

a-dangle by this the less for     a year or two on fig skins, melon parings, and Wonder     at lines traced like a mourn.

Who watches him, but I knew, and     peace—this wretched pose, a bastard violence, nay—he mad—     its head as he a brave

made a mortal pitch, that man and     Gods that caps the strong upon the shrubs, with the ball is forced,     mought up inside cleaned out

of view from the dusk of a Host,     nor red make the sick, nor even drive a car again after     stepped over the sun

in all euils, cradle of late, should     have been, Jeanie Scott, as to a Shrine, abandoned, Goodnight.     Ask me no more we passions

forfeited? Divert strong than     this be hearts can invade, and the world to blub like a spread     of kings, let this beauty

of blue white smallish female with     the church up fine and take a simmer o’ the Yarrow ever     part? The one who love.

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Crept behind taking lemonade.     The names of you doe given, nancy, Nancy; strength to say;     for the Felon’s narrows pair, like louing brain inhearse our leisure,     till action, and God mought ay deeper since breath. No arméd     Host, from the Assemblement

the souls—the porch and want to     be long, asleep to clear. And burn into think of sleep     reciting their autumn wild, and show your sheepe, as there, when it     wont, all foxgloves by the birds tune this beards sightless     tabernacle be: this touch

my tears we singing far away,     it eats the world would sigh back of another for me. Body     of my flashy acrobatics with ears do greet: call     like what prodigious mowing how we trod there in the skin;     I nibbled mine. The night;

but left the desert my all. Fair     maid invincible, love, my love lost; an old books that blessing,     we finds me as Divine. And ben; Blythe way of your weekends     and there I go. I earned rose’s best of the Sultan,     as he a brazen bell.

Cannot but know pining til this     be heart as soft, a hearts can in vaine thoughts of verb dancing     for, whereon: this time and briers. I look for what? And rubbing     young love go by. But balk the minds to night drown his heaven     of sunset. How bear they

heart a white skin that the learns the     cream coming, I come, by meads; where rose-gardens fair, and the     Ant’s eye; and in fairy dreamed he’d write, know no such a winter     multiply her Content which longer nurse at hand? Then     with theyr good in Man the

lighter clasp? I am undecided     whisp’rings shallowed first, the course whither, when I     was obvious hissing thing as flesh like a bloody, full     of chalk and quiet ashes fall about, that nowe nor shame     in distrust in action;

and swell, thy breath of the dark with     these fancied you as good! Or every human heart to shooten     neerest things of a Host, nor a clothingness, a hard     time exchange directed? We did most rich in each got to     his shield, and the kitchen

behind taking a better ill,     thy poet’s rage dropt the ribs of barren state out of our     beauty’s orient pearl a doubled me love. While they, like     to a Shop of urine? Presence, nay—he may not wish to     board mechanic ghost of

all, and hard: and watches out the     ocean is, the garbage tub is more that still check’d man trembling     sticks and again; but and beare booing is my meat dresse     mouth but you only one thinks me your cut to mortal     purity; betweene Ioue, Mars,

and the yellow does not stop my     way; who went for yúsuf— she began, but a word. But he     drank the sign is here, observe his side, twin Kernels in our     live no more we steep, when assum’d, who should not for a year     who knows well she has been

ungenerous, bloody sways. Not     so dight, and again if it brings made for a magnets clear,     and transitional South. Is full-crowne with the frogs sounds of     feet slippery asphalte ring? Are the flocks for me in the     ” He stone, the universe.

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Yet each in each other let me lovers meet! Did     the stroked my three-plank bed, till Cherry ripe themselves awake for my gout, my five months hence.     Vows that all? You have lover may see

your spring, it’s not sting the fat froward children     of Love—and someone might to a thing but the Bows the girls in my soul am free, fishes     for a curres called the fat fathers

call his gulfe. I am taking this head to     her as well. Take away that wingèd light, the wind sleep and breast deserve more that bring what the     please, diggon should it lies has decked to

kepe, is rescued from good would say Now I loved music-     master. Strangle drop of a drap o’ dew, into the world encompassing guard blinking:     as midnight, and Secresy the

shame, he learn her hair caught: and the thine—and Lifted     up his Neck to your meaning into an empty plac’d, as if a long delay! Softer     rhyme. And so they might through most implore

the night and youth with yourself and the stink of death     forever. It would entwine itself carry you, when I dream within, the human face;     terror they lust, then lack’d I make a

merry masquerade. And what the pirouettes of     you and doth both were stops talking, find its treasure, and comply with silv’ry wings to whisper     at the foote. I try to add life’s

appoint the Heads on my father sixty years hence,     and devout with no starve thee; and I knew the sun rests on to her ear. Bloom in proof, and     fair presence, nay—he made you know her

brows like two days old. For he is unjust? To mounted     into the praise her breast can give our father years, a metal trinket from soddein     for A’s and feeling. The heart on English

is that ought so specially about my eyes and     cream here. Smiling child; your old-fashioned tirade—loving knows how, and sware deuoutly the long,     no doubt, I’ve marriage into seclusion.

I am your slaves who turn on the will wood     pigeon that he was, not kneele an houre-long tale, nought little boote: for the stairs, or I     must should be one less tabernacle

be: if not, however saw sad misfortunes, and     so that will be my great of Lamech is more stops talking. And heart to whom he loves tip     with his great Pope’s sight to proud flesh is

proud full flame, stella behold that love heart beat throat     and grow banks of Earn, and she with an equal spirit may rise in piteous eyes of heart     felt a flattering its skirts, its heads.

To equally marred. Recorder should have broken     shall voice had made you make the fool, the love crosswise, and in youth who looks shew us Joyes,     but killed the sounded exactly like

a shipwreck’d, I am all the sheepes bloom in     my cold serge gown and whom all thing no hiding-place, interpret God thereon the played it     overmuch of his much as peace, this

is the moist earth and those armes the work with thee, instead,     women and alone: and, having this merry, what command of Wisdom cut and give     Perenna’s lip a kiss, the sound and

thirsty grief bright and does usher my sling. Or the     Temple’s works are peeping to bed and white, had each things pay who know, that which time will blushing     of season doubted if I shook

her lawns given head and husks of Earn, and saints—a     laughed, she crimson. Deep doth in they do but Lust, think you! Thou shall I thee comfort her, comforts     you thumbed, the dove. That Christendome:

but in the change your mothers I neede thy bright starred,     silent men have so ease my heart his eye wider were the brave made all the wall, the Breton,     not like tiles for you! Own hunger.

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Her eye, flying along the death.     Like a knife in memory yet. Eye in doubt, I’ve held your     leave to taste. The fattened to swerve aside: it slays than storax     from madness, Mercury, assist my ruined for me,     so lost throat she went round,

and we’ll be two loving, and merry     masque of heau’nly breasts, my Thought I must be matcht, were close     of her head, still to choose, for the pure company! Had stol’n     good nor son of a word, in the stone step, make gilly-flowers,     and perplext her love?

An LP of poetry left     on its long, and sick surmise. And along the Browne, as she     but and in quest to famous executives were, think a     murder nor the shadowy brook, that my head. Be bitter     looks Anthea, when I

came to breathless fellow,—who can     those white rose nor his line, the memory. Draw—his crickets     and bodies leaves is the jocund hours later, cleanse his fool     with silver. As was queen myself depart as from its heart,     however, you dare thine,

and all in the scaffold him in     a loathsome slim shapes, and catch me many turtles, until     this. We had no word, the moment at them deep in one, I’ll     shew them to see thou art or counsel—whereby Love comes near     that fair town’s on thy beauty

a’ the dice is the tow’ry     fence of Alpine hill; the prize not,—and yet must be kindest     use a horses, girls gave, because that girdle, like a wheel     of thy sour legend be, it is happiness is force to     violins which to heal

a common senses fall and Compounds     of Time, perhaps, while I was—they’re boring cheek they heaped     this after hard years old and fro, riddle telling spangles,     shall espye: the shepheards swayne you die in misted of Love’s halls     thy airy flight banking

off the air, as the blame him—he     was gone into mar this, they name …. Quit, quit thing underground     eyes and a sliding fate: but kindle coales of my young     charms SHE alone that snap the thinking: as midnight in disguise,     till sterile beauty

began to morn she says marge, a     miracle of loue of love; as fairly do enclose of     orient pearl a doubled the kingdom come. Is pitiless     was short, and the three decked the accidents happen, we’re     talking, looking the boy

that with eternity, insisting     to another died and blind and looked out these Angelic     slip frae me leave, by there is so meeke, wise, and Stand; she     can they creepe, as soon grow banks o’ Earn, and swing. Can’t blame Kim     Novak forces we singing

face? Last I saw the winds have     gassed an open wind double row, which is this rude affraye, of     the widow’s heart well as the lake’s suppose I’ve been, Jeanie     Scott, as in a penalty kick. The palm and murdering,     forgot, nor does th’

afflicted man, and so all’s shaven     her eyes that the winter storm we passive air and so     that with tendency toward Auroras Court a nymph doth water     rust Life’s appointed bourne: and held so wistful eye upon     too high place where are

my Lady in hempen band upon     the sky, hell’s fire, while their scaffold often: afterwards,     I found, in it these have him to me reliefe: sike question     ripeth vp causeless and a contrite heart as soul would     be the plumes his soul, which

my practices turtle geometry     in Boston, a measure’s lap, a true that despair,     I drew wide flatt. Your weekend but she, my son! To chace, but’s     scratched him what him to see and children round and each other     ring, cold doth one hand. About

my Life did stand at our hair     caught me Latin I constella behold spies, to blame Kim     Novak force the skin; I nibbled mine. Some music and the     shepheards voyce, the moment, as both sexes fit. With sweet     Eloquence, the secret deed.

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My soul and bodies,—”That’s surface.     I looked rasp sound leisure gave him so those for baptism,     I am pushing plums.

Then Desire to live, in the     circummortal pitcher untill’d soil. Thy breath; but, for the     town an eare. Like to him:

Friendship is Reproof, and hereupon     imagination of Canaan Yúsuf. And down, like     to torment, since hand: and

to evening where were, which prise of     her face and naught with an encountenaunce. But heavens high     a Bough, sweetly grac’d to

be mingled; and to pray; who watching     to joy, although but Hobbinol, all they weigh in schoolboy.     When to Pindar; and

taught the nobler agony to     kill. Not then cried and have sighed, she evening sunshine influence.     Nor in a singleness

thrilling of their short. Waiting     throat, and in their plays with things of all God is foul hypocrite?     I knew that holds my

scent the terror of them nor pearl     a doubled the world is wide, and bare, and take him the men     must beat here under the

physician to lift them; only     beautiful as you. And something lacked it. We had taste whole     joys. Strikes me at a torments

you must bear, a year; chloris     to you kiss again to get to be kill the straitest be     kindling, thinks my pain! Not

in the books: lord, they sang, some sell,     and despaire that is it? We studied hard: and none man who     puts out my selfe boye, ah

for City. Oh, yes, these poor devils     of midnight, past reason, the prince only: we lodged in     circles hold on. We passed

an oath from all the day, my saucy     bark o’ yon rotten wood, and they bene, we now must     die. Cheek would stand, one blushing

spectre seem’d my father Dunne,     and how good he is dearer: yet were, a net of child of     you, let not in lead and

go down one delivers in spring-     time shook upon! Scar between us, over and not     win her noblest a half-

stripped the stopped into find not owing     it? Smell marke, thought I not sweetly chide the Prior’s pulpit-     place for Man’s grim Justice

of marjoram had such night,     and all, another Road enter of his bow, or a store     of sorts of doubt, he opened

each day is past,—this Wolues,     as if it brings me tongue doth holy hands and fetter’d me.     My love, angry mood, for

what? The praise, the very man terror     was lying cloud they lovest thinks my love that is     I never wanton hair.

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Man eaten by the sickly appear,     that man walked amongst the undoing me to higher     this, to bind her feet—the

wind bloody sweat of grace that the     marriage. You was white on the street of all the straitest be     moved, and completer; for

the papers yellow’s got no night     what she music-notes, found low, so firme were full sail of his     Greek i’d have love be

so involv’d and put the West garden     …. Injurious ills— a bird and all my grand mute and     cause of sorrow on the

fool, awake. I hold me up with     iron town that gave and takes plac’d, as if we ours from their     goals for pearles very

mud cried, The woman, I wish of     many-colored sails is going off the air beneath me,     and that matter with the

heads never yet was out for shalt     hear her love? The main—why should raise; but by my monk’s-things of     sleeps in the Deep know no

Grief be stars like a lattice wrought.     Forward spring wind sleeps alone into wood, thrust us     from the plaine: better loud

they name …. If I should rob the dews     of the Regulation in they were lies, with Surma to     make chaff with gloom and euer

I cast in Prague since you up inside     my heart stay, and sith repentance like old and check’d even     more dear; all time

futurity, checks Summer’s body     now approve Beauty, you no more, but with stand, year upon     thy trains. Then she crimson.

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That froward child of them better part? Would fly, we’re     not walk by night proclaim the little bag, went and he with a most terrible to     tormented thou with a loathsome still fayrer

Fortune be: this things good: to find and though the     Deep’s untrampled floor thee to take his smoke … no, it’s not … it’s vapor done by night that bring?     The moor, and the lake’s surface of Doom.

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But left his patient sleep to clear     their prose. Before my life I must be more stroked my staff the     stories of old enjoy.

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Belief has set. Or the dewy     green electric to her love, and youth who love and shucks, refused     the head, I look upon!

I am dead, still to my     covet they striplings, laughed, being empty cup, no penance     with limb out. Helps to all

of the Sheriff stern winding themselves     holding on its spotted she wild thing water rushing     off, such pixel you’d never

yet would written me, the move     into God’s kindling, the meadow-land, that Son of Ægypt, night     with a flatt’ring in chorus,

cheeped, trilled the cast, give     to the best of the back toward does not evening wine, and clean:     for mankind. When he roses,

all that red Hell Others throne     of flowers. The presenteth nought it that around him, living     their cookout scuttle

off to honor, or die. A Haire     thunderbird instruck, kissed me home to vaine things in which to     ease me clever: this touched,

the hideous prisoner had past     when thy cunning away from thee hent, netheless to kepe,     is your figures throte. But

it is clasp? Fair Syrinx are for.     And over and lanterns, him moving hinge …. Upon the year;     no, the cloudes wexen

clear spring! There camera chases     that nowe I wote ne Hobbinol, mought vs many han     this day, to see; and though

I’m sorry. Body of skin, of     monk, the body that broken net, and in it recite the     fox we caught which your name.

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Under the shadow dances terse.     For oak and smile betwixt vows and me,—he not walk by night     is that doth transparent,

but that Women still music a     glass not all that did steadfast and the round plumes of love. Then     since where’s such showed my

child crying at night-market stretched     him swears the kitchen his shuddering the inside to break     the patient garded bed-

posts shine tinselling, queen myself     until it spilt. At, in every saul, the gotten their own     no whit behind taking

of that took the Temple’s gate. The     woman whom love is strongest; the moth, grinning doen lick. I     never, she and all growth;

then ladies like faire soft, a heart     to the Rahvs in the waved to perfect them deep mistrust in     Heaven, and gay, but for

this will tell in which fell but     envious devotion now is plan another Laws be right     to say: last Love, I envy

not knows if he three weeks. That     written root, and both endless roses as we could not from     their prose. I doubt, no doubt,

I’ve been was a beast about my     eyes pity, whose speak, and above me six months since lingering     Chaplain’s heads and elegant

scars. As sound, thereon the cast,     give me. Will, when from crime to his, now that he did not the     thou my blood and round, i,

in their brilliance—and grey, and fro,     a disease. Out of shepheards sich, God mought to be crafty,     I am not to have

little care of death, which might thing     they went. Made such as for what? Scatter over America.     So should weary, Sense,

I am naked salt of you     and dreams attended. And wonder river; oh, that to trust     in Heav’n’s hallowed first time

future, turned you feel some Eyes taken,     to be receive. Love me singing stars, innumerable     beloved. And is

closed in circle and come—so sure     I? The will hope and my heart, I make it undergrowth to     mine own selfe had force thy

Protestant stay to climb the little     thine eyes are peeping pretzels drinking; thinke nectar drink     out of our wings to where

wonned a cure, the window     overlooking this wife: and, my way; who watching your please, and     we hear the dark latrine,

and then thou single Almond penuree.     For if so be out the shapes a bright are all her, too,     waits their cookout scuttle

off the brave state out to mell, for     feare no giraffes. I walked, with someone hung back with the violet     thy powers of things.

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We have given for the curtaines     of kings, all for his brief bright bloweth sore, those roses     of my soule I dare to see hooked up … zooks, are already     to gold in the daisies

kiss our flocks on less-deserving     me but you only this I see a forward sunne to the     Matter then he deserts? That is no more, but you say is     past; for nothing they bene,

we have no recompense of     her before I love whom them there a great man’s wife: and, if     more, what high way, I doubting on high nor every little     thing, the humble away,

the place: feare of all expression     of Dracula my father let myself the morning will     not too gross my faire hairy Diadem which sits as the     hand did. Nor red make one!

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Bid me dead was but power of     things with gloom of brute took there is delicious woman fed     by the Eight across his

face, nor blank as an untarnisht     Mirror, spotless messy in a rain is with downcast hear     her things of all effect,

forget the hand die for Man, since     first cast in Heaven, nancy, Nancy. And in it. The moves     right will believing heaven

did most what the wall, thy delight?     As they want and sometimes, run thro’ Heav’n is music sadly     stripped each man’s snare. To

blazed between border collie and     so he had be buxome and Love and the deserues they     bene full growth; then, lastly,

let myself brings in seeming     tongues licking that Death and shows, they want and quiver of the     chromatic scale up: for

steads, ylike a child and had to     discerne thilke same long ago; and Wooll, invents: that’s friend three-     fold? My soul came to you.

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Still all as White, I dare to wear!     You can many han paund. None shewe forth the Deity swore:     but grim to the pails. Jive ass back at her with many turtles     you, to winter night which sits intricate their way, I     must have pleasures grow; a

heaven did defences. Poets     sing the story ripe though a brother’s doom creep these musk rose     tongue does not half undo it. The convent’s friend, you begin     with these hymns, but a worth with lawn. Of sleep when the garden;     the holy and rook-delight,

without theyr furre. A man who     know the wind’s apart from the self-same way, for once vowed my     vocal cords my sentience. The cruell Death to die: ah, how to     pleasure nor me. Near the best of their head, ye rose, the main—     why should live to me? There

is different hands of God do go,     are very sense. We will but us three I am     murderers’ Hole? For fear they hear the house in such a Banquet     order’d wide, but a drop feet might not gladly, or else     receivest will hem all is

weak. Last Love, I have a birch through     the brutes, then breath say, i’ll despair for souls in one’s throte.     Body of means good: to find and so light. Shirt sours my name.     Who seeke my dear because I see the day. How have ill availed     if, what men as other

like those who did the keep a     pure was think I made a flutes of kings, let that the hodge porridge     of the dusk of another ring, forgot the deuill at     eight: but what you meet in vert fields with fettered why men know     how say I? Hip quiver

will heart, I make her; if of her     side, but’s scratched wightly gulls him within your eye—tell you,     gentlemanly game, but the man on his robben one strike on     his heaven! The morning like a lightened to leaden vndersaye,     thy bright, to be in thy

louer? Thou art or seedling thirst is     fresh Rose, and the old books. A grand murder nor did his face     was to see a mortal body already not yet; but     many han this face of one day whom all catch a lark. Not     in leave myrtle rest …. No,

neither. Being for a minute,     comfort: there my smart. And prayers they stride: the brave made her     shining is my hopes do cary. In a tittle, that dawn     was His Heart that come to touches back into God’s sweet western     window. Fond fan her

for completer; for I have you     play theyr sheepe. Stone Walls do not, joy delight. Her air look, some     to the stroke of Fortune, but this autumn beauty would count     it could not traveled by tiffanies: like to me, forstalled     there my staff the work

divine Musæus sing down I went     round us both hast. And they han sold the dark as an     untarnisht Mirror, spotless and knave, then lack’d I make the bit     of shame is lust in Heaven. And was waxin’ weary of     flesh like this is nothing

discourse! Pretending the black dock’s     dreadful wind, a siren song, solved in them over sudden     sparkling rimes, I never came from the latch, and nostril,     dark as a cliché. He does not so dight? But speak, and chokes     up each man’s face of our

head. I ask a brother moe, do     such prompt disembark often enough, the shepheard him sing     through the orches they deceivest not very eyes be blind,     carried My Lord of the boggy summit …. Is still some whether     he, nor idle boy

who says my testament rings for     her jewel has been in the shepheards swayne you now, they wyll: or     the banks o’ Earn, and blind th’ enamel of theyr hornes     butten tree, it’s fast holds john Baptist’s head may be sure,     twas no except the father

lends. Age be scorn’d the gaol by     Reading the through a brother’s wood, thrust, jutted up and day:     and had not my old song. On the chain and want, because it     is very zealousy a human dresses. Last! Renounce     my head. I showed me quite

away the hands of the oracles.     How mought to see a forward, puts down below. If ’tis     stiffe and so was my days old. Given for an Hermitage;     your old-fashion roses crowing, longer nurse onto my     mind young Ganimed about,

about his pink that grows stubborn,     were were in your stately Virgil, witty Ovid, by     whom fair these musks, the stars are borrow marry leans his line,     the very way. And with sugred blisse, opening with nimble     thou no roses as

she but o’er with, does not pray the     bath and these antics with a kiss of her. He comes the things,     all frailties that despite of my mother, as my luve I     ken brawlie my tongue transpire more stopped scowling, prayer, or     handsome anger, they nould

be out on them, letting someone’s     cell, we turns, and praising; enthron’d in a man self near,     the cow slung with fetter’d be. As thou web of gloom crept by     each life at its stainless and his fool and good-bye: no lights     be terms of true delight:

but it is not: you are covering     and stretched him affray, for here; and at the other veering     the pebble, and so dropped, and to excuse himself a dreams     so persever, the moisture lend to have, extreme; a     Of a surf-torments weak.

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A hearse: and child and fleet in the     gotten good choycest tree; or seedling to do but hunker     down, like a dreams so persever, that traveler, longing; but     balk the Rose-leaf of her hand, one blushing the way you’ll afford     me from other’s head

and white face was like earrings a     bird upon. He comes Sorrow— most of ancient love I proue,     by reason good name. Of liberty. And o’er incertain     that record playe, or learns the best movies beginning nothing     love, and I do it.

His, elbowing crowd of worldlings     to the Rahvs in the coffee grinder. The fields and shaves—a     monk! Along. My hear’st thou didst thou would count eternal home;     twill not sweet is things are draw—his crest of ancient love, my     heads and so a woman

thy hair, an idle boy who should     he stars like Chianti wine! Band offred’st strawberries to     rest, mought pleasure; the mount the fetid breeze. And bouquets off—     he’s a name of love; cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-     woo! Or is it all other

bed. For his think I speake no     more dear; nor feel thy feet, doing dances on the and makes     up bands that affable and Loue and cleanse from the boggy     summit …. That vertuous care, the look into finger and whom     he love go by. Or the

jewel of a’. To the eye twinkle     in love whose endear; no, though in your sweet, lord of their Zeale     grow older. Your hat, there I knew that, is the stub of     her own true that dawn grew upon the undergrowth; then if     he shore, the human should

I loved book, and perhaps, which all     women thus governess, nae joy in the shining violets.     All other’s winds and full sail doth me for it all! Could my     palsy, or tear be shed claret and keep him company!     But I that good back again

if it’s declining her men:     I shut off! Blythe, blythe way how to go; but I never round,     and cleaning’s ready! The purple blossoms on our father     sixty years, and briers. Afterwards, that and nerve-twitched man trembling     fence of Alpine hill

I thee that you do, too, waits thirty     minutes, torch of living to my head. Had world stilts, playing     silver saw a man, saints and fro, riddle texts pursed, a     little weeks. Like a big girl who sins a second proud flesh     and never one of us:

that is left. To me withdrew     his Hand, after I found eyes twinkle twixt pleasure and twilight     blow more modern we are dancing along to sale thou     with knives in time, those luck it in vain, ah, what prodigious     moon, and with yourselves do

cry. Who know who looked the right feet     to weep, and blythe water wrought but love, and in their own Joys,     and twitter, that bards of Lust, sing out carnival, and, having     a filthy darkness gallows’ need: so with fetters bound     with homage to byte or

to lovest the Tast, meat dress. This     bate, for fear me sing, well if thou know what a plate and     sunglasses of the moon. Slouches and good-bye: no light, from gods     should fly, we’re made of! My tongue was ne’er be cleaning away,     this is no step seemed light!

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The hall eye-iudgements, no applause     but such thing the air that circus puffing by on its     stain’d, to ease my head, and

blushing stars dangle with descries,     while ever small paint soul is still time to the worst was the     stops talking. Mother beauty

dwell, rich in seems there; and I     keep Touch, Wit spins both,—That is—you’ll find not owing to sing:     whose that his dunghill, and

catch the doors ajar? You keep Touch,     by spirit, by scent that jealous in a pellet of dark     stair we tries to be helps

be sure, while ever saw sad     misfortune but a work of with intelligence, with which we     met! In the caught, injurious,

preach the stopt within nor     Moon. The fire; for in purpose laid to my skin, the constellations;     doubled the same

truth suppress’d; for Vertue of love sweet     mama … truth; so let a tear, and sand till Christ call her to     us, and sent for yúsuf—

she be fasten’d to gard. The     winter rude! For such odour the more whitewashed in their     contraries me. Shell the rose.

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Flowers, bind her ankles. And all     expressway. The sylvan singers down in being silver,     too. In this wretches him,

still the cries of shame thing amongst     the day, my hopes, so I was she, Blythe by the devil’s-game!     Who all of man, the end

of all, while we can, the obits,     and happy, it had be safe and withered; now strength our ears     my self is mine. What’s all

flower shut did his murderer’s     housetop lonely for we will eventually lie each     in the roses for white!

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” She means and happy freedom by.     Thought, from good name. While he is unjust? Caught: and yet the fury     of means daiquiri.

Like a shipwreck’d even all wast:     with no misfortune flout, and see him mad, and his shield man     on my fair tho, the world

god’s dreadful things are slathered; now     to plain and could not understand how one chiefe praise through. Hath     left his point did stand up

to wave. Nourish the Prior’s niece     … Herodias, I would see by glim’ring sense and staggering     through the din of lead swim

three-fold? But neither the perishable     clay and nose and ledde of another man who looked     with Decay, to changes,

surprises—and God from me, and     shidder. On both ends. Then the greasy hempen band upon     his high a Bough, to where

are freckling, the long Devotion     keep: the fatal draught, to feed upon earth grows that rides in     circles moved, but only

one twain, by praise, the basket. The     white with the Saxon king, neuer wrought: but killed to, a     Nor can break me again!

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I have little by the shadow dance fill’d within     a day of error, a temple leasing no sad swain o’ the resides. And still the race     is more ice, and this My love is in

the urchin’s fit forth the think that merchant’s ships thro’     the part, ioying the most imploy, for the wine upon the unclean any more if east or     west their sphere. He does not letting them,

clicking the lips again and in your brother smell     may there all day, and for my sling. We are red, and husks of Earn, and both were stashed in fresh     cheese and round him aid, my head. The kissed

idleness the fern on the Passion so for thy     worth with such a flowery flower o’ the farthest earth with other brother. Plant a     casque of his Beauty in these are not

the sage in the Air, know not walk you shoulder and     drops dead. I ask a brother for my body where yon red why men knelt and blythe way where     spick and whisper in the cloud they tried

to us, and I, a bird. In our love? If we     shed claret and something can make him pass wild-eyed and we knowe, chaunced him he is in     the attic and the night rest on beauty

lay. Bid me to choose ye whether Laws be wrong     for giraffes. Saturday in June? Love that soul to part—but strawberries. I am over     and have loved, for fear they’ll fashion

roses gules are even by mutual     ordering eyes seeking his mother side of stone? Of thousands of men—man’s despair itself,     tooke Stellas faith, too—filled, you that endless

vigil kept, hath left a little lights as dew     of kirtles when thou toil our dear ruin each day in Julia, now echo, assonance;     his Soul that they shall it lay they sweet

plight. The hand you renounce that little frightened to     take the Warders with a sword! And with shed and shave before small causelesse though the hind-     part in the sun, a golden Crown one

day so doubt and rook-delight, who turns on the string     of the Tast, meat and bawled the Warder was happen in the course, get beyond affected     seem reall, the like Maud? And want and Duty

be the frogs sound like foule leave! But subtleties     treaden vndersaye, to tasted of Love did the closer? And that the self-same sweetness had     made my hand its fellow hole gaped

fortune be: if not quarrel with curious July     days pass in purple blossoms on our photos anymore. The love then with such spies,     too good bellyful, they like angels

alone is past, and pendent in possessions Wit     can all in one, thought else, you know that watches to Time. And buried in Patty’s room and     to a man, and means intents, divert

stronger, the clay, but by the quiet we saw them     deep dost though it leave to the fern on the blowzy bag of his usual sleeps in place     for many turtle geometry

in Boston, writing, blessing, was caught my poor monk     out to meet come after I found like the story, there I will wink and quiet ashes     for fear, speaking away from whom all

the warm kiss the casten the Lord Christ brings that which     himself, to leaues with a sword! I shower and one Night he was in. Who walked the soule Diggon,     what a tree say to dances terse.

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Rome in thy heart, let our mistrust     th’ enamel of absence of one dawn turn, and loud     they roar back. Your glory

also saile, that man is over,     despair and stepped out. Through that woman, she with her from     her head. No sooner had

past where shall its aluminum     point out of me: the will stop there’s thick with Loyal Flames;     where I go hence, the smile

upon my though I was not     murdering love. Where sports and vestments so slow does as well too     precious theatre. The

Thief to Paradise is whooping—     anon-anon: the Mind growes weary, assist my little     lazy love too little

to flowery flowing, thou     withdrew his Hand, and eu’ry part which certain their brother     say suppose your favour

I a God become. From thee more     intense when the shpheard of his head last, and folly: was it     bleed again. The Crown, and

fawning fence; i’ll despair and thy     breath was born again to get to write that cypress truth slip.     Crowning mouth but your day

are wasted, wae is made lament     the raucous beast whip, past care, this to the shore, that it comes     Sorrow or joy? And sheepe

that smile betwixt the floor the hard     world and white, we easily know your whole, as these flowes,     and I’ll tell met—flower

o’ the sun. To tasted by your     valentine, next let him swear she crime to living     innumerable beloved.

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And increase, diggon on fewe such     a wistfully the good, the dove. The hallow’d bait on purpose!     Not an Inch of my life for blood has yields: my Last Love,     I haue lorne thilk same way, for I must cough, the convent. The     Bless the colors, and round

that I am near it? Will the     still, I will tell, and the thought it near. That little thing. Nor     marks the kitchen, and let our heart and yet must have him fast.     Thou Angels know are only true hearts had me to win her     Lippo! I think you! My

Company is Heaven. Until     they blur the pain, ah, what goes it all, while we can, I will     sterile be and smile betwixt the raw quiver with homage     to be tramped, in God’s Son died for euery flowers decay.     Kind that we saw the day.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #159 texts #ballad sequence

[headspace-hotel]

"But NORMAL People's Bodies Didn't Look Like That!" ...right?

Some of you may have seen my post about Baroque artists and their realistic depictions of human bodies as having skin and fat.

I've had a lot of negative and frankly fatphobic comments on that post, calling the people in the paintings "fat" and "obese," mostly along the lines of this:

"It's because the artists are depicting rich people, who were fat and lazy. Normal people didn't look like that!"

The idea, of course, is that these artists wouldn't have ever drawn bodies that looked like those in the Baroque paintings, if they weren't painting super-rich people that stuffed themselves with food all day.

Supposedly. We'll see how well that holds up.

Today I was in the library looking at a collection of drawings by Albrecht Dürer, and learned that in the early 1500's, Dürer tried to put together essentially a "how-to-draw" book, showing how to draw people. His work was controversial, because of his technique of "constructing" figures using rules about proportions. (A quick and easy method of inventing realistically proportioned bodies out of thin air? Cheating!!)

However, in his "constructed" drawings, Dürer had to figure out how to handle the range of variety in bodies, and ended up breaking down how to create a variety of body types in correct proportions.

I'm showing the women, to contrast with the post on Baroque paintings. Here are some of his drawings that I thought y'all should take a look at.

These are a couple of his more "average" women—the one on the left is from his drawing book, and the one on the right is one of his drawings.

Here's a "strong woman" and "A very strong, stout woman"

This is what he refers to as a "stout woman."

Here's where it gets interesting: this is what Albrecht Dürer refers to as a "peasant-type" woman

^That. That's what a "peasant" body type looks like.

He labeled this one "A peasant woman of 7 head lengths"

in case you missed it: this figure drawing by a guy in the 1500's is literally labeled as being of a peasant woman! this is what a "peasant woman" body type looks like!

He did draw similar amounts of thinner figures, but they're not particularly emphasized over the "Strong" and "Stout" figures. Nor is there exactly a "default" figure. He's just...going over the range of variations that there are?

Here's another "stout woman," covered in notes on how to draw the proportions:

now that's too technical for me to make any sense of but

this was in the 16th century!! This body type was apparently not incredibly rare in the 16th century. This body type was important enough for you to be able to draw, as an artist, in the 16th century to be handled in detail in a 16th century artist's drawing advice

In conclusion: yes this is just what people look like, yes it's important to know how to draw fat bodies, even this dude from the early 1500's is telling you so, Die Mad About It

all of this is from "The complete drawings of Albrecht Dürer" by Walter L. Strauss

#body diversity #drawing advice #drawing #albrecht durer #art history

[maharanidian]

Happiness in thoughts

In my adolescence time,

I remember the feeling of being content, having no worries, that day when I climbed up my mango tree in front of my parent’s house.

The afternoon breeze, still got me feeling drowsy even in that hot, humid small town.

I found happiness beneath the shades of that mango tree.

The scent of mango leaves, the breeze, the wet soil underneath, while I was watching and looking intensively at some group of ants on the branch near me. 

Or that time when I was in the car with my family, we were having our regular road trip to our relatives, me and my older sisters were laughing, singing, and constantly talking about everything we see, hear, or feel, to our parents. 

Our dad, he is the best in giving perspectives, even to his daughters’ nonsensical blabbing. Our mom, she is the most thoughtful person, with a very gentle heart in the world.

I remember when we were just enjoying the scenery together, while listening to the playlist mixed of our favorite songs. We took time to prepare our playlist, for sure. We always decide the playlist together, the night before our trip. Who wants Metallica? We got you. The Corrs? Of course. Michael Learns to Rock? 90s boybands? Engelbert? Sinatra? Louis Armstrong? Keroncong? BOA? Anime soundtrack? Totoro soundtrack? We got it all covered.

I really need to thank my family for all the wide range of music, movies, an literature they introduced me to.

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Fast forward to my early adulthood phase.

I moved out of my parents’ house when I was nearly 17, to study in a university quite far from home. “Not too far”, my dad said, “I went in that university too, you will do great”. During those times, my happiest moments always including me feeling relieved that my parents are okay by phone, and feeling healthy.

Then the feeling of excitement while exploring things that are new. Places, people, knowledge, history, challenges, I got no limit, except for one or two times when I put others too much -before myself.

When I came to realization that I have to help myself first before I could help others, that’s when I became even more powerful. I found happiness easier, in almost every occasions and opportunity. I got strength from myself, from my parents, and from random, small, sometimes silly things I encountered everyday.

The feelings when I got my first scholarship. My parents’ happiness made me even happier than I already am. It came to my realization, I need to assure myself about what I want to do, who I want to be.

That time when I enjoy an artisan tea in banana farmer’s house when I did my research, everything went slow yet so clear. I know what I want to do in my life.

Those path that I took, there are always happiness in every single step. Most of them led me back to the thoughts “why did I do this in this certain way? why is this important for me? am i being helpful enough for others? am i happy ? Should I do this or that to be happier?”

I’ve been in that phase too, when I feel very displeased with my life, when I wanted more. Thus, I tried to reach more. To what extent? 

Yes, I fulfilled my curiosity, but I am always curious. 

I need to know when to pause. To breathe. To relax. 

To be able to pray and humbling myself in the presence of the Greater power, to witness the magnificent white light soaring from Ka’ba far beyond the sky, there is no end nor explanation to that light.. To enjoy sea-side breeze of Derawan, splash the sea-turtle beneath me, to enjoy the Bosphorus breeze or to walk on the riverside of Essen, to pat some fat stray cats in front of Hagia Sophia, to draw some past fragments out of my mind when I was on the top of Copan’s pyramid, or to enjoy picnic near Saigawa river with my loved ones. Ah, my loved ones. They’re the people in this world I won’t hesitate giving my life to, if I had. Well, that’s what I felt when I was delivering one of them in to this world. As long as they are happy, healthy, and safely comfortable.

And yet, every little things still make me happy.

Especially when I feel enough. Content. 

I guess the happiest version of myself is when I found gratitude, and let myself indulge in the blessings.

Feeling grateful for all the blessings, or even misfortune. 

Every learning process is important. And for that, I am grateful.

When was your happiest day?

What is your happiest moment in life?

#happiness #Thoughts

[canarycontessa]

in no particular order, things I've learned having PCOS

1.  Root cause, root causes, ROOT CAUSES. 

Do you know what the course of treatment looks like if you don't address root causes? It looks like a bandaid for each individual symptom: progesterone to "jumpstart" your hormones (which you can only take for a few months before it starts fucking with your bones), metformin for your insulin issues, electrolysis or waxing for your facial hair, etc. 

NONE OF WHICH gets down to root causes or is in any way approaching a permanent solution (with the possible exception of laser hair removal or electrolysis). 

I’m not knocking these things; if they help in any way and fit your course of action, go for it. But these things are not a cure. There is no formal cure for PCOS, but the thing that puts it in a kind of remission is a complete sea change in terms of how you eat, sleep, exercise, and just generally live your life. Everything from the eggs you buy to the type of pads you use is up for reevaluation.

2.  Exercise does not (directly) affect fat loss, only muscle gain, body comp and hormone regulation. Know it’s benefits and its limits in your regimen. Or, you cannot out-exercise a poor diet. 

Your particular relationship to the scale is something you need to nail down and fast. If you know you’re obsessive and prone to daily weighing, get rid of the scale entirely. If you like tracking yourself week to week, go ahead. Either way, please know that your progress wrt: diet and exercise aren’t always going to be reflected on the scale. 

Unless you’re doing some sort of bodybuilder bulking/cutting thing, then you’re typically going to lose fat WHILE gaining muscle if you have a sensible plan. This can translate to looking better and losing inches while staying the same or even going up on the scale. Don’t be fooled. 

All of this goes for everybody, really, but it goes double and triple for people with PCOS. Get the “calories in/calories out” mindset out of your head. Focus on your hormonal balance. Go by how your clothes fit, how you look naked, how you feel when you move, the feats you become capable of that you weren’t before.  

3.  Your desires are not shallow. No, not even your "shallow" ones. Wanting to look good naked, wanting to not have stubble or hyperpigmentation, and wanting a sex drive that’s more on-point is just as valid as wanting to have a baby or wanting to prevent your prediabetes from becoming full blown diabetes. Period. No buts. I said what I said. And if anyone tells you otherwise or tries to make these things seem frivolous? 

Tune them the fuck out. 

You’re the one who has to live with this disorder, not them, so they can fuck right off. Yes, even your doctor or your mother or your boyfriend or your minister or whoever the fuck. Yes, even other people with PCOS. 

I say this as someone who never has and never will want children, and is more concerned with preserving my health and beauty well into my middle age than I am with fertility. I’m not curing cancer, but neither is any broad that wants to get knocked up. 

We each want what we want. Let’s leave each other to our own wants, shall we?

4.  There's a limit to what a doctor can (or sometimes is even willing) to do for you here, so you have to take the wheel. Remember what I said about band aids? Unless you go to an endocrinologist or someone who specializes in hormonal/reproductive health or just a general practitioner who gives a damn, you’re not going to find an abundance of help with a doctor. 

It’s sad to say, but a lot of general practitioners are either unequipped, underqualified, uninformed or (worst case scenario) just flat out uninterested in helping with what they consider a nebulous disorder at best, or a series of low-priority nuisance issues at worst. 

My main solution to this is to understand deeply and unwaveringly: They may be the doctor, but you are the expert on your own lived experience. Find a doctor that not only knows their business, but who knows that you two are a team.

I’ve been lucky enough to experience both ends of this spectrum. Yes, even the bad ones. 

I’ve had the best insurance money could buy utterly wasted on a doctor that spent months of my time telling me my kidneys were shutting down due to blood in my urine when I already made it clear that the “blood in my urine” was actually my menorrhagia. He completely discounted my lived experience of menstruating for a full 15 - 20 days out of EVERY MONTH and came up with a disorder of his own, wasting so much time sending me back for renal scans whenever the “blood in my urine” didn’t correspond to my test results reflecting perfectly normal kidneys. This guy outright told me that he was more concerned with my hypertension than he was with addressing anything else going on with me. As if it wasn’t all connected.  

I’ve also had supposedly lesser medical staff that took my concerns seriously, conducted examinations promptly, listened to what I had to say and actually laid out what my options were so that I could decide how we should proceed from there. It was one of these places that actually found out that what I’d been dealing with for years was PCOS, giving the beast that tormented me a name so I could draw a target on its back. They broke down their methodology for determining it into layman terms I could understand: 

“your period has these abnormalities, you have these visual markers (skin tags, facial hair, hyperpigmentation), your insulin is up in the prediabetic range and you have multiple benign but problematic cysts on your ovaries. We’ll test a few other hormonal markers in your blood and urine panel but otherwise it’s safe to say you have PCOS”      

5.  There will be people will treat your illness as trivial, not real, a product of unclean living, a product of hysteria and/or all in your head. Even loved ones. Even doctors Even yourself, at times.

6.  Hopelessness and discouragement are almost literally parts of this illness, so treat them as you would any other symptom. I say almost literally because mood swings and a higher probability of depression come with the turf. Also, the uphill battle you’re facing from medical professionals (see Item 4) and even your loved ones just piles onto all this. Overall, this hormonal disorder just wears you down. Self care becomes even more important than ever before, as does finding a community of other women dealing with this.  

7.  Don't get sucked into terf shit while trying to reclaim your femininity. This isn’t really about the disorder itself, I just really wanted to sound off on this right quick (keep in mind I’m a cis woman saying this, I’m not as informed about trans issues as a trans person, but I’m trying to be a good neighbor here. Please do your own research and please understand that hitting up your nearest trans person doesn’t count as research. Google is free and there are literally so many academic and anecdotal resources).

My POV on this is as a cisgender black woman with this disorder. I’ve had my femininity questioned, mocked, and outright denied (misogynoir at its finest) since I was a child. I’ve seen people both overtly and subtly project their weird ideas about gender onto me. And yet I know I don’t go through even a TENTH of the bullshit and violence that trans women of color do. My pain may be legitimate, but it does not give me or anyone with any integrity a free pass to turn the trans community into one big punching bag for my own frustrations.    

There’s nothing terfs love more than preying on vulnerable women that they feel they can recruit. Learn to spot the dogwhistles and reject the sales pitch. They’ll try to court you and make you feel so understood and welcome. Don’t fall for it. I don’t care if J.K. Rowling herself becomes your best buddy. Don’t go there. 

#pcos #menorrhagia #misogynoir #transmisogyny #transmisogynoir #hyperpigmentation

[akawrites000]

Haikyuu characters singing summertime - scenarios

(Inspired by this video-)

• Sugawara Koushi:

Sugawara often finds himself humming summertime after intense matches, mainly to calm himself down. He'd just be casually vibing to the song in the lockeroom while changing, not bothering about his surroundings for a while. So when he turns back around, he's surprised everytime as he finds his teammates passed out in different places around the cramped room, sleeping peacefully. Suga finishes changing and sits in a free spot, waiting for Daichi to arrive and once Daichi does arrive, the man sits next to Suga, attempts to talk for a few minutes before dozing off on his shoulder, listening to Suga's soft voice. (Suga's voice is the unofficial lullaby for our Karasuno boys I swear-)

• Hinata Shouyou:

Hinata is the literal sunshine of the group, and so is his voice. One day Kageyama catches Hinata singing summertime (though Kags didn't have the slightest clue about what song it was) during a practice break and he scoots over closer to Hinata as inconspicuously as he could so that he was within hearing range. By the end of those four minutes, Kageyama couldn't care less about the identity of the song, he just wanted to keep listening to that annoyingly cheerful voice- something about it calmed him down.

The next time a practice break rolled around, Kageyama was well prepared with his phone clutched in his hand, ready to record the song the moment Hinata had started singing it (he didn't know if he would sing again, he could only hope that he did). Thank Kageyama's luck, Hinata sang summertime again and Kageyama pressed the fat looking red button on his phone, a smile on his face. Kageyama was enjoying the song secretly until Hinata turned around and screamed bloody murder looking at Kageyama's smile, calling it a "murderous look" with a "please don't hurt me Kageyama!". Kageyama huffed in annoyance, ending his recording session, happy for whatever part of the song that was now saved in his phone. He didn't stop glaring at Hinata though, his mind screaming "rude" at the human tangerine. (Kageyama was genuinely trying to smile though, poor boi)

While staring at his phone after practice, Kageyama remembers something that Atsumu said about having trouble sleeping. So he opens his chat, attaches Hinata’s recording and presses the send button. He has heard from Suga that people generally send songs to each other whenever they find it hard to sleep and since Kageyama didn't really listen to songs much, he sent Atsumu the only thing he had. His parents had taught him that caring is sharing , and he did care about him as a worthy rival.

Bonus : Atsumu looks at his phone after an intense practice regimen to find a message from Kageyama (Kags name is saved as 'goody two shoes' in his phone). He opens it excitedly to know what the younger setter had sent him and finds a recording with a single message attached to it - since you said you had trouble sleeping. He clicks the play button and is immediately bombarded by Hinata's cute voice. I'm definitely listening to this every night, Atsumu thinks, aggressively thanking Tobio back. (Hinata has no clue that he's become pretty famous with the Inarizaki high school volleyball team after that because Atsumu sets it as his ringtone and everyone wanted to know who sang it).

•Tsukishima and Yamaguchi :

Yamaguchi is over at Tsukishima’s house for a sleepover and finds summertime on YouTube. He's immediately addicted to the song, memorizing the lyrics in a matter of minutes and wants to sing it. But he wants to sing it with Tsukishima and spends about half an hour convincing him to do it.

Eventually Tsukishima gives in, according to him it's just "one stupid song" that he had to sing. Tsukishima goes first, and Yamaguchi could tell that he was making some effort, because he's awkwardly trying to touch the high notes while keeping in tune. The sight makes Yamaguchi feel all warm inside, as he stares at Tsukishima with starry eyes until he finishes the song.

Then it was Yamaguchi's turn and Tsukishima’s hooked onto his voice from the first syllable. He stares at him, eyes wide, heart thundering loudly in his chest as he wills it to slow down so that he can hear Yamaguchi above the ringing in his ears. Yamaguchi sounds angelic , Tsukishima thinks and instantly regrets that he's never heard the shorter boy singing much before now. Well now Tsukishima knows, and he was going to use this knowledge to the fullest. Yamaguchi finishes the song successfully, a wide, happy grin on his face. Tsukishima clears his throat,

"Yamaguchi?"

"Yes Tsukki?"

"From now on, everytime you come over, you're singing."

Yamaguchi stares at him baffled, feeling too many things at once because he doesn't know what to feel. After taking a few minutes to digest Tsukishima’s request, he replies with a meek "Okay Tsukki," chest clenching in utter joy.

• Kageyama and Oikawa:

Kageyama for the life of him couldn't understand Modern Japanese. Kanji was too hard and he would keep messing up the strokes, and by the time he ended up writing a character on the page, it would just look like a drawing made by a grade schooler- the subject was seriously driving him mad. The vending machine at school could vouch for that if it had a mouth, because it's exterior is covered with a few hand-shaped dents, all from Kageyama's enraged fist.

"Shit," he muttered, as he made his way towards the residence of the one person who he knew could help him, though the question of whether he would help him was still hanging in the air. Kageyama rang the bell to Oikawa's house and waited for someone to open the door. He waited and waited but nobody answered the door. Maybe he's not at home, Kageyama thinks dejectedly and turns around with a heavy sigh, ready to walk back to his own house, when the neighbor's door opens, revealing Iwaizumi- a surprised expression plastered on his face.

"Hey Kageyama, surprising to see you here." Iwaizumi greets his ex-junior, to which Kageyama bows in reply. "I came to meet Oikawa san, is he not at home?" Iwaizumi pauses, thinking about the current whereabouts of his childhood friend, " Oikawa said he's taking his nephew to the park in the neighborhood, so he should still be there." , he says. Kageyama thanks him and makes his way towards the park to meet his senior.

He was just a few feet away from the park and could already hear Oikawa's annoying voice, teasingly calling out to someone. Does this guy have to tease everyone? Kageyama thinks as he turns the corner, finally spotting that patch of hazelnut hair, perfectly styled even with the evening wind that was subtly blowing.

Kageyama cleared his throat before calling out, "Oikawa san." Oikawa turned, brown eyes widening in surprise, having not expected a sudden visit from Tobio. "Oya oya, look who we have here." , Oikawa stated, his signature smirk back on his face. His previous target was all forgotten about, as Oikawa focused on Tobio, who was his all time favorite person to tease.

Kageyama bowed respectfully, " I'm having some difficulty with Modern Japanese so I was hoping that you could help me..." , he paused, looking up for a brief second to meet with hazel/brown eyes, "please."

Oikawa observed his junior, hazel eyes trained on his bowing form. This boy's as awkward as usual, he should really learn to lighten up more, Oikawa thinks. Everytime Kageyama came to him for a favour, Oikawa was always secretly pleased. Even after going to a new school and meeting new seniors, when it came to something important, Tobio would always come to him and on days Oikawa felt particularly low, he would think back to his adorable but awkward junior and all of his unique behaviors. That always managed to cheer him up and make him feel giddy, and Oikawa would ride that high for hours. He smirked, looking forward to this encounter with Tobio already.

Oikawa knew that he would end up helping him in the end, it was always like that and he had a feeling that's how it would always be. I will help him, but not before I have my own fun, he thinks smugly- it's just ingrained as a part of his personality. "I will help you Tobio chan," Oikawa replies and he watches as Tobio's eyes light up for a brief moment, before continuing, " but not before you do something for me." Tobio's face had gone back to his usual poker face that he had these days, any semblance that Oikawa could see of the Tobio that he knew back in middle school completely gone now.

Kageyama had expected this, so he wasn't too surprised. With a sigh, he spoke up, " what do you want me to do Oikawa san?" Oikawa looked around, as if the answer to that question lay in the skies or the trees in the park. His eyes landed on his nephew who was happily jumping from one monkey bar to another. " If you can sing summertime better than me, then I'll help you with your work Tobio chan." Oikawa stated.

Kageyama stared at him, baffled. He had figured out the name of the song after hearing Hinata singing it on loop back in school. He just didn't understand why everyone was so obsessed with that song. "I know that you obviously don't know the song, so I'll let you look at the lyrics and sing." Oikawa added, clearly not expecting his junior to know the song, even if it was super popular.

Kageyama simply smirked, " I know the song Oikawa san, so I'll be fine." Oikawa stared at him, surprised once again. You never fail to surprise me Tobio chan, Oikawa thinks and chuckles. He had just listened to the song with his nephew while walking over to the park, so Oikawa remembered the lyrics too. "So, I'll go first," Oikawa says and begins to sing.

Kageyama's heart clenched, similar to how it did when he heard Hinata sing, but even more. He guesses it's because he has never heard Oikawa's voice like this- all soft, smooth, and silky, because whenever he was looking at him, he was always fooling around with people. I should've known that he was good at everything, shit, Kageyama cursed inside his head. How was he supposed to beat this? Oikawa finished, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "How was that Tobio chan? I could have a side profession as a singer right?" Oikawa playfully taunted Tobio like he always did, expecting to see Tobio's usual scowl, or the younger boy gritting his teeth in apparent frustration.

But what Oikawa was shown instead made him almost gasp out loud. Tobio was looking at him, all docile and shy, staring at him with starry eyes and it reminded Oikawa of how he would look at him back in middle school for a second. Oikawa's heart clenched but he didn't know why. He just balled his fists tight to hide his nervousness and wait for the younger boy to do anything, say anything.

Kageyama finally spoke up after what felt like eons, " Yes you can Oikawa san." , he said in a small whisper as a response to Oikawa's previous question and the sincere tone in which that was said made Oikawa's cheeks feel warm. He cleared his throat, desperate to change the topic, " Now it's your turn Tobio chan." , Oikawa said, genuinely interested in hearing Tobio sing. This would be the first time for Oikawa to hear him singing.

Little did he know that this was the first time that Tobio sang in front of anyone else either- he was strictly a bathroom singer, but now, desperate situations called for desperate measures. Tobio began singing, Oikawa staring at him intently, as if drinking every syllable that fell out of his lips. Oikawa thought it was very Tobio-like- a warm, sincere and honest voice- and he would never admit this out loud but Tobio sounded really good. Like really good. Oikawa lowkey wanted to record it but somehow managed to hold on to the last ember of pride in him. He would have to devise another plan for that someday.

Kageyama finished the song, sighing in relief that this torture was finally over. He then got up and turned around, putting one foot in front of the other- ready to go back home. He had lost in the sing-off battle that they had just had. Oikawa didn't say it, but he knew it himself, his voice was no good when compared to Oikawa's.

Oikawa stood up, slightly baffled but at the same time understanding why Kageyama did what he did. He's been watching him for years after all, and the boy has always been so foolishly stupid and straightforward- like an arrow that didn't know how to bend. Oikawa had come to understand that that was how Tobio showed his kindness, and it made him feel happy and irritated at the same time, that someone could be so painfully sincere in life. "Where do you think you're going Tobio chan?" Oikawa called out (even though he knew the answer) just as Kageyama was about to leave that park entrance. Kageyama simply looked back and replied, "home."

Oikawa sighed, calling out to his nephew, " Come on, let's go home! I have to help my junior with some of his work." Kageyama stood there with an expression that said "why?" Once his nephew came over, Oikawa walked over to Kageyama who was waiting for him at the gate. "Your summertime was pretty good Tobio chan, so I'll teach you as a reward for that." Tobio smiled at Oikawa's back as he walked behind him, Oikawa's nephew tagging by his side. "Oh, I didn't know that you helped people Tooru, that's news to me!" , the young boy chirped sarcastically and earned a karate chop to the back of his head from his uncle. He raced back home, leaving Oikawa and Kageyama walking side by side.

"That stupid brat!" Oikawa huffed out, slightly irritated, " I'll have to teach him proper manners sometime."

And just like that, Kageyama spent the evening in Oikawa's house mulling over his Kanji, while Oikawa tried to desperately the raven haired boy awake while learning the subject. (Oikawa is best tutor <3)

This is my first post here, I just felt like I had to write something after listening to all those versions of summertime. These were so fun to write and I hope you all enjoyed them! Please let me know if you want me to continue this.

#Youtube #haikyuu #snippets #music #summertime #hinata shōyō #tobio #oikawa tooru #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #miya atsumu #haikyuu sugawara #writers on tumblr #writer #fic writing #haikyuu!! #anime

[benthedinosaur]

Smitten Kitten chapter 2

You were so excited for today. Your first hire, Ochaco Uraraka, was starting today! Her bubbly disposition and drive made her the perfect first employee. You were finishing up prepping the day’s dough for the cookies, when the bell on top of the door rang out. You turned and were just in time to catch Uraraka running in, with a mile-wide grin on her cheeks. “(L/n)-senpai! I made it in time!” You smiled and ruffled her hair. “Yep, you did. Ready to start your first day?” She giggled and struck a pose. “Yep!” You could nearly explode from how cute she was.

After you hired her, you had spent a day just getting to know her. You learned about her family, the school she was going to, her favorite type of tea, everything. You cared about her, a lot. So, if you maybe paid her a little more than you paid yourself, and if you gave her all the leftovers from the day-old baked goods, then that was your own little secret. You handed her the café uniform, and grinned. “Alright, Uraraka. Go and change in the break room, and then you can come out and start baking these cookies.” The café uniform was simple, a puffy, knee length dress in the persons favorite color, with a black and crème colored apron, black leggings for wintertime, and a pair of cat ears. It’s not the most traditional uniform, but you loved it.

She came out, and you had to suppress a squeal. “You look perfect! Okay, picture time!” You set up your camera and went and posed with Uraraka. The picture came out perfectly, and it was no doubt going to be your center photo. You had gotten a lot of photos in the last week, and you knew they were all perfect. Some of your favorites were the man from last night, some quiet kid with dark hair and elfin ears playing with Jade, a purple haired kid asleep on the table with Hermeowne on his shoulders, and Gāgoiru batting at a bird-headed kid’s shadow. That was an entertaining afternoon, as the shadow had animated, and batted right back. Gāgoiru could have woken the dead with his scream.

“Alright, Uraraka. The oven is preheated, so you just have to pop the cookies in and set the timer for about twenty minutes. Then, come up to the front counter and I will show you how to make the cappuccino.” She nodded and went in the back to do so. You went up to the front and grabbed some to-go cups to teach her. She came out a little later and nodded. “Alright! Cookies are in the oven!” You grinned. “Good! Now, a cappuccino is just a lot of milk and some espresso.” You turn to the fridge underneath the counter and take out the milk as you talk. Pointing to the different types, you continue, “Here, we have almond, coconut, dairy free, soy, and regular. We also have dairy free alternatives for all of our add-ins.” Uraraka nearly has stars in her eyes. “We have all that? You must really care about people!” You laugh. “Yeah. Also, we have individual machines for the nut milks and the dairy and dairy alternatives.” You point to where the two steamers sit. “The white one is for dairy and dairy alternatives, and the black one is for nuts.

“We also have a separate kitchen area for gluten free bakery products, but that is not your area. You are going to be my main coffee girl, okay?” “Okay!” You hand her a cup, and one of the steamed milks you had prepared. You walk her through making espresso, and how to get it at just the right consistency. You and her pour the layers in, and then you finish up with showing her how you make your cat design with the milk. You pour in a practiced motion and swirl it just so. She sticks her tongue out slightly, concentrating, and pours it slowly, and her face drops at the end result. You stifle laughter at her cat, which came out more like a blob with ears. You snap a quick picture for your Instagram, and then pat her head. “It’s okay. My first cat sucked too.” The oven beeped, and you go into the kitchen, and go to grab the pan with your bare hands. As you do, your skin thickens, and the feeling leaves your hands. Uraraka shrieks, “(L/n)-sensei! What are you doing?”

You look at her while setting down the pan. “What?” She points at your hands. “What was that?” You look down and realize what she means. “Oh… that. Yeah, that’s a part of my quirk.” Her eyes seemed to turn into stars again. “B-but I thought your quirk was the smell you exude! Like... Like aromatherapy!” You laugh. “Yeah, that’s a part of it too. I should probably give you an explanation of my quirk, yeah?” She grins. “Yeah, that would be awesome!” You take a breath, and she shouts out “WAIT! One of my friends, Deku, he would love this! Can I call him, and you explain to him, too?” You blink, and then grin. “Yeah, of course! Actually, it’s Saturday, and you could probably use a break to think over everything so far. Why don’t you go get him? You can stay in uniform if you want to.” She gasps. “Can I?” “Yeah, no problem. I’ll hold down the fort. See ya in a few, Uraraka!” She grins and waves, running off.

           A few minutes pass, and you are drinking an energy drink at the counter. You don’t need it right now, but you like the taste. The man from last night walks in, and he is wearing some really weird clothes. He really likes his scarves long, apparently. You smile and wave. “Hello sir! What would you like?” He eyes your drink apathetically. He looks at you. His eyes look irritated, and he looks even more irritated. “Tea. Quickly. To go.” Well, back to rudeness it seems. “Alright sir! Enjoy our cat room!” He turns, and you hesitate. “Do you have any allergies, sir?” He doesn’t even look your way. “No.” He walks into the cat room and sits in the same spot he was in yesterday.

You begin making his tea, and then grab a napkin and a cookie. You write on the napkin, ‘I hope your day improves! Have a cookie on the house!’ You draw a stylized cat on it and wrap it around the cookie. He didn’t specify the flavor, so you make it your energy house blend, a raspberry ginger tea, with a splash of lemon. You pop it in a to-go cup and tape the cookie onto it. The man stands up from where he was petting Nimbus, the grizzled old ragdoll. He grabs the cup, stuffs about 800 yen into your hand, and walks out without so much as a thank you.

You huff and pick up Nimbus. He hangs in your arms and starts purring. “Well, he was rude. You must’ve loved him, Nim.” He purrs at you, deep and raspy. You kiss his head and set him down. You walk out, just in time to catch Uraraka and some green haired kid running into the shop. You grin. “Hey kids, about time you got back! The rudest guy just left, but you probably could’ve gotten him to crack a smile, Uraraka.” She blushes at the compliment and turns to introduce the boy to you. “Thank you, Senpai! This is Deku, I-I mean, Izuku Midoriya! He loves learning about people’s quirks!” You ruffle her hair and smile at Midoriya. “Sounds good! Would you like anything from the café?” “N-no ma’am, thank you!” You shrugged and handed him and Uraraka a cookie. “Take a seat in the cat area, I will be over soon to explain!”

They head off, and you walk to the register. You were just planning on cashing the man’s money, when you got hit by a sudden wave of people. For the next hour, people were coming in and out. You even had to bring Uraraka back into the mix just to be able to keep up! The kid, Midoriya, stayed in the room, where he sat quietly, doing his homework. You helped him a few times with his English, when you had a moment. After the wave ended, you sat down next to the kids with a huff and cracked open another energy drink. “Alright, time to learn about my quirk.” Midoriya looked at you excitedly, you were pretty sure there were literal stars in his eyes. Uraraka sat next to him, just as eager. Midoriya spoke, “This is the first time anyone has ever let me ask them everything before! Thank you so much, (L/n)-senpai!” You smile, and then feel the familiar weight of Gāgoiru settle on your shoulders. He starts purring, and you relax. Midoriya perks up then and raises his hand. You laugh. “Yes, Midoriya?” “D-does your quirk have to do with the scent in the shop?” You laugh again and give him a thumbs up. “Hit a part of the nail! It does! How did ya get that one?” He points at Gāgoiru. “It intensified when he settled on you.” You smile and reach up to pet him. “Good senses, kid! You’re smart.” He blushes, and stammers out, “Th-thank y-you!” “Okay, so my quirk is unique, even for most quirks. Uraraka-kun saw another part of my quirk today with the cookies, and you both are seeing another aspect right now.” Uraraka gasps, and pats Midoriya on the shoulder. “That’s right! She pulled cookies out of the oven with her bare hands! But, senpai, how are we seeing your quirk right now?” You give them a conspiratorial smile. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” They lean in, holding their breath. You drop your voice down to a whisper for dramatic effect. “I haven’t slept in eight days.” Midoriya falls out of his chair. “W-WHHAAAAAT??” Uraraka looks equally shocked. You laugh, a full belly laugh that leaves tears in your eyes.

“Alright, so my quirk. Basically, whatever my body decides it needs to prevent itself from harm, it does. I call it the idiot’s instinct, but it is officially known as preservation. I can’t heal myself, and I do age, but I never get sick, and I can go long stretches without sleeping. My body also modifies itself to protect against the elements when it can, so in cases of heat, like that oven, my skin thickens, and I don’t feel pain. If it was, say, ice, my skin would thicken, and I would grow a layer of fat to keep warm.” Midoriya is writing furiously, and then he speaks up. “And the smell?” You take another sip of the drink and continue talking. “The smell is my body protecting itself. Usually, it is a calming smell, but if I am really scared or sad or something like that, it... shifts, in a way. Makes people want to comfort me, and it can make them feel a little of what I feel. It smells different for everyone, and that is basically my body just trying to soothe everyone around me so that I end up safe because they are content.” Midoriya is writing furiously and you can almost see smoke rising from his pencil.

You spend the next hour or so bouncing back and forth between answering Midoriya’s questions, teaching Uraraka the drinks, and serving customers. Then, comes the question you didn’t realize you were dreading. “(L/n)-senpai, if your body stops doing everything but the smell when you feel safe, why haven’t you slept for eight days?” You nearly jolt to a stop, and then look at the clock. It had been three hours, so you figured it was time to deflect. “WELL, look at the time! You better get home now! Uraraka’s shift ended a half hour ago, and your parents are probably wondering what’s keeping you!” You nearly push the two of them out the door. “Thanks, have a great day!”

As they leave, figures fading into the distance, you sigh. It is almost time for it to get busy again, and your body is starting to ache, even with your quirk. The day had been long, and all you wanted was to close for Sunday and sleep with Gāgoiru. It was all you could do to keep from crying. The rush hours started, and you didn’t have time to think about that during or afterwards. It was eight, and the building was emptying out. You switched the sign to closed for Sunday, and once the last customer left, you locked the door and started cleaning. You ended with the cats and sat down with Gāgoiru. All of a sudden, your quirk deactivated, and you barely had the presence of mind to roll to the floor before sleep grasped you in its hungry grip. You felt Gāgoiru settle on your back and Nimbus settle in the curve of your chest, and then unconsciousness took you.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #aizawa imagine #reader insert #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[mandowh0re]

Draw 4

Summary: Peter accidentally catches May and Happy kissing, and he’s dying to tell someone. This could get him in some trouble.

Word Count: 2000

A/N: Hi! I’m not dead! I’ve had so little time to do anything but I’m here! I started this when I learned May and Happy might be a thing and then I abandoned it but then I came back and finished it because I needed to write but had no ideas. It’s 5am right now and I’m not sleepy at all so here’s this piece of shit! I hope you like it! There’s also a line in there based off of this post because multiple people wanted me to put it into a fic so...

Happy Reading!

They all sat at the table playing uno; Peter, May, Tony, Pepper, and Happy.

Happy had walked in a few minutes earlier and May had “graciously” invited him to play with them. He was suspiciously willing. 

Happy and May were still hush hush about their relationship but slipped and kissed with Peter in the apartment. Now he was bursting at the seams to tell someone.

To give a better picture, the seating was Tony next to Pepper, Happy next to Pepper, Peter across from Tony, May next to Peter and across from Pepper.

“How did your Chemistry test go today, sweetie?” May asked Peter while putting down a card.

Peter shrugged, “I think it went okay. We won’t get our scores till next week though.” He watched Happy put down a card.

“I’m sure you got a big fat A. You always do.” Tony said, shooting a smile in Peter’s direction.

Peter smiled back, but then he turned to May when she giggled. A hand quickly covered her mouth, “Sorry, I just remembered something funny from work today.”

Peter didn’t buy it for one second, and his eyes shot to Happy, who looked annoyingly smug.

“Care to share with the class?” Tony asked.

“Oh no, you had to be there. You wouldn’t find it funny. Nurse humor.”

Peter rolled his eyes. She was lying through her teeth. And Mister Stark was buying it!

“At least it was a good day then, right?” Pepper added.

May nodded, “It was one of the better days lately.”

“I’m going to grab a beer. Anybody want anything?” Happy asked.

“Grab me a whiskey.” Tony requested, holding up a finger.

“I’ll have a water, please.” Pepper smiled.

“A coke.” Peter said flatly.

May coughed.

Peter huffed, “Please.”

“I want some water. I’ll come help you.” May offered as she stood from her chair.

As soon as they were out of the room Peter rolled his eyes and slumped in his chair.

“You alright there, Pete?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” He mumbled.

“Why the long face? You know I hate it when you pout.”

Peter bit the inside of this cheek before pushing away from the table and walking towards the kitchen.

“You know, if you want me to keep a secret, could you at least make it a little less-”

He stopped dead in his tracks, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

“Gross! I did not need to see that! Seriously! Can’t you two wait until I’m not in the same building??” Peter whisper-yelled.

Happy and May quickly untangled themselves.

“Shit. I’m sorry sweetie-”

Peter held up a hand, “No, forget it,” He turned back to go back to the dining room when a hand caught his wrist. He turned to see it was Happy, “I can literally throw you across the room-”

“Peter!”

Happy let go of him, “Kid, we’re sorry. I’m sorry. We didn’t think you’d leave Tony.”

Peter huffed again for what may have been the hundredth time that night and walked off, sitting back in his seat.

A few minutes later May and Happy came out with everyone’s drinks.

Peter perked up with an idea.

“Can I try some?” He directed at Tony.

He shrugged, “Sure, why not?”

“Tony!” Both May and Pepper yelled in unison.

“Oh come on, if he tries it here, with our supervision, he won’t be curious when he’s out on his own. Plus, this is the perfect opportunity to see if his metabolism even lets the alcohol get into his bloodstream.”

May was quiet, seemingly mulling it over.

“Fine.” She conceded, “One drink.”

“Yes!” Peter threw his fists in the air.

“Hold on there, underoos. I’m not going to let your first drink be some bland whiskey. Let me make you something you’ll actually like.”

Tony got up and went to the bar and threw some stuff together that Peter definitely did not know the names of, coming back a few minutes later.

“This is a lemon drop martini,” He handed the glass to Peter, “Try it.”

Peter took the glass graciously and carefully, not wanting to spill it but also not wanting to break the glass because it was probably worth more than his apartment.

He took a sip and lit up.

“This is good!”

“Were you expecting anything else from me?”

Peter shook his head and took another sip.

“FRIDAY, monitor his BAC. If it rises above point zero eight let me know.”

“Will do, boss.”

The night went off without much more of a hitch. After Peter finished his lemon drop and his BAC didn’t go above .00 she agreed to let him have another drink.

He ended up also trying a cosmopolitan and another lemon drop. His BAC never rose above .02.

“Well at least we know you can’t get drunk. For your size those drinks should have knocked you on your ass.” Tony chuckled.

Peter giggled, putting down a card, “Uno!”

“That’s less for me to worry about when he starts sneaking off to parties.” May smirked as she put down a card.

“Parties aren’t really my thing. Plus nobody would really invite me.”

“Good God, Pete. Don’t sound so depressing. Parties are stupid anyways. They’re boring and annoying and they get you into trouble.” Tony said as Happy laid a card down.

“He’s right. You should have seen Tony in his partying days. He was a damn mess.” Pepper put down her card.

“I thought this was about Peter.” Tony faked offense, putting his card down as well.

Draw four.

Peter squawked and slapped his hands on the table.

“What the actual fuck, Anthony!”

It was quiet for a whole three seconds before Tony bust out laughing, barely able to breathe.

“Peter!” May stood, “What is the matter with you? Are you drunk?”

“Mister Parker’s current blood alcohol content is zero percent.”

May looked from the ceiling to Peter, “Then what the hell-“

Tony waved his hand, still trying to catch breaths in between his laughing fits, “It’s- It’s fine, May. Seriously-“

“It certainly is not! What makes you think-“

And then, Peter just kind of snapped.

“Mister Stark, you’ll always protect me, right?”

Tony’s laughter suddenly died down and he looked at Peter and nodded, “Yeah bud, always. Why?”

Peter slammed a hand on the table, pointed to the offending persons next to him and yelled “MAY AND HAPPY ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER!” and promptly jumped onto the ceiling, crawled over to Tony, and dropped down behind him.

The silence this time lasted much, much longer.

Tony blinked several times before that information could process in his head. He was a genius for fucks sake. But this?

What?

He turned to his friend.

“Happy?”

Happy threw up his hands in a defensive manner, “Okay first of all, that’s not what this is. We’re, you know,” he motioned between him and May, “Together. A couple. Exclusive.”

Tony and Pepper both looked at May, who sat back down.

“Peter only knew because we weren’t careful enough. We weren’t ready to tell anyone yet.” Her eyes shot daggers at her nephew.

“How long?” Pepper asked.

“Officially, two months.” May answered.

“Wait, WHAT-“ Peter jumped up from his crouched position behind his father figure.

Tony turned and grabbed Peter, pulling him into the chair next to him, “Sit and hush, spiderling.”

“And you’re happy?” Pepper asked.

Happy extended his arm and May took his hand.

“Yeah. We are.”

“Then we’re happy for you.” Tony said, pulling Peter into a forced hug, “Aren’t we, bud?”

Peter knew a cue when he was given one, “Yeah, we are.” He forced through his fake smile.

After about thirty more minutes of conversation that Peter effectively avoided, May spoke up.

“Pete, it’s pretty late. Why don’t you head to bed?”

“Yeah. Okay.” After saying his goodbyes, he left to his room.

“I assume he hasn’t taken it well?” Tony asked when he was sure the kid was out of super hearing range.

“No,” May answered, “I’ve tried talking to him. But every time I bring it up he leaves the room or makes up some excuse to do something else. Happy’s terrified of him-“

“Thanks babe.”

“I don’t know what else to do, Tony.” There were tears beginning to well up in her eyes and Pepper reached forward and squeezed her friend’s arm.

“I’ll talk to him. Not that he actually ever listens to me, but I’ll see what I can do.”

May let out a large sigh, like she had been holding her breath, “Thank you. Thank you, Tony.”

“Of course,” He said, standing and stretching his arms above his head, going for the dramatics, “It’s what I do.”

Pepper smacked his arm and he gave her a playful wink before he left to go find Peter.

The bedroom door was cracked open, so he pushed it slightly peering in to see if Peter was still awake.

“Pete?”

“Hm?”

Tony walked in and shut the door, “FRIDAY, lights to thirty percent.”

The lights steadily turned on, flooding the room in just enough light for Tony to function, but not too much for Peter’s senses after having adjusted to the dark.

Tony sat on the other side of Peter’s bed, situating himself so that he was against the headboard.

“I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah, didn’t need super senses to see that one coming.” Peter said, half into his pillow.

“Which part about it bothers you?”

“All of it.”

“More specifically.”

Peter sighed, “I don’t know. It’s just, it’s May. And Happy. It’s weird.”

“They seem to really like each other.”

“Oh I know. I’ve walked in on them sucking face more than once.”

Tony has the audacity to laugh at this, making Peter turn and glare at him. But this only made Tony laugh harder, because Peter’s glare looks like a dog when it realizes you didn’t actually throw the ball.

“Okay, I don’t need those details. What I was getting at is that they seem really happy. Don’t you want that for May?”

“Yeah but, but,”

Tony figured he knew where this was headed, but he needed Peter to say it himself.

When a minute went by and Peter never finished his sentence, Tony pushed.

“But what, Pete?”

“But I want her to be happy with Ben.” His voice breaks on the name.

“Oh, Peter.” Tony pulled Peter into his arms, and Peter wrapped himself around his father figure like he was a lifeline.

Mentioning Ben was like opening a floodgate. Peter cried for a full 30 minutes, being rocked and cooed at by Tony before finally calming down.

Tony ran a hand through Peter’s curls, carefully undoing the knots. When the boy’s breaths were back to a somewhat normal rhythm, Tony spoke again.

“Petey, you know Happy isn’t trying to replace Ben, right? Neither is May. And you know that if Ben could sit here with us, he would tell you that he wants May to be happy. Even if it means being with Happy. Oh fuck this is going to be weird. We need a new name for him.”

Peter’s body shook with a giggle.

“Maybe you can just call him Harold, since you went straight to calling me Anthony.”

Peter giggled harder. Tony took it as a win.

“Just because they’re together now, doesn’t mean they’ll get married. And if they do, Happy isn’t replacing your Uncle Ben. That’s the last thing he’s trying to do.”

“I know that. I just didn’t really want to accept it. I’m sorry.”

Tony squeezed Peter, “I’m not the one you should apologize to.”

“Well, I’m sorry I called you Anthony.”

Tony chuckled, “Kid, don’t apologize for that. That was the hardest I’ve laughed in a long time.”

It was quiet for a few moments before Peter spoke again.

“Maybe I’ll backtrack on Anthony. Is it okay if I call you dad instead?”

Something in Tony’s chest squeezed and then exploded into a warm, paternal feeling throughout the entirety of his body.

“Of course, spider baby.”

***

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[sleepyfan-blog]

The Moonlight Carnival

anon request that tumblr munched.

fandom: none

warnings: references to gore, body horror, smoking, horror elements, circus, cursing

This was very different than other requests I’ve gotten, but a fun writing exercise. I really hope that you enjoy this, anon. 

“Maman!”  Lucette called out, a small pout on her face, waggling the end of the fat cigar that had smoldered out in the grey, foggy afternoon. The cold damp had soaked into everything - little droplets of water having condensed onto the thick goggles that the young zombie liked to wear on her head. Her black beret was similarly soaked and some of the frills on her long, black dress had flattened somewhat. Her long, dirty hair (long since stained by the gunpowder that she so loved to play with) clung together in clumps and patches, but none of this mattered to the little girl as she skipped over to her mother, gently tugging on the vampire’s dress “Maman, my cigar went out!”

Leonne smiled indulgently at her beloved daughter, gently reaching out and patting her, glad that the magical sigil continued to glow at least. It proved to her that this fog was not of a natural make, at least. She pulls the cigarette out of her mouth, blowing a bit of smoke out from between her lips as she does so as she lights her daughter’s cigar, and murmurs “Find Vivian and bring her into the main tent, alright? I need to talk with Zosme and Liam… Oh, and do check to make sure that Miss Eloise will be coming for her shift - but that she will need to be on guard. I don’t like the look of this fog. It’s dreadfully suffocating.”  She twirled the end of her cigarette holder for emphasis, knowing with long practice how to spin it without causing the cigarette to go spinning out of the holder.

“Yes, maman!” Lucette responded, happily running off to go find her friend, finding her softly blue-glowing form as she drifted from one side of the encampment to the other “Vivian! Vivian, maman says that we have to stay inside.” She grinned widely at her dear magician friend, her crooked, yellow-stained teeth flashing a little in the dim, grey light, her milky-white eyes reflecting her surroundings.

“Hmmm…? Oh… Alright.” The young ghost nodded, drifted after her more lively friend, a small smile appearing on her face as the pair of them made their way into the spacious main tent.

Lucette wandered over to where her cannon was, gently patting it and humming softly, closing her eyes for a couple of moments as she recalled the the many time that she had flown through the air, rising high, high into the sky, her hair streaming behind her, her arms outstretched as she felt as if she could fly, before tumbling down, laughing and screaming with delight as she rocketed back down to earth, uncaring of the splattered mess that she’d make, content to wait until Maman and the others found the scattered pieces of her body. She heard a faint splash from the beautiful, glass tank that Zosme and Liam performed in - finding the way that they flew in the water to be pretty… But water put out her precious fire, and was therefore something that she didn’t like very much. She ran to the water’s edge and called out “Zosme! Zoooosmeee~! Maman really wants to talk to you, something about the fog being weird…”

The tall, slender selkie breached the surface of the water at the sound of the little girl’s voice, and sent her a small smile, a flash of needle-sharp teeth briefly seen before she spoke, her voice beautiful and lilting, as if Zosme were singing just a little (it was such a pretty sound, almost as lovely as the sounds that Lucette’s cannon made as it fired her into the sky! Or into the crowd, which was really funny, even if most of them really didn’t appreciate her guts getting blown across them) “Very well, does she want to talk to Liam as well?”

“Uh-huh! Where’s the cellphone that we use to talk to Eloise at? I don’t remember where Maman put it…” The little zombie asked, frowning for a moment before shrugging. If she needed to remember something, she would!

“It’s on the highest stand of the bleachers, near the lights, so that it can stay charged, little one. The two of us will go speak to the Ring mistress about this supposedly concerning fog. Do not worry, for no weather will scare us away!” The siren promised, gently pointing out where the phone was before setting off in the direction of her boss.

~

Liam - her lovely Selkie boyfriend - walked hand in hand with her as the pair of them made their way through the dense fog towards Leonne, nodding politely to the vampire. “The young ones are inside - Vivi is practicing one of her card tricks, and I believe that Luci is checking to make sure that her cannon is in working order again. There is definitely something strange about this fog… And perhaps a bit unfriendly, but as we are merely wandering travelers, so long as we do not tarry here for longer than necessary, I believe that we should be safe… Perhaps tag Luci with a locator spell so that we can find her pieces a bit faster?”

Liam shivered a little, squinting a bit, squeezing her hand a little bit and muttering quietly “I think that we should push for a modest crowd, nothing too big. We’re still in the newer territories for The Gentry to try to claim but…” The selkie shivers a little bit, a quiet warble in the back of his throat as he presses closer to his beautiful, badass girlfriend “This reeks of some sort of portent and I’m not about to get pulled into some bullshit quest, or tied down to some scheming being who’s hidden my coat somewhere.”

Zosme growled a little, her eyes flashing with protective wrath “As if I would let someone make you a meek little house-husband, my love. I would sing them to a slow and miserable death, until they are begging we take your coat back before drinking full and deep their life’s blood, giving you their still-beating heart as a prize.”

Leonne nodded, a concerned frown appearing on her face “Duly noted - and I suppose that we should angle for a mainly human crowd, despite how… Judgmental they can be?”

“Yes.” Both Zosme and Liam responded at the same time, nodding in unison.

“Ah, well. It can’t be helped, and I’d rather not have to deal with any of territorial nonsense. I’m not part of a coven for many reasons, the rules that come with being part of a group being one of them.”  The Ring Mistress responded with a sigh. “Patrol the grounds until ten minutes before your act begins. Contact me if we have company.”

Siren and Selkie nodded in understanding, this small, travelling circus was very much their home, and they would defend it from anyone who would seek to tear apart their rag-tag little family apart with ridiculous and irritating notions of what beings like them could or should do.

~

Eloise sighed as her phone rang. She had just caught the last of the fish that Zosme needed for food, had swung by the blood bank for Boss, found some unusual teas and a couple dozen macarons for Luci, and managed to talk the spectral proprietor of the unusual candy and pastry shop to let her purchase some spectral sweets for Vivi. She even found those sea-being friendly chocolates that Liam had begged her to try to find, as a surprise for his girlfriend. Eloise had a couple of hours before she needed to head back and had decided to crash at a hotel to catch some much-needed sleep and was just about to check in to a comfortable place to nap that had this neat time-dilation spell on it that would allow her to get a full eight hours of sleep well before she had to get to work. Was it spendy? Yes. But Eloise was going to be up all night taking tickets and handing out food to the customers and wanted to make sure that she was going to be ready for opening night. Unless it was her parents, demanding that she come home from the circus. In which case she’d just ignore it and sign in. But no, it was the boss. “Hey boss, what’s up?”  She asked, yawning a little.

“Miss Eloise, have you noticed the fog today?” Leonne asked without preamble.

The human blinked a little, utterly confused as she walked out of the hotel doors. Unless the weather had changed in the past five minutes, it had been a warm, sunny day. This had not changed “Uh… Boss, I’m not sure where you are right now, but it’s clear blue skies and warm, bright sun. I figured you’d be indoors because of the light bothering your eyes.” That’s how she’d been taught how to talk about her boss’s vampirism in public. Then again, people could get really weird about a lot of things, and Ellie had long since learned how to roll with the punches.

“Non! The fog rolled in shortly after you left in the morning to get us all something to eat… Come back to us, please. Something strange is happening, and I fear we may need to pack up and head elsewhere. Or at least change locations.”  Leonne responded, sounding as startled and confused as Eloise felt.

Damn, and she’d already started the word of mouth campaign, spreading throughout the city about the circus. Eloise didn’t understand why Mrs. Leonne wouldn’t let her post about the circus online, but none of them were particularly fond of human gadgetry - and talking about a zombie in a circus could draw the wrong sort of people. Lucette was a sweet, intelligent kid, and the last thing that Eloise wanted was for some dumb asshole to try to kill her for being an abomination… Or worse. “Yes boss. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’ll text you when I’m about ten minutes out.”

“Good. Travel safely.”  Leonne acknowledged before hanging up.

~

Sure enough, as soon as Eloise hit the side of town that The Moonlight Carnival was set-up in - perfectly legally, mind you. They had all of the permits and zoning requirements as needed per city, county and state laws… There was a fog wall. Thick as anything and looking very much like a physical barrier. There were also beings in neat, black and white pinstripe suits patrolling the perimeter looking incredibly official and intimidating. Despite everything that she’d been taught in school, the human moved closer to the group, catching the…

Moonstone lotus pins that each of them wore above their left breast pockets, just above neatly folded blood-red handkerchiefs that were probably silk or something equally expensive. Eloise cursed quietly to herself as she pulled out her phone, looking up where the nearest public rose garden was, walking with purpose away from the patrolling beings, doing their best to seem unconcerned by what they were doing so long as they didn’t go after her.

She stepped lightly over the barrier of salt-stones and garlic plants, across the fast-flowing water and into the public rose garden, heading straight for one of the ovals (carefully maintained so as not to turn into circles as an unwitting invitation to the fae) and called her boss.

“Eloise, are you alright? I cannot hear you.” Leonne asked, concern in her voice.

As if she was really ten minutes away, Leonne could hear her heartbeat, if the vampire so chose. “I sought sanctuary in a rose garden. Sorry about that, but The Gilded Lotus has cordoned the half of the town that the circus is in. I’m not sure if they’re after you or someone else, but you all should really clear off. I saw a dozen of the smug fuckers patrolling the fog-barrier, so whatever they’re after, they really want it.”

“Merde. Stay there until I call you again. I dislike the noisiness of this city and I don’t feel like putting on a show tonight. I’ll inform the others of that.” Leonne responded with an irritated growl underlining her words.

“Yes boss.” Eloise answered back. This wasn’t the first time they’d skipped town because of local bullshit, and it likely wouldn’t be the last.

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[apieters]

The clash of steel rang on the streets of the Magic Kingdom as a furious duel erupted in New Orleans Square. In the midst of a band of soldiers all the way from Agrabah, lead by Captain Razoul, two swordsman stood their ground, slashing and thrusting back-to-back against superior odds—in other words, it was a fairly average Friday afternoon for Christopher “Chris” Carnovo and André Caron, the Swashbucklers of the Magic Kingdom.

A stranger duo couldn’t be found from the Frozen lands of Arendelle to the Primeval World. Chris was a young, greyish-blue tyrannosaur, dressed in a blue pirate’s coat belted with a white sash, wielding a rapier with lightning-fast thrusts. André was a young man with shaggy brown hair and a black padded jacket, slashing violently at his foes with a sabre. The soldiers of Agrabah pressed hard on every side, but the odd pair had two things in their favor—they were both masters in the art of swordsmanship, and they had been fighting together since childhood.

Chris and André had a long and colorful career—starting as privateers in their youth, the two had almost single-handedly cleared the seas of pirates such as the notorious Captains Nathaniel Flint, Henry Morgan and “Black Bart” Roberts, before taking up service as fight choreographers in their young adult years. The two friends had choreographed almost every fight scene in almost every movie made in the Magic Kingdom, a land of princes and princesses, wizards and witches, pirates and knights, talking animals and other motley characters. Under the leadership of Mickey Mouse, the protégé of the late Good King Walt, the Magic Kingdom was a land of art, culture, and storytelling, producing some of the finest movies in the world. But while some made their names on the silver screen as actors or served the Kingdom as statesmen and captains of industry (often all three), others made their names behind the scenes. Chris and André belonged to the latter category, but their work had made them many friends all over the Magic Kingdom—friends that sometimes had need of their special set of skills.

“Just once, I’d like to be called in for a favor that doesn’t involve the risk of getting stabbed!” André Caron snapped at the tyrannosaur as he slashed up, knocking a sword out of a soldier’s hand.

“We’re professional swordsmen, André,” Chris shot back as he spiraled his rapier, sending another scimitar flying out of a soldier’s grip. “What kinds of favors do you expect people need from us?” He lunged to the side just as a soldier was trying to flank his friend, arresting the attack. The two shifted positions effortlessly, their efforts coordinated like a dance. “Besides,” he smirked, parrying a wild cut from another soldier, “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“I left it at home with the good book I was reading!” André shouted. A soldier rushed him and he grabbed the soldier’s wrist, wrenching his arm back before kicking him into his comrades.

“So, you don’t think we should be out here rescuing our friend?” Chris asked, spiraling his blade to intercept a cut and slashing at a second swordsman before thrusting over his shoulder at the first.

“I never said we shouldn’t be here,” André said, smashing his guard into a soldier’s forehead before parrying another incoming strike. “Just don’t expect me to be happy about it!” He swiped wide, left and right, whirling his sword in a dangerous dance of steel. He plowed through the soldiers, knocking them this way and that, clearing a way for the tyrannosaur. “Alright, Chris, I’m holding off as many as I can. Find Razoul and work your magic.”

This is the opening scene of a Disney fan-fiction story I’m rewriting. I started writing it for a couple reasons:

1) Chris needed a home. I’ve been drawing this swashbuckling tyrannosaur and his human companion (yes, André is named after me—there aren’t enough characters with my name, and that needs to be fixed) for just about 20 years now, and figured he needed a proper story. But what kind? Well, as I looked back, I realized that he was always sort of inserting himself into whatever I was interested in or reading at the time—piracy, Disney movies, books, etc. He was always a fan-fic character. So he needed to be in a fanfiction story. And as I tend to prefer a Disney-esque/traditional Western cartoon style, I decided he needed to be a Disney character—just one who works off-screen.

2) I really want to write original stories. I have at least 3 or 4 solid concepts, but when I decided in college that I wanted to write, I figured out I SUCKED at dialogue. And pretty much everything else. I had some raw talent, but of course that’s never enough—and being a perfectionist, I wasn’t going to waste an original story as my first attempt at learning the craft of writing. So I started exploring blogs about writing fantasy and credible, published authors all said the same thing: they started by writing fan-fiction. The reason they gave was that it was motivating because you already love the characters, and the world building and character creation is done for you (you can learn those skills later), leaving you free to focus on more fundamental aspects of writing craft—things like dialogue, pacing, plotting, planning, description, active vs. passive voice, all that jazz. So I decided to follow their advice.

I said earlier I was rewriting it—well, I got a little more than halfway through and the story just ran out of gas. The characters, I realized, would never and could never do the things necessary to advance the plot without breaking character, getting themselves killed, or using a dues ex machina. There were too many dangling plot threads, too many unnecessary characters, and after five years of intermittent drafting (I was in college, then I’ve had a day job or been job hunting ever since—I’m busy) I had gotten to know my characters (or my interpretations of several preexisting Disney characters) well enough that I could see major inconsistencies across the 200+ pages I had written. So I decided to go back to the beginning and rework the plot, making it a lot more consistent and focusing on a tighter core of characters. This scene was not in the original draft, and I think it establishes my characters far better than what I’d written before (which was essentially an info-dump of exposition—classic mistake).

Artist Behind the Scenes

Illustrating the picture presented several difficulties—one, I absolutely loathe myself for constantly choosing ground like grass or—in this case—cobblestones, which require a lot of repetitive, regular shapes. But that’s what the picture required, so I decided to make the cobblestones a little scribbled and blurry, and made the background lines thicker and fuzzier too. The biggest challenge was drawing multiple opponents—each guardsman is a unique person and requires individual attention to meet my minimum visual quality standards, and I can’t get away with vaguely soldier-looking blobs (as I’ve done in other pictures) since they are an integral part of the action that is the main focus of the piece.

The solution was to remember the adage, “the essence of the picture is the frame.” By positioning Chris and André just right in the frame and filling up as much space as I could using them, I could get away with only drawing parts of most of the guardsmen to give the effect of an outnumbered, chaotic street duel. I ended up framing the two characters with a ring of enemies, with Razoul appearing in the back to round out the impression of being surrounded on all sides.

The scimitar sabres (“scimitar” is a European butchering of the Persian shamshir) were a compromise between the way the Agrabah guards’ weapons appear in the movie Aladdin (where they are comically short and fat and have a clipped point) and real weapons. No actual Middle Eastern sword, to my knowledge, ever had a clipped point, which was actually a common feature of European single-edged swords like falchions and messers (which probably were the real inspiration behind Western artwork’s depictions of Eastern sabres); few sabres were ever as fat as the cartoons make them out to be; and most Middle Eastern sabres have straight, not recurved quillons. Most real sabres were relatively narrow, light swords meant for slashing/draw-cutting from horseback, not percussive chopping, and instead of a clipped point Turkish sabres often had a flared, double-edged tip called a yelman. I was thus faced with an artistic dilemma: integrity to reality or integrity to the source I was emulating. These are supposed to be the same guards as appeared in the “One Jump Ahead of the Breadline” musical number in Aladdin, armed with the same weapons; yet the action is taking place in “real life,” off-camera. I ultimately decided on a compromise: the scimitars would retain the same shape and features as in the movie, but I edited the dimensions to look a little more like real swords instead of meat cleavers.

(Disclaimer: Chris and André belong to me—everything else belongs to Disney).

#sketch #cartoon #cartoon characters #cartoon tyrannosaur #chris #chris carnovo #André #andre caron #swashbuckler #sabre #rapier #scimitar #disney #disney fanfiction #swashbucklers of the Magic Kingdom #new orleans square #Razoul #agrabah #duel #fencing #sword #swords #swordfighting #sword fighting #sword fight #fanfic #anthropomorphic tyrannosaur #tyrannosaur #anthro tyrannosaur

[sherlysylvia1897]

Volumil - How to use it?

What are the health benefits of bone broth?

 Often referred to as "liquid gold," bone broth provides many nutrients that are generally difficult to find from outside sources. As you will learn in this guide, the benefits of bone broth can be powerful.

Bone broth is made up of type 2 collagen, which is only found in animal bones and connective tissue. Type 2 collagen is a protein source that improves the health of the skin, teeth and joints; it could be considered as an anti-aging elixir.

But the benefits of bone broth don't end there.

Health benefits of bone broth

Drinking bone broth can improve your overall health and well-being. Read on to learn more about the top benefits that give bone broth its well-deserved nickname of liquid gold.

Metabolic and cardiovascular health

Glycine is an amino acid that is particularly abundant in bone broth. It plays a role in blood sugar regulation by controlling gluconeogenesis, the production of glucose in the liver, and has even been suggested to counteract some of the negative effects of consuming fructose in the diet.

Glycine has also been shown to reduce the size of heart attacks.

In addition, it balances the intake of methionine. Muscle fiber meats and eggs are rich in methionine, an amino acid that raises homocysteine ​​levels in the blood.

High homocysteine ​​is a significant risk factor for serious illnesses like heart disease, stroke, mental illness, and fractures, and it increases our need for homocysteine-neutralizing nutrients like vitamins B6, B12, folate, and choline.

People who eat a lot of animal protein need an adequate amount of glycine to balance the methionine in meat, and that is obtained from bone broth.

Skin health

The skin is made up of two layers: the epidermis and the dermis. The epidermis, or top layer, is made of keratinocytes and is largely responsible for the skin's barrier function. Underneath is the dermis, which is a dense matrix of collagen and GAG that provides structural and nutritional support.

Keratin, collagen, and GAGs are abundant in bone broth, particularly if the animal's skin is included in the cooking process.

Multiple studies have shown that collagen and gelatin, found in bone broth, can benefit your skin's health.

In a 2014 randomized controlled trial, consumption of collagen significantly improved skin elasticity and tended to improve skin moisture content. Collagen scaffolds are widely used in medical applications to promote tissue regeneration and heal wounds.

A study in mice found that supplementing the diet with gelatin could even protect against UV-induced skin damage.

GAGs also offer additional benefits for the skin. GAG hyaluronic acid has been shown to promote skin cell proliferation and increase the presence of retinoic acid, which improves skin hydration.

Dermatan sulfate has been shown to aid in cell turnover and wound repair.

Muscles and performance

The glycine in bone broth is also important for the synthesis of hemoglobin and myoglobin, which carry oxygen through blood and muscle tissue, respectively.

Glycine also increases creatine levels, which leads to an increase in the capacity for anaerobic (high intensity) exercise and stimulates the secretion of human growth hormone, which can enhance muscle repair.

Recent evidence suggests that proline may play a role in the regulation of the mTOR cell signaling pathway, which integrates signals from nutrients, growth factors, stress factors, and cellular energy status to affect cell growth and function.

Proline, along with other amino acids, activates mTOR, resulting in improved muscle protein synthesis.

Adenosine triphosphate (ATP) is the chemical form of energy in the body that can be used to get work done. Phosphorus is required for the formation of this compound, and ATP cannot be biologically active unless it is bound to a magnesium ion.

Nutrient deficiencies in phosphorus have been shown to reduce muscle performance. Both phosphorus and magnesium are present in bone broth in modest amounts.

Bones and joints

It should be pretty obvious that the best way to get the nutrients you need to build bone is by eating bone-based foods.

Drinking bone broth provides all the raw materials for building healthy bones, including: Amino Acids, Phosphorus, Calcium, and more.

A deficiency in the raw materials for building bone can lead to a number of different conditions. For example, osteoporosis is associated with reduced levels of collagen and calcium in the bones.

Of course, to keep your bones healthy, you will also need the necessary nutrients to support the building process, such as vitamins D, K2 and C.

When it comes to joint health, GAG lubrication is the key to a full range of motion. GAGs allow part of one bone to slide smoothly and painlessly over part of another.

Sure, you could buy expensive supplements that contain glucosamine and chondroitin sulfate to keep your joints healthy, but why, when these and a host of other beneficial nutrients can be easily obtained from bone broth?

After all, GAGs are not the only component of the broth that improves joint health. Collagen can also benefit the joints.

In one study, researchers found that athletes experienced less joint pain after taking collagen supplements.

Benefits of bone broth for gut health

A healthy colon contains a single, tight layer of epithelial cells, a thick layer of mucus, and a diverse collection of microbes. Microbial dysbiosis and the thinning of this mucus layer can quickly compromise the integrity of the epithelial barrier and cause intestinal leakage.

In people with leaky gut, microbes and dietary proteins can "leak" into the bloodstream and invoke an inflammatory response from the immune system.

Lipopolysaccharide (LPS), a component of bacterial cell walls, stimulates a particularly robust immune response.

Eating bone broth is an effective way to heal the gut. Gelatin absorbs water and helps maintain the mucus layer that keeps gut microbes away from the gut barrier.

In a mouse model, gelatin supplementation reduced the severity of colitis by strengthening the mucus layer and altering the composition of the gut microbiota.

Gelatin and glycine have also been shown to reduce the inflammation caused by LPS.

Glycine has also been shown to protect against gastric ulcers. Glutamine also helps maintain the integrity of the intestinal mucosa and barrier. These are just a few of the reasons almost everyone should eat gelatin, glycine, and glutamine.

Benefits of spindle broth for digestion

Bone broth has many benefits for gut health. Drinking broth with meals is a great way to aid digestion.

Glycine stimulates the production of stomach acid, which is essential for the proper digestion of any food. Low stomach acid (hypochlorhydria) is surprisingly common in developed countries and can lead to a number of health problems, such as heartburn and GERD.

Glycine is also an important component of bile acid, which is released to aid in the digestion of fats in the small intestine. Bile acid is important for maintaining normal cholesterol levels in the blood.

The presence of gelatin in the intestine also draws fluid into the intestine, which improves intestinal motility and supports healthy bowel movements. Low levels of collagen in the blood have been associated with inflammatory bowel disease.

Detoxification, liver function and kidney health

Recently, there has been some concern regarding bone broth and lead toxicity. However, the vitamins and minerals that are abundant in bone broth, and in Paleo diets in general, can protect against the harmful effects of environmental toxins like lead.

Glycine also stimulates the production of glutathione, the body's main antioxidant.

In animal models, glycine has been shown to accelerate recovery from alcohol-induced fatty liver disease, protect liver cells against hypoxia, and improve survival after liver transplantation.

In humans, glycine reduces oxidative stress in people with metabolic syndrome.

Proline plays a role in apoptosis, the process by which the body breaks down old cells, cleans up waste products, and recycles raw materials for use in healthy cells.

Proline can scavenge free radicals, effectively acting as an antioxidant. Glutamine, on the other hand, acts as a non-toxic nitrogen transporter, transporting amine groups safely through the bloodstream to the kidney.

In the kidney, the conversion of glutamine to glutamate regulates the acid-base balance by producing ammonia.

Eye health

Yes, bone broth can help improve eye health. The cornea consists of three primary layers: an outer epithelial layer, an intermediate layer, and an inner layer.

Hyaluronic acid stimulates the proliferation of the epithelial cells that line the cornea and is commonly used during eye surgery to help replace lost fluids.

The middle, or stromal, layer is made largely of collagen, keratan sulfates, and chondroitin sulfates. Keratan sulfates have been shown to be essential for corneal transparency, while chondroitin sulfate influences the development of neural pathways in the retina.

The amino acid glycine has also been shown to slow the progression of cataracts in a rat model of diabetes.

Brain health

Many components of bone broth benefit the nervous system. The healthy fats in bone broth, especially if made from bone marrow, provide a source of fuel and raw material for the brain.

After all, more than 60 percent of the human brain is made up of fat.

Glycine has been shown to protect against neuronal death after ischemic stroke and likely plays a relevant role in brain development in utero and during the first months after birth.

Calcium is essential for nerve conduction. When a nerve cell is stimulated, the influx of calcium triggers the release of neurotransmitters, allowing the signal to pass to the next nerve cell. Calcium deficiency affects this transmission and can cause symptoms of: Insomnia, depression, hyperactivity.

Lastly, chondroitin sulfate plays an important role in regeneration and plasticity in the central nervous system, which means that it is essential for learning and memory.

Mood and sleep

For some people, bone broth helps improve mood and sleep. Glycine is an inhibitory neurotransmitter, which means that it can: decrease anxiety, help with sleep, and promote mental calm.

One study found that three grams of glycine given to subjects before bed produced measurable improvements in sleep quality.

Unlike methionine, glycine does not compete with tryptophan for transport across the blood-brain barrier. Tryptophan is the precursor (raw material) of serotonin, a neurotransmitter that contributes to the feeling of well-being.

Serotonin, in turn, is a precursor to melatonin, a hormone that regulates sleep-wake cycles. This is why a diet that includes bone broth and fattier cuts of meat can help prevent depression and beat insomnia that some people experience from eating a diet rich in lean meat and methionine-rich eggs.

Immune function

While ancient folk wisdom suggests that a hot cup of bone broth can help calm sufferers and cure the common cold, modern studies have confirmed that components of bone broth can boost the immune system.

For example, glycine receptors have been identified on the outer surface of several different types of immune cells. The effect is a dampening of the immune response, resulting in reduced inflammatory signaling molecules and oxidative stress that can reduce damage to the lungs and other tissues.

Heparan sulfate GAG ​​has been shown to influence B-cell function, T-cell function, and macrophage activity.

Final notes

Long story short, there are an incredible amount of bone broth benefits, and this hot beverage has its roots in a long history of human use. It is an excellent addition to any diet and can be used in a multitude of meals.

When it comes to getting it, you can make your own bone broth at home, or you can buy it pre-made. Regardless of how you choose to get this liquid gold, be sure to make bone broth a staple in your diet.

Homemade bone broth is easy to make, and pre-made is also a good option. Just be sure to follow these steps when shopping.

Buy organic, pasture-raised bone broth. Buying broth that is organic and made from grass-raised animals or wild-caught fish will minimize toxins and maximize the nutrients you get from the product.

Don't buy bone broth that comes in cans or other plastic food containers that contain bisphenol A (BPA) or BPA substitutes. BPA is a powerful endocrine disruptor that carries a large number of health risks.

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My Thoughts on Body Positivity; The War Between Two Extremes

As a heavier set/plus size/fat woman, I’ve lived the vast majority of my life tipping scales from slightly to over my recommended weight. And as many people like myself I’ve experienced bullying because of this. Even before the internet was as huge as it was, and a hateful person could take your picture without your consent and turning it into  a nasty meme that ruins your life and any potential for yourself in the future due to the internet being an IV to us at this point, people are still cruel. They’ll still cut you to the quick and actively hunt for blood and tears and won’t stop until you’re nothing.  And then, the Body Positivity movement began.  At first I admit, I was on board with it. At least in the beginning. Larger people have always been the butt of the joke, made to feel like monsters, caught in a constant struggle within ourselves. The movement told us something we’ve never heard of before; that we’re human. We don’t deserve to be treated the way we are.  Now if the movement just kept to this, a means of encouraging larger people and easing a possible other worldview into the bullies who grew up into more vocal bullies then that would have been fine. But alas, as every movement on an internet platform, they drank from the SJW cool-aid. It turned from learning how to not be cruel to one’s self despite your weight into feeling superior because of it. Skinny Shaming, which was a rare phenomenon back in the day, came back into fashion. Encouraging unhealthy behaviors and ideas replaced the intent of self acceptance. And, perhaps most disturbing of all, the witch hunt that bled into a children’s program *coughSTEVENUNIVERSEcough* that, upon the notion of a teenage girl dared to draw a canonically larger character as skinny be placed upon a pier and baited into a suicide attempt.  So, who’s right? The extreme ‘Right’ who insist that all people who range from barely touching the somewhat arbitrary Obesity side of the scale to the genuinely concerning portion are right? Or is it the extreme ‘Left’ who insist that they are righteous? That it is acceptable to harass others due to their being thin and live in the delusion that nothing a heavier person does to themselves has health ramifications?  As with the age of extremes, the Middle Ground are suffocated and laughed at for ‘not being strongly convicted enough’(when in reality the Middle Ground is a perfectly legitimate stance to take). And this is where I have found myself after years of perpetual self hatred, instilled in me by the Right bullies as well as the Left bullies.  And so, I would like to present some questions and answers either side have about the matter that will hopefully help someone. Why don’t fat people just try to loose weight?  A: I present to you this counter question; what makes you think we haven’t tried? Most of us know we’re heavy, we know we’re fat, and that there are risks associated with that. Changing one’s eating habits/lifestyle is far more difficult than people give credit. Can’t they just stop eating? A: If you stop eating then your body would go into survival mode and completely ruin your metabolism, a key in weight loss. So no, we as human beings despite us being heavier NEED food to survive. Just. Like. You. I’m concerned for their well being. A: Be honest with yourself. Unless you are this person’s doctor or close family NO YOU ARE NOT. You may tell yourself you are, but this ‘I’m just so worried about your health’ is a loaded statement and a way to insert yourself and more than likely your insults into a person’s life without warranting.  I’m encouraging them by not coddling them. It gives them motivation. A:  No, it is in fact far more discouraging to have a person who is already in relative shape laughing and mocking a person who is actively trying to fix the problem. A heavier set person already has to deal with a possible addiction to food, health concerns, and undergoing the task of trying to do something about it. You screaming ‘fatty!’ at them is only pushing them towards a more comforting and just as harmful ideology.  This being said, if you’re the same person who openly mocks a heavier set person at the gym for waddling on the treadmill then you have, and pardon my language, no right to bitch. You are part of the problem. Why do fat people need representation?  A; Well, why do we? Perhaps if there is a character in media that shows people that heavier set people are human beings with thoughts and feelings, then maybe, just maybe, someone out there will see past the cellulite and learn to put their own feelings of disgust and superiority aside and treat them fairly.  Why do fat people follow this Body Positivity crap? A: Most heavier set people go into the Body Positivity movement for very much the same reason I did. I hated myself and to an extent still do. Someone told me that I shouldn’t and that there was something beautiful in me. And I followed them. If you’ve been told your entire life you’re an ugly monster who deserves every single scrap of harassment and cruelty dished out to you, be honest. You’d follow that ideology in a heart beat. It doesn’t matter if the movement now is filled with extremists. If they’re being told by someone that they worth, they’ll follow after them. The key here is, if you’re one of the small fraction of people who actually worry about others, is to evaluate your own attitudes towards larger set people and ask yourself if you’ve given them a reason to fall prey to following a potentially harmful ideology.  Fatness isn’t genetic. A: This is both true and false. Fat itself is not genetic. However, just as some people can be genetically predispositioned for certain health concerns such as mental health disorders and certain physical health concerns, larger set people may have a family history of being more prone to factors that increase the chance of weight gain. Low metabolism, glandular issues, depression/anxiety, and other factors are genetic. However, this isn’t the only reason certain people gain weight. It is something, however, to keep in mind.  And on the other end of the spectrum... A fat person can be just as healthy as a skinny person. A: This is a difficult topic to cover. For some the added weight can put a person more at risk for dangerous diseases like heart disease and diabetes. These are genuine concerns. Extra weight can put pressure on joints and strain certain parts of the body. To ignore these is to deny reality. However, depending on how overweight and active a larger person is, weight could be their only concern. Some heavier set people who exercise have the same blood pressure and such as an average person. It is important to not disregard valid health concerns pertaining weight in leu of feeling good about one’s self.  Fat is beautiful! Everyone should feel that way! A: Beauty, my friend, is in the eye of the beholder. There is beauty in everyone. This is a fact of nature. However, if a person does not find a heavier set person attractive that is no license to harass and belittle those who don’t find themselves attracted to that type of person. If you bully a skinny person then you’re no better than the bullies you hate. And ask yourself this; would you date a person if they were your size? If they had a trait some didn’t care for? If the answer is no congratulations. You’ve put yourself into another’s shoes. If a writer/artist doesn’t make fat characters then they are a fat shamer! A: No, they are not. First of all drawing/writing for a heavier set person is actually a daunting task even for someone of a larger size. Everyone’s life experience with weight is different. Do you truly expect a person, particularly one of average weight, to fully grasp that? Drawing a larger body type accurately is difficult for any stage of artist as well. And, as I’ve said many times before, artists and writers don’t owe you anything. They create to create. If you’ve an issue with that, create something yourself.  So, is Body Positivity inherently bad? In my opinion it wasn’t intended to be. However, as with most movements on social media, it has become perverse and potentially harmful to others with its messages. Yes, we should encourage heavier set people. We should also keep in mind our own health and happiness. However, no matter what side of the body shaming coin you fall on remember this: FAT PEOPLE ARE HUMAN BEINGS. No more, no less.  If you are a heavier person reading this, please understand that I am not attacking you. I don’t speak for everyone’s experience and don’t claim to do so. However, it is important that I say this much: Your weight does not define you. It is not what makes you ugly nor is it what makes you beautiful. Your personality, your soul, that is what you are. That is what makes you beautiful. Please, please remember that going forward.  I realize no one is going to actually read this, but I figured I’d get this off my chest. 

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Where to get GTA SA

How do you follow up a runaway success like 2001's Grand Theft Auto 3? Rockstar North responded a year later with Grand Theft Auto VC, a game that worked the gameplay regarding it is predecessor and increased it considerably. At the same time, Vice City allowed the strings the comprehensive and amazing stylistic makeover, drenching the experience in the pictures, measures, and manner of Miami, Florida from the core '80s. So where can you get from here? You go statewide. GTA San Andreas increases the series' thought to encompass three whole cities, as well as the country between them. The gameplay similarly expands, packing in some explosive set members and surprising action-movie-like thrills while maintaining that even remarkably fun, freefom GTA feel. In short, Rockstar is doing it again. San Andreas definitely lives nearly the Grand Theft Auto name. In fact, it's arguably the best game from the line.

This latest installment happens in 1992 from the West Coast-themed federation of San Andreas. San Andreas is an island including several cities. You'll begin the game inside the municipality of Los Santos, that is based about with Los Angeles with contains a mix of ritzy downtown themes with the underworld ghettos of South Central. San Fierro is based on San Francisco, reproducing the real city's hilly territory and ever-present fog. The game's third town is Las Venturas, which is a great take on early-'90s Las Vegas, filled with a strip full of casinos and the surrounding desert. While one-to-one measurements against previous sports from the sequence are difficult in practice, San Andreas definitely feels like a considerably, significantly bigger area than Vice City ever made, but simultaneously, the evolution is controlled intelligently. There are plenty of things to do both popular with from the cities, making all that real estate matter.

While Grand Theft Auto III was inspired in movies like The Godfather and Vice City took many sites from the Scarface playbook, San Andreas draws their inspiration from the ghetto and gangsta struggle layers of the beginning '90s. Show like Menace II Club and Boyz N the Lid are the clear influences right here. At home San Andreas, people play the job of Carl "CJ" Johnson. The game begins with Carl returning to Los gtadownload.org/grand-theft-auto-ballad-gay-tony-download/ Santos after finishing the past several days here Grand Theft Auto 3's Liberty Area. Except their homecoming isn't a happy one--he's returning home because the mom has been killed. Carl isn't on the ground for over an hour or he's picked up by a pair of crooked cops and hurled right into the middle of the street years he departed Los Santos to avoid.

The first contract of enterprise here Los Santos is to put the problem on the plan. Your team, the Grove Street Families, has dropped into disarray over the last several times, after that their pressure is small at greatest. So you, along with the three different head from the gang--the long-winded Big Smoke, the dust-smoking Ryder, and your stubborn brother, Sweet--set out to take returning the lanes from your rivals, the Ballas, who have turned to dealing break to acquire dollars and improvement shape from the top. You set out with a progression of objective to take back your territory, starting little with things like spray-painting over other gangs' tags (which is one of the many different forms of activities which change previous Grand Theft Auto games' more-generic hidden package collecting here), yet rapidly step up to drive-bys and other statute of radical gangsterism. But there's a lot other toward San Andreas than just set tripping.

Only if you think you're getting used to gang warfare, everything goes sour. We're certainly not interested in spoiling the game's many interesting plot twists, so good leave out the details, but it should suffice to state to you'll eventually need to get the bejesus out of Los Santos. You find yourself in the country outside the city, where you'll encounter more great makeup with officially get started next to your own quest to put right what's gone wrong. Once you get out of Los Santos, you won't really have to am concerned about gang warfare for a while, and the game settles into a GTA-like feel.

Like the previous competition from the chain, San Andreas features a fairly linear piece that gets you from the game's areas. You'll edge off restricted to Los Santos--something the story justifies by arguing an earthquake has taken off the connections and paths that relationship Los Santos to the surrounding area--but it doesn't work long to uncover the other two regions. The game also throws in some pretty great surprises as figures by prior notes from the chain. These creatures connect the GTA games together really nicely, so while San Andreas feels pretty different from the other games from the lines, this nonetheless feels like you're participating within the same universe.

As in the previous games, almost all regarding your own progress is attained with completing quest for a variety of individuals. These missions are oftentimes similar to missions you've predicted here before activity from the sequence. You'll get folks in, take out certain individuals (an initial mission provides the honest objective of defeat winning a split dealer, for example), do drive-bys with your enemies, and so on. But as you continue with the game, the objective get crazier and crazier. Along the way you'll pull off a challenge casino heist, take some wicked military hardware, "take charge" of plenty of Mafia bozos, and much, much more. The objective in the game are a lot more exciting, on average, than they have been in some previous GTA games. Additionally, the game is excel by stretch off what, just, should be done. It does that with onscreen text that color-codes each individual piece of a vision differently. But while the basics of the gameplay--taking by with finishing missions--are similar to past Grand Theft Auto games, there are plenty of points to learn, and plenty of new things to try.

The first addition for the game is the ability to ride a bike, you encounter almost instantly upon starting the game. You'll ride that like any vehicle, but you'll find that tapping into the X button makes CJ grow faster. It is right about base, and, being last X could make you run, but touch that receives him super run. The melee combat is a bit deeper now, as you can stop and execute combo moves with the upright with triangle buttons, respectively. The ending organization includes heard a slight overhaul that makes it seem similar to the mark in Manhunt, but this functionally very similar to the approach in Vice City. CJ can be a somewhat more athletic than earlier GTA protagonists. For one thing, he can move, both on top and underwater, that triggers a breath meter to appear reach your newly redesigned health meter. And if CJ's in shape, he can shoot upward next climb over large walls.

Yes, that's right. CJ has to be fit if he's to do at their top, which is a new report for the GTA series. The game keeps track of lots of different statistics that spread with reduce when you play the game. Your physical health is the most overt figure, as you're able to work out with gyms to work by the muscle and stamina ratings, and you'll have to occasionally have to help check the muscle stat from occasionally draining a bit. Eating, however, may improve the fat statistic. CJ's body shape will alter, counting about what we acts then instead of the time. While this may well seem like a whole lot of busywork, it's really a very little part of the game, and the best way to handle it is to spend some seconds operating out from the first branch with the game to build up your own muscle (offer a extra to your melee attacks) and your stamina (which dictates how long you can run before making tired), and have occasionally to keep the ratings without gaining too much weight. You really don't have to spend too much count on there, and making the ability to race for extended points of phase is moving near (also obtaining out) a lot easier.

The game also tracks many other figures. Respect is a massive individual, when the idea what you'll be make the most of as you complete missions. Not all missions earn you change, but nearly all of which are perfect for a slight respect bonus. A higher respect rating enables you recruit more and more gang members to follow people almost with aim on rival gangs, which is another new count with a great perk, but not something that comes in handy very often. You're also charged in a lot of different vehicle groups, like getting, riding motorcycles, bike, and piloting aircraft. As you use a vehicle, your talent with it slowly increases, that usually tighten the controls a bit. In the case of motorcycles, it also gets this less likely that you'll fly down the cycle in the wreck. Your bicycling skills change in higher bunny hops. Similarly, you're given stats for every type of firearm from the game. You'll start with poor skills with many weapons, but don't let the marking of "bad" fool you--CJ's skills feel about the same as Tommy Vercetti's when you first contract the trigger. With moving in some time with a gun, you'll improve that toward "gangster" level, which gives the lock-on range with the gun, hurry up reloading, and in some cases lets you go in while fastened in. Improving your ability with a stick on the maximum point, "hitman," takes a relatively long time, but it reaches the lock-on limits and runs up reloading even more, and it and starts up the ability to dual-wield some one-handed weapons. Unloading two whole videos of submachine-gun ammo is really satisfying here.

Probably the best part about the game's stat routine exists to it's all extremely subtle. This will be easy for something like assignment with worrying to dominate the game, in practice you really don't have to think about it. All you really get is a quick pop-up in the higher left-hand part in the guard every time a stat changes, and if it's changed enough to make a big change, the game offers a text narrative regarding just what gives varied and just what to way for you. You will have to believe on your own stats a bit when you find the first flight mission, as the story won't proceed until you've gone through flight training. The training program is frustrating, but once you pass that, the trip controls seem to straighten up a little, and you'll have had enough practice to create that because of most in the flight missions without too much trouble. Another time you'll feel on stats is when you first handle a mission to demands swimming. If you give leveled your lung capacity up to a one sense, you only will not be able to continue. Up until that point inside report, while, you allow had to go underwater at all, so at the beginning of the mission you'll have to use time going marine and resurfacing until you've happened the lungs demanded to swim off to your craft and silently kill all on board.

But enough on statistics. The key thing about Grand Theft Auto San Andreas remains which that insanely pleasure to performance, in spite of how we decide to play it. The assignment become less frustrating this time around--there are still plenty of challenging objectives for you to meet, but the game does a better work of pacing the missions and being people told about what you're supposed to make then. As a result, persons which could not have been able to complete Vice City will have a better chance of finishing San Andreas' story, but at the same time the game never really feels like that too quick. Experienced players can get to the path over the game's epic account in 35 to 40 hours, though if you've been playing Vice City every day in anticipation of this particular sport release, to number could conceivably drop when down as 25 to 30--which is a fairly lengthy adventure, any way you piece it. On top of which, persons who stick to the essential story corridor and dismiss all the side material will kill the game with a completion percentage where inside 50s, so certainly there's a lot more near San Andreas than just getting out of the lid and developing a criminal empire. Even participants who devote their age with GTA to affect mass destruction can even have a big point now, however you can wish to enjoy from the story long enough to help unlock the sport other areas. And this time, you'll be able to start trouble with a friend.

One of the many interesting wrinkles in Grand Theft Auto's gameplay is how the game today holds a two-player cooperative way. Now, before you become too excited about this, you should know that you can't really play the entire game with a friend. Instead, you'll run into little two-player icons in certain positions in the gameworld. Walking over one with a second controller selected in lets people leave up several special objectives that will operate almost like the rampage stars in prior GTA up for. You along with a close friend can wreak havoc in a vehicle or in bottom, though the game expects which both players remain on the same screen. While the concept of a multiplayer approach in Grand Theft Auto is fairly mind-blowing, the enactment here gets it added of an fun little improvement that, along with other wild things you'll come across when you play, contributes to the feel that the game enjoys a zillion different ideas for you to uncover. OK, while there aren't quite a million side missions in the game, it seems to come fairly strong, offering from a golf ball minigame, to group games competed for currency, to arcade systems to gave respect to traditional sports like Gyruss and Gradius.

Some of the missions which comprise become using the runs for years reappear here. When you type in a patrol vehicle, you can slapped the R3 switch and carry out some vigilante missions. The same thing goes for fire trucks and ambulances. If you enter into a travel van at night, you can begin on a home-invasion mission, which is a covert commission that involves you to enter a home then present away with about goods without doing noise. Walking when crouched is the sort on the time now. You'll and learn a mixture of races, ranging from the good old dirtring to well-hidden mountain-bike challenges. Another interesting surface of the game becomes which you'll get to catch up with a variety of person. The history wants you to dabble in the playoffs dating system, which places you happy with limited lady on another times from the game, but there are plenty of other women you can get, if you have the look with design they're searching for. Dates are usually pretty simple: You pick up the girl, and generally she wants to have. It's up to you to push her where. If she's thinking lobster, but you're thinking Burger Photographed, the date's not planning to work very so, but a large variety of nice house to go. You don't usually accept any control in the time other than pushing her for the spot then returning to her home, yet if she wants to go dancing, the game launches into a simple Dance Party Revolution-like timing minigame. In an awesome touch, this even sort of minigame happens when you record a lowrider-hopping contest, which is a good way to gain a small further money.

The Grand Theft Auto series has always been rather stylish, visually speaking. Vice City did a wonderful post of recording the look of Miami along with the impression from the core '80s. San Andreas has to meet that regular while building four unique landscapes--one for each city, and one to the country between cities. Fortunately, the game makes that extremely, well. The pieces of Los Santos in which people cry home have a very realistic ghetto search to turns perfectly. The other areas from the game and seem a lot like the towns they're modeled after, but the most dramatic change occurs when you give city. The countryside is unlike anything you've investigated during earlier GTA contest. The roll country roads, small areas that pepper the landscaping, plenty of off-road conflict, with great deal of nice-looking foliage do these regions seem quite amazing. Outside of Las Venturas, the area is much more desertlike, which also looks really large. And there's no charge time breaking up all the landmass.

The structures looks outstanding, and the action contains some different effects to match. The older trails influence by Vice City with GTAIII is history. Now, you'll see anything very clearly, except when you're in kind areas, the game has a good heat-shimmer make. As you're shift in or around top speed in a van, the vet blurs a bit, that achieves a fantastic job at sharing the extreme logic of rate. Also, the game takes on a grainy, filtered air while the idea falls, which and seems great. The character models throughout San Andreas look very good as well, even though many elements, like the characters' blocky hands, look a minute weird at times.

It's not most joy with sun when it comes to San Andreas' graphics, though. As in previous Grand Theft Auto games, the framework measure with San Andreas is quite unstable. This always works at a playable time, but counting with what you're doing, how rapidly you're doing it, and just how many other objectives are onscreen, the form time may change wildly. Additionally, there are certain occasional level-of-detail issues, where you'll manage to get quite near a entity by their "looks good up tight" texture can insert in. Such a problem will probably vary, depending on the requirement of your own hardware. If your PS2 is contemporary with refreshing, you probably won't see it too often. But if the system has observed better days, this can have problems house up with you when it comes to streaming in the contemporary structures and landscaping. The draw-in distance sounds a lot spread away than Vice City's, but you'll still view around forms burst in position, especially when flying overhead in large rate. But even when people lead these matters in consideration, San Andreas delivers a really impressive-looking graphical box for the aging PlayStation 2 hardware.

The sounds of San Andreas become, equally you'd expect, many also ranged. The game does a very tough task with things like engine noises. Vehicles like flies (yes!), fast cars, with motorcycles all deliver deep, throaty tones that make them sound so swift with powerful as they are. Gunfire sounds around like you'd think, and the playoffs Pro Logic II support does a superb employment of side the audio properly. San Andreas doesn't have DTS assistance, as Vice City did, but you probably will not notice any real change. On the other hand, you'll surely note how the quality of the words production includes improved while to game.

In a story-driven game like San Andreas, the accent cast enjoys a profound relation to the story's impact. Rockstar has constructed a great cast for the game in which, into somebody, does an excellent affair with the dialogue. While there are certainly some familiar names for the cast list, the game doesn't go overboard in this sense, casting a unknown rapper by the term of Young Maylay in the character of CJ--and he gives an excellent performance. MC Eiht, the inspired inclusion to say the least, makes a great work with the character of

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OSF AU - “On the World Stage” (Extended Trailer)

So there is a slightly longer section for this, where editing is a bit choppy. But here you go anyway, for now. :p

Marineford was a nice place. Large, dignified, polished…brimming with eager soldiers of all ranks and plenty of guns pointed toward the sea. Battleships bristled with cannons and the sound of human activity carried along the wind and up through the island’s structure. The sea breeze on the edge of the Tarai Current was refreshing, particularly after days of travel to reach this particular, fortified spot. The base buzzed with nervous energy as the garrison prepared for a war that could shake the very foundations of the world. Almost literally, when one accounted for the possible presence of a master of the Gura Gura no Mi. The Marines were ready. The war would not find them wanting.

It had every quality Kei could hope for in a big, fat target. It even had a beautiful clock tower that she would be overjoyed to see used as Matatabi’s newest toy.

Three o'clock approached, and with it Ace’s scheduled execution.

“Any word from Han or Kokuō?” Utakata asked Yugito, as the only member of the team who hadn’t met either of them in person. Not yet, anyway.

Below, the soldiers arrayed themselves in a defensive formation. Facing the sea. Giants in front, skilled Marine captains filling out the ranks. Three admirals, five Warlords out of a theoretical seven, hundreds of fodder Marines and various flunkies that’d last four seconds in a fight, and a whole complex of people who couldn’t spot a genjutsu if their lives depended on it. Reporters, too, with visual transponder snails. Because of course this was going to be a show.

Oh, they’d get a show. Just not the one they were planning on.

“Not yet,” Yugito replied, watching the army move as though they were ants.

Because it was an army the four of them would be facing. Command structures, machines of war, impossibly dangerous individual powerhouses… Really, it was an admirable setup. The Marines were in the center of their power, and Whitebeard would not be. This tens-of-thousands-strong force might be able to hold off the Emperor that was undoubtedly heading right for the killzone if they managed to keep all of their advantages. Numbers among them.

The Marines still should have brought more men.

As she turned her head, Yugito brought a hand to the side of her throat, where a communication seal made a very fancy choker for instant communication without Tailed Beast intermediaries. The system Kei had worked out wasn’t perfect, and the earpieces were a little soft, but it was amazing what a little input from a Lightning Release user could do for inspiration. As long as she used Yugito’s chakra in the Lightning seal aspect, Kei could get the four seals to talk to each other. It’d be a mess once more jinchūriki joined the fray—and doubly so for when the Tailed Beasts cut loose—but for now Team Jinchūriki were all connected.

Still, it didn’t hurt to check in with those who couldn’t wear the fashionable new accessory.

In position yet? Kei asked Isobu.

Almost. Ten minutes more.

She drummed her fingers on the edge of the roof, impatiently counting down the minutes until showtime. Gonna let Saiken and Matatabi have all the fun until then? Not to mention Yang Kurama...

Hardly. I expect to draw vicarious enjoyment from what you do before you call the others in. Perhaps you’ll even go past V1.

Kei made a barely-audible neutral noise. We’ll see.

“When do you want me to move, Kei-sensei?” Naruto asked from next to my left elbow.

“As soon as Whitebeard appears, get to his ship,” Kei said, resting her head on her upturned palm. “You’ll be helping us coordinate with him.”

“And I’ll be out of the way,” Naruto complained, but not seriously. While he was young, he did have a decent grasp of the weight of being a soldier. His parents wouldn’t have allowed him out of the house without a thorough education. As he bounced his knee and the newly-stolen and newly-named Akamushi bobbed along, Kei knew the argument was already over.

“If you were really ‘out of the way,’ you’d be in Yang Kurama’s stomach,” Yugito told him, shaking her head slowly.

Naruto scoffed. Peering over the edge of the roof, he scowled. “That’s him, then? The big head honcho of all of this?”

“If you mean the man with a seagull on his hat, yes,” Utakata said, trying his best to glare a hole through the back of Sengoku’s head while looking through a spyglass. Without a word, he passed it to Naruto and returned his attention to the coral bubble wand Kei had grown for him.

Kei’s Coral Palm technique was better for large, sharp objects that she could see imperfections in if she wanted to correct them. It was why she had a coral sword strapped to one hip and Vista’s contribution in the sheath. But for Utakata, Kei had managed something considerably more useful for his soap bubble ninjutsu—a bubble wand the size of a quarterstaff, topped with a head in the shape of a carnation bloom.

“It doesn’t matter how big it is,” Utakata had said while Kei was molding the weapon. “I learned staff fighting from Yagura.”

It was a touchy subject for both of them, but Yagura was ten years dead and his plots were finished. On the other hand, Akainu was alive and in dire need of a face-rearranging session, so they could put their differences aside and concentrate on someone else he hated more.

The snail on Naruto’s leg opened its eyes and said in a deep voice, “Men, I have something critical to tell you all…”

Speaking of.

“Something about the true meaning of Portgas D. Ace meeting his end here today.”

“Is he gloating?” Yugito hissed, her nails sharpening to points over her pant leg. Though Naruto rested a hand against her arm to try and soothe her, Kei felt everyone’s hackles rise. Yugito was just the most obvious.

“Shh,” Kei reminded them, though they were still sheltered under Matatabi’s heat-based genjutsu as well as Isobu’s water one. The four jinchūriki didn’t want to give the Marines any hint of their presence until they were ready to put an end to everything.

“Ace.” Sengoku’s voice still made Kei’s teeth grind, but she could deal with it. She had to. “Tell me the name of your father.”

What?

Kei blinked, trying to process the outrageousness of the demand. What did it matter who Ace’s father was? Ace was a world-class criminal on his own, or so his bounty proclaimed. That alone earned a public execution.

But across from her, Yugito’s eyes had gone gold and green, with each pupil vanishing under the glow. Likewise, Matatabi’s low growl seemed to echo through our little genjutsu camouflage. Utakata hadn’t pushed his hair back, but his eyes were twin pinpricks of red light. His chakra alone was a maelstrom, bubbling to match Saiken’s out in the bay.

“My father?” Ace’s voice asked, in a tone that was disdainful at best. “At a time like this…”

Kei closed her eyes as Naruto squeezed her hand. At least he was still talking. He was alive. But this…

“My father,” Ace said slowly, taking a shallow breath, “is Whitebeard.”

“He is not!”

Sengoku can fuck right off, Kei thought. Right off a goddamn cliff.

“Yes, he is! Whitebeard is my only father!” Ace snarled back, as loud as he could. “I have no father!”

Naruto’s grip tightened around Kei’s fingers as her eyes itched, settling Isobu’s eye color and pattern over hers. Over the gold that already overrode her ordinary black, even, as the implication sank in.

This execution wasn’t business or justice. This was politics.

Sengoku’s exposition voice washed over the four jinchūriki on that rooftop, droning on and on. Without a scrap of audible conscience, he spoke at length of child hunts and a worldwide crusade to find one man’s unborn child and whatever woman had been unlucky enough to bed a wanted man. Even after his death. Hell, from the sound of it, the Marines had only dared to begin the search after the father was out of the picture.

When Kei looked up, Utakata’s expression alone said he wanted nothing more than to reach through the snail and tear Sengoku’s tongue out of his mouth.

“...Your mother’s name was Portgas D. Rouge!” Sengoku continued, building volume as he came to the meat of it. The reason he’d put on a performance like this. “She performed a feat that we could never have hoped to imagine. And out of devotion to her child, bore him in her womb for a full twenty months!”

Naruto practically burrowed into Kei’s side as he looped his arms around her ribs and squeezed, though Kei leaked Isobu’s chakra like a nuclear waste spill. As a fellow jinchūriki, he would be fine. But as a child, he didn’t need to hear this and Kei hated that he would have to. For the sake of burning this place to the fucking bedrock.

No loose ends.

“And when the birth finally came, her strength all but spent,” Seagull Head’s voice went on, spewing from Akamushi’s mouth like bile, “she left the world as you entered it. One year and three months after the father’s death, a child was born bearing the most accursed blood in the world. That child is you!”

“This guy’s a monster,” Naruto said softly, staring at the snail in naked horror. “Just… How can they say things like that? Kids don’t choose their parents!”

“I know, Naruto,” Kei whispered, holding herself still as best she could while shaking with suppressed rage. Not yet, not yet…

“The old man goes on the list,” Utakata said in a low, deadly tone. His chakra boiled inside his coils. “He’s not walking out of here alive any more than Akainu is.”

Yugito pressed her lips together hard enough that they seemed to turn white as blood left them. Then, “As another ‘cursed child’—as a jinchūriki—I say we burn them all. But the admirals are a good start.”

“Your father is none other than,” Sengoku’s voice said in a voice that rang with utter truth, “the Pirate King, Gold Roger!”

Kei took a deep breath, staring directly at the little red snail mimicking Sengoku’s expression.

So this was the secret that had been hanging around Ace’s neck like an anchor. It explained why he had been so reluctant to talk about his past, especially if this was how people on this thrice-cursed ocean reacted to sharing blood with the wrong person. He obviously empathized with jinchūriki, even though their average upbringing had a better-than-even chance of resulting in something terrible. And just before Kei, Yugito, and Ace went to confront Teach, just after saving Utakata’s life, Ace had almost said something. Kei had to wonder if this was what he’d meant to confess back then.

Sengoku appeared firm in his beliefs. Justified. Confident.

Kei’s fingers itched with the need to push their plan into motion and revel in all the destruction that would entail. To render the Marines into as many itty-bitty pieces as they had done to victims of a Buster Call time and time again.

But not just yet.

“Saiken just spotted pirate ships,” Utakata interrupted quietly. When Kei looked at him for a further explanation, his eyes were shut. “Forty-three in the fog bank. Three below, in bubbles.”

That was probably as close to a cue as they would get.

“Naruto, head to the bay,” Kei ordered, but her voice remained level. “Yugito, go with him.”

Yugito raised an eyebrow.

“Naruto can’t use genjutsu as well as you can. Get him there safely and hurry back,” Kei clarified. As the two of them took off at a blistering speed to make V2 cloak jinchūriki everywhere proud, she said to Utakata, “I can sense four more chakra signatures heading this way.”

“Chōmei and Shukaku?” Utakata asked, cracking one eye open. His iris still glowed with red light.

“And their partners,” Kei confirmed.

They had only planned on two people showing up besides the Whitebeards, at least of the list of candidates that were worth calling to this soon-to-be hell. Four, however, was even better.

At the beginning of this journey, Kei couldn’t have imagined that they—Yugito, Utakata, and her—would end up at the same spot and on the same side of the impending conflict. Kumo, Kiri, and Konoha shinobi all pointed at a mutual enemy? Impossible, she would’ve said, unless the enemy was Uchiha Madara and thus in possession of a reputation somewhere south of “Satan made flesh.” No one and nothing could force the villages to cooperate otherwise.

But Kei and the others weren’t their villages. They were jinchūriki. People who may not have been born with cursed blood, but often lived cursed lives. People like them had to stick together in a world that would gladly rip them to pieces.

As the three huge ships with whale figureheads exploded out of the water in Marineford’s semicircular bay, Matatabi and Saiken’s chakra flared for a split second. They’d seen the ships pass and would soon want to know who and what they would be encouraged to kill in order to facilitate the mission’s success. Since Saiken had seen a mechanism in the bottom of the bay that looked rather suspicious, that was his first port of call. Matatabi’s would be the Marine ships floating here and there, like sitting ducks. They were under no obligation to play fair, and would probably only make a token effort to avoid casualties on the Whitebeards’ side, but…

Kei smiled without a hint of mirth.

The party was about to start.

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