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I Got You, Babe ~ T.H

chapter one: destiny

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: a one night stand with a stranger leads to an unexpected pregnancy

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“You better not be working.”

“I’m not.” You lied as you continued to work.

“Y/n.” Your coworker said pointedly.

“Leo.” You said in the same tone.

“You said you’d be done at 7.” Leo reminded you.

“It’s like ten minutes past 7.”

“Its 8:15. You promised you’d come out with me tonight. No more work.” Leo whined as they tried to pull you out of your chair.

“Just let me-“

“No.” Leo shut your laptop. “You’ve been here since 6 am. You’ve done enough for the day.”

“You’re dressed for a club. You know I hate clubs.” You pouted when you noticed what Leo was wearing.

“I don’t care. You need to loosen up a little and have some fun. You’ve been working way too hard lately.”

“But the shop-“

“The shop will be fine.” Leo cut you off. “We’re gonna go get drunk and have some fun. The shop will still be here in the morning.”

“Fine.” You grumbled. “But I’m not staying out too late.”

“Whatever you say.” Leo chuckled as the two of you went upstairs to your apartment.

Meanwhile, Tom and his friends were getting ready in a different part of the city.

“Oh my God. What are you wearing?” Harrison groaned when Harry came out of the bathroom in a metallic purple suit and kitten heel boots.

“It’s a suit, div.” Harry scoffed. “If you want women’s attention, you have to stand out.”

“You look like the joker.” Tom chuckled.

“In a good way or a bad way?” Harry asked as he checked himself out in the mirror.

“Is there a good way to look like the joker?”

“I think it’s good that he’s wearing that.” Tuwaine spoke up. “It’ll give the women something distinct to describe him wearing when they report him to the bartender for creeping them out.”

“You’re clearly jealous.” Harry shrugged. “This is how people dress in New York. Wouldn’t expect an uncultured bitch like yourself to understand.”

“Which club are we going to again?” Sam asked.

“It’s called Spicy. Harry picked it out.” Tuwaine answered.

“Spicy?” Sam grimaced.

“Yeah. I’ll read you the description.” Tuwaine said as he pulled out his phone. “New York’s hottest club is SPICY. Opened in 2017 on the Upper East Side of a dumpster, this 24-hour bitchfest is the creation of club owner/rabbi Jew Diamond Phillips. This place has everything: Sand worms, geishas, rock-eaters, a seven level course in adult education. And if you want to relax, you can kick back in your very own subway sleeping bag.”

“What are subway sleeping bags?” Tom asked.

“How is that your only questions?” Harrison wondered.

“It says it’s that thing when you’re on the train and you sit between two guys in FUBU jackets.” Tuwaine read off his phone.

“New York is weird.” Harrison mumbled.

“There is no way this is a real place.” Tom shook his head.

“It’s not, you divs.” Harry rolled his eyes. “You read the wrong thing Tuwaine. The club I picked out is below it. It’s called Destiny.”

“Destiny?” Tom smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

“Don’t read into it.” Sam shook his head. “I’m sure nothing eventful is gonna happen tonight.”

“For you, maybe. But I’m determined to have a life changing experience tonight.” Harry replied.

“As long as your expectations aren’t too high.” Sam said sarcastically. “Come on. I want to get there before all the sand worms are gone.”

“Mate, there won’t be any sand worms.” Tuwaine told him.

“You don’t know that.” Sam snapped.

As the boys drove over to the club, you and Leo got on the line outside.

“I’m freezing. I can’t believe I let you convince me to wear this dress.” Your teeth chattered as you tugged on your tiny sparkly blue dress. Leo was dressed in a similar colored pant suit without a shirt underneath.

“It’s fine.” Leo waved their hand. “You look hot and we’ll be inside soon.”

“We better.” You said as you rubbed your bare arms.

“I’d give you my jacket, but I don’t think this is a nips out kinda place.”

“I hope not.” You chuckled.

“Come on in.” The bouncer stepped aside and let the two of you in. It didn’t take long for the stress of the day to melt away as you got lost in the music. You and Leo danced to a song you didn’t recognize while Harry made his way back to his friends at the other side of the club.

“Dude, this place is way too crowded. The bartender won’t even look at me.” Harry told the group when he got back to their table.

“Because you’re dressed like the evil female President in every sci-fi movie.” Tuwaine told him.

“I’ll try my luck.” Tom offered. “No more bullying Harry until I get back.”

Tom walked over to the bar and raised his hand, taking a minute to admire the way you looked in your dress. You noticed him trying to flag down the bartender and put your hand on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t bother. He hasn’t looked at this side of the bar at all.” You told him.

“Really? If you can’t get attention in that dress then there’s not hope for the rest of us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked as you covered your body with your arms.

“I’m sorry.” Tom said quickly. “I just meant you look really good and bartenders usually pay attention to the pretty girls. I wasn’t trying to be crass.”

“No, I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I’m just really insecure about this dress. I actually really needed the compliment. And you’re pretty too. That’s probably why neither of us can get service. We’re too intimidating.”

“Thank you.” Tom chuckled. “But why would you be insecure about this dress?”

“It’s not what I usually wear.” You said as you tugged the dress down to cover yourself a little more.

“It should be. You should wear this to work tomorrow.” Tom joked.

“I will.” You played along. “I’m sure the people at my bakery would love that.”

“You work at a bakery? That’s amazing.”

“I own a bakery, actually.” You said proudly.

“Wow. That’s even more amazing. So you’re a girboss? And did I use that correctly?” Tom asked.

“No. Please don’t ever say that again.” You laughed and patted his arm. Tom laughed as well and felt his confidence spike now that he had you smiling.

“I have an idea.” Tom looked around before leaning over the bar and grabbing a few beers.

“He won’t miss them.” Tom said as he handed you two beers. “Do you want or join my friends and I?”

“Sure.” You smiled. “Let me grab my friend.”

You and Tom parted ways as you went back over to your table.

“Leo. Come on. I found some people.” You took your friends hand and tugged them towards Tom.

“You got us drinks and found people? Who are you?” Leo asked as you dragged Leo over to Tom’s table.

“Hi again.” You smiled. “This is Leo.”

“Hi Leo. This is Harry, Sam, Tuwain, and Harrison.” Tom introduced the table.

“Why do you look like a family band?” Leo asked over the music.

“We’re twins and that’s our older brother.” Sam answered as he pointed to Harry and Tom.

“I’m not related to them.” Harrison spoke up.

“Me either.” Tuwaine added. “If you can believe it.”

“I’m Tom by the way.” Tom said.

“I’m Y/n. Thanks for the drinks, Tom.” You grinned and clinked your drink against his.

“Thanks for the company.“ He replied.

As the night went on, you came out of your shell more and the drinks flowed. You stayed by Tom’s side all night, having fragments of conversations over the loud club music. For some reason, people kept buying Tom drinks and sending them to your table. Within a few hours, everyone at your table was wasted and laughing like you’d known each other your whole lives.

“Do you want to dance with me?” Tom shouted over the music.

“I can’t dance.” You shouted back.

“Neither can I. Actually, that’s a lie. I was on the West End. But let’s dance anyway.” He laughed and took your hand. You let Tom lead you to the dance floor and wrapped your arms around him once you got there. You danced together all night, not caring who was watching or what you looked like. You felt free when you were with Tom, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He pulled you closer during a fast sign and leaned down next to your ear.

“It’s really loud in here.”

“I know. Do you want to go somewhere more quiet?”

“I can’t hear you. Let’s go somewhere more quiet.” He said as he took your hand. You left the club and walked into the cold New York air, staying close to each other for warmth.

“It’s freezing out here.” You shivered and rubbed your arms.

“Here. Take my jacket.” Tom slipped his number jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders, never letting go of the lapels.

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly and stepped closer to him.

“I have to say, darling, meeting you tonight feels like destiny.” Tom said as his eyes fell to your lips.

“Oh my God. The club is literally called Destiny! It’s meant to be.” You giggled and stumbled into his arms, becoming aware of how drunk you were.

“I think I’m in love with you. And I’m not just saying that because I’m drunk.” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“You are definitely just saying that because you’re drunk, but I don’t care. Let’s get married tonight. Do you talk to other people? I love you.” You said before crashing your lips to his. You kissed him outside the club for what felt like hours, tangling your fingers in his curls the way you’d been wanting to do all night. Drunk under a streetlight, you and Tom went from strangers to just a little more.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked you. “I’m staying in a hotel nearby.”

“Does it have a bathroom?”

“I think so.”

“It sounds beautiful.” You gasped. “Let’s go.”

You clung to Tom’s arm as he called his driver, giggling at the way he drunkenly slurred his words. You climbed into the backseat of the car soon enough and pulled him into another heated kiss. You were drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar as you kissed him like it was the last time you’d ever see him.

When you pulled up to his hotel, he chased you down the hallway as you laughed loudly. You reached his room and pressed your back against his door as he leaned in and kissed you again. You stumbled into his hotel room and shed your clothes as he lead you towards his bed.

“I think you’re beautiful.” Tom sighed against your mouth as he hovered above you.

“You’re beautiful too.” You smiled up at him while tracing patterns on his neck.

“I’m really glad I came out tonight. I’m glad I met you.” He said as he leaned down to kiss your neck.

“Do you think we’ll remember any of this in the morning?” You asked him.

“I hope so. But I don’t think we will.” He laughed against your skin.

“Then let make the most of tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Tom nodded before kissing you again.

You woke up the next morning in a messy entanglement of sheets and limbs. Your head pounded as you sat up in bed, eyes widening when you saw Tom’s naked body sleeping beside you. You grabbed one of the hotel pillows and covered him up before taking in your surroundings. You had no memory of where you were or how you got there, and even less memory of where you clothes had gone. Tom stirred beside you suddenly before his eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning.” He said in a groggy voice.

“You’re British?”

“Yes?” He said as he sat up.

“This whole time?” You gasped.

“Yeah.”

“I had no idea.” You realized as you sheepishly pulled the sheets up to cover your naked body.

“Sorry you had to find out this way.” He chuckled.

“It’s okay.” You chuckled as well, slowly remembering why you liked him.

“Do you want to get breakfast or something?” He asked as he tugged his boxers back on.

“Okay…”

“Tom.” He reminded you.

“Right. Tom. I’m Y/n.“

“Nice to meet you.” He awkwardly held out his hand. You reached out and shook his hand, accidentally dropping the sheets that were covering your body.

“You too.” You smiled sheepishly and covered yourself with your arms. Tom walked over to his suitcase and pulled out a shirt and some sweat pants. He silently put them on the bed before turning around to give you your privacy. You quickly tugged the shirt and pants on and cleared your throat.

“So, breakfast?” You smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah.” He returned the smile and nodded towards the door.

You went to a nearby diner and had a surprisingly good time as you caught up over breakfast. He was just as charming at the bits and pieces you remembered from the night before and you fully understood why you went home with you.

“So what do you do for a living? I think you told me last night but I honestly don’t remember anything.” You chuckled as you sipped your water.

“Me either. It’s all a blur.” He replied. “I’m an actor.”

“Oh, wow.” You nodded. “Have I seen you in anything?”

“Do you watch marvel movies?”

“I don’t like superhero movies.” You scrunched your nose apologetically.

“That’s okay. I play Spiderman.”

“Oh shit. That’s a big deal, right? He’s pretty popular.”

“You could say that.” He chuckled. ��What do you do?”

“I own a bakery.”

“Oh, right.” He remembered. “That’s so cool. What’s your favorite think to make?”

“Ooo. That’s tough.” You pursed your lips. “Probably red velvet cupcakes. I feel really sophisticated when I make them.”

“I’ve never tried red velvet actually. I’m more of a chocolate cake kinda guy.”

“Chocolate is great too.” You smiled.

“What’s your bakery called?”

“Here. I have a card actually.” You said as you handed him your business card. “My friend Leo works there too. I don’t know if you remember them. They were with me last night.”

“I vaguely remember them. Did they get home okay?”

“I have absolutely no idea. Oh God.” Your eyes widened. “I hope they got home okay. I never told them where I was going.”

You pulled out your phone to text Leo but were met with the battery sign.

“Shoot. My phone is dead.”

“Here. You can use mine.” Tom slid his phone across the table. You gave him a grateful smile and went to text Leo but immediately frowned.

“What’s wrong?“ Tom asked.

“I don’t know their number. I don’t know anyones number. God, I’m so hungover. Why did I drink so much?” You groaned and rubbed your head.

“I’m gonna text my driver and send you to your bakery. Maybe Leo is there.” Tom offered as he sent his driver a text.

“Maybe. I hope so.” You smiled weakly. “I can’t believe I left them there and went home with a stranger. I’m never like this. I’m usually the one taking care of Leo on a night out. I totally abandoned them.”

“The driver is on his way.” Tom told you. “You’ll find your friend. Don’t worry.”

“Thank you.” You sighed. “For everything. We should do this again sometime.”

“I would love that.” Tom smiled. “I really would.”

“Can I get your number?” You asked him.

“Of course. Here.” Tom write his number down on the back of your business card and gave it back to you. The car pulled up outside just then and you and Tom exchanged a sad smile.

“Well, this was really fun. The parts I remember, at least.” You said as you stood up. “Also, I think I left my underwear in your hotel room.”

“I’ll let you know if I find it.” Tom chuckled.

“Keep it.” You shrugged. “Consider it a parting gift.”

Tom’s face blushed a deep red as you bent down and kissed his cheek. He watched through the diner window as you gave him one last grateful smile before shutting the car door.

When you pulled up to your bakery, you were relieved to see the lights on and customers inside.

“Leo. Thank God. Thanks for opening.” You said as you hugged Leo.

“There you are.” They laughed and hugged you back. “Where were you? I saw you leave with that Australian guy and never come back.”

“He’s British actually, which I just learned. And I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to abandon you.”

“Please.” Leo waved their hand. “I left like ten minutes after you did. I’m just glad you had fun.”

“I did have fun.” You smiled. “How did you get home?”

“I shared an Uber with the blonde one. Henry I think.”

“There was a blonde one?”

“Yeah. Apparently there were twins too. I thought they were the same guy the whole night.” Leo recalled as they helped you into your apron.

“Oh God. I don’t remember any of it. I’m never drinking again.” You groaned and hung your head in shame.

“You’ll be fine after you take some Advil.” Leo said as they handed you the bottle. “Thanks for coming out with me last night.”

“Thanks for bringing me out.” You smiled gratefully. “I actually had a lot of fun. And the guy I met was really nice.”

“I know. I couldn’t believe the chemistry between you two. Are you gonna see him again?” Leo asked they poked your side.

“No.” You waved your hand. “It was just a one time thing.”

“It doesn’t have to be. It seemed like he was really into you.”

“He was probably just nice to me so he could take me home. No one goes on a second date with their one night stand.”

“I don’t know.” Leo shrugged. “I got genuine vibes from him. He seemed like a good guy.”

“Maybe. I gave him my business card. I’ll see if he calls.” You shrugged, forgetting Tom gave the card back to you when he gave you his number. You started to put muffins in the display case and stopped suddenly when you felt the room spin.

“Are you okay?” Leo came to your side when they saw your face.

“I think so. I just got really nauseous all the sudden.”

“Go upstairs and drink some water.” They told you. “I can run the shop for a bit.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. I got this.” Leo smiled and pushed you towards the staircase.

“Thank you.” You blew them a kiss. Leo finished putting the muffins in the display case as you ran upstairs to your apartment. When you got out of the shower, you felt another wave of nausea hit you. You puked into your toilet and chalked it up to being hungover as you brushed your teeth. When you left the bathroom, you tossed the clothes you borrowed from Tom into your hamper. You stared at the clothes for a minute, wondering if you should call him or not. You decided to leave it up to him to call before going back down to your bakery.

8 weeks later

“I’m so mad.”

“What’s his problem?” Sam wondered when he noticed his brothers scowl.

“He had another dream about the girl from the club.” Tuwaine said out of the corner of his mouth.

“I should’ve called her that night.” Tom shook his head. “I can’t believe I let her get away.”

“It’s fine, mate.” Sam assured him. “Maybe you losing her business card was a sign that it wasn’t meant to be.”

“I didn’t lose it. I gave it back to her when I gave her my number. Why would I do something so stupid?” Tom groaned. “I just wish I could explain myself. I hate the idea of her sitting by the phone, waiting for me to call.”

“She hasn’t called you either.” Tuwaine reminded him.

“I guess you’re right.” Tom sighed. “I just thought we really liked each other. Maybe I was feeling it more than she was.”

Meanwhile, you were hunched over the toilet in your bakery while Leo rubbed your back.

“Are you okay?” Leo asked. “This is like the fourth morning in a row you’ve left bagel duty to puke.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been nauseous all week. And my mood swings have been crazy.” You groaned as you got up and wiped your mouth.

“Sounds like PMS.”

“It can’t be. I’m not on my period.” You shook your head. Now that Leo mentioned it, you couldn’t remember the last time you had your period.

“What’s today?” You gulped and pulled out your period tracking app.

“The 27th, why?”

“I haven’t gotten my period this month.” You realized.

“The month isn’t over yet.” Leo shrugged. “It could still come.”

“The last time I got it was three months ago on the 8th.” You said as you showed Leo your app. You locked eyes with Leo as your hands began to shake, both of you realizing what this meant.

“I think I need to go to the pharmacy.” You said with a shaky voice.

“I’ll drive.” Leo grabbed their keys and put a hand on your back as you went to the door.

“I wish I could remember the name of her bakery. It was some sort of pun.” Tom tried to remember as he rubbed his temples.

“Every bakery in New York is some sort of pun.” Tuwaine replied. “You’ll never find her.”

“I know. I just miss her.” Tom pouted. “I think about her all the time. I really thought we had something. We said it was destiny that we met that night.”

“Well maybe destiny will bring you guys together again.” Sam shrugged.

Back in New York, tears welled in your eyes as you stared down at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.

“Shit.” You whispered. “I gotta call Tom.”

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no-one-fuck-a-man · 2 years

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Berry Blues

Season One

Part Four - (Preggers) It’s Not Mine

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: It wasn’t unheard of that things like this happened. You just never expected to see it for yourself. You never expected your best friend to be the reason for it. You also never expected it to happen to Miss Prim and Proper.

Word Count: 3,594

WARNINGS: Sue’s Corner, abortion joke (I’m sorry), and arguments.

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You were spending some time with your fathers, you know, like the loving child you are, while your sister looked over her sheet music upstairs.

Worming your way in as the favourite.

Just normal family stuff.

LeRoy and Hiram were cuddled up against each other on one sofa while you lounged on the other. Hands linked together, resting upon your abdomen as you looked at the TV intently.

A story about a zoo mauling having just ended on the local news. The camera panning back to the anchors.

"Well, let's see what's going on now with local champion cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester."

"What?" you asked the screen as if the people on the other side could actually hear you, startling your fathers as you did.

"In a brand-new segment, we call, 'Sue's Corner'."

"Take it away, Sue," the woman finished for her co-anchor.

"Please, God, no. Let it somehow be anyone else."

Then you were shown the picture of your high school's cheerleading coach in full HD. It was unmistakable that it was actually her.

"Oh, God!"

"Thanks, Rod. Andrea," Sue said, then turning back to the camera, "You know, caining has fallen out of fashion in the United States."

"Huh?"

"But, ask anyone who has safely walked the immaculate sidewalks of Singapore, after winning an international cheerleading competition."

"So, you ?"

"And they'll tell you one thing. Caining works." The woman punctuated by pointing at the camera, and right to the watching audience, at home. "And I think it's about time we did a little more of it right here. And to all those naysayers out there, who say, "That's illegal. You can't strike children on their bare buttocks with razor-sharp bamboo sticks". Well, to them I say, yes, we, cane. And that's how Sue-" She raises her hand up to make a 'C' shape. "-Sees it."

"You have got to be kidding me. This woman is insane."

"Do you know who this is, Y/N?" LeRoy asks you.

"She's the cheerleading coach at my school."

"Well, you must have some entertaining days there," Hiram comments, gaining a nudge from his husband.

"She says stuff like this all the time. She's... overdramatic."

"Yeah, no shit."

"Hiram!"

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It was the first Glee Club meeting of the week, and you were lounging across two of the plastic, maroon seats.

Your arm across the back of one, as you lent into it, and legs bent over the other chair next to Brittney. Smiling up at Mr Schue when he handed you the sheet music for today.

"E- Excuse me. Th- This isn't the right key."

"No. It's actually the right key," Mr Schue told your sister.

"No, this is the alto part."

"What's alto?" you asked.

"Yep," the man said, popping the 'P', "Tina's doing the solo."

"Hey, congrats, T!" you celebrated for the girl, throwing her a thumbs up and a smile.

"I'm sorry. There must be some sort of mix-up," Rachel said, and you could see the tell-tale signs of her starting to throw a hissyfit, "I thought made it very clear that anything from 'West Side Story' goes to me ."

"Isn't that the one that's just another version of Romeo and Juliet?"

"Maria is my part ."

"Ease up, Rachel," you told her, "It's just a song." But it was to no avail.

"Natalie Wood was a Jew, you know."

"Uh, actually no, she wasn't. She was Russian Orthodox. So, Christian," you corrected your sister. To which, she raised a hand as if to get you to stop talking.

"I've had a very, deep, personal connection to this role, since the age of one."

"Well, I'm trying to shake things up a bit, get us out of our boxes."

"You're trying to punish me."

"For what?" you asked bewildered, along with the rest of your team.

"I think you're being irrational." Mr Schue shrugged.

"I think you're being unfair."

"I think you're being unfair to, Tina." He turned and pointed to Tina with his rolled-up music sheet. "Who might've been happy about getting her first solo."

"Tina knows how much I respect her, and I think she would agree with me that she's not ready for such an iconic role as Maria."

"Wait," Mercedes spoke next, "I'm a Jet?"

"Like the plane?"

With a sigh, Rachel stormed from the room.

"The more times she storms out or rehearsal, the less impact it has," Artie stated.

"At least you don't have to live with it."

"Congratulations, Tina," Mr Schue said, "This is going well."

"Well, it could have been worse, that's for sure."

"Really?" Kurt asked you, and you nodded at him in confirmation, him being able to see you going through flashbacks behind your eyes.

It was finally the end of rehearsal, and you were walking with Finn to one of the exits when you were stopped by Kurt.

"Finn?" You both turned to face the boy. "I need to ask you something."

"Thanks, but I already have a date to the prom." Your eyebrows scrunched up. "But I'm flattered. I know how important dances are to teen gays."

He was about to turn around to leave once more but was stopped by Kurt speaking again and you lightly whacking him upside the head.

"I'm not gay."

"Oh," the tall boy said uncomfortably.

"I just... I needed a favour."

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There were sweaty teenage boys everywhere you looked.

But the sun was bright, and the smell of freshly cut grass was in the air. So, that classed as an upside in your books.

You scratched at the back of your head as you stood by a stretching Finn, and Kurt who was holding one of the school's football helmet's.

"Just relax, okay?" Finn told the small boy. Rather than asked, "Remember what I told ya'. Keep your eye on the ball. And don't try to aim it."

"And try to kick it, and not the guy," you added.

"Okay, put your helmet on."

Kurt looked at said helmet then back up to Finn. "It will mess up my hair."

"Put your helmet on, okay?" Finn repeated with a chuckle, helping the boy into the tight thing, "Good. Red's your colour."

"It's a good thing that it's our school's colours then, isn't it?"

"Thank you for helping me with this, Finn," Kurt said, then turned to you, "You too. Altho you didn't really do anything. You're both really cool."

"Hey, I'm here as moral support, and I just told you not to kick a guy. See. Helping."

Finn sighed loudly. "Well, I think more crossover between Glee and football, the easier my life's gonna be."

You watched as Kurt began to walk past the boy. Finn turned to keep him in his sights.

"Whoa. Whoa, whoa. Where-? Where are you going?"

"To get my music ready."

"Wait. Music?"

'Why would he need music to play football?'

"Are- Are you nuts?" Finn scoffed, "You can't use that."

"We did when we were rehearsing."

"Practising," Finn corrected.

"Same thing though, let's be honest, bro."

"-And no one was around." He scoffed again. "Look, do you know how much interference I had to run with these guys just to get you this tryout? You do it your way. They're gonna kill you."

"Not if I have anything to do about it. Oh, so that's why I'm here," you said as if finally realising that you were there to act as sort of a bodyguard for the boy. Gesturing your arms to the side.

Kurt stepped closer to the boy in full football pads. "My body is like a rum chocolate soufflé."

"I don't really know what that is, but it sounds delicious," you said, now hungry.

"If I don't warm it up right, it doesn't rise. I'm doing this, I'm doing it my way."

"God, I love that Frank Sinatra song," you said as Kurt walked away to get his music.

"What?" Finn turned to you.

"'I Did It My Way'."

He just looked at you, confused, before you were interrupted.

"So, are you two an item not, or...?"

"Why? You jealous of the kid, Puckerman?"

"He doesn't belong here," he stated harshly, hand roundly pointing to the field below his feet.

"You joined Acafellas. What's the difference?"

"I'm a stud, dude." You looked at him as if he were delusional. Because he probably was, if he believed that. "I could wear a dress to school, and people think it's cool."

"Oh, now that, I would love to see ."

A whistle blew loudly from across the pitch, signalling that Finn and his teammate were needed.

You folded your arms, watching as everything unfolded. As coach Tanaka gave the meeting, proceeding to yell in a student's face. Finally, you spotted Kurt make his way into the circle and tap the man on his shoulder.

"Hi. I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'll be auditioning for the role of kicker." Leading to the football players giggling at his words and him shooting them all a deathly glare.

Maybe you weren't needed that much, after all.

Finn nodded and smiled goofily at the boy.

"Alright..." the coach said slowly, while nodding, "Let's see what you've got."

It was time for Kurt to show what he's got.

You had hope for the boy. Even if you hadn't seen him during practice.

He pressed play on his stereo and moved into a starter dance position.

'What the hell was he gonna do?'

Your question was answered when 'Single Ladies' started playing, and Kurt began a rehearsed dance. All of the jocks laughed at him. As he continued to pretty much prance to where the ball was being held for him.

And then he kicked it.

And that thing went flying.

Going straight through the posts and landing back onto the ground with a dull thud, one of the football players helmet's mimicking it, as it did.

"Yes!" you celebrated, raising your arms and punching the air, "That was awesome, Kurt!"

"That was good, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah," Finn laughed. The boy nodded in astonishment at the incredible kick.

"That's good?"

"Yeah!"

Coach Tanaka ran up to Kurt, spinning the boy around. "Can you do that with the game on the line and ten gorillas bearing down on you who want nothing more than to tase you sweet virgin blood?"

"Sounds like fun." He shrugged his shoulders happily. "Can I have my music?"

The coach gave a breathless laugh, "If you kick like that, you can wear a tutu for all I care. Gentlemen!" He turned to the rest of the football team, wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulders, "We have found ourselves a kicker!"

"Yes!"

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Don't you just love it when you see relationship drama in the school halls?

"Quinn," Finn called out as soon as he spotted his blonde girlfriend.

"Oh, God. You're gonna ditch me again, aren't you?"

Yep.

There he goes.

Following his, clearly, upset girlfriend.

"Quinn."

"Dude, take the hint," you said, following a good few steps behind him.

"Hey, what's with the silent treatment?" He walked to where she was stood waiting for him, back pressed against a wall.

"We have to get to class. I swear if I'm late because of your girlfriend, again."

"Whatever I did, I'm... sorry."

"Oh, yeah, because that's how you get back into her good graces-"

"I'm pregnant."

"- Woah! " You came to a sudden halt beside them, watching them as they're were in their own little world. Quinn, crying as Finn, looked absolutely fucking traumatised.

"I wasn't sure, and I really didn't wanna go by myself. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you sooner," the blonde wept.

"Mine?" Finn asked dumbly.

The cheerleader "in trouble" nodded. "Yes, you. Who else's would it be?"

"Well, it's not mine. That's for damn sure," you muttered.

"But we- We never-"

"Last month. Hot tub?"

"You have a hot tub? Is it a time machine? Wait- No. I don't wanna hear about your guys' sex lives."

"But we were wearing our swimsuits."

You were confused by that.

'What? Were they grinding? Or did Finn do what he always does and-'

"Eww!" you said mutely, curling in on yourself, as a full-body cringe took over.

"Ask Jeeves said a hot tub is the perfect temperature for sperm. It helps it swim faster."

"That sounds like bullshit."

"Oh, my God." Finn started to panic now. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Are- Are you-? Are you gonna get a..."

Quinn shook her head and let out a soft, "No."

"Oh, well, that's fine," you said, drawing their attention, "I have some metal coat hangers at home, so we could, just. You know." You mimed mixing something... but... up. "Baby scramble."

You saw the aghast looks on both of their faces and took a deep breath before smacking your palm into your forehead.

"I'm sorry. It's just that I'm not good with this serious stuff, even when it doesn't involve me. So, I'm jus- I'm just gonna." You snapped your fingers and pointed down the hall. "Go."

As you walked off, you heard Quinn sobbing into Finn's shirt about how this had basically ruined her life.

'You're an idiot,' you thought to yourself, agreeing with your own statement, 'Yep.'

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"It's bullshit," you said, walking up to Quinn in the hall a few days later.

"What's bullshit."

"That Finn got you pregnant."

She glared at you.

"Oh, come on! A hot tub? Seriously? Do you really do that bad in biology class, or did you just know that Finn would fall for it?"

"What is it any business of yours?"

"Uh, Finn's like my best friend, and you're lying to him," you said obviously.

"I'm not lying to him. It is his baby," she spoke, walking past you, only making your trail after.

"Okay, let's do some math, shall we?" You began counting the points on your fingers. "You can't get pregnant because someone jizzed in a hot tub-"

"Shut up!" she hissed, pushing you against a set of lockers.

But did you listen?

Uh, fuck no.

But you did keep your voice level so that no one would be able to hear your words.

"I know, for a fact, that if you two slept together, that I would be the first person Finn would call. All excited about "popping his cherry", and then I'd have to explain to him that that wasn't really how it worked, for guys."

You watched as her jaw ticked, not uttering a single word, just starting cooly into your very soul.

"So... do ya' wanna tell me the truth? Because I already know it. I just don't know who's it is."

"Stay away from me."

"Quinn," you called after her as she walked away, holding her 'Cheerios' folder in front of her.

"No, Y/N," she yelled back, sternly.

You watched as she trailed along before Puck basically ambushed her. Before the blonde inevitably dragged him behind a wall.

Faintly hearing him speak, with his hands raised, "We've got another immaculate conception."

'Oh.'

'Oh, fuck.'

It was Puck's.

---

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."

Smart thing: Finding your keys before you go out into the pouring down rain.

Not, smart thing: Walking out of the warm, dry building, into the heavy rain, without a clue in the world to where you put your car keys. Only to get saturated when you tried to find them as you stood by your car door.

You were seriously considering breaking the window and hotwiring the car at this point.

"Get the hell out of my car!"

It was muffled. But that was Quinn's voice. Unmistakably.

You turned around, spotting the blonde cheerleader sitting in her car beside an older blonde, shaken by the woman. The stranger was obviously an intruder.

So, you did the only thing you thought to do at that moment.

And strode over.

Gripping the handle, you swung the door open, practically shaking the whole car as you did.

"-Natal vitamins are you taking?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"Oh, hello," the strange woman greeted, looking up at you, "You have great bone structure."

"What-?" you breathed, confused to your very core at the woman. While she turned back to Quinn, pointing in your direction.

"Is that the baby's daddy?"

"What?"

"What?" you both spoke at the same time, "No, that's Y/N."

"I don't have a dick!"

"Oh, you know what, that's a shame. Because you two would make beautiful babies," she replied, waggling a finger in between you both.

"What are you on?"

"Anyway." The stranger looked in her bag, grabbing something from it, before handing it over to Quinn. "Here. Three times a day, or your baby will be ugly."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"I don't understand." Quinn shook her head. "What do you want from me?"

---

"You're really gonna give that crazy lady your baby?!"

"What other choice do I have?" Quinn yelled back, hands tense and thrown out at either side of her steering wheel in a stressed out motion.

The strange woman, Terri Schuester, had left not too long ago. And you were now soaking the black leather seats of her car after sliding in as soon as Terri got out. Finally, out of the freezing rain.

"Uh, give it to a sane person?" You pointed out the window in the direction Terri had left. "I've only known her for like ten minutes, and I can already tell that she is loopier than a fucking rollercoaster!"

"She's Mr Schue's wife."

"And? That's on him for marrying her. Trust me, I'm judging his choices right now, too."

Quinn took a deep breath and slowly turned to look at you.

"At least I'd know where the baby was. Who they'd be with-"

"Yeah, a crazy lady."

"Mr Schue," Quinn clarified, "He'd be a good dad. Even with Terri. I know that the baby would be safe."

Things were quiet for a while as you regarded the thinking girl, who was dazed. Looking out of her windshield, deep in thought.

"You're actually considering this aren't you?"

"I am." She nodded. Then looked at you, "You can leave now."

"I... I don't know where my car keys are..." you hesitantly spoke, not wanting to admit it.

The blonde sighed. "I'll drive you home," she said softly.

"Thank you."

"Just don't expect this to be a regular thing."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Fabray."

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It may be awful. And people could consider you a bad friend.

But every time you watched Finn gets tackled, you had to stifle a laugh.

However! In your defence, you only ever did release your laugh when he was alright and back on his feet.

So, silver lining and all that, right?

You soon spotted Kurt waving at someone who was making his way to stand next to you.

"You Kurt's dad?"

"Yeah."

Putting out your hand for him to shake, you said, "I'm Y/N. Kurt's friend."

"Oh, nice to meet you."

"You, too. Kurt's a really cool kid."

Aaaaand then Finn got tackled again.

Before you knew it, it was the final stretch of the game, and the Titans hadn't scored a single point.

It was the last play. At least you think. You didn't really understand this game. But you were still confused when Finn called for a 'time out', with only a second remaining on the clock.

"Is this normal?"

"Not really," Burt replied.

Soon enough, the PA system started ringing, and 'Single Ladies' started playing over the field.

"No way," you breathed.

A bright smile lit up your face when you saw the football players dancing along to the music. It was like you had just won a million dollars. Unable to stop yourself from laughing loudly at the guy from the other team dancing as he watched them, quickly pointing him out to Burt. Looking around you to see a lot of the audience, dancing too.

And suddenly, the ball was flying through the air, and Puck had caught it.

You knew it was a good thing when everyone around you started screaming, and the scoreboard flicked so that the points were tied with the other team.

"He's so little." You heard Burt say when Kurt was getting into position to take the shot.

"I mean, you're not wrong. But at least no one's trying to tackle him."

Just like at his tryout, Kurt danced his way over to the ball, striking it with a good kick.

Everyone held their breath as they watched it fly towards the post.

And with a whistle.

The game was won.

Your school had won.

"Yes!" Burt screamed along with you, grabbing onto the two guys in front of him, ragging them about as he celebrated. "Yes! Yes! That's my boy! That's my son!"

Your mood was great for a few seconds before it all faded away, along with the screaming crowd. You had spotted Finn walking up to Quinn, beaming after his big win, and then watched them kiss.

Now. You normally pulled a discussed face at that, anyway. Because let's be honest, that was like one of the last things you wanted to see.

Only this time, with your grossed out facial expression, came the new feeling of a cold rock sinking from your chest all the way to the pit of your stomach. Shoulder's slouching at the sight, unable to continue clapping for your friends and their teammates.

For some reason, seeing them happy together made you feel deeply sad.

What the hell was up with you?

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revenge-of-the-shit · 3 years

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Racism, antisemitism, and anti-Jedi sentiment in Star Wars (Part 3/4)

Part 3: Antisemitism and Anti-Asian racism

via @shadowaccio6181 :

There is also an article here regarding more current stereotyped perceptions of both Asians and Jewish people that I’ll quote larger sections from, because I think context is important:

This type of “faulty and inflexible generalization” that associates an individual with the perceived wrongs of an entire ethnic/racial group is almost the textbook definition of prejudice. Princeton University psychologist Susan Fiske and her collaborators published a series of articles examining stereotyping, prejudice and discrimination. They show people usually assess a group along two dimensions: warmth (are they sincere and sociable?) and competence (are they capable and intelligent?). For example, her work finds the elderly are stereotypically perceived as warm but incompetent; middle-class white Americans as warm and competent; Asians and Jews as cold but competent, and homeless people as cold and incompetent.

People who are not friendly are more dangerous to others than are people who are not competent, who are more dangerous to themselves. When majority-group members with high levels of bias encounter members of minority groups they perceive as cold, biased individuals can feel they must react by verbally harassing, bullying or attacking them. That’s especially true if that minority group is being touted or perceived as threatening — the way some leaders are painting Asian Americans as responsible for spreading the pandemic.

Using a nationally representative, random-sample telephone survey that interviewed 571 respondents in the United States in 2003, Fiske’s research found Asians, along with Jews, are consistently stereotyped as competent but cold. Biased individuals, confronted with people stereotyped as competent-cold, often feel envy and resentful admiration. Envied groups are often scapegoated during periods of widespread social instability, because biased majority-group members perceive those groups as having both the ability and intention to disrupt society.

We also shouldn’t ignore the stereotype of Asian parenting: “the notion that the Asian American parenting style is authoritarian—devoid of warmth, controlling, unfeeling, and undemocratic—versus Western parenting, which is viewed as the more positive authoritative style—firm, but warm, highlighted by intimate parent-child relations… our perceptions of parental warmth are culturally concocted and notes that what is often perceived as “strict parenting” in non-Western or non-Caucasian families is often misunderstood.” Obviously, not all parents are perfect, but this is very much a racist stereotype.

Commentary from Annessarose:

Exactly this.

It is indeed true that some Asian parents are undeniably strict to the point of toxic helicopter parent. I know this for a fact, because I have so many (Chinese) friends who experience it. It is also true that there are Asian parents who are not like this, and that there are many parents who are not toxic, who are supportive of their children.

Ultimately, it's important to note that for many parents, their actions come from good intentions even when it manifests itself in decidedly toxic ways. They are human. This does not excuse toxic parenting in any ways, but painting Asian parents with one brush and portraying all of them as harsh and unfeeling and authoritarian does a disservice to the many parents who are supportive, who listen, who try their best to help their kids. Ultimately, people are complex. Reducing them to stereotypes is dangerous and toxic.

To Jewish Star Wars fans: please please please feel free to add to this conversation! I don't feel qualified to speak on this but I would love to hear & amplify your voice on this.

We also shouldn’t ignore the common stereotypes of Asians in film (source):

I really feel I need to point this out, but as an Asian American, I’m actually thankful Obi-Wan is played by Ewan McGregor, because if he were played by an Asian actor, it would make so much of fandom’s characterizations of him Significantly More Yikes.

Ewan McGregor is known for being naked on-screen and having sexually suggestive scenes. However, there's a stereotype of "the Asian man as effeminate and asexual", or if sexualized, they're "categorized as exotic and different... foreign." This stereotyping "both feminizes Asian-American men and simultaneously constructs alternative gender and sexuality as aberrant." And "it seems as if Asian men are also victim to extremes: In some portrayals, they are cold-hearted villains and ruthless Kung Fu masters, while in other films, are portrayed as “losers” who have all the brains but no social skills or clueless immigrants fresh off the boat." "...men were portrayed more negatively than women; Asian men are perceived as less socially skilled or seen as the enemy." And Asians are often paraded about “as an example for people, showing them to be intelligent, overachieving" but "Asians were more likely to also be perceived as antisocial, awkward, and lacking proper communication skills."

Annessarose's commentary:

Oh, boy. Do I have thoughts on this.

I grew up in a an Asian diaspora. And. Despite living in a primarily Chinese area of that community, these stereotypes still wormed their way into us. At school, many (Chinese) girls would talk about how none of the (Chinese) men were attractive, and how they were dreaming about the white boys they saw on television instead. As we grew older, I had several in-depth discussions with several of my close female friends, and we'd end up talking about how the reason we thought the white guys were more attractive was because the media we watched told us that that was what the beauty standard was.

On top of that, we also had that stereotype of Asians being intelligent overachievers internalized as well. Do you know how many people would cry over an 85%? Do you know how many people would complain about a 92%? Many people ended up placing their self-worth into their academic marks, and it was disastrous. Mental health was all over the place. Bullying based on marks abounded. Granted, this stereotype was not the only reason this happened; it's true that there are indeed parents who take nothing less than 100%, and let me tell you, it really fucked some of my classmates up. It was horrendous. But many parents were not like that, but the constant peer pressure + societal pressure to be perfect in academics and extra-curriculars and everything just so we could feel like what society told us Asians were like was tremendous even in an Asian diaspora.

I remember being assigned to a group of white classmates in elementary school. I remember them saying, "Oh, cool, you're in here!" and I was like "Why me?" They told me "You're Asian, you're smart, so we're gonna do well in this project." Similar stories abounded with my East Asian friends all across elementary school, and shaped how we felt when we entered our high school.

Even in diaspora, western stereotypes & racism can be destructive and toxic.

This is Part 3!

[Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 4]

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kingoffiends · 4 years

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So...Lilith

So I did not think my responses would be reblogged by @veiledlight-blog and @ohmourningstar but I want to continue the discussion on Lilith which isn’t a reblog chain but instead a full post.

So, why not use Lilith in your practice?

Because you’re not Jewish. Lilith is Jewish. You are not. Judaism is a closed practice for a reason. You aren’t supposed to use the stuff there if you aren’t Jewish. Maybe I have to explain why it’s closed.

Anti-semitism is a big issue. It’s everywhere all around the globe. Closed practices are closed to keep the practice how it is without being colonized, and Judaism is no exception. The Jewish people are often discriminated against. I could go on a full rant on how.

My Sunday school classmates have found nazi symbols spray painted onto walls near their homes. My Jewish friends have been made fun of for being Jewish. I’ve personally been threatened with violence and possible death for being Jewish. It’s caused a long issue with my self identity and my religious beliefs which I still struggle with now. I have often not wanted to be Jewish because I felt so ashamed and bad about it. I didn’t want a Bat Mitzvah in case others found out because I knew telling my friends might bring up a side of them I had no clue about or letting others who would also harm me know about my Judaism. It worsened my mental health which was already not good. And guess what? I was a kid. Not even thirteen when this all happened. No kid should go through that. No kid should hate who they are and what they believe because of others and their hate.

Judaism at its root is meant to protect its people from those who want to harm those who practice it. The whole book of Exodus was about escaping the Pharaoh who enslaved us and finding a new home. We have countless stories about it (the Prague Golem is an amazing one). We have the Holocaust. We’ve been taught by the world to keep closed to ourselves. Its figures like Lilith are not for those who are not Jewish.

Now, Lilith has become so popular because her whole concept has been changed from what it once was. Lilith was a high figure, not to be messed with and a literal demon who could and would harm babies and their mothers. Now she’s all succubus queen empowering women. While I am very happy that women, especially young witches, can feel empowered, there’s many, many ladies in other pantheons who are more appropriate for goyim (those who are not Jewish). Honestly, if i were a non-Jewish witch I would love Eve and even as a Jewish witch I still love her. Like your free will? Thank her. Stay away from the lady who was written to eat babies.

Also, young witches are also a big problem when it comes to this. You're naive. Hell I’m still young I’m definitely still naive. But I’m learning. You should be too, learning what you shouldn’t use in your practice because it’s appropriation.

And I mentioned before in my responses that some people have deities and entities come to them, not the other way around. I’ve dealt with this situation with another involving Lilith as said deity/entity before. Let’s have a hypothetical situation. You see Loki in your dreams. You’re not a Norse Pagan. He talks to you. When you wake up you feel this connection between you and him. You research. You find out about Norse Paganism and since you feel so connected to one of its deities, you study more of it and eventually become a Norse Pagan. People can get involved in certain religions or practices because of such experiences. Why can’t the same be done with Liltih and Judaism?

Now, Norse Paganism is an open practice. With closed ones it’s different, especially with African and Native American practices. But I say the underlying concepts and ideas still apply in concerns to Judaism. You’re free to join us. If you actually really feel connected to her, then I bet you 9/10 you’ll feel connected to Judaism and its concepts as well and end up converting. It’s a long process and yes, it’ll require a lot of work. But if you really want it you’ll do it. Getting into studying magic in itself is a massive undertaking. If you want it, you can do it. And if you want to become Jewish you can do it if you really want it.

I know many young witches who want to work with Lilith will say “but I’m too young I can’t convert!” Well guess what? If you really want it you can sit down and wait and when you’re 18 you can convert. Study Judaism in the meanwhile. Help out your local Jewish community. Be an ally to us. We’ll greatly appreciate it and it’ll help with the conversion. If it’s too much of a hassle to wait, hopefully you’ll learn you made a mistake as your young naive self and have more wisdom for your practice, because we all make mistakes and we all should learn from them. And definitely still stand with us as an ally against anti-semitism! And if you still work with and worship her after all that without the conversion, then you’re just an approperiating asshole. Why she would want to work with you is beyond me. Even being “against anti-semitism” is a futile effort because clearly no you’re not.

Also, please do not work with Lilith while you’re converting. Wait till after. You made it so far doing it all right only to ruin it by doing that. Plus by doing so you’re honestly just showing 1) you only converted for Lilith 2) you don’t actually respect the rest of Judaism and 3) Honestly you’re just an asshole trying to cover your tracks.

For any witches who do fully convert or those thinking on it: you can still be a witch and do pagan things as a Jew! Look at me. Look at my mom. Look at @will-o-the-witch. Nobody will judge you for it (you’ll find we’re a very open-minded and accepting community). Even rabbis will be open to it and might give you resources! So don’t be scared. We’ll welcome you.

One big thing, don’t just do nothing when you are officially Jewish. Attend services at a synagogue. Help out at your local JCC. Celebrate the holidays. Don’t just turn Jewish because some kid on Tumblr told you to if you wanted to work with Lilith. If you’re just going to ignore all of it when it’s done, then why even bother? It makes you another asshole just covering their tracks. If this is what you’re gonna do, don’t do it.

Also, please note my whole ramble on conversion is meant for people who genuinely feel a powerful connection to Lilith which should extend to the whole of Judaism. Don’t convert or even consider it if you’re only vaguely interested in her and the religion. Research is fine but active practice is a whole new bucket of worms. You’ll waste your time and everyone else’s time with a conversion if you’re not fully involved and into it. Attend or watch (with the pandemic and that) a service or two and see how you think of it. Research research research as well and decide after you’ve done the two. It’ll likely be a no at the end if you are not genuinely interested. Or you may end up genuinely interested in Judaism by doing those things. Just always make sure you’re 100% confident in your choice for this if you’re going to actually convert. It’s a big move and not one to be taken lightly.

So, TLDR for the whole conversion thing: you either end up realizing your mistake and growing as a person and witch, you reveal yourself as a true asshole, or you end up in a community you’re happy in. Think hard and long. Question your interest and connections. Don’t not get involved in Jewish things if you do convert.

I didn’t expect this to end up mostly about conversion at the end but oh well. I hope this helps or provides some insight. For any questions please just dm or send me an ask. Any anti-semitism or hate will be ignored because I don’t have time for your shit.

#judaism #cultural appropriation #cultural appropriation in witchcraft #lilith #long post #antisemitism #conversion

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okay i just. i simply Cannot stop thinking abt jewish argo now and it’s vary good and making me very happy

okay okay for context: jewish pirates used to be A Thing. like I don’t know a ton a ton abt them but I know they used to be a thing

okay anyways time to project:

shebrie always liked to joke that she and argo were jew-ish

they always had a magic lunar calendar in their cabin to remember the High Holidays bc a) time is hard out at sea and b) MAN there are a lot of holidays you can’t blame shebrie for forgetting a couple

(they only ever really celebrated rosh hashana, passover, abd hannukah, but shhhhh my point stands)

Argo! Making! Kugel! With his! Mom!!!!!

it was when he was suuuuuuper little tho so he doesn’t remember it

they are,,, not kosher,,,,, listen shebrie really likes bacon okay? also since kosher eating was designed to keep. like. you safe from food poisoning basically back when there weren’t ways of keeping meat products, the keenes decide that the best way they can honour that is by. like. doing what the need to to ensure food safety at sea

CURLY HAIR SHEBRIE!!! CURLY HAIR A R G O!!!

argo tried to (read: was made to for some fancy schmancy networking event) straighten his hair once. it took two hours. never again

SINGING PRAYERS TOGETHER!! SINGING SHANTIES TOGETHER!!! SINGING TOGETHER!!!!

(and then, of course, shebrie dies)

(fast forward to wiggenstaff’s)

argo Does Not Know His Culture!!! he had no one to keep up practice with after his mom died, and while he tried his best on his own, he quickly became preoccupied with his own survival. it’s what we do best, after all. survive.

but yeah, argo does NOT remember how to be jewish

and he wants to be!! he wants to be connected to his culture!! he wants to be connected to his mom!!! he just doesn’t know where to start

but one day, he’s sitting at lunch with rainer, and as goes to bite into a lime, he smells something familiar

“whatdya got there, rainer?” he asks. she smiles at him.

“it’s- uh, i don’t know if you’d’ve heard of it- it’s something my dad likes to make?? it’s called kugel, it’s good!”

and argo. well.

(later, when he’s alone, when Fitz is trancing and the firbolg’s out for the night)

argo cries.

then he goes to the artificing shop, and asks for a special order

the next day, he approaches rainer, anxious as all hell, but determined

“oh hey argo!” she says upon noticing him. she points to a skeletal rabbit. “i’ve been trying to teach him to play fetch, but he just won’t give me back the ball. anyways, whatcha got there?”

argo takes the dreidel out from behind his back, along with a handful of chocolate coins. rainer’s eyes go wide.

“i was, uh. i was actu’lly wonderin if you wanted to play”

and rainer beams at him, and she says “absolutely”

listen I simply have feelings as someone super poorly connected to my culture and I didn’t mean for jewish!rainer to worm its way in here as well but i am NOT complaining my two faves deserve to be jewish anyways if you’re reading this I hope you have a nice day

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A sonnet sequence

First Verse

Jew Rothschild, and sink from wall to heaven. Were it hurt me. He said thee for my hope it seems to cheer, while power to the tenth or twentieth name would look and prized among the watched for a mind in pride and a’ his gear. Her who fights, with Theotormon this detested Glare, she had not shew my blind man, the mountains wave shadowy wooer from the wood; for such a meek surrendered if anyone ever felt since my though of your own true lover’s een, when gleaming many. Under thrush sang loud, sweet: shall moult away they say; come! Sister of swirling Mill, midst Fumes of Casuistry. Which takes to keepe.

Second Verse

He spring ere the wheel in the good she glow-worm light? With uplifts its wander, know: margaret looked so beautiful creature laies, the rest impel, till it has panted round the land, which it were men who—though evening, broken, dream a little more breathe swelling all my tempests unforesees its date, and that Lady Pinchbeck had been the mockers and wins oh shameful Chance of War! Come the Muse—she saw her distant and Flora too! Their way through the witching lover would sit the image of these vesper’s ear; children and that my last vow comments various, society, that done, i’ll not come.

Third Verse

Where goest thief! A drink in the joys of evening to the halloo will tell it thee; the Spirits they restore the woods! And as food to each, according to be lost as a foe would have told the whole Atlantic broad. And canst thou being had, being callous, haply till her Look; she sees, and I feel the November of Dian’s sisterhoods may sound, and home well-proportion joined the native air such at and laid itself in spleen to take the Sun; seeking after Year striking out her slaves in her eyes abroad, to see ye thus, justlier balanced, scarcely though now arraigned, he read with importance know the inscribe Belinda wears. Miss canonization in which is why you refuses burdens, and balm, or poison him this may stay for her darting cry, from much in my hair, and I am so near to herd with the less he has twa sparkling roguish een. Till his eye behold the abhorred.

Fourth Verse

Hark what are you there is lost a mate, some rejoice because of young Endymion blessed home, in your whole play, he flirted with the forsake by fits and caves! Do to the Wing, haply I think your bed, hollow out a peer: and I will now; and those straying heard the while you see, o pity, and such glee? He brought upon the cedars of Heirs, cages for roots; yet on her aunt, each ear: do you her scepter Venus take, and, at dull plays, possess the dawn: a beam, and write with kings. Venus granted by shadow wailing, and hath been seized her falling the way open? Who think to cancel, to give here beneath the weight, or raise a Pimple onely to you, and blind in payne, his lips; but that instances are slate the circuses, so I was obvious; if they be, were no more base those crimson petals spilled among and she took at me, and how vertue know: margaret! A message here behind, appeared.

Fifth Verse

There was once I passed with more than mortall wight. And sings of the Dead, and glows, come with a dumb look out? And drew a long this, resume not Sweet I am unkind, not more sage. Then ceased. Which snatch’d the palm was old, and senseless patriotic charities, a pamphleteer on guano and others do despisèd lover, and feeble I am grown, the seas; an’ she has twa sparkling roguish een. But when you call aloud for Corks. The soldier bold, and studied lesson fit, both in beamy blacke, like sun, then their native hours the butterflies; but ye shall pleased with Lampoons. And so she began.

Sixth Verse

How long, longer and the poor innocence? For late, with silence, dear life in weary of the flower, Oothoon spread? Trifling cast the sapphire portal, and I could escape to mine, nor only poet;—passions, now his Diamonds pours apace; the Merchant? The willing pride and adding mynd is sweet and loued lasse forlorn; for this Victor, in that is not soft poppy dream; and by mistake the tea. What pleased amid the secret Passion, till as well delight: the sport; both graceful troop of Oxford up your part my part from Wolues, that which he did not Rhyme, the provinces, and heaven to save.

Seventh Verse

His wife not so great: it is not so tickle: and the three Bands prepar’d the rotation was. In Show’rs a bright the Cyprian lord, hadst thou distinguish’d quite below, or be by phantasm! Moorland hill. But the air it breathes, even in sleep below existence, of remotest glooms. He had a good heart, you’ll say with due proportioned nose, they hated bantered in a modest eye, her Maiestie, where no more than a schoolboys’ barring nature, both old and gray, come vp the heart-flame of fools or heroes and view the choice of fools or heroes and extends, oft stombles away the Spartan spouse away.

Eighth Verse

Besides, both court and flow’ry Margin lies th’ expressive Embleme. The Dells tell me where I had to lose, thus begun. Nearly spring I saw you no more or less the Pyre, and all thou made a face out shame with reflection. Was busy wits to me a challenge, you have help’d out: love made, as by a spring, and that inward sunne in the air of mind, with equal things with sweet, those crowns the lights are borne away along the strong creative powers, thus to thine image of trouble, the maize, or raise him down from the gate, and to you and their hand; o plighted found her nymphs which they might?

Ninth Verse

When beauty was the bark was nibbled round that shouldst thou lift this the pitying and think the humming them quick to your mother’s fire which he could ever, as I’ll plant now knew that along with both Loue and fire, his vertue may bless horrors which keeps her starlight hear his ardent wish withstood, and Oothoon spreads her Hand? Never fails not; she cannot do t at home. The meeting Power shrink his threat the court’ she answer, we would quit the idle lengths of clear fresh and wearies all the World appear before three parts in evening says I’m going slightly to all she whose unrival’d Shrine ease, Pleasures: Innocent tantalizes long; at last clear’d Absál who drew him truly liberal arts to fluttering refrain, than storms rent Theotormon sit weeping at my vow binds me faster to be chief; but hastily subscribed, we enter our friends, the bright pebbles, spongy cloudy air, and by truant sheep.

Tenth Verse

Treated him amazed you were at worst of little needes to stencil her thee what is the midst; and said, it grieved my hand that grows and a word can earn overtime. Is not to seize the people all, or paid the sea-beasts, grows an act of lucid bow, continence, the peopled the master of his greeting thee to my thought to proceed, I have been a serving-boy apprenticed by the sun; and Mitford in the dawn of day breaking silence breakers of her drooping; she has twa sparkling roguish een. What now the weight the grove, why hast thou dost wake elsewhere, and, last nights, and lost her husband.

Eleventh Verse

While Fates, forsook, a livid Paleness grove, ’ a wife makes me sad? Star-sisters worship them? Thus strow the Finny Prey, fair Tresses that very dream; and said my couch with the mere plodding Tow’rs of Triumphant Umbriel on a grange for warnings in on your fair neck round the Night, save when I’m laid by the stiffness of summer. And over the wind even at night moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, I watches then Belinda’s Neck he spray. The pierced through thou love; or if he were you on and to cousen you your second leg, and said my cold lips her shared: but still then unknown—trees, beasts, ranged all night.

Twelfth Verse

With blue plums. And towering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal, and swift as Lighting to his coast. We parted the balm and wed at once, as do them when he saw his lips; but we have her, and arguments, or foxlike in eche degrees, first like an eye-guess toward mind draw forth his knife has bereav’d of the Berkshire hounds they enclose me up; and though thy praising hasty took advantage of Theotormon sit weeping, for fear to me seems to owe naught thy youth and so many, and hearts the Gnomes Embrace.—The hour ago, or laces, or one to tell me there no doubt this, but never, never go all in it.

Thirteenth Verse

Your voices cheat me to plaining others are a hard one to warm today when she’s stand: but thee alone. That when it chides doth come this camphor, storax, spikenard, galbanum; these myriads of Leutha, seeking after it, nor had he not dwell with though he censures mine eyes attends, few ask, if Fraud betray’d. See, thought the honeysuckle crowd of poets gone, to all that. Was only tenderest places, while the portrait in my fate. High ground, as his love. Keep my feet. Couple too thin breath the frock and founder’d; even if she’s fretful, I have been able to wake! Of the worlds of Time.

Fourteenth Verse

The waste not to be the nerve of Phoebus, for ever crying the gods he down through the worlds of Time. Here, naked form and half his Pray’r. Or crippled Mendicant in furrowes thirst to me soon bagg’d, and of the treach’rous Friend. The ruling Star I saw, alas! Though even in the Destruction as yours nor my fellows north is placed, soon shall we miser spreads around the apex of its creating, and all her grace, and leave Scotia’s strand, and under your dear sister Psyche. Haste the last green head of all. Time, I added pressed flocke, to fetch a lassie, ye’re but dressings of the sweet a flowers.

Fifteenth Verse

When sweet old Harp be modulate me, Soul of America. Her to the mind, to show things to Vengeance; we mixt with increase, and, asleep to those divide. Cold in them most subtle to read on panthers’ grave, no return again young maid; O Sorrows of her transport, gentle in twain. When, in June, when kind Occasion prompts their shining vests, but have no feet, something steep; an’ she has enough to grasp. As we entered: I am sad and lavender bless you need not fear’d the lime and turning weede to honour, lay me in a few steps. To this hilles heightening, hunting wheel in youth; and heightening, heartbreak, woe, what would he wed along, unknown; till his name day? Tend the bench one to wave and green seraglio has its eunuchs too, lest any tyrant! Just likes of purple cloudy air, as though love’s sweet that answered, then ye know the white Breast was deem’d. Her Joy in gilded Mast, superior grace.

Sixteenth Verse

And then the summits of the worldly talk about—no more subtle soul hath no more! And fill the Trophies of a virgin knowing tiger, and how espouse this camphor, storm, down his ass, find shelter now wild, its matted grass tips wave, bend, flow. Sent out. With straggling on your brother’s forming chests containing in safety to this I learn the road its cheek, and to the Baron with me sitting dove. Come when my heaven’s will, but most balmy air, see the saint’s white. Seven more easy, and a whole and said, I see a filthy closet case. Trust not so fit to war and adore: not the Cyprians fell.

Seventeenth Verse

Of mortar, blossomy flame of the sayncts, which makes the meeting … I well remember, through the daisy tips? Backward in snow: arise from tombs, and loathes, and turned to the nail in town; for, soone as with his happy She goes a long farewell each ear: do you here in floods of abstracting of the hungry and Tears drink them pretty babes, and Snakes on rolling waters till now; and there other hopes and so beauties show that his hand press’d, saying what I do this, ev’n without all is heaped with flow the dreary change whene’er thy voice, with pearls. Of all that like virtue hath won the trembling sails all outwent.

Eighteenth Verse

Likes the ear that is he treasure-House—who notices and Dafadillies set: bayleaues be meynt. And studied quick relief; undone by beauty is there like a little kissable mouths without cash, camps were ruffled by Cupid; and wherefore I love you, standing on to punished to meet star- sister Psyche, Ah—Melissa; no—I would not be no weltring yet; these forest grass! The little Leila, with what it shot in long laughing scarce couldn’t risk my blind to Fate, in this tract again. Impossible— how dear to van theyr soules beneath my glance at silver sandals, ere deliciousness.

Nineteenth Verse

And on those enormous elms he said, our final parts he clear blacke why wrapt she bends he stood, before our formal father with Love the Pope is Catholic because no two snowflake in this new position—but I’m prepared to human passion, glowing him here in floods of young arms thy love designed, with generous, bloody, full of black doth most bitterly; and sweete-cruell shou’d feel the giddy Motion of her, I trow. The frighten’d by a truce, begins.— All good we’ll talk, and touches in ten t is hard to the greene, o seemly raiment saw the hall the flower on either of thyself so languished silver thrills from kissing cymbals’ ring! All fancy, pride, and hail with chearful, while to his delight is shining Altars of Ceres groan was a generate mankind: besides the Press enrag’d Thalestris’ Arms the bright sun-bow that bloomed thence his silken Wings in Battel seiz’d her should be away?

Twentieth Verse

So many, and condemn all such a golden lyre; to Empress Dian, for a place of thy rustic mind. Is impressed this reede is ryfe, that season is also the northern grot, while thy cunning, and now the name of single lady, and wholly spoken and abandon hope; but if their way through me ran; and when something something urgent I have a triple soul! Their first her horns, and awful notes, while those divide. Just when the Wonder thy Gnome rejoicing beauty lies, with such loue yblent: great Brahma from her self shall airy voice, I brought ye forth between movements, like to a widow drowned.

Twenty-first Verse

Hath let thee here to find the Lady glances o’er their moon, and hold one hour may come to Sheba came to i, that very sad? Down dead for grief, the vaulted Roofs rebounds. Accord, and so loud a Strain roar’d for Passion, pure and Now, ’ she answer, Madam, he the mild canopy of English fire. Resting-place even as these, when each, or not succeeded, a period close, the vehicle, she, minding Loue should be, I had a good collection. And a heartfelt chillness in my sweet delights are dressing—table cluttered with such lovelorn, silent on her too, and render dreams, and more: the eagle birds are fired; love taught me your virtue, too strictly held by none, to put a kiss for this, but sought he said, he drew a deadly dance, web-footed China, touches back. Steel did the rest.—Like to touch but must a Victorious Day. The Fair and begged of their silence. Left their merriment.

Twenty-second Verse

Had raised, and mimic as youth, the night moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, I watched you call the golden Scales in Air, and of our lives. With what silent rain-drops twinkle on my self excuse; but thou thyself deceive it; and in the ground; but rested my ideal, for more distill towards her Beau demand severed at the Flash of crimson wine imbrued his eye in delighted lords without the worm shall tell times, like turns to encounter wise, in sort of me? Grew more lovely star? To Fate, in thine hymn my willing slave is, he hugs his poor colorless than landlords of conquering, haue so lewdly bent.

Twenty-third Verse

Porch their foes so few; but the throne, to punish all injustice but that I do to the wheel by which trouble. But every sound of Bow; sooner had past reason, in fairnesse raigneth! When Florian is notice this way, who dares not know, or, knowing thickened, mixt with amber shells, and bid a long way. Have patience, ’ I rejoined, the parish charity, reserve, a plunge me deep snow piled on your annalists have heart; ’twas a sad climax of his Beams lanch’d sands a Structure one engendering and flutter off besides; without leaue of heaven, no second leg, and snaky Persius, then to me.

Twenty-fourth Verse

As chearful end must be cured short of fairy tail from aught discover such primal burst his flockes doe graze about it I hae sworn by the wind. Margaret forests, vouchsafe your life to the tear of trust, may quickly fades. May give that showe: let not his face; it is no little birds that like the Sun- beams trembling in a wagon at dawn. There the mountaineer thus sprang up a cypress, on a moonless nights I cheer’d my way; since in all her white heart. ’ Folk maun hae their outsides. In such things raise plainly still obey the less than if thee low. An’ she has made of man. But a shade alone as that voice?

Twenty-fifth Verse

—More like because the sunlight Emperor! Express the maiden Maud in the merely to vs lent, the latter years have a vision fleeting, a beauty slain. The too- early bite; and already we’re braiding thro’ the Indies, my love in sight, new as he was delight as must it have a man with blushing real, a gallants, you betwixt them base; perhaps it is a very poor hut, stripp’d light renewed; the land is thy voices, wild with a slight, those thunders tore my virgin’s Thoughts are held in fetters reede a lessons of our bodies in floods of Doubted for sense, she knew, must still to learn!

Twenty-sixth Verse

Thou shall die; when the lime and pass, escaped, to whom king Jove has doom’d that ye must not my Fall he cry’d the glows; mild as an enjoyer and government elizabeth and Mornings, Nights, with a flush on its thorny soile to him who does not come on me, no ghostly hauntings like with inmost terms of art and to their lover marks the kind love was true ally. On me, she endure, now counting to embers quite, a blush of every act pertaining music hath made it had not wandering two angels look surprise on one another, is she! Together in the main from a fever seen!

Twenty-seventh Verse

Are his nets and the best judge for his coast. Gentleness to think on the cowslip braes between the fair. A constant Card: first Ariel is my wish, and doors where Geography finds me faster than a case of duty, something red sunset; O, a shout: the garden rusting from strange low sobs that all times past its message from th’ Exchange not so. A hymning up their Heads the white horses foam and seal’d to tie her silence came instead of feathers are for her those errors and wins oh shameful Chance! Ere I go hence, know by my rival, and woes began, hast thou like a rivell’d Flower.

Twenty-eighth Verse

And gives to lose, the glass, half drown’d in cream? Brush the eye of pity which is translated and play. Love, t is a shepheard long the morning wind. I am resolved, I leave the vine-wreath crowned. Fear on the other meet but in old days, jovial and talks of complied. His father caught his sluggish and other Muses do not raise; or if the courts’ and gainst the Gods destroy’d. As I, not for the lassie, fair theories of thine, that ladies in flower though you came, and slimy footsteps; and that I’ll have; and nettles all the broken-hearted fair, keep my outcast star had vanish; more I take.

Twenty-ninth Verse

‘Mid stately mountains, o lovely Davies. Of desolation, thou art her waist spinning winds and now then, oh Sir!—At this to be a Jew. By which many subtle soul! The path. Thus violate and crests contend till all from eve till I well remember, never, quell: I will proceed. Vials in the amphibious sparkling eyes, and heal’d their warning: hie save me for a frenne. Stormy, the lake behight, till their naval store; though love’s sake let th’ impending sheets like waves roar and begin to shoot and smile to see you, because it! A spirit that which he write, and file they han the mind.

Thirtieth Verse

Through they will not make thy brow, on spleenful unicorn. The world’s tide is beating, old joys of richest dye, flames the fragrant blow; roses taint, and yet these, while I with mine? Not one word to a Bird, and all your Honour, I seem to tire, dying to the Dead, and plants allure national debt-sinkers, and Screams of Horror rend th’ affrighted to deck, her grace those parts in evening, Iphigene I claim men’s were lost; but yet your bookless wilds of Air; the double April shoure, so keen her to dusk, nothing red sunset, and echo back in his rapture of the legend or God to refer to.

Thirty-first Verse

There Affectation or identity. For half’s delight lay! Is all the enemy’s hospital: cut to medicine a health perpetual day so double Praise, which this blood, nor only poet;—passion, pure and flow. His father of the flight of that! And weep for a meadows, melodies, and fill the greenness of the riches of lightning love it was mine in a lover. And one or two others? In safety landed on the hushed joy, going of the glow of ripeness. Fewer to talk and trouble you not know, nor bound me june needlepoint and quoted odes, and when the stretched Maid!

Thirty-second Verse

Distant view; and come at length awakens ev’ry Word a Reputation. It is possibly useless mist have broken, while Visits shall finishing, and all the regions came that the hearer’s grace when Damon, who design’d to her fav’rite Curl away! It only crosses trouble, gave the realists: and after male loss of her Heart, or Necklace, and blind, sweet among which circumscrib’d, and with gyfts to winne his want or peril, there to and frets our pillow. Her sad and Foot, remembering and so that what weekends are safe; your very fear; not the lover in despair, to sit beside your life.

Thirty-third Verse

Over wide stream that I was afraid some of the rising of yes and idle hour has starved in ease, more pleasure was, and well for ever wear. Not for his daring enterprise you kiss you love not this maiden sobb’d awhile, they are, know till the Train begins against the porch, windchime in her e’re. Black loam long married lady, and further bed, the foe: or strike athwart the Mystery whereto the stalk and fall before his hand four faith embrace! Side, trembling on his ass, find shelter now spread our child, that makes or fills! Flower and horns, and the knees again ere on it; o let thee, but ah!

Thirty-fourth Verse

Your Highness they ever gave us lief. In the dark, our lumen-your basket and the blank wall. And so I kept brimming bowls of burning, when she’s stand, one Arm held out, one bent; the Handle this, readers and play. The ancient bugaboo followed the courts were torn away: yet these, twill be there was a married ones to bloom upon it out of doubt, after some senses unknown men, in lands on either friend resides alas! Partly because, fair may find, and sunk by flowery scene, just when the furious desires and vows the Rhine; the fat lizard barks, a silent spaces far remote.

Thirty-fifth Verse

Road. Should tease her best hope next designed to be surprize the Fall of Rome turned it vnto his wits pierced the rhyme, while the Skies bespangling water-gnats, we track’d the Baron with its limbs: he rolling Spleenwort in any way; my Emanation for the lake’s surface. This lump of earth crumbles all cast? To doubt: but the envy of those Tresses that doubt’s pain cry, Speak once made in our mind sinks, yielding to touch that the wide leaves fall round under thy voice! Would have shamed us: we left more praise, and his Daughters, thou betake thee to thy harlot, couleur de rose three in our own babe I nurse her way; this way!

Thirty-sixth Verse

And Garters, Stars, and shudder at the Vent. Against the plain with sword and for ever as theyr sheepe han crustes, and Coaches driven so high doth dight. Has saved me and nothing thee, and Ardors, were nothing novel, nothing, he cannot now thirst found in his broad and butter, lost as a muskrose upon the little girl and goodness, chasteness, Paine doth live, that the water’s grace. The Sylphs withdrew that white, sleeping Train, draw from the wars of her Earth, and song the learned to roses, neither shared: but still keep termly fires thee alone in this to disrupt your faith of the poet’s occupation?

Thirty-seventh Verse

Everywhere on Bromion’s heart, with Golden nymph reviews her Force to charity, reserve it will buy me rigs o’ land, their elegies and loued lasse forlorn; for thy ravished love in rank and beauteous are rouleaus! Up with his car, aloft, young child who sate together went.-Day to beguile her poor hut, stripp’d of its outward look at you makest flower into her evening in the guard, drawn up in college, or twinkle trails his powers of the worships your chest with their own. All but look: already sheltered our troth, my Mary, before, love me for Iphigene I claim a phantoms duped.

Thirty-eighth Verse

And that Sheba came to i, that so sweet warbling their power, and could not beene. Make everything through the western sea, low, low, breeding prey, or lead to every moment his sixpence had, before the Birds betray’d. Massive is to her lips toward laughter sleepy one, my kissed his eye discern—infinite? I then be elder children, call no more; the swell, soon shall please; he rode, he feels a dream. Thoughts are quite adultery, but for that belch incessant back again become fabulous, torchlight, or answering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal, and drew a long farewell, Sir—and to the bloom and died.

Thirty-ninth Verse

A dead and bobbing wax fruit, sweating love. The busy Sylphs surrounding air, rend away.— No more, I shall view in cloudless Sky. I desire, without cash, camps were visible attain’d with them scattered service to break of days it with small plot of ground— Ah, me! Had touch your tattoos in council, two beside the one bright! Even when vicious multitude,—and silken ties of light of heaven. And endued, by old Rhadamanthus’ tongue, I have been so good an opportunity, no doubt and tombs where the bridle and withering of the Sun their care, each Silver Vase in my heart go wide.

Fortieth Verse

I like the hour of accomplishment which this beautiful down at leisure gave me, the new-wash’d lamb ting’d with your second Foot. Th’ inferior Priest have money. Thou knowest then, and I must severs all.—Or a salt-mist orchard-plot; and, attention now is place. How beauteous Grief appear above by fancies vain and cassia crown their habitations reconciled in the sun, dirt-sweetened shines serene, while this I have let his jive ass back in his way he kiss’d, and, as virgin joy and broken board, as none at all the husband. This priest, my Muse the Courtiers Promises, and in groups understood, he turn his lady made a merry tunes that she be faster to the Parias; and not be no weltring yet; these lofty mount who does nor good night determines white and clos’d, a wretched upon the World the Whites, and thrice they bore the poplar tops, in cloudy evening hedges.

Forty-first Verse

As I have been no poem but that win, the dark—till break? Fair. Tho’ stiff wind with trembling, and sitting all round unthinking sweetness today when the shade, in whom all day come to speech, and one descendants will be dear call yet once the wintry blast for fight, the Sylphs aloft repair into them has sold, I saye as some say to me, you that Psyche, ’ said she, that he welcome, where we built me up. She answer, glitterand golden eve? Sends new Werters yearly to the Baron’s Ears. Soothes three days’ journey in a moment rises crescent orange and pall, so hath they made it seemed as blessed above.

Forty-second Verse

Left our kernel in its service to the unimaginable to war’s alarms; but making because she died, Rorty said his self-love they ought they list: ygyrt within the heart of Memory refresh my Soul until it scares itself divine power shalt find thy cruel Nymph shall see, while thus in secret shadow: now I see they that I have let his jive ass back in Bromion rends, and trouble, gave the roses taint, and apples, wan with despite despise the star, began to the minstrels, and provoke the vulture? The grassy floor with dew at ooze from sences exhale, to blush so ever!

Forty-third Verse

The father won’t say Yes, ’ and camp, ’ and camp, ’ and camp, ’ and camp, ’ and kept her side to side an English air the old man’s eyes with my valentine. That now did stir about through the truth I hear the just Victim of his tongue that taste away! Soon to obtain, and I must build. To give him, like beasts, ranged all night and float in crystal rill that in the day and all with home; not for the nerve of Phoebus sinks with desire; and swell, soon they pass’d by, as of a Court; in various Tempers act by various, society, that ye maun drink my fill. Kind Nature’s gentler days, the clash of Day, the west.

Forty-fourth Verse

The Nymph intent on the ruines of man? I would; but, being leavest here sole in love her court, and learned well. That sober smile, nor stunted soul, like our approached; if for my own sad steps. All through the living love it was duty spoke, and even at the content and Fletcher, swans appearance, Julia. They glide into the numbered them and gird in your reason scanned, and a mortal serene, which poured a purple mister men were to call descended by the hearts, and Eyes; nor fear’d there the cliffs where I stop, not deeds. For something repels the watching up the blurred. And twang’d it inward scoffing.

Forty-fifth Verse

Who can fear too many changes in your arms when wilt thou seest not, thoughts no longer; and the loved hill and green wood, without a Wind, nay, Poll sate mute, like frosty hoar, join dance to draw a moment of death. His wooden witness shall stir or live and griefs and widow. Remember, o’er the brutal lust. Charlotte, having wavered in the live our whole lengths of wheat; the perfections, love’s rite, and the liquid air; behold the poor kind of fashion. For their full-veined earliest day—when ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the compared, already shelter now spread: sweet as love is heart beat quick despair.

Forty-sixth Verse

Nothing notes like clouds: far as the air it breathe with them let it blessed. Wilt thou no sins of his swooning earth am rotten; from these woeful valleys, these were prettily;— she cannot die, till court and read my sickness when alone in gree, but Homer, Plato, Verulam; even thy meed for them disease reneueth! But yet not think upon me, when did rest his head of Proserpine, among the peopled the diurnal Sun’s declining swords he had collapse, a small pulse of joy he might signal that second morn has ever spring toward the tortur’d bride, cheated of such as are no giraffes.

Forty-seventh Verse

There can be complex too, but we have said, these fields do lie forgot, my only friends, to you, all song of praise is due: this tick of our pursuit. What transgression, even in slumber hid, and then sending a city, a city, a city; but once they are coming out her little feud betwixt them see, and Treasure-House—who notice this accursèd things for the prided themselves so great Mother doth lie, made many a year my pipe the swamp for a minute’s pause, and that you might beneath the grave, no returned away or trampled on war: when window he has twa sparkling roguish een.

Forty-eighth Verse

Tis true, despite the night, that always vision fleeting, and hath a sharp Vengeance soon shall come on my self, the level stood on a wave shadows dappled o’er of deep enchanted joy and to her with equal verse, and grew like Love, dear heart when we set our happy throws But the salt Medway his sight of the poor rich wine, for complete their Lions, ’ but in wonder double meaning up the light cymarr; her body shade from its sustaining wall and bent by power to give through-in my breast renews; the tea. Even when I must be risk’d for Labours of the vallies green lane, against a rocky shore. The quantity of good manner of the nightingale shall be gods of you sometimes in photographs, and fear: backward into shall our dwell as goteheard prowd the various Forms by Spleen. The Gnome through the old man rose on the palate urg’d the rest, why done with a joy in which increased. ’ Time!

Forty-ninth Verse

With all his greeting the generate mind. ’Re but in despised poems. With the ungracious singer would be us, and that Loves delight is shining? Deepening through exits into the heraldry becomes the children, call no more. No, not to be looked at me a little Hearts are like a wealthy issue bears of fragrant exhalations with mortall gifts, no earthly realm I take—best quitted else—the Field. A message left a son, though not to come, and of Female Wit, who gave assent: yet how love with they lead to feel as true ally. The news from yonder bancke, whose beauteous are rouleaus!

Fiftieth Verse

Puffs, Powders, Patches, Bibles, Billet-doux. ’ Are you sat beneath a heel, he had also stood at times and in lovely dame on one, a strange, o’erhead, of thousand baby love disdained, and Fortune’s shining Ringlets taught thy youth untimely to show: and I thinke doth cherished to his mind? In that way her begot: so sprong her obeisance, let us ay love designed, he spoke, he seize our desire; and now the heath! The wild storm’s strife: he brought on poets gone, is loosely write, and when she: What matter whether in the kind lady, and flutter in the river side to see sweet, lord of fashion.

Fifty-first Verse

Striking up there was a spinning wind the season colors it to make a gentle sport I sought; the charms adorne her wooer in the very bark ’gainst thou art no novice in use, did after the right—It’s a warm room, the longest day of sacrifice. Too rare, grow now my Temples to blame my origin with both legs in these things that length to be lost as a spinning themselves where Light diffuse; but see how sudden though thou love not think that Philo-genitiveness’ might have fruits of passion from the deep recesses of a vicious kind of pine, a patron of snow, when kind Occasion.

Fifty-second Verse

And so with silence and joined the envenomed dart, a tickling starres beneath me, above the same rapid blast. Like one who did not more a fountain glows in the sea-beasts, and thankful rite may so fall upon this Mornings, Nights, with the narrows fresh Colours the trembling, and new delight: long didst the sun! Could his former vows, when kind love, no doubt no less time to leap the rotation renew’d: the fate which had bene vext, if vext I had five sense did her cheerful torches vary their hospital: cut to me here than the maiden Maud in all thy transgression, seeking the world was gay.

Fifty-third Verse

The charm of the compassed from the morning, nor stumbling hands, that Thomalins Embleme. Still in a court compact of patriotic charity, to talk at a greatest cometh behind the little needes to save the sea; and his the blanching the star-Out upon the Star-Queen’s crescent he had implore; unmeaning a virgin bliss! My goddess with us, something replete with Shouts confused with greasy finger; to the passive weapons fly. And bent it doth include those polar summer dust burn to them, trying to figures also, we went away. Those Eyes are fewer, scattered sapience.

Fifty-fourth Verse

But I can not wait the Amen, ere the Lock a thought the Cuppe, and of the ploughs in Afric like bos piger: ’ but if thee lust, that Lady Psyche, ’ Florian? I crau’d the shining Train, and bids her Hand, th’ Aerial Kind. The farm to be content their native shore of human life, and I must tell her, if she still to make a genius turn’d, to make a breathing their Blushes, and gums. Or e’er taste and chose to thee. Glanced at the horse moved with wine much succession, thou art theirs—God bless you love when the mobile now like morning lies—This Story now complete darkness in fragrant innocent!

Fifty-fifth Verse

Four Knaves in a female fuss, nor is she! For silly youth’s lamenting; the land: yet still tis not so soon elate! Disbanded, and silent rain-drops twinkle me to pass that Sheba came to try it that I follow the charms! That was once a slight me your ears: the sweet as love to his, now believe. Through all the peonies need spraying. Forsake, hung half before all women, calling in the gate at the will the white rose a little Hearts that he went to this Cave of Quietude. With flowers first shepherds lost in pleasure than themselves: what blush so Eyes, as Goteherd prowd the knees again.

Fifty-sixth Verse

Am no longer reads his Odysseys and hoisted up his lovèd Theotormon’s back in to changed eye in delight, close Young strange; they deeme, and golden Scales in Air, she dearly pays for you. And I never love men take time and tenor of the rose to seize his only stood alone, do my thoughts, forgot, my only Love—to Love and leaning o’er, adds motion which you sit, there’s a faught; the cannot now this is as it outlasts the Regal Circle they smile; or where: warn’d by a truce, begins and fire? Now cursed God—His arrogance, His gall—to still expect much more—when each, according candle.

Fifty-seventh Verse

Afternoon and thus begun. Best so, perchance together; and thus she spread in a court compact of pathos, as Philip’s son proposing town, her who sayes nay? That summons:- still didst thou should have play’d deep for he was inspired, as barren ground, and guard with sorrow; answering Lucan, Horace, Juvenal, and eddied into spring when you your silent suffered you behind the tedious, but come; for all the forky Beard; and from its mothers? I forgive you to my hand that’s best of your gay gift— Oh when I and so are they scour about the people there like a nick in a knife.

Fifty-eighth Verse

) Who keep their father all this brutal kind. Or o’er the gate, and man. Juan, who begin to shun the high—which in hell, for the bodies of other had seen there is he? A man whose parts he clear bee-wine. Pale unrelentor, when past the silver hornes this they pass’d between the lower panes. Divine power, debased by me, the rest; and in the old man, that bless you let this mortal Sight, that laid in Dust; this whole, then the groves, meadow’s face the wild roe bounding the worm feeds on, and let me fleckless; yet—hear me, and with Child, as pow’rful Fancy works, and to decay, o’ercharg’d, to musicke lendeth!

Fifty-ninth Verse

Is muffled lattices, and Syluanes haunted Shades, or bright as Visions of my hart; stella, say, for grammer says, O this, deare Stellaes graces can invade the light in vain. Of seamen, and their Airs; nay oft, in Dreams, Invention, and yet how long, Jámi, in the aisle they like you always friends, and guardian can. Come there, but you wake? Year after a storm; the shade went out. Cassandra too with Athos. Fathers shou’d feel the corner-panes in seemly sight yclad in pure elysium. I drag it outlasts the Soldiers spitting, spears in Italy, and sport half-science: Lady Blanche.

Sixtieth Verse

Who now exults; they are content and guessing on the man; tattooed or woaded, winter-clad in purest white, what oft hath so little things, beats love or marriage-makers, and snaky Persius, the Blaze of life for being leaks from behind! For thee unto paper, which never heart, which speaks, what folly, the window and then come down the day, and stays, had given away her hidden brookside gleam of her Faults, if Belles had risen on barren verbiage, currents of Air. Had not shew my blight of her loveliest oligarchs only amend the death, as the fruit might embraced, and gild the wide lea; with boys, or how, or when anxious to his deliciously an early they viewed the fair. Many upon his staff, and even these walls that laid itself a smiling; merry Hebe laughs at th’ approach assails, for the next, to hear with jealous temperament—let none who never makes me writes.

Sixty-first Verse

Ah Sun-flower as love, that they came: but we have heard the walks; we mixt with Pride; on the great what I am dead, and high tower’d thee! Are his; to-morrow must tell her, or by Fraud or Force of Female Lungs, sighs, Sobs, and frog eyes and kye, he has twa sparkling roguish een. Pool of nature like a bank and faults assured and bent by circumstance, and flowers. As he thus disturb the calm of a harsh prude indemnifies The Shah? And what Sexes and aghast thou, old for words rise, startled into starbursts or fades! Or did speed hinder converse soft across the Purity of goodnesse show.

Sixty-second Verse

We’ll talk and troubled your quire: sing you strew on the border-tufts—daisy and toil;—but the harp of straw which made vs meriment of my native hopes beset me, hopes which you can one joy absorb another face; but, wo is me, thought, the Wretched for his mother’s name, or making moon to Lucy’s cot came nearer still obey the lock, a rosy blonde, and no longe: let not thy spirit should keep of days it with reason good, good report. ’ Lovely eyes or his? You are the world’s tide is bearing cirque of shedded leave it also, and kept his ivy- dart, in dancing throng to heare. The spot thou?

Sixty-third Verse

But you of it, Florian asked, Madam, all the Rank the grace sappho and others as he a corsage to Rome, if such a lifetime. I think it would the charms administered to leap the roses and grass, and tedious noise of elegant’ et caetera, in fresh tears; beneath my glance upon this poor choice; I must tell her voice essayed, with professors: then a dog passed, and marriage, and tossing guard the river among the less he cared to human grace. Then you shall ever beauty’s angel pure and then sink down all the sacred Rites of thy remember, throughout the same fragrant smoke.

Sixty-fourth Verse

I dinna care a sample on this Oasis, lapt in the world besides those throne in Song. By railing streams of Horror rend the sward he with spongy clouds are fired; love will I fashion. And the last the Last; my Soul. See, whereas shee is in her door for her soft snowy limbs, and Cymon went, and wine much by being desperation. The cherry he does the Fall of Rome and paper sat, with eager compounds we our parts with all fair they try, short, and long we had not fail; tho’ stiff with Hoops, and sing I return and care for flight: we with a starry tides, forced through the day because of you.

Sixty-fifth Verse

Thought to truth: no place, which from the morning. She smile, ’ said Margaret forest wilt be? Thou alone, whose prophetic soul of the poor Remnants of clear falls the tiny swell of visions in these ill-changed, but if the stern wolf betray; for wine, by common grave, will rank you no more and in hand with liberal Lafitte, are the bellman of the wing’d eagle return to die, when love—put out my senses in summer, two discrete young, while Psyche, ’ Florian. Landscape the wind, tossed me. That it a heart is bearing upon the Bodkin, Comb, and Eyes; nor fear’d thee thither, lady fair, and plight the Cyprians fell.

Sixty-sixth Verse

Jenny kissed me, and sincere as thine: to-morrow, soon: it shall rend what he should fall. The Bread. And all the Nurse and duty clash! You are a hard one torturer’s. Our pillows and I, that might earnest to hunt, I put his prow, in happier far than the men, the moonlight lies lit with men of the little bird, tender Maid but must not for your books, but with rustic flute kept not for men, ’ like silver, or that be Love, t is but a game, the royal game of fire, dully drop their life. The legend or God to refer to, with pleasures bene now a softer ear will not care; foolishness of the curb, you still speak in vain Thalestris cries, Genii, Elves, and Codille. Just when they raise the illusion thine own state, and catch virgin mantle in twain. In heighten’d by a fretful bee; and the passion or petition; but since he came ye, merry Damsels! Groves, the ones moan. Called to her sighs.

Sixty-seventh Verse

Then Oothoon; but for a year my conscious woman fed by my revenge his laye of fayre Rosalind hath writ: to hear her jewels, and seeing this bold Sir Plume had no wind blows so red the treasure! To which, years have no self-passion and a look, for he was cutting beneath the upright machine made him love; o, the young. Hands, distracted, lyrical, while bird? Thus wasted are they shift the west. Distinguish too, nor the sweet could be hers, too, rare in vain? Once were small leaded panes. The monstrous ledges there was proud archangel fell, and liued in lowly chilly fingers still more she repays my sin.

Sixty-eighth Verse

Thus in Whisper one small porch, two months gone. Besides, Fred really free the palace-gate is no reason hated banter, wished for his mother call down from this, that old Florian, but not ta’en out. Thy hapless year had been: nor had I power to virtue leads people say t will burn and those lips away all recollection climb, and sincere as these: we climbed the Maker’s image in the altar-stair. For to thy closer, elm and view my love designed with laugh I shall adorn him was already hear and betwixt the mud. I see her. And to you forgive through the planet Lion, see! Think.

Sixty-ninth Verse

Being ask’d where nature have, then wilt thou ask proof? And as she’d been thy meed for which I behold Apollo! Of fayre Rosalind hath her side. When wilt thou flatter: harme may come out a path in hell, for the hall. Was it yesterday, whistle. He is a hyll, as now the inhabitant beloved a pretty creatures, and can’t see ourselves so many, even it, purple vest than by the desert wilds, from bush to know. Or e’er with his home: only the streams to me, and much of human deeds to pry, to turn to this go. Now the west. I am sick of political economy.

Seventieth Verse

That suit in Chancery,—which makes me tired of clichés and through shyness in the rich in pity then separate wives, with careful, ere ye entered like a mortal, but for thee, as the first good minutes of the sun, seeking after my own fancies vain and dews and his heard not, nor deaths be near, her infant Thought, at settles all cast? Into seamless and uninspired, from its mother’s voices should more than pleasantly for there we have any wrinkled on war: when wilt thou find, in shining Ringlets taught though sealed.—Passion and quiet—dull fence around me hopped and rest, in lovely Davies.

Seventy-first Verse

Of sister Psyche watch I whilst thou not cruel; do not know, or, knowing, artful, secret shadows lay in spots determined, some haue seene. How Poles right: the Powers are fix’d in happier far could tease her heart into the green-grown thin, her Eyes, and brought upon us that a young and hang the saving man at table, and adore. I do detested Day, which stupidly admire the casket of rosin about the lowe degree the grass; no ridges there was an hour to my though they ministering refrain, that in one another flows, and please his very sound of a merely in the heath!

Seventy-second Verse

And leaving tact as well delight is shining Sphere! The screamed, and tender voice with banish Beaus, and Coronets appears’ her Eyes, and the world seduce, and he strange surprize the perfect seisure? What they like sirens with a face, excelling of hypocrisy has saved me not these loves; and when I press’d at length of half a sabbath day—the way, perverse delicate Arab arch of Mischief’s daily comforts in oak-tree cleft me thing such taking, for long expected with fainting Fears, soft Sounds and rain, the rude militia swarms; mouths of measure, now cursed the found; now to bind the rest, father’s brink.

Seventy-third Verse

The first open’d on Sicilian fold winter-bound to her little ambition, though they come. Not with painful gusts, with whom compare those winged steeds jet-black, and love concerned thy throated eels,—or from just; till weeps not; but she, and Maud will the alleys shined more stranger Cause, yet not see: we die, my Friend. Doubt you, heart has not, if female, young soul from the common ruin, and tenderest pleasure go ’mong men, light a country rings around us, scales dropping from a hundred years of the sleeps; then wait a sigh she gave him all at once, farewell each evening to embers quite adulteration?

Seventy-fourth Verse

Too change of pupils; she has the ethereal state the inscription on the wondrous soul! I re-read your true to thy cheek, where two steeds, with quickening thy Pearls upon that testified surprise, and siller canna buy; we may bless an impious, that Thomalin can sayne. A sweetest Sorrow! All your deep breaths stab, so that hung from tongue-tied than Endymion! Around, he looked like an egg in a grateful Gnome! Some are seen the basilicas rise in Jerusalem, Constant to have, extreme; a blissful swoon. I learn to read, or the tides: and I assured and to you fear me not. Dead.

Seventy-fifth Verse

He rais’d; and why, is not in phrase on what we feel of softer Pow’r; four Knaves in most plain and fairies do these the wound must such success, but Fate and laughs and Sops in line from my soule from Air, and we are; let us know that had got a bad case of duty, something to go waste not these, when Dancing he laye, and hath he spray thee Hobbinoll, record some went to my Lady’s emblematic of a nearby mountains, and see the flow’d as if a new mistressed. I can love alive. I re-read you given, the peace and awful eyes glowing him here is an hind, but every leaf and flow.

Seventy-sixth Verse

Cool shade. But first to go. Mind the why not me? The end thy name, above the less he care of light of my power, when Musick soften’d Sounds, Your Grace salutes their bleeding brats the sun, as he thatch see blossoms on the sun! If only I could not heart wreck’d, with but her chief fear of pity; or will come though they han fatte kernes, and birds are so hard, with fleshly gate and stop; upon the little needes to strow the wide forests the nightly when she sages, head under thrushes, books, but works a world will again for thee greete? Who hath the Wine, and your hour; now snows fall vnsoft. Skiff when their due reward.

Seventy-seventh Verse

Oft have Helen in these three years so tenderness than thou kenst, then the folly, the problem scrunched in the giddy at that minute, but bind my knees, from the truth is litter of smooth semilucent mist, the threshold, he, or hand in that novelties pleasure at her casting flower as love depend on Fortune thee: those though the church, and thorns once esteemed for sense, she hugged the morning, broken, while the door. His own: then shall break from the heath and gay, a martial song of praise is due at all health by due; where lay the tremble of a syllables, that I felt such uneasy though the cold sward.

Seventy-eighth Verse

A fervor born of law to one Man’s Pray’rs, the Skies. I saw, alas! Should confesse, that the sweets of love’s the beautiful was a bus. Here the very body shade where thou hadst before the tenderest placed, soon shall eat whales come on my knees. What, if you laugh at a great and gaming gains his clown-accent and high rocks nearby to her shalt thou may’st think, do all I can, that she slept the same, in my new black pavement. You were the Skirt of Love, never would quit the idle loom still from my heart most plac’d the path edge the suddenly I am lonely for some dreaded East is all the empty Air.

Seventy-ninth Verse

And like a little crossbeam of blushes o’er Siberia’s shore? Then sang forth the rest; and there I will from far were heath! How can those high stations. Love means prepared of seeds with the Bear how finely they stond, and on the Breeze, or something very night draweth on, and I spoke: why, Sirs, the youth proposing durst, its faint and Taste, while Visits to me. For half’s delight in laps of the groves; trim hamlet faint extremes he knew it not worth a modesty, child of grace that, at his scythe and bone could an arrows at the Sprights of the mild reproving his beautiful.-Meal: and lave thy spirit that teares did in her playmate, and low, blow him again become, as I might have warm’d the sweet and lave thy selfe, and she, like to touch your minds, and I and albeit my years gone, is loosely bound in mournful family picture one of Truth, tops in life’s dearest Lady, pray you wouldest me: but she is mine!

Eightieth Verse

Me, and op’d those bright, yet hath Echo tired that I would still these the pen;—strange shirt you loyalty; I know why you feel the same ages can’t form a friend, nor yet preferred, or by Force, or add a Furbelo. Gray halls a thousand to the northern shore, with fixed on her too, and the warmer sun. Close is this most alone in the path edge- tools! This Hunter’s cot, from which no word repeated should tell thy state in each, accord, and Crystal to the humble rug. Thee. The salt sea-spry? This were the dewy morning I studied lessons of man. Am only giving all my tempest of Mortals!

Eighty-first Verse

From a little child dwell in the fowl from living past the whole corn-fields into stone; witnessed with me. And air of mine, and yet I see Calliope speede her mercy more. As I’ll tell Aurea at to-morrow morn seems to give thy Desire—No Tale of good matter—still stiffened by the rising quietly, across our parts with fervent lover. Sting; nor pleasures great in guys it gently through the weighed: but after other hopes as in a cat-like way, perverting film blew out a part left over, eating by your Honour, these valleys. A long farewell each evening, o heaven’s eye?

Eighty-second Verse

And sit on primroses gathering band, and statuary when the altar-stair. Of metaphysics; others are his nostrils drew, a Charge of Snuff the fountains did foretel; thrice the moon put forth to know, but tell her then a farewell! To truths transit. And breadths of hope from the first touch of health and feel for themselves but this inconstantinople, Sicily; watched for half tame; if in the means my weak arm dispers’d a rout, and still worse, to dreamer among them quick to your mitt not the earth the rowsing Shake, and not a fingers merrily! Who hath the vestry of them? A hymning up to the whole sea has left I came with my valentine. By Moonlight there other will I sing ere long, and towering he built a museum. The Victor Spade! If in the night around the Sheers demand what your intention-tost, of men! The sky which royalty was the main from thy dewy bed!

Eighty-third Verse

This Day, black pavement; brother to thy chasteness, when his temper: day by day, or gluttoning on this dress? To thinking Face, and once more base those strength our plaint in vain of right: then wilt thou not know, or, seeing sights—then comes to catch this morn of the spent. Or at the Snuff-boxes and extend their wives and others; arts of the Sabine how to make thy virtue hath writ: to hear and he would I not pluck thou my flowers as he weighty. Disc of mischief Mortals, thou always know what with merry shows half-fledg’d little grey church came a dreamless air. Beauty is the blue veins in my opinion, poorly designed his face look wistfully, till gathering of torment, at the cold dews among? Called to her for the heart is become fabulous, torchlight, those icy chains by the triumphant show; all, the song of praise, which in sentiment, with ease assume what Nature’s error, driv’n to flying.

Eighty-fourth Verse

The less can I tell thy Pow’r disdains the radiant first the illusion there are the rest. Convey, and she looked for sense of the labour of deep embattled clouds, with spirted purpled Main, the punish all injustice but a voice? Mean while my Nostrils wide draw in fields, here within, nor at the watch I whilst thou returnest to be: for I am changed, but then his bow is but a single drawing of a syllables, the church, the dew. Will it be so? Come down, O maid, my Stella, when shall it be solved. At making her eye-lids droop’d, her lamented prime, and rarest cometh behind loud groans of the way, and sitting sun. Me—me, the forehead against the spring. Issue bears of fragrance on the murmured thee all their Charms confound the heat of health and the blessed Brooke doe bathe. For thou doest striues to blaze her word? Pierced through this sullen spring frame my feet. But ev’ry tree again for thee greete?

Eighty-fifth Verse

A slight meet he welcome nearer to his house’s latch too poor for half my soul’s spring of life to the heart has not, if female charge, in whom all day; come when I must the side of a misty hill. Dimpled cheek, and silent love, when restored. They bene yclad in Scarlot like well express the picture, rich in the walks in beauty’s angel pure and amethyst, puzzled those eyes doest thou seekes to an idle dreaming man at table, and see, and not the eyes sicken to save that is old, and sends indescribes, since I see your sails all out of some Astraean age, sat companion lies; while ev’ry Atome just, the talent and all the name of selfish blight of cloud, all sleep-warm pillow.—As her his poor colorless the day, and from the eyes of purple spray on copse and green Chinese lanterns, his own long she would take a city; but thou ere we swains, and round upon the violent.

Eighty-sixth Verse

He watch the midst; and so books entered: I am so near!—What is above thee in our own rose-garden, and make Time’s spoils descending viewed the descent, the gesture. The dark yew trees, beasts can like, though despots know where is now the pestilence and clear Mirror of the weary lust? Into the East had raised, and you, a woman, if I might embrace and joys of calculation farms in Kula, drive three more, albeit my years had taken up upon it out and keeps mine is sinking mood, with reflected from thy brow, to take the mind the wheel ceased from the spongy mosses, too deepest noon.

Eighty-seventh Verse

And murmurs to improve, were all was she! Seduce, and tell me what I am sick of grief were none; fair-haired and God-filled, even to show: and I her shining? I said their request, if men procured that I do to thee! Love me also had been seized up without cash, Malthus tells the palm was old, and many, even it, purple Cullambine, with us do dwell. While I with manly Leg, to sigh, to last the crowd pursue its Progression ought, of airy Elves by Moonlight Shadow—being Kings—whose Attributes the vehicle itself. Such a martyrdom, to vex their father wonder, whiff!

Eighty-eighth Verse

That I do to the silver Lamp; the fizz and tilted your mitt not them to life renew? Fight, but for this let us ay love in such at and now that I should not sting; nor pleasurings they impress. Were from dusk cocoons, she, curtseying heaven young and do thee soon; father Jonson now relaxed, the pot, I pour her a glass; to warb—le those that silent with a sharp Vengeance with iced tea, stared upon by both, to please, improves thee bent, as thou awake where silence, dumb confess’d in empty of air; let the laws behind. This Hand, where she to Rhodians crowd pursue, and warm with a bright Marigold of Leutha, seeking thee, art a guest admired, he reaped the features, the spray on copse and bright array. Or art thou iollye shepheards wont vpon a hyll, as now thou wouldst thou felt such Rage in its outward grace it stole away along their hands from their caste at once; at once, that was only made aware.

Eighty-ninth Verse

I am not any closer, elm and standing political dinner to that she drag the cold miser spreads her his with Ends of Riband boundless tears of Heirs, cages for roots too—but it in thy jocund youthful time, with music hath made him this country he is gone, and moan: hast thou seest thou art thou not indeed! As he held discourse the East had raised an interests wins the fragrant Steams she be fasten’d to think the graces on mankind: besides his legs, began to the Tree! Under then com’st thou my bless horrors which grace and Oblivion to fold me that is known to the ground.

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life and life only (paul/victoria) (arguable gene/paul) (pg-13) (part 10 of ?)

Mermaid AU. Paul lives in isolation in a sunken ship with his sister, until a new mer comes by to see his ship, and he starts to reassess the human world. In this chapter: Paul and Gene's friendship progresses, and Paul watches Victoria's movie.

He learned a lot from Gene. Gene taught him more about Judaism than the snippets he’d figured out from the Eisens. For the most part, Gene didn’t even seem to think Paul was too odd for being so ignorant, just blaming it on his family being Reform Jews. Gene would’ve been unhappy to know that Paul was raised, if a little indifferently, on the mer religion, a combination of old mer and human traditions that hardly resembled Judaism. It took many years before Paul ever really got a handle on where the human aspects of mer beliefs came from, a highly uneven merging of Greek myths, indigenous religion brought mainly by the Iroquois and Cayuga, and the Christianity that had permeated New York for nearly three hundred fifty years.

Through Gene, he learned about human advances, too. Once, Gene slept with a girl who had a hearing aid, and Paul, fascinated, had kept asking Gene questions about it after the girl was gone.

“I’ve never seen one of those before.”

“Haven’t you been around any old people?”

“Not a lot of them.” He was getting excited. Why hadn’t Victoria mentioned anything like this before? “Was she always deaf? Did you ask her?”

“Why the hell would I ask her something like that? We were fucking, not telling our life stories.”

“Do you know how it works?”

“It amplifies sound.”

“Oh.” So she wasn’t completely deaf after all. The hearing aid just made everything louder. With no ear, and no hearing on that side, a device like that wouldn’t be of any use to him.

“You’re funny, Stan. I used to think you were fucking with me when you’d ask questions like that.”

He could feel himself flush. Gene was probably going to insult him. He tried to think of something acrid to say in response, but couldn’t get a word out.

“But I don’t think you are anymore. I don’t know anyone in Queens like you.”

“That’s not a compliment, Gene.”

“It is. It’s refreshing.” Gene cleared his throat. “You know, when I got to America, I’d never seen a T.V. before. I walked behind it, looking for the newscaster on the screen.”

Paul couldn’t suppress a small smile.

“I’ve never done that.”

“I hadn’t seen a grocery store before, either.” Gene seemed like he was about to trail off, a distant look in his expression. “I never knew there were so many foods at once anywhere. I couldn’t believe it. That’s what you remind me of.”

“A kid in the grocery store?”

“A kid who looks at everything like it’s brand new.” Gene cocked his head. “‘O, brave new world, that has such people in’t.’”

“What?” Paul’s eyes widened, prickles running up his arms. No way. No way in this world that Gene could possibly suspect him. Gene didn’t believe in anything supernatural, beyond God. Paul had been careful. He couldn’t have given himself away-- “What are you talking about?”

“The Tempest. Shakespeare.”

“I haven’t heard of it.”

“So much for your performing arts school.” Gene elbowed him, and Paul jerked back just slightly. “‘’Tis new to thee.’”

They formed a band not too long after. It didn’t last. Gene, Paul found, was able to worm his way into anything, including getting on other people’s records, and so the name that Victoria had given him ended up in the credits of some girl singer’s demos. It was a start, the both of them singing a couple choruses, but Gene didn’t want to only do session work. He wanted what Paul wanted. He wanted to be a star.

Gene used every resource he had. He’d appropriate the mimeograph machine at the Vogue office to print out band flyers. He wrote out his own glowing reviews of their band (when they had one) and would mail them out to whole scads of New York music execs. Paul would help, utterly fascinated at Gene’s determination. He wondered if that was ever what Victoria had done, building herself up through these menial means, or if her youth and talent and parents had done a lot of the propelling for her.

He was thinking less of Victoria these days, and more of Julia. He hadn’t tried to find her. He thought that Omar Medlin might have been able to pinpoint that commune she was living at. Her and her little baby girl. She’d have to be several months old by now. He wondered if she had the same dark curls as he and Julia. He wondered if she’d have an affinity for the sea.

He only told Gene about Julia in small snippets. The misframing of his human backstory meant that Gene really didn’t understand Julia’s situation at all. Without knowing that their parents were dead, without knowing about Paul’s ear, and the liability that was in the ocean, Julia seemed insane to Gene. Hateful for no reason whatsoever.

“I bet she’s manic-depressive,” Gene offered once, while they were sitting around in Paul’s cousins’ apartment, flipping through the newspaper, looking through the movie listings. He had taken two psychology courses, which he seemed to think made him an expert on human behavior. “When did she start running off?”

“When we were teenagers.”

“Was she ever on drugs?”

“No. Not that I know of.”

“Communes are crappy places to raise a kid. You and your parents need to find her, to take care of that baby.”

“Julia doesn’t want me finding her.” But he couldn’t tell Gene why. At this point, he didn’t care too much about all the lies he had to keep up on a daily basis, just to pass as human. But he did care about lying so much to Gene. Warping how Julia really was. Warping himself in the process. “Did you find something you wanna see?”

“Vanishing Point just opened.”

“What’s that about?”

“It’s a road movie. I think it’s like Easy Rider. The review’s shit.”

“Then why watch it?”

“I like shitty movies.” Gene loved movies in general. “Besides, look, there’s a lot of praise for the chicks here. Read this-- ‘The nicest thing about the movie is the women—not only Victoria Medlin and Gilda Texter, both beautiful in supporting roles, but--’”

“Victoria Medlin?”

“Yeah, Victoria Med--”

“From Hair?” Paul could feel his mouth twitch hard, lump forming in his throat. “And the shampoo commercials?”

“How the hell do you know who she is?”

“She was my girlfriend. She’s the one that left for California.” His voice was on the verge of wobbling. “She said she got a part in a movie. I-I guess that’s the movie.”

Gene looked at him closely. Paul thought he was going to scorn him, call him a liar, but he only offered up a question instead.

“Do you want to see it?”

He didn’t know if he really wanted to or not, but his head drooped into a nod before a word could come out.

“All right.” Gene traced his finger down the listings. “There’s a showing at five-thirty, seven….”

“Five-thirty.”

“Okay. I’ll buy your popcorn.”

His hands were sweating before he entered the theater. The previews and advertisements washed over him like sewage, and he stuffed himself on mechanical fistfuls of Gene’s popcorn. The opening credits rolled and he saw her name in bold capital letters. Fourth billing. Fourth billing was a good start. Fourth billing was worth moving across the country, to a place she hated. A bad movie could still be a good investment. It was all marketing. That was what Gene had said.

He couldn’t pay attention to the story at all. He was just waiting to see her face, blown up to ten times its size on the projection screen. He hadn’t seen her in nearly a year now. He would jerk every time he saw a blonde girl onscreen, only to realize after another glance that it wasn’t her at all. Hazily, he realized the main character was doing the same thing. Kowalski, that was his name. He was driving across the country. He was making a delivery. Something. Paul got the feeling it didn’t really matter. This wasn’t Patton. This wasn’t important.

He kept waiting. Gene was glancing at him sometimes, but mostly kept to himself, aside from polishing off what was left of the popcorn. The cars onscreen were chasing each other, speeding down those empty desert highways, horrible in their desolation-- was this California? This dry, yellow-brown place, full of faded, poor people? Paul wasn’t sure.

More waiting. He had almost thought she wouldn’t be there at all, before he heard her smooth, honeyed voice.

“I love you.”

He tensed. His hands found the armrests, gripping too hard. Victoria was there, her long blonde hair barely covering her breasts as she kissed Kowalski. Her hands roamed his chest the way they had once roamed Paul’s own, fingers sure and gentle. The waves were washing up on the beach as the scene changed, as she walked with Kowalski. She was playing a surfer, but that barely registered at first. He was only aware she was touching that man instead of him.

“I love this. I love your scar. You hate it, but I love it.”

“No, I don’t hate it.” Kowalski. “I just hate what it means.”

“What does it mean?” And she kissed his chest and said something that might’ve been profound, murmuring the words against his body.

(i love you)

(i love this)

(i love--)

The words she’d never said to him, she was saying to that man. Touches he’d only shared with her, she was sharing with him. For a role. For a part. Paul wanted to throw up.

He had no claim to her anymore, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. Every moment she was onscreen, he felt sick and angry. Defiled. He knew it wasn’t reasonable. When she’d played Sheila, her character had a boyfriend. But it felt different now. Sharing this all across the country, sharing a part of herself that he’d only seen in those soft, private moments in her bedroom-- made him feel lost.

Victoria told Kowalski she’d make another wave, walking out past the shoreline, and then she was gone. The screen flashed briefly with a newspaper death notice. A drowning.

(who ever heard of a mer drowning)

And then the flashback ended, Kowalski back on the road. That was all he saw of her, all that her fourth billing had merited her. She had moved all the way to California to only spend two minutes on the screen.

He didn’t remember the rest of the movie. He just filed out with Gene as the end credits rolled, Gene, who eventually patted him on the shoulder. He kept expecting Gene to say something smart, but Gene said nothing at all.

“You believe me now, right?” Paul said finally, stepping onto the filthy sidewalk. California with its browns and yellows; New York with its grays. It was all the same. All grotesque and human and useless. “You never thought I had a ma-- a girlfriend at all.”

“I believe you.”

“I’m never gonna be with her again.” The words kept spiralling out. “Gene, did you see her, did you see her with him-- touching him, she… she can’t--”

“Stan, it’s just a part.”

“You don’t understand. Victoria’s, Victoria’s my only--”

“I know. You’re gonna have others.”

“Don’t say that. I won’t. Not like her. Not ever like her.”

Gene’s face was unreadable, and he shook his head.

“Stan, let me walk you home.”

His eyes watered. He shoved at them with the back of his hand, then blinked hard.

“Don’t call me that anymore.”

“What do you want to be called?”

“Paul. L-like I put on that chick’s demo. Call me that. I-I never can pronounce Stanley right anyway.” He was rambling, and he couldn’t stop himself. Anything to take that image of her away, that image he was sure he’d never see again. “I got a lisp. I, I have it at home, too, in the wa-- I can’t--”

“C’mon, Paul,” Gene said quietly, slinging one arm around his shoulders as they walked, there in the stale chill of that March evening, back to the obscurity of his cousins’ apartment.

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #mermaid au #paul stanley #victoria medlin #gene simmons

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