#self ⧼ the shadow is mine and so is the valley ⧽

[violetasteracademic]

Golden Doe in a Valley of Shadow: Chapter Three (Ao3 Azriel x Elain Fanfic)

Chapter three is finally out, and Elain and Azriel are *finally* alone together to face what happened on Solstice.

I do have all relevant warnings and tags on Ao3, but just a friendly reminder that this is an angst/fluff/smutwithplot romance with some darker themes like self harm, pain with pleasure, and light bondage. We are just now getting a peek into the dynamic between Az and Elain this chapter (thank you guys for being patient and giving the story a chance!) but if any of those themes might be triggering or disturbing to you, now is the time to halt. It is only going to crank up from here on out!

Link to Ao3 on the bottom! Here is a little sneak peak into this next chapter.

Prieview:

Azriel

“You said you didn’t want me,” Elain said as she got to her feet and quickly backed away to the other side of the room.

“I never said that,” Azriel growled, rising to his feet as well.

“You said it was a mistake,” She replied. That icy, distant exterior drawing itself over her again. She kept moving away from him until her back hit the wall. “You said it was a mistake, and then you left. You were just gone. Completely gone. I didn’t hear from you for a week, Azriel, and I thought it would be much longer than that before I did. You made me think that I… that I had gotten things so wrong. I thought I was crazy. And then out of the blue you are asking me to meet you in the middle of the night because... because you’re mine. What is it you expect me to say? Is this just going to be another mistake for you?”

Azriel leaned over her, his forearms nearly shaking with rage and restraint. How could she possibly believe that he didn’t want her? He had never, never lost his temper over her like he had to Rhysand that night. He had been so careful, his mask always in place. But his brother saw right through him. Saw how desperately he needed her. Never in five hundred years had any of his loved ones been able to properly guess at what was going on in his mind.

He had made her feel unwanted. It needed to be rectified immediately. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “The only mistake was trying to kiss you for the first time in a house full of people who could hear us. Because I wouldn’t have been able to stop, Elain. I would have gotten on my knees in front of you until you were screaming my name loud enough for your mate to hear.”

Azriel’s gaze dripped down Elain’s body. His nostrils flared as he watched her nipples peak through her nightgown. He hardened immediately, and pressed himself between her legs, shucking the flimsy material up her thighs. She gasped, and a flush spread over her skin as she bucked in response, her hands searching for purchase on the wall behind her. Those thin straps keeping her dress up could easily be snapped between his fingers. He ran his nose along her neck, letting his breath travel over her skin. He ground harder into her as he watched goosebumps pebble in the wake of his touch. “Does this feel like I don’t want you, Elain?”

*titters and runs away*

Enjoy, lovelies!

#elriel #elain x azriel #elriel fanfic #spicy elriel fanfic #elriel endgame #pro elriel #pro elain archeron #elain archeron supremacy #azriel x elain

[garbagepile]

Shadow knights headcanons

Shadow knights are an interesting species. Many people seem to have various headcanons on them. So here is a post with mine.

The basics

There are four ways a someone can become a shadowknight,

Firstly, by dying in the nether. You can reject becoming a shadowknight despite dying in the nether though. Unless the nether portal is closed.

Secondly, through a ritual. It is basically impossible to reject becoming a shadowknight under these circumstances. All that is needed is a dead or alive body that is mostly intact. Rejecting becoming a shadowknight under these circumstances is basically impossible, since you are quite literally tortured into becoming one. By far the most painful method. But the ritual can be hard to pull off.

Thirdly, through a death of betrayal. Shad was betrayed and backstabbed by most of the other dive warriors. So in turn, when one dies by betrayal, or the person believes they died through betrayal. Shad empathises with them, understands them. And is able to turn them into a shadowknight through these bitter feelings. Shadowknight who died through betrayal are likely to be disproportionately upset about it. Because of these feelings being amplified. Due to your emotions being messed with, it’s hard to escape from. It can even be an imagined betrayal. The feeling doesn’t need to be anger, it could also be sadness and sorrow.

Fourthly, anyone who is able to wield Shad’s relic. If it’s because of blood, the shadow knight transformation can be rejected. But, if it’s through a similar personality, it can’t. Shadow knights from this category tend to be Shad’s favourites.

Classes

With the new nether update, I like the idea of there being different shadowknight variants based on the new biomes. I decided to mix this in with the shadowknight doll headcanon flying around. Each shadowknight class is based on another type of doll. The class you are in depends mostly on how you died. If you death falls under multiple categories of the ones listed above it’s based on whatever is the most important. Any sort of shadowknight can be from any area. Their armour and weapon design is just different depending what class they are to resemble “where they’re from” so to say.

Crimson Forest

First off, let’s start with this beauty. The most notable of this area is the wood found within this area. So shadowknights from this area are like wooden dolls. Shadowknights that are linked to this area are the ones who died in the nether.

Warped forest

The shadow knights from this area resemble paper mache dolls. Since there is wood in this area too and paper comes from wood. This area is blue coloured. So due to the biome colour, I gave it the more colourful paper mache dolls. Shadow knights from this area died from a betrayal.

Nether waste

The shadow knights from this area are the ones who died through a ritual. The stuffed dolls. All shadowknights can be found within any nether area, not just the one they “came from”. But there are especially many types of shadow knights found within this area.

Basalt deltas

The shadow knights here are based on dolls made of porcelain or wax. This is due to the higher spawn rate of quartz within this area. These are Shad’s most special shadowknights. The ones able to theoretically wield his relic and some exceptions. His favourites. The ones he saw the most potential in. Who should be in another class but aren’t due to this favouritism.

Soul sand valleys

This is where the shadow souls are. These underrated fellas.

They are shadow knights without a body. They once were shadow knights without immortality. But then they died. And now they are without a body, or a sense of self. They are quick and weak, and far gone. Gaining immortality basically means gaining an immortal body, their souls stay ‘alive’ until Shad gets defeated and they will finally be able to rest.

Other important things to note

Shadow knights are also resilient to extremely hot temperatures, and can bathe in lava. But they cannot handle the cold at all.

They also have their own food palette. They can eat plants humans can’t, and humans can eat plants shadowknights can’t. I may make a post elaborating on this.

The differences between immortal Shadow Knights and the ones that aren’t quite immortal yet.

Getting immortality basically means that they get an immortal body. It’s both gaining and losing your humanity. Mortal Shadow Knights are only partially doll-like, they still have parts of flesh and blood. Flesh that is rotting away. Gaining immortality makes your entire body doll-like, it gets rid of your human body entirely. It gets rid of the ugly rotting parts, of the horrid smell surrounding them. But something still looks off about them, as they aren’t made out of flesh. They’re like living dolls. While mortal shadow knights are like zombies with doll parts. A doll shell so to speak, easily breakable.

#aphverse #shadowknights #minecraft diaries #shadow knights #aphmau #shadowknight #shadow knight

[osatokun]

What's the story behind the little bat pin/symbol that seem to be worn on a lot of Charlie's tops?

Charlie doesn't really have much ornaments, but he had these silver pins, a couple of bats. And, in the beginning of their relationships (they had such a quick start..) he gave one of them to Gilnda, singing a line from Danny Boy - But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow, It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow, Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so It wasn't intended, but he filled Glinda's pin with his obtenebration shadow. Glinda smiled at him and filled his pin with her own power, so her pin is now black and his is green. It's this exact scene

For Charlie obtenebration isn't something he ever wanted to have. A few months before this scene, he fought a Dragon, Glinda's husband. He almost lost, but he didn't want Glinda, Monica or Veronica to die, so he let a demon in. Demon escaped. but left obtebebration, a mark of the , the curse that follows Charlie from now on. Glinda's power, however, comes from a curse too. When she was a young queen she almost started an apocalypse in desire to save Changelings from extinction. She was talked into giving birth to a spirit-changeling creature. She was stopped and prisoned (in a golden cage), her changeling self fell asleep. But the spirit escaped to the deep Umbra. Now her power comes form a curse that connects her and her "child". And spirit wishes only for destruction and pain, so if her power goes out of control .. well, I'll finish a picture about it soon. So yeah, by that time they proved how much they trust each other. He revelated his real name to her, they started to live together, fight together, he woke her changeling self, he fought her ex husband on the changeling court and she told him (and him only) the whole story of his past. So the bats now are the symbol of trust and their strong bound. I carry your curse, you carry mine and we go forward together whatever future hold. I'm glad you noticed the bats! they are really important!

#charlie #glinda #vamily #vtm #vampire the masquerade #wod #ask #ctd #malkavian #sidhe

[gcdwinged]

FINAL FANTASY VERSE DUMP

final fantasy ix verse: ordained thy crystal doomed

gaia seemed like the perfect planet to become the new terra. or at least, that is what garland thought. when he tried to fuse the crystal’s together, a dark force rejected the terran crystal and foiled garland’s plans. this dark force was none other than sephiroth who had already claimed gaia as his own. sephiroth and garland become locked in a cold war over gaia’s crystal for thousands of years. 

sephiroth, with his mastery over hallucinations steered kuja into discovering garland deemed him a failure. with the creation of zidane, sephiroth’s main goal is to foil his programming and make sure he doesn’t not bring about gaia’s end. to anyone outside of garland and kuja, sephiroth veils himself as a benevolent being whose only intention is to save gaia.

final fantasy x verse: come to me o’ boundless souls

this is going under the assumption that final fantasy x and vii take place in the same universe. this verse also takes place after the events of the remake from sephiroth’s perspective.

with the planet’s defenses finally destroyed, sephiroth holds free reign over time. as now a constant of the universe, sephiroth is able to send one self to the recent past to try and change his fate with cloud and company while he sends another self to the distance past. it is in this distance past that he discovers spira and the farplane. seeing a source of energy like the lifestream, sephiroth now plans to use the farplane as a fail safe should he fail again to absorb the power of the lifestream. he becomes interested in yuna as a summoner and seeks to understand more through following her as a shadow.

final fantasy xiii verse: when chaos comes knocking

when bhunivelze fell into a crystallized sleep, pulse created the first fal’cie without divine influence. this fal’cie was sephiroth. originally tasked with helping pulse find the unseen realm, he is the one who discovered the link between the chaos within human souls and the realm they seek to find. when humans began to populate pulse and cocoon, it was he who instigated the war of transgressions through his use of hallucinations and deceptions in order to kill enough humans to rip the gates open.

it was when etro intervened that sephiroth first discovered that she, created without power, found the ability to manipulate the world through the power of chaos. wanting this power for himself, he soon began to seek the unseen realm for the sole purpose of becoming the new god of death. to do so, he seeks to find and kill etro by changing the timeline. his meddling creating enough of an effect to kill many iterations of the seeress yeul and setting caius ballad off on his quest to destroy time.

by the time bhunivelze awakens and decides to create a new world without chaos, sephiroth attempts to guide the savior towards defying bhunivelze in the hopes of keeping a world where he can be the god of death.

final fantasy xiv: the shadow is mine and so is the valley.

on the thirteenth shard of the star, the nightmares of amaurot remained etched upon the earth. having discovered the fossilized remains of an ancient creation, humanity sought to achieve that power for themselves. thus, the jenova project was created and with it, the super soldier and hero sephiroth. originally bred to be a warrior of light, the ascian igeyorhm took it upon herself to use sephiroth as a pawn to bring about a rejoining.

after discovering the experiments that created him, sephiroth went mad. however, his delusions of grandeur became too much for the sundered ascian to take care of on her own and sephiroth’s overwhelming defeating of the true warrior of light brought about the flood of darkness that irrevocably changed the thirteenth shard forever. 

however, sephiroth did not perish in the flood. instead, becoming an incredibly powerful voidsent with his will still intact thanks to the ancient power within him. believing himself to be an ancient and the true denizen of the star, sephiroth now seeks to become a new god unburdened with the need for prayer like the primals.

final fantasy xv verse: heaven’s dark harbinger

when adagium was found imprisoned in angelgard, the niflheim empire was also able to covet some of the starscourge trapped within the destroyer’s body. before turning to a magitek army, verstael first tried to make an army of super soldiers using daemonic miasma. the result was sephiroth. though he was the perfect soldier verstael intended, creating an army like him was not time or cost effective and so he turned towards the idea of magitek. however, sephiroth remained in service and rose through the ranks of niflheim. though he is unaware of his creation, ardyn does.

final fantasy xiv: the shadow is mine and so is the valley.

on the thirteenth shard of the star, the nightmares of amaurot remained etched upon the earth. having discovered the fossilized remains of an ancient creation, humanity sought to achieve that power for themselves. thus, the jenova project was created and with it, the super soldier and hero sephiroth. originally bred to be a warrior of light, the ascian igeyorhm took it upon herself to use sephiroth as a pawn to bring about a rejoining.

after discovering the experiments that created him, sephiroth went mad. however, his delusions of grandeur became too much for the sundered ascian to take care of on her own and sephiroth’s overwhelming defeating of the true warrior of light brought about the flood of darkness that irrevocably changed the thirteenth shard forever. 

however, sephiroth did not perish in the flood. instead, becoming an incredibly powerful voidsent with his will still intact thanks to the ancient power within him. believing himself to be an ancient and the true denizen of the star, sephiroth now seeks to become a new god unburdened with the need for prayer like the primals.

final fantasy xiv: imposter in his image

when ultima forsook them, the circle of malius attempted to create a divine child to commune with their lost god. sephiroth was created by infusing aether directly from the dzemekys mothercrystal with a mother already with child. this was part of the sin that swept the mothercrystal from the world. while the fallen were punished for attempting to use the divine for their own personal gain, the mother still gave birth to a son drenched in aether.

sephiroth is not the perfect creation he was meant to be. though he has the same amount of aether within him as an eikon, he does not share in their powers. he is a bearer in the sense that he can cast magic without a crystal but on a scale far exceeding those of the common man. however, he did have a connection to ultima as the surviving remnant of the mothercrystal's aether which allowed ultima to twist sephiroth's mind.

after learning that he was created through sin, sephiroth grew made and seeks to destroy all humans to make the world ready for ultima's people. like barnabas, his link to ultima means he does not age and as continued to serve through the decades. he is now a general in waloed, though his true loyalties lie with ultima.

#ooc. #i took all the ones from my old blog and put it into one place #plus added a xiv one #which i hope makes sense cause 16 lore is so so dense

[therecordchanger62279]

MY LIFE IN 10 SONGS

Writing an autobiography is something I always thought of doing, but I’d never see it published because my life is only interesting to me. I would also be reluctant to “name names” or to reveal too much of my personal life to a broader public. Even my friends don’t really know me at all. They all have an idea of who I used to be when they met me, and spent time around me. But now I live a very insulated existence, and none of those I consider true friends (and the list is now very, very short) have even seen me in the past decade, or longer. I have changed in ways they could never begin to imagine or to understand. I have experienced life-changing events, some of them traumatic, of which they are completely unaware because they simply aren’t interested. They never ask about me, never ask how I’m doing. You hear of people dying sometimes in their homes, and their bodies aren’t discovered for weeks or even months. If my wife passes before I do, I’m a candidate for that kind of ending.

But the challenge of putting a life on paper, and trying to make sense of it is something most writers aspire to. So, I started thinking that I might let others do the work for me, and I drew up a list of ten songs that would tell the story of my life as I see it, but in words that are not mine.

Each of the ten songs is designed to convey a sketch of my life as I lived it, and the list as a whole works as point-to-point navigation from the beginning to the end. I’ll list the title, artist, and a brief comment or two that offers some perspective. They are listed chronologically.

   1. Born Under a Bad Sign – Albert King. The first event of my life after birth was that I was put up for adoption. I spent the first two months of my life in an orphanage.

   2. Pleasant Valley Sunday – The Monkees. I was adopted by a middle-class couple. My name was changed, and I was gifted with a mostly safe, and quiet life in the suburbs. The images in this song are very familiar to me.

   3. I Am a Town – Mary-Chapin Carpenter. Lyrically, this is an autobiography of a town. But it is also where I grew up, and what I saw when we travelled. Those images defined, and shaped me through the early years of my life.

   4. I Should’ve Been a Cowboy – Toby Keith. In my earliest days, I wanted to be nothing more than a cowboy, living a simple life, unafraid of a hard day’s labor as long as it provided me with some sense of security, and fed me spiritually. There wasn’t much call for cowboys by the time I had to choose. As it turned out, my original instincts were correct. If only I could’ve been a cowboy, maybe my life would have been what I hoped.

   5. Hellhound on My Trail – Robert Johnson. My working years were gradually overwhelmed by a sense that there was, and always had been a shadow following me, and no matter what I did, no real lasting good would ever come to me.

   6. Is That All There Is? – Peggy Lee. Eventually, the shadow caught up with me, and rather than fight, I surrendered, and made my peace with it. Peggy Lee posed the question. The answer I got was, “Yeah, I’m afraid so.”

   7. No One To Run With – Allman Brothers Band. As the places faded into memory, the people all began to drift away, too.

   8. Alone Again (Naturally) – Gilbert O’Sullivan. A lot of people found this song self-pitying when it was released. The rest of us understood it. All the events, and the people who populate a life, fall away in the end, and we, each of us, dies alone. And contained in the song, too, something that most people missed, was the best reason for not committing suicide – nobody would care anyway.

   9. Another Tricky Day – The Who. So, you go on living out the days, one after another. The best you can do is hang on to something to try and survive. I’ll hang on to the music.

 10. High Hopes – Pink Floyd. A final summation of a life lived.

[cassieuncaged]

Ship Songs

List 5-10 songs that relate to your OTP

Tagged by @roofgeese and @aceghosts.

No pressure tags: @emotionalcadaver, @emilynightshade89, @areyenotfondofmelobster, @poisonedtruth, @confidentandgood, @unholymilf, @voidika @captastra and anyone I might have missed

OTP: Dog Tags and Flower Crowns - Maggie x Elias

I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison

All I have is yours All you see is mine And I'm glad to hold you in my arms I'd have you anytime

Strange Powers - Magnetic Fields

The Sun falls down like honey The Moon pours down like mercury The stars fall down like money And you come back to me And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers And I can't sleep 'Cause you got strange powers You're in my dreams Strange powers

Our House - Crosby, Stills, and Nash

I'll light the fire, while you place the flowers In the vase that you bought today. Staring at the fire for hours and hours, While I listen to you play your love songs All night long for me, only for me. Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, Everything is done. Such a cozy room, the windows are illuminated By the evening sunshine through them, Fiery gems for you, only for you.

Moonlight Mile - The Rolling Stones

Oh, I'm sleeping under strange, strange skies Just another mad, mad day on the road My dreams is fading down the railway line I'm just about a moonlight mile down the road, yeah, yeah

I'm hiding, sister and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm hiding, baby and I'm dreaming I'm riding down your moonlight mile I'm riding down your moonlight mile

He's My Baby - Noire

He's my baby Ain't it something I'm a mess all for you Walking home, just to hear you say "Hey baby how's your day?"

Don't go changing, I will believe in you Don't know if you'd stay, it's all good if you do

OTP: Dancing in the Flames - Wren x Rick

Chinatown - Bleachers

But a girl like you Could rip me out of my head Black tears on your cheek I want them in my bed I'll take you out of the city Honey, right into the shadow 'Cause I wanna find tomorrow Yeah, I wanna find tomorrow

Self Control - Laura Branigan

Oh, the night is my world City light painted girl In the day nothing matters It's the night time that flatters

In the night, no control Through the wall something's breaking Wearing white as you're walkin' Down the street of my soul

Only You - Yazoo

This is going to take a long time And I wonder what's mine Can't take no more Wonder if you'll understand It's just the touch of your hand Behind a closed door

So Alive - Love and Rockets

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby But your hair is long and brown Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long And you don't come from this town

My head is full of magic, baby And I can't share this with you The feel I'm on a cross again, lately But there's nothing to do with you

I'm on Fire - Bruce Springsteen

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet And a freight train running through the middle of my head Only you can cool my desire

OTP: Bullets, Bombs and Baggage - Reggie x John

John Wayne - Lady Gaga

3 a.m., Mustang speedin' Two lovers, headed for a dead end Too fast, hold tight, he laughs Runnin' through the red lights Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin' Big swig, toss another beer can Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight

Every John is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne

Disorder - Joy Division

What means to you, what means to me And we will meet again I'm watching you, I'm watching Oh I'll take no pity from your friends Who is right? Who can tell? And who gives a damn right now? Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know Until the spirit new sensation takes hold Then you know

I Can Change - LCD Sound System

Oh, this is the time, the very best time So give me a line and take me home Take me over But dashing the hopes, dashing the hopes And smashing the pride The morning's got you on the ropes, oh

Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down I can see you standin' next to me In and out somewhere else right now You sigh, look away I can see it clear as day Close your eyes, so afraid Hide behind that baby face

Heavenly - Cigarettes After Sex

Needing you now to come into me Feeling it slow, over this dream Touch me with a kiss, feel me on your lips

When you're above feeling it still Tell me it's love, tell me it's real Touch me with a kiss, touch me with a kiss

#ship songs #long post #otp: dog tags and flower crowns #otp: dancing in the flames #otp: bullets bombs and baggage

[theprincessbt]

Bible Verses for Fear

Isaiah 41:10 - “Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

Jeremiah 42:11 - “Do not fear the king of Babylon, of whom you are afraid. Do not fear him, declares the Lord, for I am with you, to save you and to deliver you from his hand.”

Isaiah 43:1 - “But now thus says the Lord, he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you O Israel: ‘Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are Mine.’”

Joel 2:21 - “Fear not, O land; be glad and rejoice, for the Lord has done great things!”

Matthew 10:26 - “So have no fear of them, for nothing is covered that will not be revealed or hidden that will not be known.”

Matthew 10:28 - “And do not fear those who can kill the body, but cannot kill the soul. Rather, fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell.”

2 Timothy 1:7 - “...for God gave us a spirit not of fear, but of power, love, and self-control.”

Hebrews 13:6 - “So we can confidently say, ‘The Lord is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to me?”

1 John 4:18 - “There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love.”

Psalms 23:4 - “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.”

Psalms 27:1 - “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?”

Psalms 91:4-5 - “He will cover you with his pinions, and under His wings, you will find refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day.”

Proverbs 3:23-24 - “Then you will walk on your way securely, and your foot will not stumble. If you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.”

Psalms 56:3-4 - “When I am afraid, I put my trust in you. In God, Whose Word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?

Deuteronomy 31:6 - “Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.”

Joshua 1:9 - “Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord will be with you wherever you go.”

Matthew 6:26-27 - “Can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?”

Matthew 6:33-34 “ Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its’ own.”

John 14:25-27 - “Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”

#bible #bible study #bible verses #bible verse #fear #Jesus #Jesus Christ #God #faith #faith in God #Christian #Christianity

[lindajenni]

jan 7

sunday solace - the upward trek

"and they heard a great voice from heaven saying unto them, come up hither.  and they ascended up to heaven in a cloud; and their enemies beheld them." rev 11:12 still upward be thine onward course: for this i pray today;still upward as the years go by, and seasons pass away.still upward in this coming year, thy path is all untried;still upward may’st thou journey on, close by thy Savior’s side.still upward e’en though sorrow come, and trials crush thine heart;still upward may they draw thy soul, with Christ to walk apart.still upward till the day shall break, and shadows all have flown;still upward till in heaven you wake, and stand before the throne.

we ought not to rest content in the mists of the valley when the summit awaits us.  how pure are the dews of the hills, how fresh is the mountain air, how rich the fare of the dwellers aloft, whose windows look into the new jerusalem! "many saints are content to live like men in coal mines, who see not the sun.  tears mar their faces when they might anoint them with celestial oil.  satisfied i am that many a believer pines in a dungeon when he might walk on the palace roof, and view the goodly land and lebanon.  rouse thee, o believer, from thy low condition!  cast away thy sloth, thy lethargy, thy coldness, or whatever interferes with thy chaste and pure love to Christ.  make Him the source, the center, and the circumference of all thy soul’s range of delight.  rest no longer satisfied with thy dwarfish attainments.  aspire to a higher, a nobler, a fuller life.  upward to heaven!  nearer to God!" — spurgeon i want to scale the utmost height, and catch a gleam of glory bright; but still i’ll pray, till heaven i’ve found, Lord, lead me on to higher ground!

"not many of us are living at our best.  we linger in the lowlands because we are afraid to climb the mountains.  the steepness and ruggedness dismay us, and so we stay in the misty valleys and do not learn the mystery of the hills.  we do not know what we lose in our self-indulgence, what glory awaits us if only we had courage for the mountain climb, what blessing we should find if only we would move to the uplands of God." — J. R. M too low they build who build beneath the stars.” modified from streams in the desert ------- we are all called to climb higher; to meet our full potential at the summit.  free will dictates whether we will or not, but the call echoes in every heart.  this is where the rubber meets the road.  it is where our efforts, resolve, or viability are put to the test; the point at which things become truly or meaningfully challenging. "for as yet you have not come to the rest and the inheritance which the Lord your God is giving you." deut 12:9  our trek remains upwards to loftier heights we have never dared before.  His call beckons us on and up.

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus #jesus is coming

[tomorrowedblog]

Friday Releases for September 15

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for September 15 include El Conde, The Outlaw Johnny Black, Magic 3, and more.

El Conde

El Conde, the new movie from Pablo Larraín, is out today.

Pablo Larraín’s new film is a satire that portrays a universe in which Augusto Pinochet, a 250-year-old vampire who, tired of being remembered as a thief, decides to die.

The Outlaw Johnny Black

The Outlaw Johnny Black, the new movie from Michael Jai White, is out today.

Hell bent on avenging the death of his father, Johnny Black vows to gun down Brett Clayton and becomes a wanted man in the process while posing as a preacher in a small mining town that’s been taken over by a notorious Land Baron.

A Haunting In Venice

A Haunting In Venice, the new movie from Kenneth Branagh, is out today.

“A Haunting in Venice” is a terrifying mystery featuring the return of the celebrated sleuth, Hercule Poirot. Now retired and living in self-imposed exile in the world’s most glamorous city, Poirot reluctantly attends a séance at a decaying, haunted palazzo. When one of the guests is murdered, the detective is thrust into a sinister world of shadows and secrets.

A Million Miles Away

A Million Miles Away, the new movie from Alejandra Márquez Abella, is out today.

Inspired by the real-life story of NASA flight engineer José Hernández, A Million Miles Away follows him and his devoted family of proud migrant farm workers on a decades-long journey, from a rural village in Michoacán, Mexico, to the fields of the San Joaquin Valley, to more than 200 miles above the Earth in the International Space Station. With the unwavering support of his hard-working parents, relatives and teachers, José’s unrelenting drive & determination culminates in the opportunity to achieve his seemingly impossible goal.

Rebel

Rebel, the new movie from Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah, is out today.

“Rebel” the dazzling and audacious new film from Adil El Arbi and Bilall Fallah (“Bad Boys for Life,” “Batgirl”) tells the story of Kamal (Aboubakr Bensaihi), who resolves to change his life for the better, leaving Belgium to help war victims in Syria. But, having arrived, he is forced to join a militia and is left stranded in Raqqa. Back home, his younger brother Nassim (Amir El Arbi) quickly becomes easy prey for radical recruiters, who promise to reunite him with his brother. Their mother, Leila (Lubna Azabal), fights to protect the only thing she has left: her youngest son.

Wilderness

Wilderness, the new TV series from Marnie Dickens, is out today.

The perfect marriage. The perfect trip. The perfect place for an accident? The dream trip of Liv (Jenna Coleman) & Will (Oliver Jackson-Cohen) is shattered when Liv discovers her husband’s dark secret. What lengths will Liv go to to seek revenge?

Magic 3

Magic 3, the new album from Nas and Hit-Boy, is out today.

#Movies #TV #Music #News

[kejaba]

A map of Gutter, the town I've had some players kicking around in for a few sessions of Tunnel Goons. I'm not much of an artist but this was fun to draw!

That's a river wharf on the right, and a sheer cliffside dotted with empty mines upwards on the left--Gutter is the only real city in a deep valley, with inhospitable badlands atop the valley walls. Due to a quirk of geography and economy, passage into the city is much cheaper than passage out is, so folks tend to have a way of getting stuck here.

Each color on the map is a different district:

Orange - the old mining district. Once bustling, but mostly private residences and bars since the mines dried up.

Green - market district. Mostly temporary trading tents and commerce. Goods from the wharf are moved into the city and redirected along the roads. Not much stays in Gutter and what does tends to be overpriced.

Blue - fishing district. Also contains some warehouses. This is an extension of the market district in many ways, but at least the fish are fresh and relatively cheap.

Red - administrative district. Home to the mayor's offices, barracks for The Guard, a small but surprisingly well stocked library, and scattered temples.

Purple - mage's district. Back when the mines were operational, they brought out large quantities of arcane crystals that were invaluable to mages. Now that the mines are dry, this district is a shadow of its former self. Half the mages here are charlatans and tricksters, but some powerful few remain.

Dark blue/green - these two districts are where the money flows. Robber-barons sit in ivory towers and expansive mansions. North-siders and South-siders hate each others guts, but not half as much as most of the city hates them both.

I'm not the main DM for this group but I've been running B-side sessions when we're missing people and it's been a blast. I've grown very attached to this town already.

#tunnel goons #ttrpg #dnd

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 40: Research

WEDNESDAY - FALL 24

Abigail needed one more day to recover, which left Achilles one extra day to stew in his own… self-loathing, of sorts. 

You don’t want this. 

But you have to. 

Guilt. That’s all he felt now—guilt for failing to help Abigail earlier. Guilt for not wanting to help her now. 

Why is that? You were all ready to jump down earlier this season… 

Oh, said the other voice in his head. But that’s not quite true, is it? You always had your hesitations… you were always a coward… 

He shoved the thought aside. The why didn’t matter. He had other things to focus on. For what was there for Achilles to do but what he always did when faced with the unknown? Research. 

“…the Spirit War is considered to have secured the absolute independence of mankind from the rule of the spirits within the Physical Plane. After mankind’s victory, the spirits were exiled to what would eventually be aptly known as the “Spirit Plane.” Some exceptions were made for those, such as the junimos (i.e. forest spirits), who fought alongside mankind and were thus welcome to permanently reside alongside their allies…” 

“…the Elemental Walls were constructed by the great Mages of Gotoro (fka Gotaera) within the Astral Plane to still provide a means of interplanary travel. Unlike Portals, which simultaneously serve as tethers in that those who travel through them cannot stray too far from the Portal’s location without immense magical power, the Elemental Walls are significantly more flexible, for those who cross via the Walls are not restricted in the same manner …” 

“…Zuzu County is home to an important gate of the Elemental Walls. There are five keystones to the Wall here, all within the city of Stardew Valley: the mines in the Sunspray Mountain Chain; Cindersap Forest, which resides west of Pelican Town; the farmland to the northwest; the land just north of Pelican Town; and the hot springs at the base of the Sunspray Mountain Chain. It is these locations that bare the brunt of the Wall’s support in the southern coast of Ferngill…” 

“…shadow brutes are one of the most unsavory classifications of spirit, and took the lead in the Spirit Wars… they are vulnerable to flame and light and thrive on chaos…”

“…there has been documented attempts of spirits attempting to weaken Elemental Walls. A Wall destroyed would allow for unrestricted access from the Spirit Plane to the Astral Plane to the Physical Plane (and vice versa). However, there exists no concerns of a successful besiegement, for an Elemental Wall would need to be weakened from both sides (one being the Astral Plane, the other being either the Physical or Spirit Plane) to be destroyed, and with the destruction of the Portals, this would be impossible…” 

For hours and hours he poured over books, online articles, anything he could get his hands on, anything that could even be tangentially important to the mission. 

Yoba, why didn’t he do this sooner. Why had he been so determined to turn a blind eye? 

Stupid stupid stupid. 

#llnks #stardew valley fanfiction #sdv fanfiction #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic

[ipercreeper]

WORRY. - Jeff Rosenstock [2016]

We Begged 2 Explode

Laura said to me, "This decade's gonna be fucked Friends will disappear after they fall in love (Fall in love) Fall in love and get married Isn't that shit like, crazy? The workin', havin' babies and promotions? The cheatin', cryin', leavin', and divorcin'?"

Pash Rash

I've been doing this for half my years; I've been mouthing off in bars, trading shame for self-respect My trajectory is crystal clear I can see it in the stars that frame the shame above my neck That frame the shame above my neck And the sky is always pitch black When I sneak away, I only wanna come back and see your face, see your face again

Festival Song

It feels completely ridiculous That I'm a willing participant Gazing at the purples and pinks In the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline "Unite against the establishment!" While drones transmit the images To a server farm in the valley For a culture that'll eat its own insides

Staring Out the Window at Your Old Apartment

The city don't care if you live or die It's just gonna grow and it doesn't care why You're tired of kicking and fighting through life And left me alone on this cold winter night

Wave Goodnight to Me

Yeah, ignorance is bliss until the day The things you ignored all come into focus And those conveniences leave cavities That can't get filled 'cause you didn't notice

To Be a Ghost...

Born as a data mine for targeted marketing And no one will listen up until you become a hashtag or a meme But hate's not a fad that dies with its virality They want you to be a ghost when they rob you of your hope But you've got power when they're not expecting anything

Pietro, 60 Years Old

Will you wait for me? Keep me warm in the cold? Will you stay with me

I Did Something Weird Last Night

Everything so unexpectedly started to change in the dream But I was preoccupied with how the magic would end Because nothing intangible remains sustainable Hope is a scheme Will I ever see you again?

Blast Damage Days

We'll get lost and wander off, enraptured by fake doom When our towns fall to the ground Oh, it won't shatter me and you Whenever we feel ashamed being alive and awake In such an era of hate and military police These are the mass murder days We are the blast damage age

Bang on the Door

And we can keep pretending this isn't really happening Or wait until the noise goes away We can declare our grand ambitions about living somewhere different But we aren't doing anything today We can avoid the telephone when it's a number we don't know But we don't even know what they're gonna say

Rainbow

They wanna hear us scream "We ain't got no money, we ain't got no money! You got me! You got me! You got me! You got me! We ain't got no money, we ain't got no money! You got me! You got me! You got me! You got me! Please don't take my love away! My home from me today!"

Planet Luxury

They brutalize your confidence and drain you of your energy Until you're always tired and unsure They make a lot of promises but keep on taking everything So you always want more You want more? You want more

HELLLLHOOOOLE

But we don't have to live inside a hellhole And give our money to some fucking asshole We don't wanna live inside a hellhole

June 21st

I didn't leave the house all day For the last thirty Saturdays It's time to trade the darkness for a view Because it's June 21st

The Fuzz

I can't stand feeling violent But it's hard not to sometimes When the innocent get slaughtered And the guilty get a fine When I drown myself in chemicals Do I even have a choice? And if you scream and no one hears you Are you even making noise?

...While You're Alive

I wanna let you know while you're alive Because everybody loves you when you die But when it matters, they're not there Not there I gotta let you know while you're alive Cause I'll be a disaster when you die Chubby body, no hair, don't care

Perfect Sound Whatever

Next time I see you I'll find better words than I'm sorry (I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!) Perfect always takes so long Because it don't exist Perfect always takes so long Because it don't exist It doesn't exist It doesn't exist It doesn't exist It doesn't exist

#favorite albums #jeff rosenstock

[tanetlee]

Annual Review Meeting - Performance Rating - Mediator and Gods

Krakow, a city whose self remained hidden. What they saw was not reality. The city that they thought they knew was a mere shadow of its true form. But how could the city reveal its secrets?

First, we told them to unlearn, forget, to be void.

Then, we asked them to listen, worship, accept the true knowledge.

The Self reveal[ed] itself [1]. Gods told the stories of the city. So, the people let the Gods tell them, for they had crafted intricate fairy tales for them. They let them impart their knowledge upon themselves. In [Krakow] there is certainly no such thing as a free lunch, and this was one land donation that came with a price [2]. Through the creation and refurbishing of [material knowledge though the encyclopedia], the donations [3] flowed abundantly to Mount Krakow. The Encyclopedia, in the last century, was a mine that was [...] open to the sky [4]. Just this year alone we add[ed] another 80 million, the equivalent of an entire Germany or a Turkey, and are on track to reach a possible 12 billion at the beginning of the next century [5]. We soldthe citizens stories about capitalism, internet, globalization, time, beauty, buildings, light, crafts, production, consumption, politics, justice, laws, chaos, hectic life, nature, fertility, wisdom, sun, moderation and culture. From holy Mount Krakow and its friends, the other holy mounds of Krakow, we connected hills of overseas. Hill, Nicholas [6]. Hill, Rosemary [6]. Hill, George Canning [6]. 39 Hill[s] [7].

We allowed Krakow to thrive. This machine, which shook Europe to its foundations, was in fact the precursor of the [...] revolution of the [21st] century [8]. From all around the world, scholar[s] wrote four thousand books [9].

I am struck by the unique qualities that each of the God possesses. As I stand among the Gods, I can feel the energy pulsing through the air. There is never yin without yang, never yang without yin, just as there is not [politics] without [economy] nor [Mr President] without [Mercury] [10]. A complex organism that thrives on the balance of its opposing forces, yet in perfect equilibrium. This year, religion and culture, [...], arose from different needs: religion from a metaphysical need, culture from material and intellectual needs [11]. The question was: Buddha or Wenchang Wang? The answer was: Buddha and Wenchang Wang.

Khonsu, Seth made you and the people come to work late a lot, you all were in a very great hurry [4]. I tell you, there are impatient men amongst you, men who are in too great a hurry [8].

Pinterest got upset easily. Architecturally, aesthetic relativism lead Ramsay to some interesting places [12]. But let Temperanence guide you in the future for you cannot forget that Gods move among men and men among Gods [13].

With you, Mercury, God of capitalism, Net, God of the internet, Yacatecuhtli, Master of globalization and Pinterest, Goddess of the aesthetics, the city has grown itself an appendix [14] where metropolis equals the world in the geography of advanced forms of capitalism [15]. And yet, amidst all the change, there are constants. The first garden was the cemetery, the first city the necropolis [16]. And even with the rise of metropolis, the home remained a central space, with all its complexities and contradictions. That was the work of Lord Shiva.

Each aspect of the city had its own fairy tale, its own chapter of the encyclopedia, woven by Khonsu, Lord Shiva, Mr President, Cernunnos and their colleagues. Lord Shiva, you have shown the people the concrete. With you, the erection of special buildings that collectively embody new cultural and political functions: temple, stadium, theater, guildhall, cathedral [17]. The universal space of the world and knowledge no longer takes one back to the island or the Eternal City, nor to the valley where milk and honey flow [18]. METROPOLIS - In the geography of advanced forms of capitalism, metropolis equals world [13]. In many ways, the dynamic ebbs and flows of the basketball court and the soccer field provide compelling models for these new spatial practices [19]. Nonetheless, car wash regulations var[ied] from city to city [20]. What did you do about that, Justicia? How [did] you sleep at night? And How [did] you walk with your head held high, Dear Mr. President ? [21] I can only imagine what the first lady has to say [21].

You were always there where the action [was] [15], you and Mercury. Urutengangana, too. H[is] glorious glitterand light didst all mens eyes amaze [22]. But pair up with Ra next year, let the people sleep, let them forget. In the city are the workshops of great dreams, for such are governments, constitutions, fame [23].

Good gods! We may not have all the answers, but you Gods will continue to guide them. The next year will be good. The next year, [...] bringing heat and light [24].

[1] Bhagavad Gita

[2] Sudjic, The Edifice Complex

[3] Levy, Lexikon of the Hispanic Baroque

[4] Hugo, Les Miserables

[5] West, Scale The Universal Laws of Growth

[6] Koolhaas, Elements of Architecture

[7] Rudolph, Taste and the Ancient Senses

[8] Marx, Collected Works

[9] Seneca, Complete Works

[10] Jullien, the Book of Beginnings

[11] Levy, Baroque and the Political Language of Formalism 1845 1945

[12] Mallgrave, Modern Architectural Theory

[13] Girard, The Scapegoat

[14] Lefebvre, Critique of Everyday Life

[15] Koolhaas, SMLXL

[16] Serres, Statues

[17] Mumford, The Culture of Cities

[18] Serres, Branches

[19] Mitchell, Me The Cyborg Self and the Networked City

[20] Zimring, Encyclopedia of Consumption and Waste

[21] Dear Mr. President, Indigo Girls, Pink

[22] Spenser, The Faerie Queene

[23] Alberti, The Family in Renaissance Florence

[24]Anzaldua, This Bridge We Call Home

[libidomechanica]

“When true love controlling skill, some in the very best”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Witnessed the woods and then he flung himself he flings, committed to the skies. Ah! When true love controlling skill, some in the very best. ’ He said, My name is Love. Cancer and wide, and everything already runs zigzag toward heaven dying tone: the hallow’d hour was near at hand: she sighs Say, may I be for aye thy vassal blest? Would spy it. This the Oake again, my luve, its little eas’d, down-looking, vacant, through the dizzy sky!

               2

Bodies’ force, intent upon his sleepy music, yearning to be free as much as here is the golden vial will keep these tarantulas each day—that moved me, and rises since, thy gay morn of limb, and set up in the body but the last of their smooth of skin; when I sleep, in dreams the summer days from inns of molten blue. As though a rash one, for all that bears the storm is overruled by fate. And mixt with their causes, sleep.

               3

To infinity to infinity. But if thy rymes bene spredde, dyed in summer and would douse with vinegar and shadows haunting faerily all eyes beguile: manna and dates, in argosy transferr’d They glide; once in the sands o’ life shall whispering of the moon. Low rosed moon, thou dost taste freedom as none can deny thou gate of life like chance when Juliana came, and cried, He lieth, for his tuning her grave.

               4

Calls Ilion’s thine: ere long, and hath its food served up in earthen ware; it is as if the beldame, weak in body and in the wast Oake. A third—To thee and be liege-lord of all the star through the night we glide to its blue harbor blissfully haven’d both from worse vnto the heaven’s image was indeed wayworn; abrupt, in middle air? Until the powers do fade and warrantize of skill that, in my mind is bent, and, fool I was!

               5

That Angela the old man bespake. And suffocate true blessing with your bards would encline. Wholly in their souls, we feel amain the closet alone, but I shall drowse beside: for on a string, except where Loues selfe I needs must rhyme with their Institute of which his Name and sorely hurt. I taste a liquor never brewed from Tankards scooped in Pearl. A prop not quite unnatural? So fairy-quick, was strange to see. Morning commute?

               6

Mute—no song but sad dirges, like wailful widdowes hangen their congratulations. Sick for the dales of Arcady? Your leaves, even as thou art my heaven, by the public debt is not God it’s more welcome inmate owns: she seem’d taking flight and sleep, dreamless and quiet? Shall still be blest where twas only born. Only my grandfather’s almost something money-like, token of virtual support. Well as heavenly face.

               7

And I will in us is overblown. Like a dog in a kennel. Two bubbling springs! With sweetest soueraigne of song, before, which I shall lay it down to overtrodden valleys, and mair we’se ne’er be parted. Be she rough brows of the garden terrace, under which played the pack of Travel son or Daughter of the river-whispering for sunlight our hair—clasp your flowers to complete, and laughter they mean; lykanthropy?

               8

Kill him now: she is mine! Of marble, and the blood of crystal wall, a hedge, between the people: thither flowres, to peinct thir girlonds with me, were all beautie be made many wounds in their wills count bad what I cannot be wholly dumb; I will not help. Free of attachment. And this’ he said. And after, straight with blood only serves to wash Ambitious folke: his colowred crime with the body torn and every side, and health alchemy.

               9

Robin in the saintes, that ether house where I was seen, in beauties there were white doves plain, with necks stretched men to weep, will strayne. Sweet friend, thirteen that summer has forth without elucidation What misery most drowning. Tripped up-stairs, she and her work more mischievously slow, and plunder; and swimming longer there must we leave thee. The constellations to see his neare ouerthrow. And rose that busie archer his sharpe arrowes tries?

               10

Thou art and me! Set. While ye will, or what you would it guess to be a foreigner in a pellet of clay, with turrets crown’d but they some couenants make. Our morning Walter warped his mouth grins without discrimination. Along they could no more I hear and help our eyes to dance! The creeper, mellowing for sunlight turned him out of rock. An immortality of passed years: for other than fail. Ethereal, flush’d high with excess?

               11

Mind like a ghostly woodpecker, hid in the bed-side, where God takes sea and land: that thou might embower the north flowers beneath towers like a rocket, which foole, who by blind Fortunes lot the richest, where he threw himself: then from pleasures, living hue? This far we are two resplendent suns, we it is each time—not just like Hindoos, for air looked like. The name. So loytring liue you little heart doth wake, then falls thy shade shines so!

               12

Into with me, thy braine emperished bee throughly rooted, and—without you—two days gone in bloom, and health alchemy. Why did not hear of it. To glance up in their heads do know, and knowing as I do it has ruffled every harp, unless we call such Clytemnestra, though chequer, nor, up- pil’d, the waters with a full heart’s workings be crown’d. Could you see; it hangs still, my deadly spight, and yet but made a middling grenadier.

               13

I would pensions of the leaves. Or worser far, is innocent, so sweet, sweet, wee dochter, tho’ ye come here a one that hast my mind, and he in lone Endymion. Like Vulcan’s rainbow, with savage mountains, in starlight gems: aye, all so huge and strive to praise; now pray we for any male thing is heard no more, save that is my heart: wild winds blowing through and profligate the peace march in Washington had thanks in a look, or sing it last?

               14

Great men have done it: how I hate you all please me mair they that lead there, emitting me to your Faith he may hit on: but in such barren rocks; of shallow station, then hell, and state the peace that proved us one. Both th’ Indias of spice and mine flutter’d pigeons and convert time in silence dead, the budded broomes: and wheedle a world that high official duties of thron’d Apollo, could breathed green disparts a dew- lipp’d rose.

               15

His ynne in Fishes has-ke. Dost thou faithful guarded since the diamond balustrade, leading afar past wild magnify, and caught her muse will my poor beautie’s wonne: arise— arise! An immortal, nor Hope dare a comforts of the ancient strained to the earth and air, I feel the November of thanks in a lock without one muse’s smile, and loudly call for the time; and wilt thou laesie ladde, of Winters wracke, for sinners’ sake to grieve.

               16

No uttered syllable, or, woe betide! It is not a keener lash! Is rather high heart only by dismantling the generals turn it into each other’s eyes. Nations, she liked man as an individual. Her entrancements: hither brings. Down to this world. Through the alien city— a beekeeper’s habit—with a wayward winter with all who war with Thought’s foes by far most rude, tyrants and kings who laid will take thence?

               17

Fashion, or duchess, princes, shall make common sempstress. For good is there enough, for love without recourse to my thoughts arise, when Madeline! They do swell and speechless tribes: and when true lovers fled away into the breezy clouds, to weep, dreamless and the gay roses proclaims of it the right— It’s a warm and most forlorn upon the hill, and scent the prey their reflect—a man so firm, who, while his prayer is, these would spy it.

               18

From memory to what pleasant music, the dreadful cries of earthly circuit of your eyes to dance! Meantime, across the most adored was there fixed become, as in the western skies: the whole court look’d so dreaming teares flowe in the midst, mong thousands now such women, but she could sleep but today a coffin for the rank grass, nor the first sweet thought: O he had been.—But only spirit wander far in other regions, past the skies.

               19

I, that watch divine! In returneth, meagre, barefoot, wan, and turquois floor, black polish’d boors who still on paper I remembered that: a pleasant sense, upon his shepherd throne: ’twas like feeling but by others’ seeing: for what wintry sky. Which of them, and hungry for the mere sake of the then new wonders—past the window—and the hill, and that festering hole. And this’ he said was Hugh’s at Agincourt; and dearest gift of Heaven.

               20

Stir in. For he, if he his lesson misse, when to unseeing eyes thy shadow, Cynara! This bed thy center is, the morning, who much did pass in state thrown down to overtrodden under feet to every nation. Fifty-two reds and blacks and only myself to choose between the wind through a ruined cell, or the sweet thoughts and me. Our mornings interbreath’d himself he flings, committed to the bosom of a heavenly face.

               21

At my lost brightness, my impassion in him planted of thunder hurl’d first out of, and flutes: it is only flowers, before mine eyes shined more than tortured lion’s den, so that we may engage, as an East Indian sunrise mars the luminous air of Rome turned into her dream so pure a spell, and torrent, and soon, returning that coinage to the food tree or turned it, ’tis not to be Perfection and watercresses. Kiss.

               22

Least three parts of the pain, where all these meadows, could one undo his Generation waste, where nymphs which still expatiate freely, as will I, until my Pegasus, or at the lamented Lanskoi. My diligent springs of delight, Ah, Porphyro, It is a wond’rous thing how the dictator strutting and give him sits the Titmose silent wheels, fresh wet from clouds and cruell constraint, which she did not care to heare nouells of the year.

               23

And then forgotten who had given thee more the morning. The whole length came to the sparrows from the Southern balm breathes round, we care not roses, but blood; for thou through caves, and woodbine, of her tremendous if: if she had none, yet wanted a piece of mass and the French, as well as heavenly calm, and round her dainty fairness now, circling about as in a flower on either truth or comfort bestow: come the sheer witness beat.

               24

Waiting always find a soul so charming rod, my potent river sides, and so will I, nor give my voice, oh think how I should not do—the pillow then to call back Night, and mid the top of the dying year fallen out that hath given thee most favourite position, and magnified to goodly vessels; many a threate. For deade is Dido, dead alas and dreamers that did so delightes, as the page. For in your sweet ends.

               25

So weeps the world is dimme and daut thee, all the people suppose that busie archer his shadowy, through the window and love were young and they cricketed; they talk, I’m kent the progress could seem a featherless Heliades melt in such a catering their trenches, kiss the past and fair! Of any sparkles than that. Not the beldame start: With sweetness tell. In fine the stage? Meantime, across the moonlight, soft he set What pipes and timbrels?

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Felt endued with power to love me! A tear; by which mine angry mistress unto me. I left Don Juan, who fondly lov’d us; nay more, that Pallas has been translated into stubborn streams collecting the trophies frame: whose palm? Broad golden atoms of thee. In our bed to reach the bonds broke out on ev’ry side. Did not I put a power like shee has not fed so well she couth the spitefull brere had made, and golden light.

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The lyre of his deuise: they wont in your eyes they maintain that life is love is vanish’d in the pipes it shuttles through a lowly arched way, his was harsh penance on St. Stood high Philosophy, less friend and watered with sparkled on a heavenly face. I vow an endless pleasure.—I swear that broke. Was but a span. Wise, and arrows keen art thou now forested? And all ye need to know what we behold desert a beggar that broke.

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Dumb phones to mizzle, hye we homeward to another took a willow-bough, distilled through boundless regions on, while one hand he held it out; and as she stands the Brere like the proem, however little while as is the peasant, Slavic and determined, somewhere or other, may be christen’d springs in a curse. Tumultuous,—and, in chords that loue deem’d thereby, alas, is wiser far than I. Which may flow just then; as they will break.

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Presents immortal Peter’s polish’d boors who still he came unasked by night, since it had bene thy verses moving gainst the wit of any sparkles than the other, may be graced. On roses thus itself have repair’d Legitimacy’s crutch, have seen a new tinge in their ambitious though chequer’d, calls Ilion’s thine: ere long be-nightmar’d. Wind-tossed hair was twined within him into some ballad or a song to give way to show!

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At first, as in the last few lire ticking like a shipwreck, like one who opened the velvet tight. The fatall sisters deadly spight, and grows erect, as that one should be—a sunbow’s arc above a waterfall. Fellows of the garden, till he found the small ill-natured sparrows from thy blue throne, now filling up, he took the lilies a few, and cried, Sweet friend, that watch’d each cheek, and fill it till it flush’d high with excessive love.

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Who knows why nothing in my woe. Them south, I snap the dead. Think, is worthy Ladies that I view, so radiant of hue, st. A table set for thy payne: and if myself to thee, Cynara! I will forget the warl’ asklent, which few men’s is to freeze, yet men will murder upon holy days: That night’s extinguished edge, sleepers stared, the ladies are shaking dried mud from the wet, stiles where thou art: whose royall roabes be purple grain.

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, She tore the love of words is destiny, alert he stood: but when on the soft shadow loses form. Wide hall; to spirits need them not; their earnest look pierces the beare when it comes to fright your weak senses in that beauty foremost, as is a dunce, and strong as for to depart, nother foot, obliquely run; thy firmness makes me end where I used to playe: sike myrth in May is past; for in your sweet dividing through loues misgouernaunce.

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Harry, Tommy, Wilfred, Edward, Bert—and lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; ’ and some things which devours suns as rays—worlds like a gaoler,—behold him placed as if the world beside, all as I were God takes her over-fond: so, to preclude fresh than flowers, as in rank, the Queen! Entreaty, Threat, or Counsel held him; till the electric heater you’ll say with this piteous plea faint through the nightingale should have become a tree.

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Onward it flies. Sweet streaming on thy corbe should insist while they talk, I’m kent the prophecy given of old and Philomele her some great benefit of those chamber, silken, hush’d, and yet those looks immortal in their guided steps can find but as you like, my friend. He strip mall, I put on your wedding garments every side, and higher tree, and afternoons driving over: you’ve to settle yet prevailing for any good.

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To come to their toothed maws, their surly eyes brow-hidden, heavy pressure, and quiet? Will think back to you, lawful and lawless war are scarcely can recall which one is singled to endure not yet—never yet— ah me! Smiled as she mutter’d in the languid paces, and on her lily should not prevent; nor was thend of this world is dimme and does not signal loneliness: he felt assur’d of happy times, when her mouth: the while: Ah!

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Who ever love you more than vile: yet, can I not to myself in the pride, the pleasures grieve not me; I have been alone in chastity: yes, Pallas is a handful of dust, and turn the dreadful bow. Life is good, that now we returning his shepherd vest, and some were pools that hurt our peace, but it is really see, the thought doth aspire: hindering in uncertainty, that’s plain as an East Indian sunrise on the body.

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That in my een was swelling. Hinges! So lofty that I choose, thou darken’st both and if thy rymes as rownd and rufull ryme, matter of myrth now list ne mas-ke, as she saw not: her heart to sway? But Sylvio soon had me beguil’d, the closet brought a rod, so whipt me with the ocean where your sight. In no ignoble verse; but such another, a lord of all thy fountain of the fall, but Colin made in the sweet dreamer!

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As since despised the wind: those scarlet coat, black facings, a long look at a stand are, or would blaze in their crags: the rather dear! Of talk from the sun rose in each respect: the reason down its agonizing throat she winter will think back to your eyes to see ourselves for the crown from sacred sisters eke repent, her very sight upbraided all but our own t’ increased velocity, space is compressed in the ground- worms riot.

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Skill that, in my mind was on those pleased, she was handsome and noble yet later in a wide outlet, fathomless and ermines pure. Who will dare to pluck thee from knee, nor ankles white? Abyss: whatever she hath the privacy of this rapacious eye an inmate owns: loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees, his eyes were clear; and outward shows of beautiful that myrth thee in thee cannot be so prison’d in black, the green.

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If carrying sail capsize the boards ere long bin placed, and more: their masters, will direct your Doves, and make no noise at all. Do we longer there must we leave to see thee how to make fire I know you like to orphans young, to speak to your Faith he may order, do it with Time and from another’s windows: Friends! Before mine eyes beguile the sand that feele the lieutenant at her foes withal, was falling on that the dreadful bow.

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And they themselves engraving them together until the morning, we find all vices ouerthrow, not by rude force, but always watching from a snowy gleam; her rich attire creeps rustling to cutte the ground-worms riot. I in a golden atoms of the waters with a chiefe, the knotted rushrings, and maybe that endangered hatchlings from them, pried loose or used them up, gotten away crippled by in Paris, that leaves and bears.

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An amatory banquet of ashes. Waters, one of us do you know paralysis, that when again he caught the goal of consciousness? Have such a prescience, it should be time and sacrifice? As doen high Towers in an earthquake: they wont in the great Pan-festival: his sister’s sorrow lends but weak relief to him that loves him not, for it was before unknown minds and in hand with slaughter, when she told God’s help!

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Where both deliberate, the loving and she’s standing on the stink of slurry season is over and the warps and wefts amid mats of most auaile, as vertues braunches sere. I sometime teach thine honied tongue—o let me sleep on sightless as a smile, a small smile from these our second yoke. A term inexplicable beast of prey—that Sphinx, whose voices which, though fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle, take me with thy silver flow.

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And they burned into which shall run. But chiefly those are high, descend! May be the eleventh month of its life I feel my brains. No song but sad dirges, like wind in the budde eke needes must quaile, o carefull verse. The world’s gay busy throng: with gentle dames, among whose track unseams a wooded cleft, and, far away, the blustring Boreas did encroche, and birds sang loudly, as he was old Sir Ralph a page or two from your sight.

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Her good and watching still in heart: and how she is standing in the madhouse anxious for the story and then returneth, meagre, barefoot, wan, True, ’ she said, to the Atlantic isles; or they talk, I’m kent the price of your soules faire lines of British vermin, the subtle food, to the should for ay from their skill, and silken Samarcand to cedar’d Lebanon. Only Hope and calendar in one to meet you again I am to meet.

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Between her kissing hill; ’ and somebody, surely, some kind heart, and a sweetheart to a sudden glow: she found him at her side of this new-born Adon’, this sleeping dragons all around there had made, and, thousand mazes overgone, at last, a diamond balustrade, leading afar past wild magnify, and catch the earth is done with his lips; he sang the windchime in her necke you did. Doubt there in sphere, the cursedly miscarried.

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Thy headlesse hood. And all the rivers rage, these bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? For I am slow and feeble, and turn, sole- thoughted, to one Lady that is worst of all my fancies whirling brook: o miracle of noble womanhood in its meridian, her innocent, so sweet, so ripe a judgment that hole where they be, such pleasure, but Sorrow and still seem love to a man who holds my senses, I hear the river.

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To wayward winter with all on one tremendous teats shoots a look back over her arm lifted, eyes on the sloping pastured mountains:-tease me not in this warm, unnerved arm whose stars are pearl which the dumb-sister swayed, all else was well, for she-society. Is not enough. My lids closed down— yet through the patch. To call back Night, and set to plough, and die as calmly as a saint: in Provence call’d, La belle dame sans mercy: will strayne.

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I was thinking flown, like to sleep; when rattling bones together fly from their eyes’ expressed was but to atone for endless age. First my unhappy sight, and turn, sole- thoughted, to one Lady there; fresh graffiti sprayed on her door, shit wrapped in a thin shell the night, her soul, as the cruel destiny content with others should rise, find it, although not as the beauteous blaze upon the noon-sun, with sanctimonious theory.

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—Good Saints! All for what you used Kinnaird quite well in Marinet’s affair—in fact, t was shabby, and life inspires the dead had peace, and pale enchanter! Is special providence, ’ though of pearl they beheld the sight to the dark. Take like out of rock. Station, of the desert ’tis not to be, die single, and to and fro, ever about the lovely star, entitled of thunderer’s beard; whereon, it was decreed he should be good queers?

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True Love, which jostle in the journey, but sharp as a lynx, and yet most unlike, every tear was born of diverse passion in her ear touching ground. Like a reality- TV star look-alike, named from Paradise, in spreading branches, ’gainst Peace in their tawny brushes. Behold, I erred in that I fear, if there was a whelming sound—he stept upon his fairest and fain would keep; a small amount at sight, not to be?

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With oyle of burning his veil’d eye down sidelong aisles, and hearkens after it, and gave you sorrow marry. With the autumn blush; and virgin’s bower, where silence in this silver feet; with what a whirlpool full of flatter’d by her view, by cold neglect, each one congeal’d to pearl and straightway started, and she stores, to soothe, to assuage, if thoughts that am glad thy innocent, who found him at her shining chariot right.

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The letter open with unknown time, shall make common men, but honeying at his feet; content, she’s to me as a dream before ye have arrived, some mystic, ancient ditty, long since then thinke thus: that I view, so radiant of hue, st. For she, with happy show to move, and the like, thy sweet mama … truth beauty’s frail inanity, on which tumbled fruit in grass; and men and gods have not outlearned below. That Sphinx, whose prayers here.

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Last night love itself to you, Cynara! Made purple valleys; I do detest night, more endear’d, to keepe, as the self-approving glow, of consciousness? But soon his ears, the sweet kisses, thief that I can say briefly of my Julia? Waft thee hence. You and sleigh bells, do you know paralysis, that whilome was poore shepheards daughters, sing no moe the songs that Colin make iudge of loue. And brouzed, and ’gan to enclose his diamond path?

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Of which his Name and He shall liver flow of Hero’s tears, still amaze the trouble wi’ thee, and maiden Aunt took this fashion and there grey seniors question, ’ says Shakspeare, who just now is much in fashion. Dropped the world wants to pretend to be great Princess, empress smiled: the reigning favourite frown’d— I quite forgotten—in folly ripe, in reason at all it’s a kind of time. A famish’d pilgrimage, by our own ways together!

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Like religion but it is winter-sleep. With the brave lions’ keen provident. Stella, the fullnesse of my thought and sleep she lay; surely the kiss in Colin’s eyes a small lady bug with only two black dots on its hinges! Instead of a burning forehead, and she what I do to the room with sweet pastimes grace and boon; the handsome, and all lips were red like poppied warmth expression by the little do we know where art thou?

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Laughter: round the rest; too justly mightst thou kiss, though the sun. In generals turn it into jest. And scorn, knights, the fresh and glorious magnanimity of soul! Its chosen what and feasts, and long tunes and her bought remaynes but commun’d with too much water, some living record of your love. Blocking the winter with all the elemental passion, will he liue tyll the laity our loving father to reuert, o ioyfull verse.

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My death’s wound you give me, though a rash one, for one moment go, the visions of our close voices marry at their honied tongue— lute-breathing low, and shaggy satyrs standing on the grass, and wreaths, and so rare a wit, require at least he patient doves, up rose the waur bestead, those looks fresh, and little birds fly, and farmers’ can’t raise Ceres from the truth in every sense of turbulence or tides. And swear that brightness past the skies!

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Now—that thee bemoan that I shall drowse beside— nor earth now shalt thou leave my stranger in the night, which on rough roads leaves bedew’d, awake the early love up in their guided by beauty grow, if thy sweet virtue rudely strumpeted, and therein campeth, spreading branches more clear; and this mock-cold heart the conchs and she be fair! Once I was seeking it comes just after hour, to each other, the mair to seek anew some freshening sluice!

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