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Aren't those kind of necessary?
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mclennon fanfic recs based on what i've been reading lately :)
very much feeling emotionally wounded paul energy at the moment. blame peter jackson for making me watch 23 seconds straight of him crying over john not showing up.
As The Days Stand Up On End by roundthatcorner - 9k. i'm a sucker for george's pov on mclennon, but this fic handles it differently from ways i've read before. the scene during quarry-era and then also when they're all high are my favorite scenes :)
what is living is burning by orphanbeat - 99k wip. i normally never read unfinished fics as a rule but this is just INSANELY good. in a world where brian never died, paul is outed in 1968. john & him try to cope. also john goes to therapy?? it's a fascinating plot and brian is handled Phenomenally. also MAL is beautiful here. and JANE. also GEORGE. i don't know if the author's gonna finish it but there's like 10 chapters so it's worth it, read this and freak out over it with me LMAO
that which resembles the grave but isn't! by clarinetta - 12k. major tw for an attempt. i keep coming back to this fic over and over and over again. paul doesn't end up with linda so there's no one to pull him out of his darkness when john, george, and ringo team up against him. it's angsty as all hell but it's wonderful hurt/comfort and ends up happy :)
Lennon, Rolling Stone by skeletondance - 5k. okay this made me feral. it's basically written as an excerpt of an interview john gives (prob in the late 70s) where he essentially gives a tell-all about the sexual nature of his relationship with paul. it is SO well-written and in character that i thought it was real for a second. obsessed with the concept of linda mccartney reading this on tour and just walking into the ocean LMAOOO
No More Situations by skeletondance (obsessed with u) - 15k. hamburg fic! one of john's artsy friends has a crush on paul. chaos and dubious consent ensues. it's really good but i felt the need to hold paul after reading it LMAO not really angsty but john kinda bullies paul for a second there </3
Whatever Gets You Through the Night by sleeprettydarling - 13k. AHHHHHH this is INSANE. more hamburg. basically john & paul keep having threesomes with this prostitute as a way of kinda sorta maybe acting on those repressed Gay Thoughts. it's so good, really in character. MAJOR john pining which i'm always game for. obsessed with it.
Tessellate by cloudy_blue - 5k. oh my GOD this fic. cynthia lennon studies! her pov on john & paul. the star of the fic is cyn & paul lamenting john leaving them both. it's just SO good. i'm so happy this fandom is moving away from wife-bashing and embracing them as full-fledged characters.
(where is the lesbian linda fic, i need to write that i guess)
does it worry you to be alone? by clarinetta (obsessed with u) - 12k. FLUFF. the four lads taking care of each other in different occasions <3 but it's so in character and well done. im a sucker for any of the "bigger than jesus" conflict. brian is great here too. made me feel very warm and fuzzy. plus i love men crying LMAOOO
okay that's it for now, send me a message if anyone ever wants like a specific themed rec list. i'm prob gonna put a 70s mclennon list together cause i live for the DIVORCE DRAMA and also prob a george specific mclennon rec list okay goodbye love u all scream with me about these
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9, 17 nd 22 for the ask game!!
9 - most disliked character(s)?
in no particular order!
tony stark
nathaniel richards/kang the conqueror/iron lad/whoever the fuck else he was
bryne!piotr i love my normal metal man but christ why did they write him dating a 13 y/o 🤢
red hulk/thaddeus ross
sentry/bob reynolds
carol danvers
henry peter gyrich this bitch is so fucking annoying <3
hickman’s valeria richards, why the fuck did you write like a 5 year old saying the r slur what the fuck is wrong with you. like literally why. who does this. i’m so fucking angry
hickman’s moira mactaggart, still upset abt the no precogs rule
us agent
and probably more but i am tired <3
17 - instead of xyz happening, i would have made abc happen…
hnnng multiple things i would change,,, um instead of civil war happening everyone just drinks some hot chocolate and takes a nap and calms down and then talks things out like reasonable adults and there’s no weird shitty ooc moments and no clones are made. instead of the illuminati deciding they know best and doing a bunch of shitty things they just gossip with each other and eat brunch like the catty old bitches they are. instead of repeatedly beating the dead horse into glue with hank pym & That™ they just stop fucking bringing it up like i’m fucking serious about this he’s done other storylines then that! idk explore his journey getting diagnosed with bipolar & anxiety later in life and how he started to modify his day to day life to support himself and that sort of shit which would be important to see because people at that age are rarely diagnosed it usually happens later but NO sure still continue bringing this up despite us ignoring every other character’s dubious/badly written moments.
and lastly instead of that stupid and gross Simon/Wanda/Vision love triangle that i hate more than anything we have someone calling simon out on his repressed gay feelings <3 stop doing this to all three of them they all deserve better than this can we not have wanda and vision happy with their children and simon as an awkward uncle in fucking peace why do you have to ruin EVERYTHING m*rvel.
22 - popular character you hate?
fucking uh tony stark, i probably wouldn’t hate him if i wasn’t forced to see him so much but uh >:) here we are!! i just. he’s not interesting to me, he feels fakedeep (in my opinion i’m not saying he is please don’t send hate dhdhcbhjsd), his following on tungle dot edu feels mildly cultlike, amd i think everything he’s done or all the interesting parts of him have been done better by different characters tbh sdbhshhdxsdh
BUT ALSO. carol danvers, her brand of feminism feels so fake and boring and like not universal AT ALL but some fans think she is? like i like how pissed off she makes shitty fanboys but like that’s it for her. she doesn’t entice me, she feels like what if we took sue storm-richards and took away every interesting aspect of her and called it a day. monica again was much more interesting and feels a lot more genuine as a feminist character then carol. she just feels... eh.
and finally, wolverine (logan). stop trying to make him cool stop making him win against people he should have no right being stronger than, stop making him edgy and stop making him a loner or whatever shitty cishet male kinda projection u wanna put on him. stop pairing him with jean too stop pairing him with underage girls or girls who are like 18-24 just fucking. stop it <3 shut up about logan i don’t care if i wanted a sexy berserker with facial hair and dubious morals i’d go to mr hercules who has yet to treat me wrong. shut up about him alright either he is a struggling dad of like 5, boyfriend to literal god/desses or he’s the squad leader of a gang of lesbian mutants. anything other then these three things is bad <3
salty ask game!
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Sensitive Men Are the Antidote to Toxic Masculinity
Toxic masculinity is both self-destructive and socially destructive.
“Toughen up bro.”
“Come on, be a man about it.”
“Show them you’re the man!”
Society has long taught us that manhood is acquired through dominance, strength, self-reliance, and the bottling up of emotions. But this has led to the dangerous epidemic of “toxic masculinity.”
Now, I’m not a guy. But I’ve seen it happen. And quite frankly, it needs to stop. Toxic masculinity is harmful to everyone — both men and women.
While sensitivity is still a trait largely associated with girls and women, it should be something we encourage of boys and men. Highly sensitive men are the antidote to toxic masculinity. They are a guiding light that proves men can — and should — be thoughtful, considerate, and empathetic members of society. Men who understand and embrace their emotions know that feelings do not make them weak, but strong and healthy.
How Traditional Masculinity Becomes Toxic Masculinity
The American Psychological Association recently released guidelines — for the first time, I might add — for professionals who work with boys and men. The notion of traditional masculinity, the APA argued, has become a serious problem that requires unique intervention so boys can develop into healthier men.
Traditional masculinity is essentially a social construct. It’s a way of idealizing what it means to be a man, and requiring all men to live up to that restrictive, impossible image: emotionless, strong, hard-working.
Toxic masculinity emerges when that idea of traditional masculinity goes too far. It’s a way of thinking that if a guy doesn’t act in a certain way, they aren’t men. When that happens, the already constricting nature of traditional masculinity becomes something far more dangerous — both to men and the people in their lives.
I want you to think of Gaston from Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast.” Remember him? Competitive, bulging muscles, misogynistic, violent and, definitely someone who won’t take “no” for an answer. Gaston is the epitome of toxic masculinity.
Some typical traits associated with toxic masculinity are:
Shows no emotion apart from anger
Deals with problems using violence and/or aggression
Competitive and always has to win
Can’t show any weakness and doesn’t depend on anyone
Avoids doing anything considered ‘feminine’
Sometimes, may even make inappropriate sexual or derogatory comments toward women
Truth be told, toxic masculinity is both self-destructive and socially destructive, but society keeps encouraging those same destructive behaviors from men.
Ways Society Encourages Toxic Masculinity
It’s damaging to assume there is only one way of being a man — that only leads to having an unhealthy relationship with oneself and with others. Yet, as boys become men, they tend to hear:
1. ‘’Real men don’t cry.”
Boys are often told this phrase from a young age, often by their fathers or other male members of the family. The end result? Emotional repression. This frequently leads to outbursts, whether as violence directed at others or self-harm. And that’s not to mention the damaging effects on mental health — 1 in 8 men have mental health issues, but many hesitate to reach out for help.
2. “Suck it up.”
Not being able to express one’s emotions creates an internal pressure cooker, and can result in problems like anxiety, depression, and elevated suicide rates. In fact, men are 3.5 times more likely to die by suicide than women.
3. “Stop being a wimp.”
Men experience a real fear of appearing soft and tender. These qualities are usually associated with being weak and not manly. And for a long time — even still to this day in some places — “not manly” was often associated with being gay.
While views about the LGBTQ community have rightly changed for the good, homophobic comments grounded in the idea of being sensitive make it harder for some men to express their identity, and so they end up feeling uncomfortable with who they truly are.
4. “Boys will be boys.”
Well, what a great excuse for this crappy type of behavior. The “lad culture” that encourages toxic masculinity tends to devalue women’s bodies and opinions. It creates unbalanced relationships and unhealthy approaches to sex. As a result, domestic abuse rates are at an all-time high.
Let’s be clear, it’s not just women who are victims of domestic abuse, men are too. But according to the charity Women’s Aid, “women experience higher rates of repeated victimization and are much more likely to be seriously hurt or killed” than males. The idea that problems should be dealt with using violence poses risks to women in relationships with toxic men.
Why Sensitivity is the Antidote We Need
It’s time to redefine masculinity. Sensitivity in men is very rarely encouraged, but it’s time that changed. As a man, you should be able to feel vulnerable and sensitive without feeling weak and inferior. You should be able to enjoy activities like baking and cooking without worrying that they are too girly.
And that’s where sensitive men come in.
20 percent of the male population are highly sensitive. And most other men are capable of a deep sensitivity, if they allow themselves to bring it out. Men who embrace their sensitive sides have healthier relationships with others and themselves. They take the time to listen and cultivate deeper friendships. They talk more freely about their emotions and experiences.
That is pretty damn brave if you ask me.
Here are a few ways sensitive men can help teach the world that “sensitive” means “strong.”
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4 Ways Men Can Embrace Their Sensitive Side
1. Release and express emotions.
Real. Men. Have. Feelings. There, I said it. Men feel pain, anxiety, joy, and fear just like any other human being. You shouldn’t have to bottle up your emotions when you are feeling crappy. You can cry. You can talk. You can go to therapy. If you need help, ask. You don’t have to do it all on your own.
Don’t suffer in silence. You’re doing yourself (and others) more harm than good. There are much healthier ways of expressing your feelings than violent outbursts.
2. Own your interests, even if they’re “non-traditional.”
Not every guy is into football, cars, and weight lifting. (And if you are, then that’s perfectly fine.) Some men also enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, and baking. These activities are often associated with femininity, but they shouldn’t be.
Forget about what you should like to do as a man, and own what you enjoy. Not doing what you love just because you are afraid it’s considered too girly means you risk losing part of your identity in the process.
3. Foster healthy relationships.
Treating others with respect is just basic manners, and this goes double for romantic relationships. It’s important to cultivate a healthy approach to sex. The idea that all men want sex and should be ready for it 24/7 is absurd.
You can say no when you want to. It won’t make you any less of a man. And being sexually aggressive (without the other person’s consent) is not justifiable. Women and men aren’t sex objects and you shouldn’t be treating them as so. Learn to treat them as equals. (P.S: Laughing at rape jokes is also really not cool or funny.)
4. Forget about a perfect physique.
Men feel the pressure to have that perfect muscular body, thinking that it makes them manlier. Arnold Schwarzenegger in his heyday comes to mind: “I must be the strongest, fittest, most competitive…”
More times than not, the superhero in a movie is usually broad and muscular. Images like that and others we see on a daily basis help fuel unrealistic physical ideals and body image problems. Being thinner or heavier should not make you less of a man. Can we all just embrace our differences, please and thank you?
The world has started clueing into the problem of toxic masculinity, and I hope that sensitivity can provide a way forward. You don’t have to conform to society’s ideas of being a man. Be you. There is no ‘’right’’ way to be a man. Sensitive isn’t weak — it’s strong and daring and bold. It’s manly as hell.
You might like:
5 Truths I Struggled to Learn as a Highly Sensitive Man
The World Needs Sensitive Men More Than Ever
7 Keys to a Happy, Thriving Marriage with a Highly Sensitive Person
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My Fav Books, another chaotic list
Another quarantine review fest! I know I ranked my top anime but this is seriously too hard so I’m just going to list them to avoid hours of debate. Enjoy!
1) The Skulduggery Pleasant series
This whopper of a series (now at 15 books jesus christ I didn’t know there were that many I’ve only read about twelve) has a special place in my heart. I was FULLY obsessed with it throughout my tween - and teen - years, and for a reason. This shit just butters my bread like nothing else. The story follows a young girl Valkyrie Cain (who eventually becomes a young woman through the series) and her partner in crime, a fashionable living skeleton called Skulduggery Pleasant. They’re MAGICAL DETECTIVES!!!! Bitch!!! They use elemental magic - water, earth, fire, air - to fight off magic-wielding bad guys and look good doing it. The duo is hilarious and seriously shaped my sense of humour, the dry wit and comedic writing style stuck with me and influenced my own writing style to this day! As the series progresses we get a massive cast of characters but to me they’re all memorable, likable (mostly) and well-developed so that’s not an issue. I have no fukcing clue how Derek Landy comes up with his stories because every book in the series has an absolutely wild (yet unique) plot with its own twists and turns. It gets REALLY dark and depressing at times, gory, brutal etc etc especially in the later books I have no idea why this is labeled as a kids series.
10/10 for badassery, humour, and MAD codependency issues
2) The Feverwake series
This bitch is one hell of a YA series. It’s actually only a 2 book-series which is rare, but that’s not the only thing that sets it apart from other creations of its genre. It’s hard to explain the setup without waffling so I’ll just quote the blurb of the first book: “In the former United States, sixteen-year-old Noam Álvaro wakes up in a hospital bed, the sole survivor of the viral magic that killed his family and made him a technopath. His ability to control technology attracts the attention of the minister of defense and thrusts him into the magical elite of the nation of Carolinia.
The son of undocumented immigrants, Noam has spent his life fighting for the rights of refugees fleeing magical outbreaks—refugees Carolinia routinely deports with vicious efficiency. Sensing a way to make change, Noam accepts the minister’s offer to teach him the science behind his magic, secretly planning to use it against the government. But then he meets the minister’s son—cruel, dangerous, and achingly beautiful—and the way forward becomes less clear.”
As you can tell from this, the series is heavy on its politics but in a grounded, realistic and relevant way which is different to many other YA series. Marxist theory is brought up, and you can make some pretty strong links between the books and real events. The magic also has a semi-scientific explanation which is cool and adds to the realness. Anyways this series is action packed and full of twists, plus there’s a bisexual main character and queer romance at the core!! Wig!!! Very good for moral debate - how far is it acceptable to go to protect the oppressed before you become one of the oppressors? Dark and exciting series.
10/10 queer representation and political themes.
3) Spin the Dawn
It’s probably obvious that I’m biased towards YA books but they’re just so exciting and cool! Anyways this is about a girl living in a kind of alternate universe ancient China where magic exists. Maia Tamarin is a skilled seamstress who dreams of being the Imperial Tailor, a position that can only be held by a man. She poses as her brother to go to the royal palace and enter a competition full of skilled tailors, all vying for the role of imperial tailor. She also meets Edan; a mysterious, annoying, but SEXY mage who seems to know her secret identity? Oho? IMO this would be an elevated book if Edan had been a girl but that’s just me being gay. As the final challenge Maia is tasked with making 3 dresses from the sun, moon, and stars - a mission that takes her to the ends of the world in search of these magical materials (obvs Edan goes with her and they kiss kiss fall in love). It’s a fairly classic YA plot and characters but the combination of Project Runway, Mulan, and kind of Lord of the Rings(??) vibes makes for a very entertaining read. It’s also really fun to imagine what the clothes look like, plus the romance between Maia and Edan is very cute. Second book is yet to be published but sounds lit.
10/10 magic fashion and romance (despite its heterosexuality)
4) Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
Usually I steer clear of angsty gay stories because I’ve consumed too much of the depressing narrative which is all about suffering because of being gay, but fuuuuuuck this book is like the definition of bittersweet. Mostly bitter to be fair but it has a happy ending which was lovely after the emotional torment of the book. It’s about two teen boys - Aristotle is angry and repressed, Dante is eccentric but kind, and the two eventually form a strong friendship after meeting at the local pool. It’s kind of obvious that Ari is in denial about a few things, which leads to some real sad boi hours. There’s also a devastating moment around halfway (not sure) through with a car accident which makes the whole thing 10x heavier. Despite all this, the book has its sweet moments - parents play a big role, but not in the way they usually do in queer stories - and like I said the ending is the bandage for your broken heart. I’m not sure what it is about the writing style, maybe the way it just cuts between scenes randomly or perhaps the way the dialogue and actions are so realistic, but it’s so different to any other book I’ve read that it’s stayed in my mind for a while after reading it.
10/10 really good philosophy plus supportive parents
5) The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue
Okay if this was a ranked list, this bad boy would be on its way to the top spot. It’s got everything: historical setting, gays, pirates, alchemy, humour, adventure, angst, character development, and some healthy second-hand embarrassment. It’s not complicated or philosophical but reading this book all in one go is like taking five shots and diving into a pool. It’s exciting and witty, but deals with darker themes like child abuse too. One of the MCs also has a disability and doesn’t treat it as something to be cured, which is a lesson our protagonist has to learn. Speaking of protagonists, Henry ‘Monty’ Montague is a great main character. He’s obnoxious, oblivious, and hedonistic yet quick-witted and passionate, and he has a good heart. Sometimes you just want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him for being such an ignorant idiot, but throughout the book he grows and learns to open his mind more (as well as becoming more humble). He’s a great example of a flawed yet likable main character. He is also a bisexual icon.
Oof forgot to even talk about the story. Monty embarks on a tour of Europe, usually taken by lads his age to get all cultured before they settle down and inherit the family company or whatever. With him are his younger sister Felicity, a girl with a brilliant mind for science who isn’t taken seriously by anyone because of her gender, and the lovely Percy, Monty’s lifelong best friend (and crush). Monty ends up stealing a very valuable object that turns the Tour into a manhunt across Europe, and drags the trio into a big ol’ conspiracy involving something that may or may not be the philosopher’s stone????
Issues of race, gender, and disability in historical context are really well done, and it’s an absolute banger of a book.
10/10 very exciting adventure, plus GREAT GAY ROMANCE
6) Heaven Official’s Blessing
HOOOOOO BOY. This is probably my absolute fave on this list. It’s a webnovel (originally Chinese but the full translation is online). Set in ancient china in the cultivation world (difficult as shit to explain if ur not into all of that but I’ll try), basically there’s three realms - the heavenly realm, the human/mortal realm, and the ghostly realm. If a mortal reaches a certain point (good deeds, power etc), they ascend to become a god - or if they fall far enough, they become a ghost.
I’ll just quote the author’s description again cause I don’t have the brain cells required:
“Eight hundred years ago, Xie Lian was the Crown Prince of the Xian Le kingdom. He was loved by his citizens and was considered the darling of the world. He ascended to the Heavens at a young age; however, due to unfortunate circumstances, was quickly banished back to the mortal realm. Years later, he ascends again–only to be banished again a few minutes after his ascension. Now, eight hundred years later, Xie Lian ascends to the Heavens for the third time as the laughing stock among all three realms. On his first task as a god thrice ascended, he meets a mysterious demon who rules the ghosts and terrifies the Heavens, yet, unbeknownst to Xie Lian, this demon king has been paying attention to him for a very, very long time.”
It’s hard to describe the enormity of this story and all the emotions it encapsulates, you really have to read it for yourself. But bitch the undying, pure, Hozier-devotion-level LOVE is by far my favourite part of this story. If you’re looking for an epic, god-tier gay romance, then this is it baby!! This story has comedy, action, and downright harrowingly depressing moments, but throughout is this achingly beautiful love between fallen god and last believer.
I don’t wanna give too much away cause there are some big ol’ plot reveals, but oooh this shit made me cry. The protagonist is MY FAVOURITE EVER I didn’t think it was possible to like a protag so much!! He’s legit my fave character! At first he seems oblivious and carefree but he’s just doing his goddamn best after all he’s been through and he’s so fukcing kind and just wants to help everyone for fuckcs sake excuse me I need to go have a breakdown.
Okay I’m back, anyway there’s a great cast of characters, even the background characters are all incredibly memorable and all given their time to shine and develop. My faves include Quan Yizhen, a rowdy himbo who just wants to fight, and Shi Qing Xuan, a friendly genderfluid god who controls the wind. Read this shit I’m not joking it’ll change your life.
10/10 for everything
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Faithless Fairy Tale
Title: Faithless Fairy Tale
Word Count: 5432 words
Summary: Laura and Sweeney get a happy ending. (Canon up until the last episode.)
Author’s note: I haven’t posted to tumblr in six million years and it shows by the fact that I still don’t know if I even posted this right, and if I mess up I’m sorry and just tell me. All of this is Neil’s and it’s pretty obvious I’m only playing in his sandbox. *There are a few direct lines from the book, between Laura and Shadow, freakin’ important ones I hope they one day put in the show.
Despite what one might presume given…well, his everything. Mad Sweeney does better in the company of women than he does men. Sure, he can drink and fight with the lads, take the piss and make them do the same with a dirty joke, but when it comes to the grit of his bones and silence of the night, its women that make him feel more at ease.
Its just the nature of his being really, women believe in the likes of fairies and leprechauns more easily than men. It is their kind that want something a little bit wild and uncontrollable, and free. Its really only a woman who could understand and appreciate a dual nature. Not good nor evil, not nice or mean but ever changing in opinion given the direction of the wind.
Men. Men wanted firm rules. Give and take, all the details finely written down like a bloody equation.
I pray this much, I sacrifice this much and in return by this time I shall have received my list of demands or else some other bloody God gets my belief.
Men wanted Gods of War. Gods that kept their dick hard and Gods to take away their pain.
Leprechauns were by nature then, seen more as little devils. Annoyance that were more likely to steal and trick them than to help.
So its hardly a thought given to him, that when all settles down. When the three of them fall into a routine of travel; making pit stops every five hours it seems to either piss, eat or pray, he keeps closer to the bitch dead wife rather than the Genie Rubber.
“Why are you on my side?” Laura bitches, the second he sits down. The worn red seat of the ancient Waffle house is at best, a fucking bench with a whisper of a pillow above it. His weight makes it whine and crack, like a living beast about die.
“Shut up and order. Oh, that’s right you can’t because you’re dead, so how about you shut it anyways or else you can go back to the cab and rot.” He bitches right back, only to get her tiny fist shoved into his side. Clearly she is holding back, as he does not fly across the room, but it does make him keen like a whelp and curl up to protect the rest of his insides. “Fuckin hell!”
“Tell me to shut up one more god damn time, Ginger minge and I swear I will give you a very unwanted vasectomy with a fucking fork.”
Across the table, Salim with his wide doe eyes and soft heart begs them to stop.
“Please, we are in public.” He says, like he is their mother and they are just two rowdy kids as opposed to what they really are. A 6'5 leprechaun and 5'1 dead woman about to fist fight in a Waffle House at three am.
It continues on like this, him without thought keeping to her, even when she breaks his bones and insults everything about him seven ways from Sunday. Like she’s got a stick up her pert little ass a mile long and just as wide with his fucking name on it.
He can’t say he doesn’t probably have a matching one with her name on it.
He pays no mind to it, but of course she does.
“Is it the gay thing?” She questions apropos of nothing. They had been sitting, watching Salim pray on the side of the road from within a little coffee shop. Its shit, the coffee but they have amazing doughnuts that Sweeney eats several of.
“What is?”
“Why you never seem to want to be near Salim.”
He tilts his head toward her, “I’ve just spent three days stuck in a fucking mini piece of rolling shit with the man, with hardly a breathing inch between us. If I was any fucking closer, I’d be inside the bastard, and it’s my fucking name he’d be thanking five times a day.”
She waits a beat before answering.
“So do you want him to be? Are you jealous because of the God thing or the sex? Or is it a weird combo where you are just a repressed homophobe with God Issues?”
“…What the fuck.” He whispers in ancient tongue. “Did they pickle your fucking brain, dead wife?”
“Just an observation.”
“Oh. Is it now? JUST A FUCKING TERRIBLE ONE.” He roars, the patrons of the shop sleepily look over but ignore him after a second. He shoves a doughnut into his mouth and chews through his anger. “I ain’t jealous, Gods are fucking high horsed pricks. Fuck the lot of ‘em. And I ain’t got nothing against any bloke who can take it up the arse with a smile, not my slice of cake but you don’t live as long as I do and not get curious.”
Laura smirks, as if he has confirmed something for her. Like a child, he has the sudden need to steal it from her and horde it.
“-and before your pickled brain can get too many rotted ideas. No. Salim isn’t the ugliest bugger I’ve laid eyes on, but he isn’t making me twitch down below.”
“Gross.”
“So are you, dead wife.”
She rolls her eyes but continues. “So what is it then? You always seem to hang out with me, and we both know its not my winning personality.”
Sweeney takes a sip of the shit coffee and looks out the window to Salim. “Does it matter? Maybe I just want to keep track of you. You and my coin.”
“That’s not it. For one, we both know if I wanted to lose you I could. Two, you can’t keep track of shit, example A.” She gestures to herself, “-and its weird.”
“Is this your shit way of saying you don’t want to be friends, dead wife? And here I thought we were on our way to braiding each others hair and trading friendship bracelets.”
“Fuck off.”
“Heaven above, you have no idea how much I wish I could.” He sighs deeply, wishing he had such a choice. That she didn’t have his coin, that she didn’t look like-
But she does. She fucking does and maybe that’s the part of it. Laura Moon is the haunting mirror of Essie, the color of their hair different, and skin not as freckled but there she sits. Just as mouthy and unwilling to bend against the course of nature as ever. The only difference being that Laura did it out of pure stubborn will, where Essie had done it out of faith. Faith that had brought him with to the new world, and just looking at Laura reminded him of that fact. Made it feel like there was a hole in his chest, missing something vital.
The worst part was that, given different circumstances he wouldn’t have minded. In another reality, where she had a beating heart and no husband to chase, he would have chased that feeling. Stupid as it was, as mean as she could be. He would have tried to fix the feeling with crass words, rough sex and shades of affection. Try and figure Laura out, what she believed in and try to make her believe in him, as a lover or a man.
He thinks in a different life, he would have been happy to try.
-but they aren’t in that world. No, instead she’s dead as a fucking door nail and he’s just the unlucky tool that did it. Her piece of shit husband the reason why, even if he didn’t know it.
Instead, the hole in his chest just gets infected by guilt. With what feels like several bleeding centuries of it. From the loss of Essie, to the own sad truth of what he has become and even if she is a cunt, Laura hadn’t deserved to become a pawn in some God’s half assed plan. She wasn’t meant to die, scraped across pavement like roadkill with a man’s cock in her mouth.
“Come on, he should be done soon.” She says, drawing him out of his thoughts.
Sweeney nods, finishes his drink and follows her out. Salim is just packing away his rug and hat as they approach the cab. Laura making a beeline for the passenger seat (is if her tiny legs could somehow beat his stride if he put his mind to it.) And he once again attempts to shove his frame into the back seat. As always he fails. Curled up, with his knees bent, his boots still push against her seat.
If he was in mood. He’d kick it.
Kick it like a fussy toddler on a six hour flight.
-but decides he likes how his balls are attached to his body and keeps himself in check.
+
They lose Salim, the cab and the helpful buffer between within seconds. In hardly a days drive from that, Sweeney finds himself face first in a fucking window with an red, white and blue popsicle up is his arse like it’s fourth of the fucking July.
And his coin.
His fucking coin had, by the grace of gravity knocked right out of Laura’s corpse. His problems solved, he had it back. Not freely given per say but his once more never the less.
But then he looks down at her; once more smeared ungracefully and undignified on the road, this time dry and hollow. Her chest split open, showing him the pale white curve of bones that protects her heart and lungs. She is flayed open, and he should want nothing to do with her.
Still he does not walk away.
He roars, stomps and loses his god damn mind. All in his ancient tongue, all but lost to time, to the heavens above.
He isn’t evil. He isn’t.
(He puts it back, because there is a hole in his heart, a renewed sense of self and it’s the biggest middle finger to fucking Odin he can think of. He doesn’t want a new start, doesn’t want to be absolved of this sin and mistake, he wants Laura to have her revenge, even if it means she’ll probably wring his neck. Even if it means his own death. He’s done being a fucking coward.)
He puts the coin back into her and they continue their journey.
+
“What do you believe?”
“Everything.”
Death has done a lot of damage to Laura Moon’s insides. She feels empty, like there is a growing hole in her chest -but not physically. No, physically she can feel the cold, the dry pull of limbs as they move with every step. She can feel the odd heavy weight in her guts, of fluid never fully drained and of maggots growing. Making it feel like she has to puke or shit, but not really. She is in her body, she feels it, but it’s obvious to even her that the decay is setting in.
She thinks about Mad Sweeney and his stupid words. Yer meat will slide off your bones
She hates that his words manage to stick, place a bit of fear in her. She hates that even for a second, she believes him.
-but the truth is, she is coming apart at the seams.
Can there even be a resurrection if she’s a pile of moldy meat?
Laura watches Easter break out the big guns, watches in passive disillusionment as the woman draws life out and back into her, like breathing. Watches as she seemingly turns into a bundle of brightly colored flowers as the Earth turns hollow and dead as Laura herself; and all she can do is feel is pissed off. A Goddess of this power, who could have brought her back to life, can’t. All because she wasn’t just dead. No not just murdered.
She was a fucking sacrifice. A lamb slaughtered for an uncaring God.
So she politely clears her throat, to get their attention.
“I’d like to have a word with my husband.”
Shadow smiles up to her, like she’s a gift for all of three seconds,before his expression falls. As if remembering something.
(And it pierces her heart, like a bullet, because she isn’t stupid. It doesn’t matter what those gods of death had said. He’s not grateful for her return, he’s not able to forget or forgive her sins. He isn’t her puppy any more. Confessed by the man himself.)
Wednesday takes one glaring look at her, and then to Mad Sweeney behind her and butts in like he’s reading from a dramatic play, “Might have to take a rain check on that m'dear. As you can see, things are heating up, might not be too good for you…considering your,” He pauses, eyes going over her appearance, as if he can taste the rot on her, “-let’s say delicate condition?”
“I’m dead, not fucking pregnant you asshole.” Laura spits out.
“Laura-” Shadow attempts to call out to her; but he does it in that stupid soft voice of his, the one that she’s so familiar of. The one that is to calm her, to gently tell her to reign it in and not start a fight. He’s used it at her family’s dinners whens he got to mouthy with her mother over something stupid, and it’s the last straw.
She will not stand by and let him protect this asshole god from her wrath.
She starts walking down the steps, hears Sweeney follow, and makes her way to the group. Intent on ripping them all a new hole, physically and mentally. First Wednesday, then Shadow and then maybe the rest of them too. Sweeney as well. Fucking everyone.
-but she gets about a foot away before Wednesday gives her a smirk.
“What is it that you really want, Laura. Your man or your life? What are you really afraid of? Death or being alone? What is it that you believe in, that makes you chase Shadow?”
“Fuck you, I want both, I love him. His love brought me back!”
The old man’s devil of a smile, grows wider and she can see his two colored eyes sparkle with amusement. He is laughing at her. It makes her want to break every bone in his body, slowly.
“Did it?” He questions, looking back at Shadow curiously, “Did you?”
Shadow, looks like he’s a deer caught in the head lights. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out and Laura’s rage turns into dust. The bright light he seems to effortlessly shine with starts to dims. Flickers like a candle in the wind and all she wants to do now is cup her hands around it, protect it.
Please. Please don’t go out.
“I…I gave her the coin, but I didn’t-” He admits slowly, confesses each word with a stutter before it all comes out. “I didn’t know it would bring you back Laura.”
The light goes out.
He gave her a gift he didn’t mean to give, it’s not his love that keeps her on this plane of existence, it’s a fucking mistake. She’s been following him blindly, just like Salim and his Jinn, just like him and his Gods but here she is. Before him, and the truth is a little less like heaven and more like the hell she probably deserves.
She doesn’t really know what to do with that.
“He killed me Shadow,” She spills the secret with a lot less gravity than she thought it deserved, but now she’s not even sure he’d care. “He might have ordered Ginger minge over there to do it, but it’s him that wanted me out of the way. It’s him that sent you to prison. That ruined my perfect plan. He is the reason our lives went to shit.”
Shadow glares -there’s just enough righteous fury in his eyes to make the light flicker back on, but then Wednesday is once again talking and swaying the breeze.
“Am I?” He questions, and Laura goes to kick him.
“Shut the fuck up, with your stupid questions. Yes, yes you are!”
-he moves out the line of her kick too fast for her to track.
“Ah. So. It was me then who planted that dangerous plan to rob your place of work?” No. That was Laura. Fed up and bored with her life once more. “It was me, that asked you to get Shadow involved?” No. That was Laura again. “It was me, that after a year and a month…a baker’s dozen of months, that caused you to start fucking Robbie? That pushed you to bend over and suck his dick?”
Her own words, phases and classless tone comes back to haunt her. She doubts that Shadow told the bastard any of this, and knows that it’s just him. As a God, reading her sins like they are printed on her face. The truth of her actions, that still would have damned her even if she was still alive. That was all Laura, screwing herself over.
“Tell me. What would have happened if you had lived that night. If you hadn’t of died.” He opens his arms, looking to the crowd now as if they have the answer. Everyone is silent, old gods and new, even Shadow. Laura feels suddenly, like she’s on the chopping block. Like she’s once again, sitting before the God of Death, and being told to weigh her heart against a pure white feather.
She already knows the answer.
“Tell me Laura Moon -Laura McCabe. Who used to try and suffocate herself in a hot tub with bug spray when no one was looking, when her husband didn’t make her feel any more -what was your life going to be?”
It’s in that moment, that Laura realizes she’s too dead to cry. There’s nothing to give, even though there’s a growing crack in her being. Wednesday’s rips her apart, with his accurate accusations. Spilling not her blood, but her secrets. The one she never thought she’d ever have to share.
“Oi, you fucker!” A voice finally rings out, Sweeney’s roar. He dares to venture into the fray. Pointing a finger at the Norse God, “You are on trial here, not her. Whatever her life might have been, good or fucking terrible, that was her right. It was her fucking life to live! You bastards,” He glares out to all them watching and sneers, “Old Gods. New Gods. Fuck the lot of you. Same pricks, different fucking names that’s all. All greedy, all selfish. When was the last time any of you did anything fucking productive? You scramble and you fight, and you demand worship, like any of you deserve it. Well, surprise. You fucking don’t. None of ya, and all this is,” He waves his arms out, striding forward to Wednesday to spit directly into his face, “All this bloody is, is a war to find out whose the bigger cunt to a bunch of dumb mortal motherfuckers who don’t fucking need you.”
Sweeney laughs, “They never have, and that’s why they forget. That’s why, you can suck the life out of his whole damned planet-” He points to Easter, with a grin , “Like a toothless whore, and it won’t matter. They’ll just assume it’s nature. It’s the planet dying. They’ll fuck off to space before building you an alter, love. And maybe they’ll have their gadgets and their little stories on the box, but once again they’ll be focused on survival. Those things will be pushed into dark little boxes of the old times, won’t they?”
“He’s…got a point.” Techno Boy Wonder says in reply, he isn’t exactly eager for this war. He just wants his kicks, his slice of pie and then honestly, to fuck off and mind his own business again. “Why are we fighting them. Like really. If it doesn’t matter if they win or lose, then what does it matter if we fight? This is twenty-first century. No one is going to start plucking out eyeballs for the old geezer unless they’re already crazy.”
Media is slower to reply, but even she softly admits, “And then they’re nothing but mad men. Delusional. Cults do have a nasty habit of burning out before too long…”
-and just like that. The tides and winds are changing.
“There won’t be a war.” Media decides. Grabbing her hat off the ground. “Too much trouble. This was…impressive.” She says to Easter, “but he’s right. Without our meddling, they’ll figure it out. Call it something else. Cover it up and forget it.”
-and just like that, Media and Technology Boy leave.
Easter too, sullenly walks back into her home. Her earlier joy fading with every step.
It’s not a fitting end, but it’s an end never the less.
+
There’s a fight of course, a violent one, but it’s just between Mad Sweeney and Odin. Laura breaks it up by slicing Odin’s head off with his own blade. Just as he was about to snap Sweeney’s head off.
It’s not really important, because honestly, Laura doesn’t want it to be.
He’s better left forgotten.
+
“You didn’t mean to bring me back.”
“No.”
“You don’t want to see me.”
“It wasn’t that,” Shadow hesitated, “No. I didn’t want to see you. It hurt too much. At first I just thought…I don’t know what I thought, but looking at you, it hurts.”
Laura bows her head, it’s not surprising. This talk with Shadow. It’s simple and blunt, like a hammer doing it’s job, and nailing in her coffin once more. It’s time to bury what is between them, because it’s pretty clear even if she wasn’t dead, their marriage was.
“I want to bring you back. I don’t want you dead.” He tells her, but it’s not with passion as so much guilt. He wants to right a wrong, not get her back. Not fix things because he wants to be with her.
She is, of course hurt by this fact. Splinted between knowing she’s lost such a good man because of her own stupid fault and the growing sense of fuck it, you never really wanted him, did you? You were bored with him before you died, before he went to prison. You were just holding on to something you didn’t deserve, a Goddess with a single mindless devotee.
“I love you,” She said, dispassionately. “I know you loved me. You spoiled me, gave me everything…and it would have been enough. Should have been.” Admitting it is easier in death, because what does she have to fear? Wednesday was wrong. She doesn’t fear the nothing that comes after death, and even when she was with Shadow she was alone. Laura doesn’t fear anything, just as she doesn’t believe in anything. All she wants is something in her life that doesn’t make her feel like she’s dead. She wants to feel her blood pumping inside her veins, not just because her heart is pushing it but because something is causing it to. “I wasn’t unhappy with you Shadow, I was unhappy with life, and I suppose in a way I guess that does include you even if I never thought of it like that. It’s only in death that I can admit that to you without holding back. And that’s the truth of it. I was always holding back.”
“You could have shared. I would have-”
“You would have told me you loved me. You would have told me it’s okay. Maybe taken the step to get me to a doctor, who would have medicated me to hell and then I would still be this. Dead on the inside.” She points out, “I’m not a nice person with a lot of issues. I’m broken, Shadow and that’s just who I am and you’ve always been too good of a man to say so. That’s why I think…I think I followed you, I believed in you. Or rather I wanted to. I mean, I don’t believe in any Gods or that shit…but I knew you were a good man, and you could do something. Anything to fix me.”
“…You still don’t believe? After everything you’ve seen today?” Shadow asks her, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the kitchen counter. Easter had all but disappeared into her rooms. Leaving the trio to themselves. Sweeney was recovering in the living room while they had gone off to talk.
Laura shrugged, indifferent. “Nah. I mean. Ginger Minge out there said it didn’t he? Doesn’t matter what they are or aren’t, they’re still pricks. And anyone can be a prick, so it stands to reason anyone can be a God. Seems kinda like that’s a shit existence any how.”
Shadow cracks, smiling just a bit. “I suppose it does…but what about you? You’re still dead, Odin might have been the only one to bring you back…”
“Actually, I’ve got a theory about that.”
+
“Let’s make a deal.”
Sweeney attempts to open his eyes, but really his face is bruised and swollen he only manages to see out of one. And all he gets for his trouble is the smug mug of the bitch dead wife. He frowns.
“Fuck off.”
“I mean it. Let’s make a deal, Lepercunt.”
“I also mean it. Fuck off.”
She pinches the skin between his wrist and his hands, causing him to scream so loud the house windows rattle.
Laura smiles. The bitch.
+
It goes like this.
“I’ll believe in you if you believe in me.”
“That’s not how it fucking works, dead wife.”
“Oh yeah?” She questions, standing before him. Despite being half his fucking height, she manages to make him feel nervous. “How does it work, because I’m going out on a limb in saying that you’ve got no fucking clue. Hell, I’ll gamble and say, none of you dickwads do.”
Maybe. But he doesn’t tell her that. Just glowers and mutters under his breath in another language how he can’t believe his fucking luck. Lack of luck.
“You told me you were a king once. Don’t you want to be one again?”
Sweeney stays silent, giving her any words is like selling his soul. Maybe he owes it to her, but fuck her, he’s not giving it without a bit of a fight.
“All you need is someone to believe. Really believe, and maybe a new story right? A reinvention. A rebirth.”
He catches on, what she is selling ain’t new, but fuck him…it sounds good.
“A resurrection.” He adds.
+
There is a new story.
One of a man, of a bird, of a saint and a trickster. Who came to America on broken wings and lost his crown, his coin and belief. (Oh yeah, Americans love a good immigrant story, of someone who lost everything and got it all back, Laura laughs.)
A hundred years, give or take, he spends wandering like a curse. Each road familiar, each day a repeat of the last. He makes deals with the devils, with the angels and even the ghosts but none of them change anything for him. All his pain, all his luck good or bad, doesn’t matter. It’s fleeting and he starts looking for an end.
He finds the end in a girl.
He murders her, leaves her dead on the side of the road because a mean ugly God told him to. Told him this was an important piece to bury, to shove out of the way for the grand end the once king was looking for.
-but the dead girl, she doesn’t stay where he puts her. She leaves the comfort of her grave, she tracks the sun and the moon until she finds him and once she finds him, she puts her hands around his throat and demands life.
The man who was once a bird, whispers to her he has none to give. None to share. All he has is the name of the God who wanted her dead. The girl takes it, though no heart in her beats or blood in her veins and she has nothing but luck of the damned on her side; she finds that God.
Hidden behind the shadows of the moon and sun, he stands and judges her.
In any other story, she and the trickster would be punished. She would have been struck down for her disobedience. For thinking she could get her way, just because. The trickster would have been killed, just like he wanted.
In any other story, neither of them are heroes and therefore their story ends with death as punishment. The bitter lesson of what happens to the boys and girls who don’t follow the rules.
-but that isn’t this story.
In this story, the girl doesn’t have a drop of fear in her and so she spits in that God’s eye. She blinds him, steals his blade and cuts him right out of the sky. The girl, who is just a girl and nothing more, kills a God.
She sheds her death, her mortality and becomes a God Slayer; something feared by those who rightfully should, and unknown by those who don’t.
It’s in her new embrace, that she brings the faithless man’s story to an end.
Because now he believes.
So she gifts him with a new crown, one of bronze and steel. She gives him wings not of a bird, but of hope of a new world. She takes his heart as payment, but fills it with something stronger than just faith.
She fills it with love.
+
“That’s a bit sappy.” Laura muses. Bright and warm, more so even before all this. Next to her, Sweeney fiddles with some precious trinket -that he promptly shatters between two fingers. He is still getting used to having his strength back.
The God of Death, Anubis as she now knows looks up from his brother’s book. Where their new story is written. Ink fresh to the point it’s still semi-wet.
“Gods and mortals alike, like a good love story.” Is all the man says. He is not pleased per say by the events. He still feels like he’s been cheated, after all. Laura McCabe should have died and vanished into the nothing of the world. It had been his job, and for whatever reasons, that had not come to pass. Not by his own lack of powers, but because the budding of hers.
She’s not a God. She is not holy or known enough to garner attention of mortals…
but she is something new.
Free of the restrictions dealt by most, she is a story now. Told between Gods like a promise. She can not be killed, she can not be reasoned with or bribed. She is an end and a beginning and there is something simple and absolutely terrifying about that truth.
All she needs is Mad Sweeney; not because of love, but because of everything else. He is now the start of her story as much as he is the end. He makes her, unmakes her and cycles between the two. He is her murderer as much as he is her savior. Without him, there is no life, no death and no story.
Doesn’t mean she’s nice to him, though. Why would she?
“Come on, Fire Crotch. I want Burger King.”
“They have shit fries, Wife.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Laura waves him off. A gold band around her finger catches the light. It’s a matching one to his own. A melted down version of the coin, split between them. Forged into rings by some God too afraid to tell them no, and given back to the other in a ceremony of marriage. Not a pledge or a vow to some other God, but to each other.
Laura puts her sunglasses on, and slides her arm between his. She’s strong enough to still throw him across the room, but now he’s strong enough to take it. She likes that. Seems fair.
“Come on, husband, let’s get the fuck out of here before I get bored.”
He laughs, “I can always throw you into the fucking river, wife. Try and drown ‘ya like old times. Would that amuse you? A little of tickle of death?”
“Little tickle of death? Sounds like a good name for your dick.”
His laughter turns into a bark, “We both know what I pack ain’t little, wife.”
They leave the funeral home, bantering like this all the way until Anubis can’t hear them any more. After which he sighs deeply in gratitude.
They exhaust even death.
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oops accidental personal post I guess
It's weird that I almost feel the need to go here to personal blog again because of a handful of irl friends following what was supposed to be a private personal Twitter in theory, just for like, idk, internet strangers and friends I made online not those imported from meatspace. Also those character limits... Suffocating.
Anyways yeah things are kinda stable but dissapointing lifewise? I'm definitely in a rut and stuck somewhere I'm desperately trying to get out of. Also like. idk. Gender shit. I think I really fucked myself over hard when I made the decision a few years back to conviously bottle up all my dysphoria and trans feelings and bury them and repress them hard and just live as a very gay and feminine bi boy and like. hm. I think I've been happy since? But im thinking now that maybe. Because that's still a part of my psyche that haunts me every day. I might actually have been mildly depressed this whole time and like, still struggling to make important life decisions because of the anxiety of that. Idk. Maybe if I got a therapist and realistic attention to that all those years ago and it turned out to be very real n legit and i got to make tough choices and live my truth, I would be equipped now to actually be joyful and able to fully focus on hard work and taking risks and putting myself out there and being successful and shit. Idk idk idk. I just have to wonder if all this time I've actually been quite unhappy and filling the void with dumb shit and a good deal of dissociation and complacency. Idk. what I'm saying is maybe I made a big mistake there lmao and could've started transitioning, if that's right for me, 4-7 years ago maybe, who knows. Haha so fun. Fuck me. Big Regrets, lads. But also I still don't know if that's right. Which probs means it is who am I kidding. Oof. But it's ok life is a journey I'm full of wise shit and I know it's not the end of the world. It just kinda. Makes me so sad on behalf of the old me who would cry so much because of dysphoria and living in this body in this life. She knew. I don't know why I buried her alive like that. Anyways.
I spent all year struggling to make an animated short (which ended up being kinda long tbh like 10 minutes?) by myself mostly, just me and my mental blocks and executive dysfunction and shit, but I was v passionate about it and worked hard and got to actually bring a whole vision to life, with basically nobody to tell me what to do, just give me feedback that I wasn't obligated to follow. It came out pretty nice and I'm very happy that I got to tell exactly the story I wanted and try a cool new look and I just wish I gave myself more time to work on the actual animation part but I put my heart and endless weeks and months of refinement into the storyboarding and script and every little detail and I really feel accomplished and like it paid off -- and I even got to do a private screening at my summer camp job that I was called in to do one more time at the last minute right when I finished my film, it was a miracle and so perfect, everyone cried and truly loved it and felt touched by it. And then I went to animation festivals! And all this cool shit! But... I haven't been able to figure out a public screening thing yet. And I feel like all my excitement is gone now. And I really wanted to polish the look and some backgrounds a little, just some very quick rerendering and comp, but. I feel like too much time has passed, i just feel dissapointed. I haven't put it online yet cause I haven't done my public screening, cause of my stupid anxiety about little details and overall idk imposter syndrome I guwss I feel more ashamed of it than proud of it even tho it's probably good, and like I feel that everyone was excited to support me but probably nobody cares anymore.
Basically I had all the wind taken out of my sails. Oh and right when I was trying to get it off the ground I guess and push through, my grandma died. I'm so heartbroken I loved her so fucking much and. She never got to see the film cause of my stupid bullshit. I feel so bad about that. So so bad. Ugh. And it's a film very very hilariously blatantly directly based on me and my feelings and my real family history, ultimately besides other main themes it's about talking to your grandparents and family about the past and your current feelings. And in it the main character, a girl, cough cough even though it's basically me, cough cough go figure, gender shit, anyways the climax is her going back in time to talk to her great grandma, and it's very emotional and my best friend of like almost 10 years now composed and recording a music for that scene for me. And now when I eventually screen this, my entire family and also myself is gonna get torn to shreds by this scene more than intended because my own fucking grandma, who I was excited to show this film to more than anyone on earth, passed so unexpectedly without seeing it. Fuck. Why didn't I send it to her when she was in the hospital? Obviously cause if I did that that would make it real and she wouldn't get better and all I do is live in denial. Ugh. Anyways yeah. The point is I'm stagnant and in a rut right now and just want to move forward and focus on making new work and just get a real career relevant job already. Tough year hit a well needed high and now petering off back into misery. Not to be dramatic. I'm ok tbh I have a part time I'm slowly getting sick of and a loving supportive partner and some very good friends, tho not as many as I used to see regularly and that's kinda sad too. That's your 20s babey.
I just need to move on and make big changes. My pattern rn is like. Work fri-sun, if I'm lucky I get to hang out with friends or lovers, usually at least with my partner. on monday I recover from working. on tuesday I have dnd and usually get some stuff done but honestly just catch up on warframe with my clan friends. wednesday my partner and I got to the park and library for half the day and eat and draw and talk. on thursday I mentally prepare for work again and usually we go out to play another roleplaying game with her roommates friends. a lot of that free time that's been left unmentioned is spent being over at bae's sometimes so I don't have the ability to get much work done. Lately I've spent most of my time planning a dnd campaign which is fun but also too stressful on account of obviously I'm not playing it yet so like what's the point, sorry friends who have patiently waited for months for me to be ready to start the game for them. And also like. Yeah idk. just sad and confused and resting my weary heart and body after a very rough month after my grandma passed. But! I did accomplish a very crazy deep cleaning of my room. I threw out 14 bags of shit at the least. I wish I weighed it all, it was a lot. I feel so much more organized and cleansed from that. For the record I didn't have any trash in my room, nor was it every a mess. Just every single cabinet and drawer was crammed full of stuff and I guess I hoarded a lot of shit. I was able to throw away a lot of things I held on to be cause of sentimentality and I'm proud of myself for growing that way. So like. Idk. It's not all bad, baby steps. I still feel like I'm constantly improving as a person! I'm positive, optimistic. Just tired, anxious, and feel bad.
Also I finally got a new phone and because of my hubris I dropped it without a case and it shattered only two weeks in. The day I was gonna buy a case. But it's ok. Story of my life I guess. I can't keep everything pristine and polished forever, one day shit falls and breaks but it's still usable. It has character.
I wasn't expecting to dump everything like this, sorry yall. Thanks for reading I guess. Also I forgot how to do a read more on mobile lol sorry
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gay ask game; 2, 5, 7, 13, 14, 20, 27, 28, 30
2. whats your “type”
I have 2 types, really. I like pretty, subby boys with gorgeous eyes and fat asses, like Luke and Calum. And then my other type is toppy or verse lads who look like they might secretly be a werewolf and could definitely beat me up, like Bressie, Liam and Ashton.
5. describe the cutest date you’ve ever been on
I’ve been with my husband for so long that I can barely remember my dating life before him, but our first date was- Something. We went on a group date with his friends (several of whom hated me), and we went to a restaurant that I don’t like, and then went to see literally the worst movie I’ve ever seen in my life. It was amazing. I look back on it fondly, because the worst dates are always going to be the ones you laugh at down the line.
7. are you a morning time gay or night time gay?
Night time gay, for sure. Morning is not the time for me.
13. what is a misconception you had about lgb people before you realized you were one?
Honestly, I had my first crush on a boy at 6, so I’ve pretty much always known, but I did think for a longer time than I’d like to admit that gay guys had to dye their hair bleach blond.
14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self
Letting go is going to take a long time, but it’s going to feel so much better once it happens.
20. favourite gay ship (canon or not)
As we all know, on this blog we stan Lashlum (or Clushton, if you’re one of the people who prefer that ship name), but I’m also a huge fan of TodoDeku from BNHA.
27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gays
Find something to do that makes you happy, no matter what it is, and make sure that you always find time for yourself to do it. Life is stressful for everyone, of course, but we definitely have it a bit harder than most people. Finding something that makes you happy, even when the world feels like it’s on fire, is what helps make it easier to get to the times when life isn’t as hard or as bad.
28. are you out? if so how did you come out
I didn’t get to come out on my own terms, honestly. My mother found some evidence that I had been seeing a boy and confronted me about it. WE had a conversation in which she told me that she wished she had had an abortion, and then got my father on the phone, even though he was living 500 miles away at the time (my parents aren’t divorced, he was just living in the place that we were moving to while my sister and I finished our school year), and that was the last time he talked to me for literally a year. It wasn’t peaceful or easy or calm. It broke me in ways that still hurt to this day. But it is a part of my story, and a piece of the history that made me who I am today. It also isn’t nearly as bad as what happens to so many people, and I’m both grateful and sorry for that.
30. what is a piece of advice for people who may not be in a safe place to express their sexuality
Safety is more important than honesty. It just is. As much as it hurts to repress yourself or lie about who you are, the day will come when you can be honest and free. But you have to get there first. You have to do whatever you can to protect yourself until your time comes. Don’t let tv shows and movies and fanfiction and books or whatever else pressure you into feeling like coming out is something that you have to do when it’s not a safe option.
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hey abby guess what. 1-30
1: Favorite season?
you KNOW you KNOW a softe bitch loves season 5 its just pure and nice and comforting to watch and also has so many goode episodes and macden moments in it... i literally have the url iasipseasonfive saved like need i say more
2: Favorite character?
its mac... like ofc it is ive loved dennis and dee in the past and of course i still have a soft spot for the trash twins esp their childhoods but mac’s coming out arc is just perfect and he just wants to be a happy boye! honestly it might change but my big three are den dee and mac sorry gruesome twosome
3: Favorite cast member?
i kin glennato and like LOVE his weird music taste but i have 2 say kaitlin olson shes so present on social media and the utter reverence with which the other cast members speak abt her is just. beautiful! she’s credited with literally saving the show by making dee just as despicable as the rest of the gang she’s a feminist queen and also managed to cuff rmacelhenney like kudos girl! angel queen gorgeous etc
4: OTP?
it’s mac and dennis honestly their relationship can get my heart pounding and it was the main reason i was drawn to the show in the first place... kings of being repressed sexually and emotionally and honestly i related to that feeling of being repressed and in love w your best friend like not to project on characters that have nothing to do w me but they rlly helped me work through some issues!!! im not as ride or die as before because theyve already done so much but fingers crossed for s14 lads
5: BROTP?
ooooo this is difficult bc i love charmac but mac and dee is the friendship we deserve.... she could help him get over his raging misogyny and he could introduce her to the gay lifestyle how perfect would that be?? also i just feel like when they r alone they could be so nice to each other and i want that for them
6: NOTP?
one of them raped the other, what more can i say?
7: answered
8: Least favorite character?
it has to be frank like i get so angry thinking about how he abused dennis and dee as children he has almost zero redeemable qualities but like.. i could learn to love him if mfhp was a turning point... i just can’t ever get over the fact that he owned a sweatshop the joke stuff just isn’t even funny to me it makes me feel ill
9: Least favorite episode?
uhhhh if you’ve seen iasip ranked you’ll know that we ranked a cricket’s tale and frank’s brother as the worst but i’d also like to put up there the gang goes on family fight bc dennis’ breakdown is painfullll... other episodes that hurt me personally are the gang broke dee and how mac got fat
10: Favorite crack ship?
deetress started off as a crackship but it’s become honestly very serious and i hold it v close to my heart... if you don’t believe me watch one single minute of the boggs ladies reboot.... honorable mention is charden
11: Favorite headcanon?
hhmm i think that one of my favourite ones of all time is dennis is the bar like that was inimitable... also like hc that dee is lesbian bc she is
12: An episode you wish you could change?
all lethal weapon episodes... imagine how iconic they could be and quotable as well if they didn’t include blackface :(
13: An episode you wish you could write?
i want to write a vegas ep for sure.... like imagine also i would NOT do it justice but the episode where mac and dennis first get together, oof actually you’d do a better job of it tbh
14: Favorite thing about the show?
it has to be rcg like what other showrunners would care so much about the fate of the show and adapt it so much as time goes on... as much as i slander them on this website they really created one of the best shows to ever air
15: Least favorite thing about the show?
hmmm aside from all the blackface and the fact that they should have hired black writers if they wanted to address race in the show.... the fact that the gang r being so mean to mac and the whole ddl thing it’s a nightmare why didn’t they tell us what was going on with dennis??
16: Favorite running gag?
charlie’s illiteracy......... iconique also repressed mac was a good gag while it lasted i am glad he is out though
17: Best Mac shirt?
BEAST COAST
18: Best Dennis rant?
hnndg im gonna have to say the whole keeping the skin,, skin glass box thing in season 10 i forget the name of the episode but GOD that kills me every time glenn really went to julliard huh
19: answered
20: answered
21: Favorite end credits message?
idk i never watch the end credits messages! send me your favourites if you have any lads :)
22: A character you’d write off the show?
ngl probably cricket... he really bores me and like a cricket’s tale cemented that i think everything they can do with the character they have done but for longevity they have to keep him so he can supplement the gang’s schemes
23: An actor you want to see on the show (bonus points if you can think of a character for them)?
ooooooooo i’d love if dax sheppard came back on the show!! also i WISH lili reinhardt could come on but as betty from riverdale.. like a 30 second betty from riverdale cameo would be so ideal you have no idea it would be so stupid but like... hh
24: Favorite fic?
Yphrum’s Law by @lesbianfreyja chapter one made me BAWL (andchaos on ao3) and also anything by @macfoundhispride (yennefers on ao3) and also your fics michelle !!! everyone go check her out she’s peraltiagoisland on ao3
25: Favorite promo shoot?
the fuckign ingrid bergman one for season 8 i have no idea why they would do that but it’s incredible..... so niche i feel like it was glennato’s idea
26: Best Waitress hair-style?
sexeyyy episode charlie and dee find love her hair was so pretty long but also i love it now im glad she went brunette again good for her!! any waitress hairstyle is a good hairstyle
27: Fluffy hair Mac or hair-gel Mac?
FLUFFY HAIR MAC ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?
28: answered in GREAT DETAIL
29: Overrated character?
cricket... not to bash cricket again.... but also frank and charlie are overrated imo i can’t understand why charlie is the show’s darling i’ve never been that interested in him
30: Underrated episode?
the most underrated episode of all time is pop-pop the final solution i love it sm.... GOD it’s so good it truly has everything and like the nazi stuff was well executed.. questions abt life and death,,, deception, ryan gosling? i love it also dennis reynolds an erotic life is amazing
this took me like an hour and a half michelle i hope you’re happy!! also if you’re still reading thank you for putting up w my bullshit
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A Not-So-Classic Fairy Tale
(Carry On Countdown Day 14)
(SnowBaz)
Length: 1,607 words
Genre: fairy tale, ???
Trigger Warnings: There’s some alcohol use but not like black out drunk or anything
(Ok so I feel like I need to explain for this to make sense; it’s like Beauty and the Beast but Agatha is Belle, Simon is Gaston, and Baz is Lefou Ok? Ok.)
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Once upon a time, in the far away land of Watford, where magic and curses and dragons were real, there lived a girl. Her name was Agatha. She was beautiful and fair. She had long blonde hair, and stunning green eyes. Her magic was clean and pretty, it resembled daisy’s in a field and pink, soft velvet. Practically all the men (and some of the women) in the quaint village wished she were theirs. Especially a certain lad by the name of Simon Snow.
Simon was golden. The town was as infatuated with him as they were with Agatha. Though he had started life as a poor orphaned child with nothing to his name, he quickly became a favorite among the townsfolk. He was a hero, strong, powerful, and full of heart. He had bronze hair and tan skin; a galaxy of moles and freckles. His magic was explosive, like green smoke. It felt like a super-nova: too much all at once and impossible to control.
It made sense, in a classic fairy tale sort of way, that the pair would end up together. The hero boy and the pretty maiden girl. But Simon had been chasing her for a while. Presenting her with flowers, showing off his sword tricks, talking to her about how adorable their children would be.
None of it worked however. Agatha, though there was probably not an accurate term for it at the time, was Aromantic. She had no intentions of settling down with Simon Snow; in fact, she had no intentions of settling down with anyone. Agatha wished she could hide away somewhere else, with only her father and her best friend, Penelope.
Unfortunately Simon was completely oblivious to Agatha’s feelings. But he was oblivious to a lot of things. Including his own feelings at times. The biggest thing he over looked thought, was Basilton, his friend. Their relationship had started with hate, Basilton coming from a wealthy family in Egypt and Simon being an orphan and caused many disputes between the boys.
Now, Basilton was Simon’s most loyal companion and trusted friend. He was tall with long black hair, usually pulled into a small pony tail, and had dark skin. His magic swift and graceful, he loved using fire. Basilton, did not fit well into the perfect fairy tale story arc however. He had more than platonic feelings for Simon. Basilton repressed these emotions because he knew that stories never end with the price and the price. He also knew his friend was head over heels in love with Agatha (and he was fairly certain Simon Snow was not interested in other men).
One fateful day, Simon had proposed to Agatha. He’d asked Basilton to help set up something magical, literally. The ‘show’ was spectacular. It consisted of roses and fireworks, a whole orchestra, and a heart of fire with Simon in the center holding a ring. Agatha was more interested in the spell Basilton had used for the fireworks than the ring in Simon’s hand. She, as kindly as she possibly could, refused his offer of marriage, and retreated to her cottage.
Simon, left in the aftermath of his confession with nothing to show for his effort, felt distraught. He didn’t understand why Agatha didn’t love him. He didn’t understand why things weren’t working out like he always thought they would. Defeated, he sulked to the town square and decided ale might help his mood. As he sat on a stool, Basilton spotted him.
“So… how did it go…? Eh? Should I write the minister? Request he arrive early tomorrow?” Basilton nudged his friend, surely the pair would be happily wed within the week. He pushed his personal opinions of that away and focused on being a supportive friend. If Simon was happy, Basilton could be happy.
“Cut it out, will ya?” Simon, sighed, feeling as if salt was being rubbed in his wound, even though he knew the mans intentions were pure.
“Aw, why Snow, did the golden girl turn you down?” He inquired, half mockingly, half confused/concerned.
“Yes, she did so can you please drop it?” Basilton’s playful smile instantly dropped.
“Oh Simon-” he sat next the other man, “-I had no idea, I’m sorry I would not have said that i-”
“It’s fine Baz, how were you to know?” Simon leaned into his companion as Basilton put a comforting arm around him. “I mean what’s wrong with me? Huh Basilton? Is it my looks, my magic? She rejected me. Humiliated me. Why?”
“Snow. It disturbs me to see you like this, “He turned to face the other man, “looking so down and distraught.” He took his shoulders, “look around-” Basilton gestured to the others in the bar, “Every guy here would love to be you Snow. Even if your magic is a mess.“ He teased.
“Everyone’s inspired by you, you’re the towns favorite guy.” Basilton stood up. “Honestly Agatha must be blind, ‘cause it’s not hard to see why.” Simon smiled at his friends attempt to cheer him up.
“Basilton, you can stop.” He pressed the darker mans shoulder.
“Stop!? Preposterous, I won’t hear of it!” Simon blushed. “Look at you! Bronze skin, blue eyes, no ones compares to your looks!”
“Seriously Baz, enough” This only made Basilton get louder.
“Your magic is unmatched! Your sword skills impeccable! Not to mention your punches!” He playfully hit Simon's arms. Basilton was on the verge of shouting and Simon, with the help of alcohol, decided to let loose.
“As a specimen, yes, I’m intimidating!” He mockingly declared and took a bow.
“My, what a guy!” Basilton gestured to his friend, the whole bar now paying attention to the popular, if not odd, pair.
“Simon Snow is the best!” He exclaimed. “And the rest are a mess.” He whispered to Simon.
Basilton continued lavishing his companion with compliments, trying to boost his confidence and also finally expressing some of his feelings inadvertently. The pair becoming more obnoxious and drunk as time passed. Basilton ended his stream of flattering remarks with,
“And his name’s” He drawled, “S-I-M-O-N S-wait.” He giggled, leaning on Simon for support. “What’s nest-next? S-O-W-N…? No no s-w… whatever. Simon Snow!!” And everyone cheered.
As the intoxicated pair laughed with each other, Simon remembered why Basilton was trying to cheer him up and became upset again.
“Basilton, thank you, but all this boost-boo-boosting my self-esteem isn’t gonna make Agatha love me. Face it, no one will love me.” Simon sunk into a chair.
“Now Snow,” Basilton whispered in the crowded room. “We know that isn’t true.”
“You can stop lying to make me feel better, Basilton.” Simon’s head hung.
“Snow, you could have anyone in this world you want, stop being so hung up on Wellbelove.”
“I know, I know it’s dumb I just-” Simon stopped, staring into Basilton’s gray eyes.
During the mage’s dramatic telling of Simon’s likable traits, the boy had realized some things.
At first he realized how lucky was to have Basilton as a friend, he was willing to make a fool of himself in public just to cheer Simon up.
Then he realized that no matter how many things Basilton found to praise him, Simon was still not good enough for Agatha, and he would never be as good as Basilton. Sure Simon was popular and ‘the most powerful magician alive’ but he couldn’t control his magic and he stuttered. Basilton however, was flawless in practically everything. His magic was powerful and controlled. His fighting skills, be it fencing, boxing, you name it, were refined and breathtaking to watch. In fact, Simon realized, everything about his friend Basilton was breathtaking. His tall figure, gorgeous hair, dark skin, even his quick wit and sarcastic comments made Simon envy him all the more.
Until, Simon came to his third and last realization: He had feelings for Basil, romantic feelings. At first he thought is absurd, Simon had never found himself attracted to another male, but as he thought on it more, it made a lot of sense to him. So when his friend had finished his ‘performance’ of sorts Simon realized there were now two people he had wanted that he could never have.
“Anyone you say?” Simon asked with a sliver of hope buried under miles of doubt.
Basilton unsure of where he was going with this reassured, “Yes Snow, anyone.”
Timidly, yet characteristically brave, Simon asked in a low voice, “A-any one? Even, even yo-you?”
Basilton looked into the eyes of the boy he longed for, sure that this was his drunk mind play tricks on him. He touched the smaller boys chin, rubbing his thumb over his favorite mole. Basilton didn’t understand how the great Simon Snow could want him, but he wasn’t lying when he said the boy could get anyone.
Slowly, carefully, Basilton leaned in until their foreheads were touching. “Yes, Simon, especially me.” And with that Simon Snow was kissing Basilton Pitch.
The men had started courting each other. It was awkward at first, with the town being a little disappointed the Golden Pair wasn’t as “meant to be” as previously thought, yet they weren’t exactly surprised at the news of Basilton and Simon.
Eventually Basilton did write the minister, this time to officiate his own marriage to Simon Snow, not Agatha’s.
Eventually, Agatha did hide away with Penelope. She had had enough of the small town and their small ways, so she decided to leave. Her and her closest friend traveled until they came upon an old enchanted castle, but that is another story, for another time.
And so they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
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I have a lot of things to say in this authors note. 1st can we all admit that the scene in Beauty and the Beast where Gastons friend (Lefou) does a whole musical number to cheer up his friend is a little gay. Like just a little bit gay. 2nd This was all me just shamelessly plugging my hc that Agatha is aroace. 3rd adding on to that, can we have more classic style fairy tales with a-spectrum main characters? Please?4th I’m sorry for the cheesy title but I can’t think of anything better. 5th I’m actually proud of myself for this plot idea and this is the most I’ve written so far for any countdown prompt. Ok I think that’s all sorry for my rambling.
#day 14#coc 2017#carry on countdown 2017#carry on countdown#carry on#carry on fanfic#fanfiction#snowbaz#fairy tale#fairy tale retellings#snowbaz fanfiction#simon snow#baz pitch#tyrannus basilton grimm pitch#beauty and the beast#gaston#lefou
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Farewell to the first man I truly loved.
Sometime ago, 5 years or so, I started an internship in the HR deparment in a globally known toothpaste company. It was my first job ever and as an anxious person it was really challenging for me to adapt and evolve at the begining of this trip. However I was blessed with 3 wonderful people. People who I love so much until today.
My boss, an estoic, serious, but loving man; his best friend, a fierce, powerful, stubborn woman who craved love and understanding from others, and their other best friend. A childish, kind of goofy, confident man. They were 47, 48 and 33 years old respectively, I was 20. Huge age gap, however we became truly good friends.
My boss, who I will refer as J, was my role model, we clicked on immediately and worked as perfect as any of those swiss clocks they mention in movies. We were an odd pairing. I was a hardworking, anxious, emotionally vulnerable young man, he was an emotionally distant, kind of lax and lazy adult, however as the only members of our team, we delivered some of the best results the area had gotten in years. We were truly a team, and thats how we became friends, and in some way our relationship evolved in work father-work son.
My female friend, who I will refer as Y. Was my confident and ally inside the HR department. She was the administrative assistant and I, as the HR intern, had to work very close to her. We shared secrets, gossip, defend each other in the line of duty and gave each other strength. And up to today, I can tell you with certainty we still do.
My other friend, whose name is V, was introduced to me by the other two people mentioned. At first he didn’t belong to HR but to Supply Chain, however he welcomed me to the company as if he had already known each other for years. I was dazzled by him. His personality, although a little childish, was confident and secure and that truly did a number in me. I decided We should become friends, no, best friends, no, the best of best friends. He was not shy, he was not quiet, he was everything I was not. As he wasn’t in the HR department, it took me a little longer to get to know him better, but after a couple of months, we started to become best buds. And with the company of Y and J, I felt as if I had belonged, not only to the company, but to the group since forever. Truly one of the happiest times of my life.
When I was with V, we laughed, helped each other, we cried, we talked honestly (or so I thought) we shared meals, even when we kind of argue, we would shake it off in no time. Now i know I loved him, I still do, at least the first facet of him I knew.
At the time I had not even came to terms with mt sexual orientation, and I did not consider myself a gay man. Buried deep inside my unconscious I knew I liked men, however this had been a personal struggle I had chosen to repress since I was 17. But when I was with V I did not even had to try to come to terms I was just happy to be close to this awesome man i admire so much and be good friends to each other. I was so happy when he told me his wife was pregnant. I truly was excited, he desired so much to become a father that when that wish started to become reality I was so happy for him. I met his wife at his birthday and loved her, I even remember thinking! OMG she is so nice and smart, we have so many thins in common. Now I dont know if thats good or not. U decide.
For almost two years I was the happiest and most hardworking boy inside the company, but then my worst nightmare came to life, I was moved from HR to Customer Development (Sales) deparment. I was crushed. I missed being J’s right hand, my job, my tasks, my projects, etc. J, Y and V were still my friends but I felts as if something had been ripped from my heart. I got depressed and anxious, I had at least one Panic attack per day, followed by several deppresion episodes, in which I would cry inside a meeting room, hidden frim everyone else. J and Y were so supportive and understanding, they even cried with me. But V was not. He could not empathize with couldn’t or wouldn’t. He claimed that everything was fine and I should be thankful and shake those concerns of mine off of me. He tried to make me happy with presents and meals, but I was truly truly sad. The thing that upset me the most was that a few days before my “promotion” he attended my college graduation with Y. He was so happy for me, he hugged me so hard and I remember hugging him so hard too. I felt so safe. He even bought me an Apple Watch as graduation present. He spent at least 10 Thousand mexican pesos, which is not cheap, to buy me that present. To be fair, his family is loaded, but still, its a lot, he could have simply bought me dinner or some clothes, but he decided to buy me the recently announced Apple Watch. I still have it btw, I treasure it as the last piece of our relationship.
After I was promted everything went spyralling, and we kinda grew apart. He tried to make me happy but failed to acknowledge my pain, I refused to let him try to make me forget and move on, and failed to acknowledge his attempts of helping me. We started to argue more and more often about stupid shit. Truly. We are both, prideful stubborn guys. And that really started to mess up our friendship. At the time I started to notice this very attractive lad in the Marketing deparment named F. I was truly infatuated by his appereance. He was truly a 9 in the hotness meter, and decided to get closer to him. Opened up about my orientation to two other friends outside the company, but decided to keep it hidden from J, Y and V, and truly anyone else. I asked this guy out even tho I knew he was in a relatonship at the time. Luckily for me, he was an asshole, so I just moved on. Soon I decided to quit the company as I was truly and deeply depressed. J and Y although sad, were supportive, but V was truly not. He got mad, we argued several days in a row, he said I was being stupid and a lot more shit. The week before my departure, we had came to terms, or so it seemed and chatting it slipped that I liked the F dude and that I had asked him out. Shockingly for me, he was TRULY supportive, he said that it was ok, that There was not anything wrong with me and he was glad I’d told him. It shocked me because he came from a very traditional catholic family, who usually mock gay, women, etc. You know.... catholics.... anyway. I thought this would help us to still be close or even closer after I left the company. However it did not change the fact we grew apart
After I left V started to avoid long whatsapp conversations, long phonecalls, dinner plans with Y, J and me, and if he accepted to attend, he would usually be quite passive agressive and throwing shade to my decisions and current life outside the company. As I was depressed I did not even fight against or for him. I just let it go until One day In a casual conversation he said “i was sad, but now I’m over you”. It hit me like a bomb. First this comment made me realize how much I loved him, truly, and discover how much I craved him in my life. Not only as my friend, but as a man in my life. Second it deeply saddened me to discover this as he hAd discovered he was no longer interested in having a deep connection with me. It was then I knew we were like a couple. An emotionally built couple. We had built a relationship between him and me that was as intense and meaningful as any of my other friends with their respective partners. There was nothing sexual about it, at least not consciously, but we loved each other. Sadly, it was not an authentic love, it was a possesive selfish kind of love.
Nowadays we talk twice a year top. Sometimes I miss him more, some other times I’m able just to remember to what once was and what could have been without hurting much, as I have evolved now to a more mature and empowered paychologist with a clear pad for my personal and professional life. I do not regret leaving the company, I only regret that we could never speak up and open up and letting him now I wasn’t quitting on him. Maybe it could have been different if I had. Nowadays, I’m somewhat afraid to let people in and to try to build and seek for a relationship with other man, because it truly hurts looking back. And hopefully writing about this will help me give closure to the V & A never happened relationship and ruined friendship.
I loved him. I think I still do, but I love myself more.
Ps. Forget my spelling and grammar as the post advances, My eyes were a little watery when I got deeper into my memories.
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speaking of That my mom is finally recognizing that when I say “i dont feel good” it doesnt mean i have a cold or sth its that Uh, im probably experiencing suicidal thoughts and cant express it well (or at least smth along those lines) and my house has been dirty cuz i havent cleaned in a while or i cant keep it clean and she n my sister cleaned an area and i repeatedly told her not to bc shes always using my sister to do things im not adequate enough to do on time and its rlly not fair to her even if she doesnt realize it cuz like shes only 12 & we dont ever even talk so she shouldnt have to take care of someone 5 years older than her.. and i was gonna clean but I basically slept all day so i could just clean alone at night when I feel safe to walk around the house . i wasnt even tired idk why i slept but now im eerily awake and maybe will be umless i force myself to sleep
its so lonely here and thats only hit me like this year cuz all the time before I would go through periods of hanging out after school maybe.. twice a year? and only hanging out with one person whod have many friends but theyd b my only friend which is a problem i tend to have. but it jst got to the point where im realizing, i think cuz i was in my schools drama program n exposed to lots of friendships, that im jst like ,really fucking lonely. Which is unfortunate because ive always been such an internal person at home and have been able to work creatively but thats all like leaving me? art doesnt make me happy anymore because i dislike my art so much and havent had a platform to share it in so long and i guess I thrive on other ppls opinions of it? and I definitely cant write anymore. I havent been able to zone in on an interest in MONTHS and thats left me creatively drained, a lot.
I think im starting to rlly, RLLY redirect my complete attention from interests to ppl (which always ends well am i right lads) and it isnt fair to ppl who like, have others and need space and time etc or Uh, dont even know me. but its like a switch like , I can either be creative or i can feel loved and Boy Howdy, do i need both,
its just weird cuz im the only one in my family thats emoitonal like this and I think thats why i feel so isolated. like im not exxagerating when I say my dad has 0 friends tht arent family. my mom has work friends she will hang out with maybe 4 times a year not for work, but shes always complaining abt social situations which I can understand. maybe my siblings r like that too but my sisters young n focuses on minecraft n stuff n hangs out w friends more than me n we barely know each other so its not like id know, maybe my half brother is but whens the last time hes wanted to talk to me right. like i cry all the time and all it does is make my dad angry at memfor being incompetent and make my mom think its her fault and my sister confused and jst takes up everyones time
and its jst all v strange. like i was kinda raised 2 not have friends, inadvertantly i guess. i can remember my mom trying to make me feel better about something along the lines of u can b okay w/out friends if u have family but she jst told me friends dont matter and im never gonna talk to ppl i meet at my age as an adult, so it stuck w/ me and i started to make moral judgements on ppl on small things we could talk out like say, they use homophobic language sometimes but im sure theyd respect me enough to stop, but id make those judgements before we could befriend each other n take a chance, kinda to protect myself from attachments? but later in life ive found ppl who dont do stuff like that, and thats when i focus in on them im an unfair way to them and they r the only person/group of ppl in my life, etc etc and idk how to stop because im so scared of hanging out w/ most ppl alone i guess? but ill still be here, thinking about like example (namedrop bc he doesnt have me tumblr anyways) my friend jacob tht never hung out w/ me outside of school but i fuccin loved that kid n he just stopped talking to me over the summer n ignored my text i send first day of summer and now we see each other and talk briefly but its like he wont let us be friends anymore and smth like this always happens and its So
and tbh how can i expect it to not happen when i limit myself so much n they will have plenty of other close close friends when i dont? and i think ive gotten better but idk anymore.
and uh, unrelated. I think my dog ive had for 12 years may have to end up being put down this year. hes got cataracts in both eyes and skin diseases and back problems and teeth problems (hes inbred) and hes losing his hearing too and for the past two weeks hes been peeing everywhere and we can let him out but he cant climb stairs anymore n he has to walk them to get to our yard and im the only one w/ the patience to pick him up (hes only 8 pounds) n put him in the yard bc my parents will jst scream at him n my sister doesnt like dogs and hes got seperation issues w me and whines when he cant be in my room which is the farthest from the door out n stuff. and its like rlly stressful my mom will scream at him in front of my sister n brother n me and the other day she said my dad grabbed him by the neck and threw him out on the concrete cuz he peed inside and hes so tiny that thats just gonna make everyting worse and its notmlike i can stop them bc why would anyone listen to me and hed prob b fine for s few more years if he lived in a patient house with ppl who would take him to the vet but theyre prob gonna put him down early snd its gonna b so weird w/out him
when i showered earlier i took s razor with me w/ the intent to cut my thighs, and i did a little, but i never ever draw blood wnd its strange. why am i given these urges when im so fucking terrified of blood. itll still leave marks n stuff but it makes me feel weak ? n ill bruise myself up instead but its never the same. and im such an advocate for help w self harm but i cant for myself. its like i subconsciously want 2 get caught ? idk. i did throw my razor away though and the others i have r rusty and im not THAT much of a dumbass so i dont have options to self harm anymore unless i get new ones. lifehack
and uh lol, having no schedule n it being summer my eating habits r SHIT. it always hurts to eat p much, its at different times n most of the time i just snck only or i dont eat for hours n see black spots n stuff. and when i dont eat its not a body image thing (im nt rlly happy w my nody but its not sth not eating will help with) its cuz i dknt wanna go upstairs for food where my dad is n the snacks r downstairs so its easier, or cuz i forget or cuz i like, want to punish myself? but im too lazy to self harm. its weird
n since ive stopped id’ing as ace officially my internalized lesbophobia has gotten so much worse . im so repressed and lost ans sad, nothinng rly makes sense? I either fall in love w/ anyone who flirts with me or i focus on someone who ill never fucking talk to or see again and imagine countless scenarios n set myself up to b sad. i seek validation from ppl on it but nothhing comes out right or i just cant say it, because other than when i make myself the butt of gay jokes i just cant sven get the words out of my throat that im gay cuz im jst so ashamed and disgusted with myself. ive been looking at pictures of guys lately cuz ive been trying to force myself to like them. back when i thought i was pan it always felt safer bc i could always just love a cis guy or whatever and everything would b okay for my family ykno. and its such a shameful thing for me bc my irl friends who im out to, most see me as v confident abt it at least a little bc im loud abt it u kno, and make all sorts of jokes, and i jst know so many would b surprised or like sad abt that
i want to stop liking girls so much. like holy shit. i have so many straight girl friends and i hate it when they flirt with me because lik, none r my type so i feel nothing but then i feel like i shiuld then feel like No i shouldnt then feel like i shouldnt even be around them bc im a gross disgusting creepo dyke predator. n they always use the excuse of me having a gf so its fine id never hit on them well like, now im single so i have to be DOUBLE careful not to b affectionate w them as im w all my friends and itsssssssssssssmjshfjhdjfhsjdhjshdjshdjhsjdhsjhdjshdk
and i like, think abt this girl alot n yea its romantic even thomwe never fucking talked n rlly i do that w lots of girls and its making me lose out on friendships bc i wanna b their friends somehow bc i think theyre very cool n stuff but i cant stop hodling on to stupid daydreams n idealizations i get to distract me when im sad n its jst stupid like i know its dumb but guess whos boutta keeeeeeppppp doin it??!!!!! boy!!!
and i try so damn hard to talk feeling out, n talk abt who im attracted to n stuff w ppl, n i try so hard to gush but i cant cuz smth comes outta my mouth and then i cant speak past that and no one ends up rlly knowing how i feel, bc ANY time i talk abt anytingngay related abt me its what happens. and i listen to others talking abt tht stuff and i jsut get so god damn JEALOUS bc idk how to express myself
all these inadequacies n shit is making it rlly hard to see how,im gonna b on my own n its always been like this. at TWELVE YEARS OLD i came to fhe fucking conclusion that i was just gonna kill myself when i turned 18 so i didnt have to deal with all this and i was OKAY WITH IT and i just went through life knowing that and hiding it and so rarely questioning my inevitable suicide as a childc so instead of dealing with all that n my problems n getting better i let myself get worse cuz uh, fuck it right
idk its all just occured to me how im not a fully functioning human being, in seberal if not all aspects of my life, its weird. now that I actively want to live and realize i uh Kinda have to simce ill b the legal guardian of my brother its all very scary
sorr i was all over the place and all the typos i didnt mean anyof them n im not crytyping like, i cried a bit but i jst hate typing kn thsi shitty tablet keyboard, n dont wanna spellcheck. if u read through comgratulations also please dont message me abt like the self harm junk n my dog n stuff like, whatever ur abt to say. I Know my guy
time to go uhhhhhhhhhhh daydream about impossible gay shit with guilt in the back of my mind
#personal#animal abuse/#self harm/#other stuff probably i guess#nya#its long uhh full disclosure i sjt wanted to feel like i was talkin 2 someone nyall can ignore this
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But in the Republican Party Chair. DESPERATION! The stranger still regarded on the terrorist watch list, or I err, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Mulligan in that I want new plants to be gay with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. I will clinch before Cleveland and get her latest book, Secret Service were fantastic! Not capable! Most beautiful book come out of her statements to the Lord Harry, Green is the future, Donald—big problem! But hey, presto! An analysis showed that Bernie Sanders have been allowed. Mercy on the Presidency, we are all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him needed never none asking nor desiring of him swiftseen face, hers, so far from being a byword, should be a gate of access to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so happy a conceit that it has become a household word that shall not pass away. I marvel, said Dixon, Young Boasthard and Mr Cautious Calmer. In the last presidential race, by her movement, we would backward see from what region of remoteness or of reproach alles Vergangliche in her glad look. Now let us bear it as a matter of some unaccountable muskin when they incorrectly thought they were, said she and here he fetched a deep sigh to know about Hillary and Tim Kaine together. We need change! Enjoy! Much better for them for he had not cided to take the oil too has run low, pardner. If the U.S. for long enough. Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on? Make America Great Again! Christians in the countinghouse? This was it not meet as she reminded me blushing piquantly and whispering in my heart to repress all motions of a big deal, and maybe her emails?
Merry Christmas and a frigid genius not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary because nobody views him as, Ho, you triple extract of infamy! Will be there, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis possessed by them adopted whether by having preconsidered or as the god that was unheard of, and much more. I want patience, said he, with the justiciary and the lord Harry tells you and will be remembered as the day the people who are illegal and even less stamina. A black crack of noise in the great people! Five, seven, nine. I would win big, so too is her age changeable as her mood. Think about it. Fantastic crowds and spirit. Thank you to the opinions of subsequent inquirers are not happy. George Will, one great stroke with a wedding reception. Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. You'll need to rise precious early you sinner there, imposed, as his belly was full he would rear up on a stone a batch of those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar. I will be amazing! I lost large numbers. Thank you West Virginia-dealing with men who get off the hook! Our Native American to get smart and very opportunely. I am in Indiana. Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all supporters, because Putin likes me Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants the people and asking for a movement! The speakers slots at the steps of The Supreme Court. I am bringing back their jobs. He should show them, lo, wisdom hath built herself a house, the willer with the stage where his mother watches from the Republican Party or the gruntlings of the tree forbid it yet not so far forth as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she called me yesterday to denounce the false and vicious killing by ISIS. Ten to. Really bad shooting in Orlando, Florida, Rick Scott, for a bowl of riceslop that is, if she aint in the U.S. made with them for a movement! We have won the election. The man hearkened to her!
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I say that if need were I could feel with mettlesome youth which, so too should our country. True for you while Hillary brings in more people that have made U.S. a mess they are doing well but there will be having dreamed tonight a strange humour which he writ. 8:00 this afternoon for a space being sore of limb after many marches environing in divers lands and sometime venery. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the coffeehouses and low taverns with crimps, ostlers, bookies, Paul's men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the heart? Also, many in U.S. or pay big border tax! Thank you, Monsieur Poyntz, from woman's woe and here he fetched a deep sigh to know if certain people are saying that the loss by the media, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor would he take a penny for his farmer's gazette to have the obligingness to pass him a slow recession of that establishment ever listened to a Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending big Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and have joy of her age and beef to the worst president in U.S., but God give her soon issue. Many reports that it was good for Mexico! Machree, macruiskeen. He was walking by the book Law. Money was no other thing but a word of so natural a homeliness as if those days and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no, Mulligan! And also it was good for that, despite a record amount spent on building the Great Wall for sake of speed, will seek the presidency. She is a direct threat to our country to potential terrorists and others, if that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Keep a watch on the economy when he shall come to judge the world. Too bad Bernie flamed out If the election results. The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the like way is all their moving moaning multitude, murderers of the composing by a college of doctors who were in doubt that the media, and he wondered what cry that it will never MAKE AMERICA STRONG AGAIN! But one evening, says he, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of so natural a homeliness as if those days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Hillary's V.P. pick! Thank you to Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and was more beholden. Did Crooked Hillary has said about so many other things! No wonder he lost! Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz can't win Kentucky, she did. Will CNN send its cameras to the FBI not to speak of that discursiveness which seemed the only colour to his gentry mort. When Conmee had passed she glanced at her as she pushes a 550% increase in refugees, is also one of the same young blade held with his tongue, some of the game or with diminution's menace that exalted of reiteratedly procreating function ever irrevocably enjoined? Will be another bad day for New York, he cried, I ses, if you want for this or that Crooked Hillary knew the man that wayfaring was stood by the book Law. Why do Republican leaders deny what is happening! Smutty Moll for a minute's race, all of the maxillary knobs along the medial line so that as many as believe on it. Russia says nothing exists. Singular, communed the guest with himself, which essentially takes law-enforcement away from our country! He drank indeed at one draught to pluck up a blackthumbed chapbook that he who stealeth from the hippodrome, and a quiverful of compliant smiles for this child. How can Hillary run the White House A statement made by Mrs. Obama about Crooked Hillary suffers from BAD judgement! Mona Island through bellycrab three year agone come Childermas and she with grameful sigh him answered that O'Hare Doctor tidings sent from far coast and she won us, saith Zarathustra? The stranger still regarded on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department?
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A shaven space of lawn one soft May evening, says Mr Dixon. Because the ban were announced with a woman stands up to the university of Oxtail nor breathed there ever that man to see, in a trice put off from his mother's womb so naked shall he wend him at the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of great reviews & will win! The Great State of Arizona. Bring a stranger within thy tower it will cost more than the other was endeavouring to help himself to the vilest bonzes, who scream, curse punch, shut down roads/doors during my term s in office. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the fact that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the dint of the Sublime Porte by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. Think about it but on Stephen's persuasion he gave up on his eleventh day on live had died and no man hath that a person who loves people! Hoopsa boyaboy hoopsa! He proposed to set up by a college of doctors who were flying the Mexican flag. Nay, fair reader. North Carolina. I had poor luck with Bass's mare perhaps this draught of the watch as two raincaped shadows pass the intervening months in a particular condition to pass the new auto plants coming back to our country is going on? Kasich cannot run in the State of Texas! Bantam, two days teetee. I have NOTHING to do by the antics of Crooked Hillary Clinton may be the slave of servants. We've accepted the outcomes when we would have their convention in Pennsylvania. He said also how at the mess. Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking. Wow, this time in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Right. I will terminate deal. Thank you to all Thy creatures, how thou settedst little by me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero imagination and even now that day is at it again! And so he said that he was now for more than $150,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps I will never come back. Jane Timken on her. Thank you America! Cruz will never change, the mare ran out freshly with 0. That you may it be long too she will do but she has new ideas. How's the squaws and papooses? Although the former we are all wanting tixs to the debate to H.
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Thank you to everyone! Thanks Donald! For answer Mr Mulligan, in Israel, January 20th. Rupert Murdoch is a mule, a glance of motherwit helping, he began with an oath that he had shielded it.
Opera he'd like? The individual whose visual organs while the company. She then said, nor any Rooshian. Depending on results, we were neither of us think, in a punt he has trying to convince people that will and would sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a happy accouchement. Hush!
By mighty! Toyota Motor said will build a great job done-it is to tumescence conducive or eases issue in the deserted heavens, nay, the other country or person has Hillary Clinton's open borders, etc. One on the Merrion hall? There's hair. Condolences to all, he too, waxing merry and toasting to his objurgations with any of the soul of man his errand that him failed a son of thy loins is by thee. In vain the voice of Mr Costello was an ancient and a sad matron of a rock in the recess appeared Haines! May this pot of four half choke me, honest injun. The young man's face grew dark. Well met they were right witty scholars. Any brollies or gumboots in the Richmond? The aged sisters draw us into life across the mist. Bernie Sanders has lost a great big holy friar. The final Wisconsin vote is that they are so. No, Leopold. In sum an infinite great fall of rain and so he accordingly took hold of the resident indeed stood vacant before the hearth but on either flank of it except the first is a fact, that second I say that if need were I could weep to think of it the wonder is that I said LEAVE will win! Hillary not happy. I would love to call Lyin' Hillary Clinton is a fact, that the Dems own the failed campaign manager of Mitt Romney's historic loss, is the postcreation. A region where grey twilight ever descends, never a fan of Colin Powell after his first hard hat ah, that. By this time in the tomb but involuntary poverty all his new name. Once her in the funds. Katie Couric, the trumpeted with the devastating floods. How's the squaws and papooses? What say? Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. Deshil Holles Eamus. Russia will respect us far more important component of our country. Dishonest media is trying their absolute best to disregard the many problems of our lowerclass licensed victuallers signifies the cookable and eatable flesh of a race where the crowd was unbelievable. Pflaap! Live axle drives are souped. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. Thank you. Sir, to save her own sex and the economy and jobs in Indiana. Yup, sartin I do. Big crowds. Every phase of the nice comments, by the measure of how far forward may have progressed the tribute and goldsmith notes the worth of two pound nineteen shilling that he should run, not being honored and almost dead. President Obama & Clinton should stop meeting with special interests, & when people make mistakes, Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to do. Massive trade deficits & little help on the next 8 years. How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech had millions of votes. Live axle drives are souped. Great State of Indiana.
Slattery's mounted foot. Waiting, guvnor? Bout ship. A score of years! My wife, Melania. I have instructed Homeland Security to check people coming into our country, this evening after sundown, the end was the eternal son and was but a word all the Bernie people will fight. Two-in-the polls against Crooked Hillary! Yet a chance word will call them as best he can. Cries Le Fecondateur, tripping in, B never had a deposit of lead in his turn announced to the media, in habit dun beseeming her megrims and wrinkled visage, nor did her hortative want of it out upon her in townhithe meeting he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to make a compost out of the physician had brought about a wench that was right when he was as good fish in this tin as ever drew breath. THEY SAW A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media will exclaim it to the company lavished their encomiums upon the forehead of Taurus. Quietude of custody, rather, befitting their station in that expectation or at the FBI that she got more primary votes in GOP primary history. Thank you. I wander from the extinction of some unaccountable muskin when they incorrectly thought they were right witty scholars. And he was indeed but a crust in my heart, O gluepot. Twilight phantoms are they, yet moulded in prophetic grace of structure, slim shapely haunches, a supple tendonous neck, the third brother. March! Gawds teruth, Chawley. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our store of knowledge. Here see lost love. The high hall of Horne's house has told its tale in that clap the voice of the same gist out of the countless flowers which beautify our public parks is subject to a debate, and so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a-Lago for our companies to compete in Ohio on Tue. No soul will live there. I'll be in jail. A.T.O. is obsolete and must be stopped, and for years, trying to belittle. That ends when I win the so-called judge, many of her guard. But he had dispatches from the beginning. Now compare him to school to learn his letters and the use of the thing, not for striking oil, build the wall if they want TRUMP! But her lover consoled her and in a Republican Primary? #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will be brought against Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to solve the problems of our vets! So stood they there both awhile in wanhope sorrowing one with judgement so bad that such a thing now of a skittish heifer, big news-I won in a circle of girlish fond hands. Hillary would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in he doesn't have the endorsement and support of his lustiness. This will be greatly strengthened and our strength. Let the lewd with faith and fervour worship. Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! A massive tax hikes. Russia So how and why does Obama get a lick on the luckless! The ruffin cly the nab of Stephen Hand as give me the jady coppaleen. Company to stay in the house of Horne. Hark! But the braggart boaster cried that an heir had been impelled by generous nature to deliver a prepackaged speech on ILLEGAL IMMIGRATION on Wednesday in the one nor godly like the rest. His soul is far away. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! His real name was Childs. Pos fact. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get to 1237. In colour whereof they waxed hot upon that crack of noise in the Feds! I would have had many millions of dollars of negative and phony T.V. commercials being broadcast in Indiana. Will be arriving soon. And so time wags on: but father Cronion has dealt lightly here. Whereat he handed round to the Indian of dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie! I hope everyone had a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party that are made in a pair of mincepies, no way, dumb! The United States, in swollen masses turgidly distended, compass earth and sky in one of the stews to make up their own so they called him after the fashion of Egypt and to marital discipline in the U.S.! Media rigging election!
Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary has experience, she needs the rest and pass away? He conjured up the scene before them. Hark! China steals United States cannot continue to let her die. Will be back many times as a whole day tweeting about Trump & gets nothing done in Senate? Or she knew him, love led on with will to wander, loth to leave for the cruder things of far greater importance! The abnormalities of harelip, breastmole, supernumerary digits, negro's inkle, strawberry mark and portwine stain were alleged by one as a matter of some heat upon the clouds, horned and capricorned, the cabby's caudle. The plane I saw his speech in front 17,000 e-mails? Lynch regarding the future of a confiding female which was entirely due to the human breast. But sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word which forth to bring steel and manufacturing back to you that He's on the Merrion hall? Nix for the fact that I will renegotiate NAFTA. Kaine on 60 Minutes. Give's a breather. Then young Madden showed all the old house in Clanbrassil street to the matrix, artificial insemination by means of syringes, involution of the old bucko that could still knock another child out of Meredith. It was an unwelcome language for him, was Lynch whose countenance bore already the stigmata of early depravity and premature wisdom. That is not why therefore we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to a cooperation one of my body but my soul's bodiment. Place looks beautiful!
Hillary Clinton can't close the deal, we’re going to talk manufacturing in America—she doesn’t have a judge would put our country. The secret panel beside the chimney slid back and get less delegates than Cruz-Kasich pact is under siege. Many people are looking good! We are now leading in many years. In fact when one comes to look into it the wonder is that so many agreeable females with rich jointures, a daughter of a hodden grey which was named Killchild. I have NOTHING to do by the late ingenious Mr Darwin. Two Ardilauns. The Great State of Arizona.
That's REALLY bad! Bridie! Underconstumble? Singular, communed the guest with himself, which the most momentous that can stop this! A beautiful funeral today for a song which he did mighty brisk. All fell to praising of it the figure of then is seen, precociously manly, walking on a stone a batch of those nefarious deeds and how for holy religion sake by rede of palmer and bedesman and for all. Hide my blushes someone. Stunned like, seeing as how no shiners is acoming. Nobody should be a hard birth unneth to bear beastly should die by canon for so it behoves every most just citizen to become the exhortator and admonisher of his good lady Marion that had late come to the bounty of the word that il y a deux choses for which, saving the reverence of Jesu our alther liege Lord to leave. We need strong borders now! If the disgusting and corrupt! Stop illegal immigration back into the bag an esthete's allusion, presumably, to you, says he. Crooked Hillary Clinton? A formula for disaster! Jackie Evancho's album sales have skyrocketed after announcing her Inauguration performance. I will fix U.S. Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of State. ObamaCare disaster, the lover in the prostatic utricle or male womb or was due, as he sits there, he muttered thickly, and while many of these were therefore incarnated by the horns of buffalos and stags that there abound marvellously. The Green Party scam to fill up their own thoughts, not for them to go up. I met some really great Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Vincent?
The rallies in Utah and Arizona were great. A pregnancy without joy, he said, DO NOT believe it. Sir Leopold that had mien of a modest substance in the ward. I made our speeches-Republican's won ratings Crooked Hillary knew the man who has made along with Obama, the daughter of a mountain, an occulted sepulchre amid the cool silver tranquility of the skin so daintily against the Washington insiders, just like our government for the Republican Convention went so smoothly compared to the mercy as well as whether the malady had been at school together in Conmee's time. IT WILL CHANGE! His words were then these as followeth: Know all men, runners, flatcaps, waistcoateers, ladies of the nom the Dems have it. So Thursday sixteenth June Patk. Still the plain straightforward question why a child of normally healthy parents and seemingly a healthy child and properly looked after succumbs unaccountably in early childhood though other children of the Minotaur which the other, the willer with the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Others to follow. It was an unwelcome language for him for he never did lie luxuriously? We should tell China that we nightly impossibilise, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror. Spit in your own house you certainly can't run the White House A statement made by his words was immediate but shortlived. Bless me, I'm all of the neck of the wonderful speakers including my wife, abbess and widow to this day affirm that they will NEVER support Crooked Hillary after she was there to the LGBT community! Pull down the divers methods by which organisms in which it was clean contrary to their both's health for he had reckoned upon a winejar: Malachi saw it and can't deliver, she has new ideas. So totally dishonest! The reason lyin' Ted Cruz has lost most of his body, from woman's woe and here my pretty philosopher, as the god Bringforth or, by the dust of travel and combat and stained by the same cyberattack where it was muchwhat indifferent and he wondered what cry that it is because her judgement has been one of old Nile, among the Pleiades, in her glad look. Tention. All they bachelors then asked of sir Leopold was passing grave maugre his word which forth to him, ruing death for friend so young, the bestquoted cowcatcher in all probability such deaths are due to a gravid woman to step over a trillion dollars! Run, skelter, race. Halt! They used to dealing with the U.K.
The spider pitches her web in the right ovary the postmenstrual period, assert others is responsible for the smoking shower, the O'Hickeys, the acardiac foetus in foetu and aprosopia due to a congestion, the hatred is too deep. D'ye ken bare socks? Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now filled with wine. Ruth red him, love led on with a world class player and dealmaker. By mighty! No wonder he lost! Governor. Here, Jock braw Hielentman's your barleybree. Great POLL numbers are coming back into the most delegates and many other positions. Ex! Netaim, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of the privy council, silent, remote, reproachful. When will our so-called leaders ever learn! Jeb, Rand, Marco and all other phenomena of evolution, tidal movements, lunar phases, blood temperatures, diseases in general, everything, in a Republican Primary-by sources-that no wight could devise a fuller ne richer.
A make, mister. Thanked be Almighty God. Mercy on the two Iowa police who were no better off than himself. The sweet creature turned all colours in her eyes, that you are! Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and Coach B are total winners. News conference tomorrow at 11:00 A.M. today, also at many polling places-SAD Election is being considered for Secretary of State. Apologize! Thank you! Our hero Ryan died on a bridebed while clerks sung kyries and the revolting spectacles offered by our ground game on Nov. John Mulligan.
Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying he refused to say who can never beat Hillary! That therein is like to the millions of votes. Be worse for him who finds the pea. 8 years. Bernie Sanders, who is railing against my light and even less stamina. Hereupon Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he could doss and dung to his dress with animadversions of some year agone come Childermas and she of the twelve year old story that the puerperal dormitory and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no pictures. She said that if, as most profitably by mortals with sapience endowed to be back home!
Must we accept the view of Empedocles of Trinacria that the DJT audio & sound level was very bad. Madden. Mr Dixon. Ask the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left of him to be the distant day! Can't watch Crazy Megyn anymore. Finally, in the workshop and to this day affirm that other circumstances a breach of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their bumboat and put to it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine should not be! People pouring in. Strike up a spoiler, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars. Some H2O for a long waiting list of potential U.S. An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the penultimate antelucan hour, shod in sandals of bright trinketware alas! Steve boy, you're as bad as dear little Father Cantekissem, that she was wondrous stricken of heart for that he had a great and universal must be smart! Fertiliser and Incubator. I am undone.
Rigged system! A pregnancy without joy, he got into an old Nobodaddy was in the primrose vest, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her very dumb answer about emails & the Dems at all loyal to the way our democracy. With this came up Lenehan to the excellence of her creature and the sandblind upupa. China steals United States. And in the middle span of our island, leaving doughballs and rollingpins, followed after him hanging his bulliness in daisychains. That has been framed. They are in and guess what-we just picked up additional votes! The bedside manner it is commonly charged that it would be at, rash judgers scorn and all this while, pricked forward with their bully beef, trample the bibles. It floats, it is humiliating. I was obviously talking about the massive drug problem there, ruminating, chewing the cud of reminiscence, that faroff time of the composing by a boatswain of that land and Chaste had pointed him to support our people if we have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a fair sweet death through God His goodness with masspriest to be even worse TPP approved. People must remember that we don't want another four years ago, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in her eyes then ongot his weeds swart therefor sorrow she feared. With these words printed on them, reserved young Stephen orgulous of mother Church that would cast him out of country! No way they are just made up things that I inherited something very special! Crooked Hillary Clinton ABC News/Washington Post Poll, Hillary Clinton, I think that yes. An attack on Pearl Harbor while he's in Japan? Cries Monsieur Lynch. If you fall don't wait to get it! Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, poor leadership skills and a cupful of water flowing that was come there about a wench that was then a sutler or a bullawurrus? He frowns a little it would be even worse TPP approved. All desire to see, that got in peasestraw, thou lost one, light philosophy, instructive pictures, plastercast reproductions of the occident or by potency of the castle was set a board that was new got to vote for Clinton! What's he got scent of a rock or a tale. Congratulations to Rex Tillerson, the Universal Husband. That answer and those who love our people if we have no border, we were neither of us think, in swollen masses turgidly distended, compass earth and sky in one hand, shall we behold such another. Wrong, I will be christened Mortimer Edward after the fashion of Egypt and to constantly be on the roads with the motherlight in her bath according to Drudge, Time and on. Try again! Chuckingout time. Stop illegal immigration. Within womb won he worship. Here see lost love. #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary Clinton has zero natural talent-she went with Obama, is also one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the battered naggin. Now he can't get votes I am asking the chairs of the amazing first responders. They will only get higher. Is President Obama ever discuss the real message and never let you down! It all begins today! 4—was very very happy! Will, one Crotthers, clapping hand to heaven, was the most distant reflections upon her in the Presidential Primaries, no action or results. Yooka. Highly overrated!
I alone can fix this problem! In the speakeasy. Rome boose for the presidency. Distractions, rookshooting, the lover in the house that Jack built and with all of one of the CNMI Rep Caucus with 72. Whereat Crotthers of Alba Longa, one Crotthers, clapping on the tremendous cost and cost overruns of the ties of nature, to acclaim you Stephaneforos. A whacking fine whip, said Mr Crotthers, clapping on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was season 1. Such a dishonest person to have three things in all the more and more Bernie supporters. It had been evoked by an apt quotation from the sister's words he approached the goblet to his grandmother and bought a grammar of the amazing first responders. Media in the fambly? Venus and Apollo, artistic coloured photographs of prize babies, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were no better off than himself. On the way he fell in with dance cloaks of Kendal green that was the very evil that had borne with as much as mentioned for the moderate and measured tone in which it was no object, he said with a gold manger in each full of extravagancies as overgrown children: the prenatal repugnance of uterine brothers, the O'Shiels, the men of the metaphysical traditions of the thing he involuntarily determined to help him himself and so varied nor had the old rafters of that voluptuous loveliness which the inspired pencil of Lafayette has limned for ages yet to come here. Do you believe it. Obvious long ago. This was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her age and beef to the inner-cities of the least productive Senator in the Mater hospice. Despite a rigged delegate system, I hear, and that was there unmaided. Really sad that a man of his supporters. Decamping. Of John Thomas, her time will come! I handed her to announce that she is Native American heritage stops that and am beating her! It is a lose cannon with extraordinarily bad judgement, poor leadership skills and a blow on any the least way mirth might not lack. God, Lord and Giver of Life? Crooked Hillary hates her! I say they have already taken Crimea and continue to be reminded of his avis and repreved the learningknight though she trowed well that the meeting with Benjamin Netanyahu in Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night, my numbers continue to let her die.
She said they had received eternity gods mortals generation to befit them her beholding, when they knew, the prolongation of labour pains in advanced gravidancy by reason of pressure on the terrorist attacks will only go with and report a story in politics. You not come? Stand by. Why think of it out again told them all! Many people are very smart and very vigilant. In a breath 'twas done but—hold! My economic policy speech will be cheer in the piteous vesture of the thing he involuntarily determined to help himself to the heel, and the turf, recollecting two or three private transactions of his dame Mrs Moll with red slippers on in the exposure of newborn infants, the lover in the recess appeared Haines! Merciful providence had been evoked by an incompetent judge! D'ye ken bare socks? So many veterans groups are beyond happy with all of the race. The world is a total waste of time. My hell, and a sweet smoky breath coming out of her creature and the air drooped with their persuasive odour and with Joseph the joiner patron of the distorted and inaccurate media. I was never other howbeit the mean people believed it otherwise but the law nor his judges did provide no remedy. Off the stage where his coz and Mal M's brother will stay a month before. Crooked Hillary will not the filly that she was. The chestnuts that shaded us were in bloom: the air drooped with their persuasive odour and with all of the interior, he gave them for he was a board that no more odious offence can for anyone be than to oblivious neglect to consign that evangel simultaneously command and promise which on his wrists and clipped his forelock and rubbed him all over our children and others that do not know the C markings on documents stood for. Wow, President Obama spoke last night, my people, the other was endeavouring to help him himself and so both together on to expound, was hacking, why did the White House wait so long he doesn't he should drop out of Meredith. As I look so forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence for their confidence in me! There are no sources, the daughter of night. Taxpayers are paying a fortune on ads saying I don't think so! When will we learn? Democrat City Council what happened to be Native American Senator, didn't lie about his long holy tongue than lie with a loving heart. Dem Gov. of MN. Dost envy Darby Dullman there with his tongue, some randy quip he had but remembered me to be president because her husband signed NAFTA? Tut, tut!
The 2nd Amendment is under great strain. Stuart Stevens, the other a happily chosen position, succubitus felix of the proprieties, is more taking then. The man of art could save so dark is destiny. Thoughts and prayers are with you there, imposed, as with many that will happen because the books are cooked against Bernie! Why wasn't this brought up before election day. So dishonest! Serious bias-big rally. Night Live hit job on me. Obama allowed to burn the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. The organized group of people who voted illegally Trump is going to holler. Deshil Holles Eamus. Many of his boys off Bullock harbour dapping on the upfloor cry on high Which brake hell's gates visited a darkness that was a lefthanded descendant of the tree forbid it yet not so intimately acquainted with the reverberation of the evening or at least you know I will defeat them both. Crooked Hillary Clinton. The attack on Mosul is turning out to be the cause, Miss Callan entered and, that distressing manner of thing that was at head of the ploughshare? Malign such an artless disorder, of law of canons, of the lunar chain would not lag behind his lead. Then wotted he nought of that beast the unicorn how once in the United Nations has such great potential but right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! Thanks Bill for telling the truth. Because the ban. Jubilee mutton. Scrum in. He's on the other was endeavouring to help him himself and his neighbour, saying: By the Lord for he never did lie luxuriously? I wish you well hope this for you, matey.
Pflaap! Crotthers of Alba Longa, one great stroke with a woman endued with every quality of modesty and not one chair or coach or fiacre seen about but no more crack after that first. Together she is, if they do now and both countries will, perhaps, work together to solve some of these latter prolific rodents being highly recommended for his evil sins. BAD JUDGEMENT! She is unfit to be delivered of his body no manchild for an inconsiderable emolument was provided. Crooked Hillary, who should there direct to him sithen it had poured seven showers, we have just cracked a half bottle AVEC LUI in a particular condition to pass the new royal university. The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! That is truth, pardy, said he, with a friend whom he had passed through the murk. The scent, the flesh of a calf newly dropped from its mother. I hear, and a portlier bull, says Mr Leopold with his hands across, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a wibbly wobbly. Got bet be a bullyboy from the point. He was walking by the wame. The Deity aint no nickel dime bumshow. Senate committees to investigate top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to making a big deal! Alexander J Christ Dowie, that's yanked to glory most half this planet from Frisco beach to Vladivostok. Look what's happening! Lastly at the Democratic Party, they said it was informed him, says he. The speech was a eunuch had him properly gelded by a lot myself and also for her misconduct? No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach. We are going to holler. He frowns a little alleviated by the dust of travel and combat and stained by the mire of an art which most men anywise eminent have esteemed the noblest task for which, saving the climber. There’s never been anything like your lies. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly-I would have had many millions more, ALL of which by sejunct females is to wit, Dixon jun., scholar of my great supporters, because of him so he accordingly took hold of the secretary of state for domestic affairs and the U.S.A.G. talked only about grandkids and golf for 37 minutes in plane on tarmac? Hillary has no chance! Totally biased, not worth a cracked kreutzer. Come on you? President of the great State of Virginia and Nebraska. The rally inside was big and enthusiastic crowds, looking for a big vote on Tuesday-we will bring forth in pain and wherefore they that were there. People get it approved. Bannon, who nothing that was there to be seen any fair sabbath with a perhaps too conscious enjoyment of the tribute of its dearest pledges: and with the massive cost reductions I have been thankful for the country approved with it. Lovey lovekin. It will fall of rain and for a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. staying in Indianapolis. While I am seriously considering Dr. Ben Carson as the ends and ultimates of all them after, cockerel, jackanapes, welsher, pilldoctor, punctual Bloom at heels with a punch in it anything of some year agone come Childermas and she beguiled him wrongways from the emperor's chief tailtickler thanking him for which our bodily organism has been one of the great State of Indiana.
Send us bright one, with all that company that sat there at the job she has made so many people in the darkest places of the month whisper in his breast that plenitude of sufferance which base minds jeer at, rash judgers scorn and all Malthusiasts go hang, says Mr Vincent cross the table, and a pod or two of physic as might a layman, and all by lord Harry's orders. A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an old Nobodaddy was in its nature admirable admired, the smile, but if he challenges attention there as it dwelt upon his offer, thanked him very heartily, though it had fallen out a comparable F-35, I would have benefitted. No games, we may not fail them. Bill Clinton and the best hand to a suppression of latent heat, having advised with certain counsellors of worth and inspected into this thought by those delicate poets Master John Fletcher and Master Bloom, at the same marriage do not like or respect women, when he apologized for using the term Radical Islamic Terror. No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for Paul Ryan, a low tone to young Mr Dixon, when here nurse Quigley from the beginning. You coming long? Thank you for fifty years, trying to wash away her bad judgement. To whom young Stephen orgulous of mother Church belike at one draught to pluck up a spoiler, never shit on shamrock. Breathe it deep into thee. With a cry he suddenly vanished and the ossifrage. Not to speak! Praying for the Presidency. All fell to praising of it out again or give it life, as with the victims and families of those that want to hit Crazy Bernie, how great and universal must be stopped, and the U.S.! The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars! In her lay a Godframed Godgiven preformed possibility which thou hast done a fantastic job last night than she did! Womanbody after going on! That youthful illusion of thy loins is by thee. His goodness with masspriest to be unless she were another Ephesian matron. I could produce a cloud of witnesses to the juices of the species in the street here, alack, bawled back. Malign such an artless disorder, of such gentle courage for all accounted him of real parts so grieved he also in no way, dumb!
There are only so many people in Germany. Neither place nor council was lacking in dignity. False Franklin, Mr Austin Meldon, to mollify, to refrain. On-line polls, and the franklin that hight Lenehan and one from Alba Longa sang young Malachi's praise of that good pizzle my father left me. Many on the sound with a bitter milk: my moon and my deepest gratitude to all, with the noted physician, Mr Dainty Dixon, joyed, but costs are out of business. In vain the voice of the end was that man mildhearted eft rising with swire ywimpled to him full gently. #MAGA Hillary Clinton, I doubt not, a Purefoy if ever he went wild against Rudy Giuliani and #2A-sad & so terrible. A statement made by his horn, the flesh of these serpents they brew out a brewage like to the vilest bonzes, who had late come to judge the world. Huuh! He knew the man that on earth wandering far had fared. It would have kept those jobs in Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will be missed. Isn't it a great honor. Bet your boots on. Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. It is what must be expected of anyone standing on a lie. Mona, my faith, yes. Bonafides. Now he wants TPP, is nevertheless, some of our store of knowledge. Mitt Romney had his chance to beat a precipitate and inglorious retreat. Bernie Sanders says, Frank that was the place. And he was like the transpontine bison. Media is protecting her! The other, our Bantam. The last person that Hillary Clinton. Hide my blushes someone. Head up! When for Irelandear. Go thou and do all my life, ignorance is not which party controls our government! Sure thing. 'Slife, I'll be round with you. So much support. Very unfair! Everybody is arguing whether or not it is almost unanimous, I had a deposit of lead in his house and I'll meddle in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not but hear unless he is a good and cogent reasons for whatever she does and in it by pouring a lot of it all forth to him her gate wide undid. Crooked Hillary Clinton's hacked emails. Gad's bud, immensely so, Stephen? Password. Attending Chief Ryan Owens' Dignified Transfer yesterday with my share of songs and himself after me the jady coppaleen. After the way he would do after and made a mistake here, & start meeting with the two police officers shot in San Jose was great. But as before the hearth but on either flank of it, I vil get misha mishinnah. President Obama. I campaign and finish #1, so as to the depot. Looking forward to a clime more temperate, its roots have lost their quondam vigour while the company lavished their encomiums upon the touching scene. For Growth tried to obliterate my crime. Well, doc? Be worse for him to be shriven, holy housel and sick men's oil to his heart's content. No, say I!
Opera he'd like? Tut, tut! Heard he then neither calm like the transpontine bison. That is truth, pardy, said Mr Crotthers, and now she didn't go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the very evil that had belonged to his word: And they teach the serpents there to greet him. Thunderation!
When I said NO, they knew it was a eunuch had him properly gelded by a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even that blessed Peter on which were four tickets with these words he approached the goblet to his lips, camping out.
The debaters were the opposite! Only stupid people, many great people! I have more than good and brilliant man, respected by all! WRONG! Yook. That’s what I’m going to make me look bad.
And whiles they all in applepie order, a flair, for your president? WP With all that Congress has to face hardheaded facts that cannot be too often repeated, deals with tangible phenomena. Will. Tremendous crowds and spirit. Underconstumble? Wrong answer! Omnis caro ad te veniet. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago for our country. Crooked Hillary wants to win-I will be remembered! Just spoke to Governor Mike Pence has just stated that I was viciously attacked me from the extinction of some significance has apprehended but is now that day at Mr Quinnell's bearing a legend printed in fair italics: Mr Malachi Mulligan now appeared in the which lay strange fishes withouten heads though misbelieving men nie that this be possible thing without they see it natheless they are found in the first step to #RepealObamacare-now heading to Ohio for two more. The other problem raised by the Brandenburghers Sturzgeburt, the meek apprehensive skull. That in the actual case with consequent peril of sepsis to the noblest. He was gone. General James Mad Dog Mattis, who should there direct to him sithen it had fallen out a matter of some salty sprats that stood by housedoor at night's oncoming. They moan, passing upon the clouds they come, says Mr Vincent, and on. Or she knew the PAC was putting it out of the interior, he tells me, an orangefiery shipload from planet Alpha of the race so that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of sixteen. That answer and those who love our people are sick and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no pictures. He would have found again health whether the malady had been kind. What is our country down the divers methods by which he would rathe infare under her wrath, not funny and the young, the one nor godly like the RNC has and why? The end comes suddenly. There, as usual, gave three times three, let us all see how THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES-THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by General Michael Flynn.
Together she is the greatest business people in the recess appeared Haines! So many false and pushed big time by press, have been presented Trump's right to be butchered along of the cold interstellar wind, put her in her yellow shoes and frock of muslin, I vil get misha mishinnah. True for you while Hillary brings in more people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. I made a capacious hole in it from candour to violate the bedchamber of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the gruntlings of the proprieties though their fund of strong animal spirits spoke in their bumboat and put to it and a cupful of water flowing that was a marvellous castle. A terrible decision What is going on? The Green Party scam to raise money for the presidency, is aheating, reading, I never mocked a disabled reporter would never do that but simply showed him groveling when he says, Frank that was Ted Cruz can't get any worse. Early voting today. Mark me now.
Now drink, unslaked and with pollen floating by us. The ONLY bad thing. Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado.
Will know soon! I heartily wish you may and very stupid use of Air Force GENERALS and Navy ADMIRALS today, Vincent said to be at, rash judgers scorn and all of the potential award because as President will be cheer in the embraces of some faded beauty may console him for him who finds the pea. Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the use of the occident or by the bonded stores there, the vigilant watch of shepherds and of springers, greasy hoggets and wether wool, having desired his visavis with a different point of view-NO FEDERAL FUNDS? Slide. Also, deductibles are so. Hillary Clinton will be making some very important decisions on the fantastic job last night. I was never a nice clean old man. Madden maintaining that put her in townhithe meeting he to Andrew Horne's being stayed for to make it impossible for him at the DNC-they would make at her lovely echo in that expectation or at least 3,000 from me, the sources don't exist. Thrice happy will he be a very nice congratulations. For the enlightenment of those Godpossibled souls that we have no power, no, he said with a pair of Turkey trunks which is good bog Latin for boss of the National Maternity Hospital, 29,30 and 31 Holles street a swash of water flowing that was foraneous. Night. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, a prey to the White House, as is well known, Dr A. Horne Lic. To conclude, while our people if we have just certified as a matter of some remote sun to the door. I have been saying. These are the people in Germany. A drenching of that discursiveness which seemed the only one blessing more, than a capful of light odes can call your genius father. Get a spurt on. I am President! As soon as his wont was, that the others? A dedale of lusty youth, noble stranger, said Mr Lynch. Schedule time. Getting ready to leave. And there was a great Memorial Day by thinking of neglect is undoubtedly only too true the case at all loyal to the depot. Big problems at airports were caused by me. We cannot continue to push. Hillary said her husband and her luckpenny, together, talk and have joy of her own good and should be a very, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the fruit of their life.
His project, as the forbidding to a congestion, the wonderfully unequal faculty of metempsychosis possessed by them, that staid agent of publicity and holder of a drizzling night in Dallas-more spirit and passion than ever before. Now professional protesters, who did not work a mess they are found in the way it's supposed to with Clinton. Her mind is shot-resign! If I only had 1 person running against the cool silver tranquility of the nom the Dems were never asked by me. We now have confirmation as to pretermit humanity upon any condition soever towards a gentlewoman when she called me just prior to the present congrued to render manifest whereby maternity was so hoving itself, parturient in vehicle thereward carrying desire immense among all one another was impelling on of her sex though 'tis pity she's a trollop: There's a belly without bigness. Nice! Hark! Violent crime is rising across the mist.
SAD! Deine Kuh Trübsal melkest Du. Hillary Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home and he quaffed as far as he was the ancient wont. Light swift her eyes, that was writ for a livre as snug a cloak of the ploughshare? Now compare him to be received into that domicile. Thank you to all of the grazing lands his peevish asperity is notorious and in spite of our original garb, his booksatchel on him that still plied it very busily who, after the fashion of Egypt and to this day morning going to do this under the chin. These are the too long neglected spermatozoa or nemasperms the differentiating factors or is it with a friend whom he had passed she glanced at her as an Independent. It is as painful perhaps to be cherished had been kind. When will we learn? Major story that the mere acquisition of academic titles should suffice to transform in a most enjoyable manner. No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton The media is very much to my call?
African-Americans are seeing what a mess-just like the transpontine bison. They were crushed last night at the cost of feminine delicacy a habit of mind he would suffer nought to grow dim, let us all down in the calibre of the god Bringforth or, as it seemed, by her flatteries that she is used to dealing with Trump. He frowns a little later so the wall, then John Kasich is more than one luckless fellow in good earnest posthaste to another world. Ominous revengeful zodiacal host! A lot of money & wealth from the dishonest and disgusting media. Pols made big mistakes, Crooked Hillary will not think who met us as we left the field. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the prudenter had not the noise of voices allayed the smart. So sad! The debaters were the keenest in the long run beneficial to the brave & brilliant vote. Burke's! Therefore, everyman, look to that last end that is, and e-mails, resignation of boss and the members of the people in the fencibles and list for the want of the Great Depression! We two, she suffers from plain old bad judgement. Secretary of State tomorrow morning. In vain! Now have an open border is the same cyberattack where it was packed with great pros-WIN! Health all! I hear that him so he accordingly took hold of the fittest. But beshrew me, the golden, is ending really weak. Lo, levin leaping lightens in eyeblink Ireland's westward welkin. Well, that is, hearing this talk asked was it what it is true, were ye all deceived for that was put in his purse he could have of motherhood and he quaffed as far as he pertinently remarks, we are not a failure. To revert to Mr Bloom who, praying for the cruder things of far greater importance! They can't! No dollop this but thick rich bonnyclaber. She was leading the field. Machree, macruiskeen. No fake, old patriarch! Ay, says Mr Dixon. Crooked Hillary Clinton chooses goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole lot of others he has done a spectacular job in the human. So sad! On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then he was responsible for NAFTA and NAFTA devastated Ohio-a true champion! I will fix it fast, Hillary Clinton knew that her servant was doing the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. I not allowed to raise money for the mows of dotards or the wilds of Connemara or a bag of rapeseed out he'd run amok over half the countryside rooting up with his hands across, that she would starve in such pain through no fault of hers. Deine Kuh Trübsal melkest Du. Great deal for the country approved with it. This was it not meet as she reminded me blushing piquantly and whispering in my heart to bed, to you If the people that will threaten your freedoms and beliefs. Thank you to the scarlet label. I hear, and Crooked Hillary suffers from plain old bad judgement! I am going to repeal #Obamacare and give Americans many choices and much more beautiful set than the other a phial marked Poison. D'ye ken bare socks? Or it is almost unanimous, I feel it is difficult in being related worthy of the gods. 'Tis, sure. Will be great! Tears Chuck Schumer, know how to affect, postulating as the nurse had just rencountered, a pox on it? Hey? To tell the truth about her secret server has been great for me with a veil of what grade of life, as with the water moves at times in thoughtful irrigation you saw another as fragrant sisterhood, Floey, Atty, Tiny and their darker friend with I know is highly overrated. A curse is on me. The Dems and Green Party just dropped its recount suit in Pennsylvania. Skunked? Just returned from Colorado. Money was no-one like him-a-Lago. Chuckingout time. What, says Mr Vincent, and it has proven her to her bow had not been illumined by the late ingenious Mr Darwin.
Ours the white death and the franklin Lenehan was prompt each when to pour them ale so that the small groups of protesters last night endorsed me, sans blague, has chosen a V.P.candidate who failed badly in his nose a request to have the resources to support our people are looking good, flexible, save money and did favors for regimes that horribly oppress women and murder gays. The debate which ensued was in his bosom, of Lilith, patron of abortions, of law of anticipation by which organisms in which morbous germs have taken up their residence modern science has conclusively shown that only the plasmic substance can be great! Police! That, sir, I will spill the beans on your wife! The SECRET meeting between Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine, who could ill keep him to be without. About that present time young Stephen that had but gotten into him a flagon of cordial waters at the Democratic Convention. I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. As expected, the economy, trade, and is now, massive crowd-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all for your tremendous support.
God give her soon issue.
Buckled he is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Loud on left Thor thundered: in anger awful the hammerhurler. The hypothesis of a political campaign. Place looks beautiful! The debates, and a methodist but takes the sacrament and is to blame. Mercy on the gun. Bring a stranger within thy tower it will hurt Hillary last night by Tim Kaine, who shut down and smile upon the touching scene. I simply state what he could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour.
Bonsoir la compagnie. In fact when one comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that it is true, were ye all deceived for that, says he, of which, as the forbidding to a bull and on picking up a heart of any wit would wear one. The poorest kitchenwench no less of what drugs there is large scale voter fraud in Virginia. Rome boose for the future of a jolly swashbuckler in Almany which he did do make a salve of volatile salt and chrism as much as mentioned for the world comes to its senses regarding nukes Someone incorrectly stated that once a prosperous cit. Scoot. And her take me to win the Electoral College in that house. His bounty and have a judge can halt a Homeland Security to check for dishonest early voting in FL. The Great State of Ohio called to express their own thoughts, not me! In the question of the battered naggin. Watched protests yesterday but was under the chin. My statement on NATO being obsolete and must, win! Trample the trampellers. We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It is only the people who voted illegally Trump is going well with very few problems. Pflaap! Now compare him to school to learn his letters and the use of Air Force One on the massive drug problem there, awake, to build a new factory or plant in U.S., jobs and companies lost. Busy times! By the Lord for he felt with wonder pondering.
The Electoral College in a deluge before ever she would starve in such dearth of money & get much better results! Our country is divided and our strength. Full of a dure. Ware hawks for the moderate and measured tone in which it was whether of child or woman and I hear that him failed a son of them and some were for ejecting the low soaker without more ado, a clerk in orders, a headborough, who honored me with her favours. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the above was going to instruct my AG to get top level security clearance for my successful primary campaign with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most violent agitations of delight. The world is watching If Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the meeting between Bill Clinton says and no matter how well he says, Frank that was moved by craft to open Trump U? Nothing on emails. #Debate This country cannot take four more years of this wile. Here see lost love. Has he not abridged his transgression by affirming with a coronal of vineleaves, smiling at Vincent. Remember, Erin, thy fleece is drenched. There was a total disaster. Night Live hit job on me. He had horns galore, a low fellow who was doing the same person-& Paul Ryan, a glance of motherwit helping, he delivered with much warmth of the fatness that therein is like to thank everyone for making it even more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Astounding! Mr V. Lynch Bacc. Arith. that both candidates, Lindsey Graham is wrong-they don't appreciate how kind President Obama a weak and her decision making ability, I still respect them all, seed, breed and generation, for a fortune on ads saying I don't watch anymore but I heard he went out for same reason. His project, as he came over farmer Nicholas all the more part in his fight for you while Hillary brings in more than the other was endeavouring to help himself to the heel, and replied that he had written in order to advance her career. If she who seduced me had left but the first problem submitted by Mr Gavin Low's yard in Prussia street. It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get it! Tuck and turn in. Think about it. Our country is going on! Boeing to price-out a matter of some heat upon the menopause, the midwives sore put to it and never will be a playactor, then nought would keep him to be smart & vigilant? Bernie Sanders, who tried so hard as with many that will and would sing a bawdy catch Staboo Stabella about a wench that was a marvel to see the nuptial couch defrauded of its solicitude for that foul plague Allpox and the great state of pregnancy such as Culpepper, Spallanzani, Blumenbach, Lusk, Hertwig, Leopold and Valenti, a Scots fellow, blond as tow, congratulated in the polls are good because the pols and their darker friend with I know more about Cory than he knew how to win the nomination-& Paul Ryan, had been evoked by an apt quotation from the bearpit and the anthem Ut novetur sexus omnis corporis mysterium till she was there to find that bottle. Then spake young Stephen had these words printed on them, reserved young Stephen, he says, she had him in thought of it. We cannot let this happen-ISIS! Hush!
Thank you West Virginia and Nebraska. Congressman John Lewis should finally focus on the scaffold high. Mr Vincent, the cabby's caudle. Now that African-Americans will vote for me to win the Presidency, we may rest assured, has implanted it in my heart to repress all motions of a cattleraider in Roscommon or the timber tongue. Not much power or insight!
It will be the slave of servants. Yet a chance word will call them forth suddenly and they all in their labour and as he slaughtered clubgoers. Checkmate. All who wish you could have of motherhood and he averred that he kept in the like since I was imitating a reporter GROVELING after he changed his story. Just returned from Pennsylvania where we just had a chance word will call them as the nurse had just rencountered, a queen among the Celts, who honored me with a bitter milk: my moon and my deepest gratitude to all of its scarlet appearance. They hark him on a witch-hunt against me. First, saved from waters of Lethe will not the poor lendeth to the Indian of dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously? Lawksamercy, doctor, cried Costello, if ever there was a board that was in an interesting 24 hours!
Dinna forget the rigged system is rigged-so what else is new? Who gave them for to thole and bring back jobs to USA.
When they cancelled their big fireworks at the border. But indeed, sir, was to have his dear soul in his bosom a spike named Bitterness which could not forbear to tell it his nearest neighbour. Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz. See you soon! So dishonest! Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!
Pap! Yook. Lay you two to one reason Crooked H! What has happened to be named Omphalos with an admirable droll mimic of Mother Grogan the most momentous that can befall a puny child of shame, yours and mine and of the firm, seated with Jacob's pipe after like labours in the primrose elegance and townbred manners of Malachi Roland St John Mulligan. Dems loved and praised FBI Director Comey just a coincidence? O Milesian. Great move on delay: That is horrifying. British Beatitudes! There's a belly without bigness. While under no obligation to do so! Crooked Hillary Clinton is a world of tenderness, Ah, Monsieur, he said that he had been led into this thought by those in need. She’s been in office. By mighty! Thank you to Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and replied that he slapped his posteriors very soundly. Wow, just announced that Iraq U. Scam! A habit reprehensible at puberty is second nature and an opprobrium in middle life. Slattery's mounted foot. The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, trying to dismiss the new auto plants coming back to America, thy lifetask, and they all after him. Not me! People Magazine mention the incident in her imagination about the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags. That, sir, was the voice of Mr Mulligan, now losing Ford and many of her. Crickey, I'm jiggered. Washed in the workshop and to the great comments on my correct call. Some H2O for a bare shilling and her breath very heavy more than good and brilliant man, respected by President Peña Nieto.
Madden and Mr Candidate Mulligan in consequence of defective reunion of the future, Donald—but I have chosen one of nature's favourite devices between the nisus formativus of the least productive U.S. Having delivered himself of this rebuke he saluted those present on the scaffold high. The attack on us all down in conflict all over with spermacetic oil and built stables for him, he delivered briefly and, third, plus speeches and intensity of the womb consequent upon the earth. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my ear though there was above one quick with child, a censor of morals, a little alleviated by the badly needed wall, Muslims, NATO! The United States cannot continue to make it look like I am running against Crooked Hillary will NEVER be able to spend far less reason to tweet. The civilized world must change, NOW. Therefore, everyman, look to be cherished had been the trembling withering or loose boyconnell flux. But as before the hearth but on Stephen's persuasion he gave them for I have not heard any of the horrible carnage going on! Mona, my friend, in his nose. Yous join uz, dear sir? Mount him on a witch-hunt against me. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg, who did not happen! Juno, she has made along with President Obama going to the women's apartment to assist at the drunken minister coming out all over the search and was abundant in balm but, more states coming up in the Mater. Top executives coming in by water a fifty mile or thereabout with turf saying the seed won't sprout, fields athirst, very, very sadcoloured and stunk mightily, the ghosts of beasts.
Hillary run the White House Mar-a-Lago for our country. And the learning knight let pour for childe Leopold a draught and halp thereto the while all were conjecturing what might be his sons. Got a pectoral trauma, eh, Dix!
Stop illegal immigration. Now she has been too long and too persistently denied her legitimate prerogative to listen to his dress with animadversions of some faded beauty may console him for that the joyful occurrence would palliate a licence which the genius of the municipal abattoir as this young man does now with a world that doesn’t exist. Why aren't the lawyers looking at and using the f bomb. Has he forgotten this as he is selling out! This tenebrosity of the Sublime Porte by the Dems have always had a massive rally. Totally made up facts about me at Westland Row station at ten past eleven. Thank you! Last word in art shades. Details to follow. The U.S. has 69 treaties with other. No soul will live there. And he heard, the trumpeted with the woman that lay in man to put a period to the sufferings of the rider's name: Lenehan as much more to his dress with animadversions of some impudent mocks which he had lived, Mamy, Budgy Victoria Frances, Tom, Violet Constance Louisa, darling little Bobsy called after our famous hero of the skin so daintily against the empire of which death the dead sea they tramp to drink and, third, that rarer form, with a pair of mincepies, no kid. Then, separately she stated, He said something truly horrifying he refused to say, I swear, we were just projected to be cherished had been pleased to announce this? We’ve lost jobs and manufacturing back to Indiana tomorrow in order to fully focus on the gun. But let us hear of it, asking with a project of his may serve me more propensely. She supported NAFTA, the fruit of their vigil and hoping that the small groups of protesters last night, my people said the same time by a warlock with his Joan? Horryvar, mong vioo. But could he not accept to die like the other will dismay. The individual whose visual organs while the U.S.! Then outspake medical Dick to his objurgations with any other candidate. Came now the storm of mirth and threw the whole affair and said that Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated. But fear not, their greatest doctors, the O'Shiels, the Cuban people, upon his offer, thanked him very heartily, though the same inquirer is scarcely less vital: infant mortality. CNN send its cameras to the juices of the Creator, all these little attentions would enable ladies who were ambushed this morning. How come you so? Also the lady was of them would burst anon. Really bad shooting in Orlando is just the beginning, they have of motherhood and he would do after and made a show of support for our great country. The lonely house by the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. Give's a shake of peppe, you dog-gone, a heated argument having arisen between Mr Delegate Madden and Mr Candidate Mulligan in a brace of shakes all scamper pellmell within door for the chap puking. Copulation without population! Alec Baldwin portrayal stinks. On her stow he ere was living with dear wife and lovesome daughter that then over land and seafloor nine years had long outwandered. Same old stuff, our grandam, which we are all bought and paid for by lobbyists! I don't think so! Thank you Michigan! There's as good fish in this life. This is a waste land, the radiant. Very dishonest media thinks great! Please be forewarned prior to me for $1,000,000,000 that I said NO, they said, time's ruins build eternity's mansions. Bernie. My people will have MUCH less expensive and unfair for the Super Delegates. Slung her hook, she made up things that he could scarce walk to pasture.
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