#the drawing of schultz is from an actual dream i had where i was him :•v i think i posted about it before

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OCs for OC-tober- the prompts were "dream," "disease," and "forgotten."

image descriptions: 3 drawings in pencil, with colors added digitally. The first drawing is of an abstract creature with a purple bird-like head, wearing a maroon poncho that obscures his body, & purple boots. He has a little plant sprout on his head, a rat's tail, & thin noodley arms emerging from the poncho. He's running down a white set of stairs on all fours & looking to the side. An unseen light source is casting his shadow on the wall beside him & washing out his colors. Part of the staircase is fragmenting into puzzle pieces, some of which are falling apart. The word "dream" is written at the top. The second drawing is of a thin black person with short, curly, dark hair. He wears a long-sleeved button up shirt and pants. The skin around his eyes is dark and puffy. He has a bandage wrapped around one of his upper arms and a dark substance splattered on his sleeve. He's sitting on the ground with his elbows on his knees, reaching to accept a tissue from someone out of view. The third and final drawing is of two creatures sitting outside on a low stone wall. The wall has grass growing along the top and bottom of it, and is decorated with blue diamond shapes. The character on the left is a sort of pale humanoid bug with digitigrade legs and a triangular face with its only features being eyes and antennae. He has a bag slung over his shoulder, & is looking over at the other character. The other character to the right is pale purple, of a similar humanoid shape, but tree branches from plants out of view obscure most of her. The sky behind them fades to pale blue. End descriptions.

#oc-tober #oc-tober2022 #original art #doodles #sketch app #lonely dog draws #image described #oc tag #oc (schultz) #oc (flea) #oc (marius) #oc (avalon) #the drawing of schultz is from an actual dream i had where i was him :•v i think i posted about it before #i am committed to not canonizing his noodle arms 🚫 noodle arms not real (dreamt up)

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Assist Me - Dr. King Schultz x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You and King had been tiptoeing around each other for months after you began working for the man in the small town he arrived in with Django. A touch here, a look there, but nothing seemed to ever come of the small advances... 

Notes: Eee King’s back! This is short, but this was a dream I had a while back. The dream actually ended very sadly lol but this is just happy and sexy! Yay!

Part II

You had started working for King a little under a year ago. He's a nice gentleman, having arrived from Germany, then Tennessee he had said, where he practiced dentistry before. Here in Daughtry, he had been interested in continuing his practice.

He had arrived with another man named Django Freeman, a former slave from around these parts. The man you work for is mysterious, never really speaking much about his past, but you suppose he’s got a reason for that. Sometimes he shows up for work a little late and dirtied, and you get curious... but it's not your job to question him.

 ---

"Morning, doctor," you say, setting a bottle of numbing alcohol on a high shelf.

"(y/n)," King greets, the bell tinkling above the door as he comes in and takes off his hat, "And how are you today, Fraulein?"

"Fine, thank you," you accept his offered hand as you step down, and he smiles at you, tucking his silver blonde hair behind his ears. He’s captivated for a moment, unable to look away, then catches himself. 

"Well. Long work day ahead of us is it?"

You look down at your little journal you keep on the wooden desk by your quill, smirking slightly at how red his ears just got.

"Johnny Baskers is coming in this morning for a toothache. Burt Castie got two teeth knocked out in a bar fight last night and needs a pull on a third one. It's loose."

"Wonderful," he rubs his hands together, sarcasm evident. "Have you ever thought about what the elimination of stupidity would do for people's health?"

You smirk as you gather some more bottles. "All the time, doc."

 He watches you walk away as you go, and bites his lip. He's had a thing for you for a while, but you must never know. It's inappropriate. You're half his age, maybe even younger, and would be more suited to one of the town's eligible bachelors who would offer you a life of more than skipping towns and bounty hunting.

He steals another glance your way. You're smart, but you still haven't figured out his double life here with young Django-- not as far as he knew, at least. Nobody had, which was a relief, since if anyone found out, it would be time to pack up and leave for the next southern town. Emancipation sympathizers weren’t welcome in these parts, and that was putting it lightly. 

As for eligible bachelors, however... you constantly expressed your distaste with all the juvenile men around. You talked of settling down with a more seasoned man who knew how to handle a woman. Perhaps...

King forces the thought away, and focuses on cleaning his pliers. He could always take care of himself if it got to be too much. 

 ---

The appointments that day didn't make things any easier for King. You keep bending over, stretching, reaching, and it's getting him more than a tad bit flustered. 

“--Was just swingin’ at me like a mad buffalo!” Burt howled in the dentist chair. You raise an eyebrow, pouring out some whiskey for him to down. 

“Have you ever seen a buffalo, Castie?”

“Well... no, but-- doesn’t matter! He was a mad buffalo, and I got my teeth knocked in, damn it all to hell!”

“Well,” King smiles, coming over, “You will be out one more problem once I pull this one for you.”

“You’sa gonna yank my other tooth too?!” he blurts. King stares at him in deadpan. 

“As your health professional and amiable acquaintance, I sincerely do not recommend you walking around for the rest of your natural born life with your second front canine hanging by a string of flesh.” Burt stares, stunned, and King gives another one of those impish smiles. “May I proceed?”

He just nods, and you stifle a laugh. 

As King is pulling it, Burt kicks and screams, and knocks the bottle of whiskey off the table. You bend over to retrieve it, hoping for your sake King is watching you, and for Burt’s sake, he’s not. 

The former is true.

“(y/n),” he breathes, watching your skirts ride up. You don’t hear him, and he suddenly turns back to the bloody mouth he’s working on. 

“There,” he says, “Good as new.” The man gives a pained grin, a huge gap in the top middle. You nod. 

“You look great.” 

“I do?”

“Magnificent,” King confirms, “Eh, good day.” 

---

By the end of the day full of you bending over, accidentally exposing your breasts to him without noticing, and working incredibly close to you, the bounty hunter is hot under the collar. 

The sun goes down outside, and you watch the good Christian townspeople head home, and the ne’erdowells start to accumulate around the saloons. Most of them headed over to the place to be on the corner, which was run by a sleazy, racist bald man named Hetter. King didn’t like Hetter much, as you could tell whenever he 'forgot’ to numb his gums a little. You don’t blame him-- you’re sure Django, King’s younger friend, hadn’t received the warmest of welcomes from the man. 

“Ah. What a day,” King smiles, resting against the wooden counter top. He tries not to look at you, because he’s been semi-hard all day and he really doesn’t need you noticing. 

"I'm going to stay for a bit," you tell him, “If that’s alright. Burt made a damn mess of things, I’ve gotta clean up.” 

King hesitates. He usually tells Django to meet him here after his work to discuss plans of which plantation they would hit early the next morning.

“Do not worry about it, mein Fraulein, I will take care of it tomorrow.”

“It’s no trouble, really!”

King concedes, realizing he can’t get out of this situation any other way. "Of course. Take all the time you need." He tries to shut his mouth. He almost succeeds, but-- "I'll also be staying a little late."

"Good," you wink, "You can help me put the tools away, doc."

You start to do so, cringing at the bloody tooth left behind by Castie. King comes up behind you, passing you a couple of dental instruments. You look so good, and he's flushed, he can’t stop staring at you, god-- what is the matter? King usually had perfect control over things like this. It’s like you had a spell on him.

“Something the matter?” you ask. He looks a little dizzy. 

"(y/n)," he murmurs, and you look down at how flustered he looks. You bite your lip, getting down, and raise your eyebrows.

"Something wrong?"

One piece of errant hair has fallen into your face, and your lips are slightly parted. King can’t dispel the thought of dirtying them up, and his fists clench at his sides. He tries to think of something to say. He can only kiss you.

“Mmm,” you let out a startled moan, and he draws back, mustache twitching. 

“I apologize. I don’t know what came over--”

In the span of 3 seconds, you’ve cleared the table of bottles with a crash, and you urge him to lay you down on top of it, pinning you. You let out a needy moan, and King reaches up, hooking his fingers in your underclothes carefully. 

"Is this what you want, darling girl?" he rasps, and you nod feverishly. 

“I’ve wanted you since the day you rode into town.” You lean up to his ear, breath hot against his face. “I wanted to ride you like you were riding Fritz.”

He swears softly, and unbuckles himself. He holds your head up as he slides in, moaning softly at the feeling of you around him.

"I've been wet all day for you, doc," you groan, "Fuck, daddy... need you."

The name shocks him. "(y/n)..."

"It means something else," you assure, grabbing onto his arms and laughing, "Please. Daddy."

Hearing the unorthodox name again ignites something inside of King, and he goes a little bit harder, making you tilt your head back and cry out for him even louder. The bounty hunter doesn’t care one bit at the moment if the entire town of Daughtry could hear (if they took a minute to stop drinking and listen)... he'd been wanting this since the day you slipped your hand into his and introduced yourself. 

"Please, please, please," you continue to chant, until King groans, burying his face in your hair as you come and clench hard around his cock.

"Oh, my dear, my dear," he whispers, "I-I’m afraid I’m close.” 

You nod, and grind down against him. He pulls out just in time, coming into his fist. You looks down at him on the table through a mess of hair and swollen lips, and he sinks to his knees, parting your legs around him. He delves between them, and one, two, three licks and a long sucking motion is all it takes for you to finish. 

You two look at each other for a good long time, until King averts his eyes, putting his spectacles on. 

"You had better hurry home, (y/n)."

Your face falls a little, but you nod, getting off the table and gathering your things. Perhaps you’re just a means to an end, as usual. Maybe he didn’t mean to do that-- men have urges, same as women, maybe you were just... there.

You gather your skirts, and pulls them down, grabbing your things and heading out. As you open the door, you feel a hand on your shoulder. 

"Wait," King says, "I forgot something.” You turn, and he kisses you softly. His hands smooth out down your shoulders, moving in to curl a lock of your hair. When he pulls away, he lingers on your lips, caring not about the busybody townspeople staring at you two and whispering.

"I've always wanted to do that," he admits with a small smile, and you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and jumping in for another kiss.

“Am I interruptin’ something?” Django asks, elbows on his knees. He’s sitting on the bench in front of the shop, and King’s eyes widen. 

“Django, my boy--! You didn’t... we-- you didn’t, you couldn’t, eh... hear... could you?”

“I was tryin’ not to!” Django grins, “But y’all gotta work on the volume. Sounded like you’s running a brothel in there.” 

You giggle into King’s shoulder as the man huffs and blushes, fixing his waistcoat. 

#king schultz #dr king schultz #Dr King Shultz x reader #reader x dr king schultz #king schultz x reader #django #django unchained #quentin tarantino #tarantino #quentin tarantino imagine #christoph waltz #Christoph Waltz smut #reader x Christoph Waltz #christoph waltz fanfiction #Christoph Waltz x reader #dentistry #quentin tarantino fanfic #django fanfiction #django unchained fanfiction #smutstoph

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**CHAPTER UPDATE - Chapter 1 posted**

Fandom: Saving Mr. Banks (AU)

Description: AU take on the movie, exploring what might have happened if the author of the Mary Poppins books had been someone very different from P. L. Travers.  For Carrie Schultz, the chance to collaborate with Walt Disney Studios to bring Mary Poppins from the page to the screen is a dream come true.  However, matters grow complicated when animated penguins prove to be a point of contention, a friendly working relationship turns into more than she bargained for, and Carrie struggles to prevent Walt’s team from discovering her own hidden afflictions. 

Characters: Carolina “Carrie” Schultz (OC), Don DaGradi, Walt Disney, Richard M. Sherman, Robert B. Sherman, Ralph

Rating: T

Genre: Drama/Romance

Language: English

Read on Fanfiction.net, AO3, Wattpad, or below.

To Laura, Amber, Brittany, and Dr. Riley: Thank you so much for beta-reading my work and providing constructive feedback.  This story would not be what it is without your advice and encouragement.

To my mom: Thank you for always being there for me.  Posting my work was a big step, and I am immensely grateful for your loving support.

A/N: Readers, please note that as this story is an AU, the first two chapters will focus entirely on OCs.  That being said, if you as a reader are like me and prefer to jump straight to the parts involving canon characters, I will direct you to the middle of Chapter 3 (coming soon), in which my main OC meets Ralph at the airport.  Either way, I hope you enjoy the story and, of course, leave reviews! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Saving Mr. Banks, Mary Poppins, or any of the characters from those two movies.

Chapter 1

I am seated on a bench in the garden with a pencil held idle in my hand and my notebook lying on my lap, my eyes closed and my face turned upward to the summer sky.  A smile curves my lips as a soft breeze comes up out of the west to dance through my hair.  Somehow this all seems strangely familiar, yet I can't put my finger on why.

The breeze flutters around for half a minute, tickling my ear and stroking my hair, before leaving a parting kiss on my cheek and flying off toward the east.  But no, wait—its farewell was only a playful trick; it has now doubled back around to greet me once more . . . only this time, instead of caressing me gently, it bites my nose and pinches my ears, twirling my hair into a tangle as it careens westward.  And then, almost as soon as it returns, it is gone. 

Strange, I muse.  How odd for a steady west wind to suddenly stop like that and return from the east.  Wind's in the east . . . I can't help smiling to myself as I gaze up at the clouds, half expecting a certain British nanny to come floating down out of them carrying a carpet-bag and a parasol.  But my thoughts are interrupted by a sharp rapping noise. 

Knock-knock-knock!

I glance around, perplexed as to the source of the sound until at last I glimpse a woodpecker hammering away at a nearby tree.  I watch him with an inexplicable feeling that he doesn't belong here—that I have been here in this exact moment before, and he hasn't. 

Knock-knock-knock!

His persistent tapping disturbs me.  I wish he would stop. 

Knock-knock-knock!

“Shoo!” I cry; but he carries on with his task, unperturbed and undistracted. 

Knock-knock-knock! 

I shout at him and wave my arms wildly, but he ignores me. 

Knock-knock-knock!

The noise is exasperating.  I press my hands over my ears, but it remains as loud and clear as ever.  Why will he not cease?!  Why can I still hear it?!  Why is there no escape?!

Knock-knock-knock!

Knock-knock-knock!

Knock-knock-knock . . .

Knock-knock-knock!

I ascended out of dreamland long enough to wonder who was at the door, then promptly decided I was too tired to care.  Just as I was drifting back to sleep, my sister burst into my bedroom.  “Rise and shine, Carrie!”

“Mmph . . . what's going on?” I mumbled.

She threw the curtains open before coming over to kneel beside my bed.  “Today's the day, sis.  If you don't get up, you'll miss your plane.”

“What plane?”

“You’re going to Los Angeles, remember?”

At that moment it all came back to me—my book, Mary Poppins, Disney—and I sat up frantically, throwing the covers off.  “Oh my gosh, I forgot! What time is it?!”  I pressed my hand to my forehead, partly in panic and partly because the too-swift motion had given me a throbbing headache. 

“Shh . . . relax, Carrie.  It's only eight o'clock; you have plenty of time.  But you need to get up and get ready now.”

I nodded.  “Okay.”  I slid forward to the edge of the bed and waited, gathering my strength.  My sister watched for several minutes; and finally, when I made no move to stand up, she laid her hand on my back.

“Carrie . . . do you need help?”

“Maybe just a little,” I said without meeting her eyes.  I hated asking for help to complete such a simple task; yet at that moment I just didn't have the strength in me.  Fortunately, she understood; and without another word, she wrapped her arm around my waist and supported me as I dragged myself to my feet.  “Thank you,” I whispered. 

“What are sisters for?” she replied with a grin that somewhat alleviated my embarrassment. 

She stayed there holding me up long enough to let me find my balance.  At last I managed to take a few shaky steps over to my dresser and lean against it as I pulled open the door to my closet.  She stood there watching me for several moments, and finally she spoke again. 

“Are you okay now if I leave the room so you can get changed?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“All right.  I'll be out here if you need anything.”  Just as she was opening the door to go out, she paused and turned back to me.  “Carrie . . . are you sure you still want to do this?  Because you know in Los Angeles I won't be there to help you out of bed.”

Part of me resented her for saying that.  I'm not an invalid yet! I wanted to scream.  But deep down, I knew she was right.  I sighed deeply.  “I'll make it somehow.  I have to do this, Sam.  Otherwise I'll never get the chance.  Anyway, it's just the first few minutes of the day that are always the hardest; once I get going, it's not so bad.”

She nodded.  “Yeah, okay.  I'm going to head downstairs and make breakfast.”  But once again she paused and looked at me with soulful eyes.  “I love you, sis.”

“Love you too,” I replied, trying and failing to muster a carefree smile.  I turned away lest she see the tears in my eyes; and behind me I heard the door close as she exited, leaving me alone.  Drawing a shaky breath, I chose a dress from the closet and changed out of my nightgown, noticing with dismay that my body was going through the motions a little more slowly than yesterday or the day before. 

As I slipped my dress on over my head, I could hear the clanking of pots and pans down in the kitchen as Sam cooked.  The noise made something tickle at the edge of my mind—clanking . . . banging . . . knocking.  The woodpecker.  The dream.

That dream—it haunted me at least three times a week.  I couldn’t escape.  The sequence was always the same . . . except this time it had been interrupted by that blasted bird, which I now realized had sprung up as a dream-world manifestation of an actual sound—my sister's knocking on my door to wake me up.  I paused for a moment, considering that I ought to be thankful, for I knew what would have happened in the dream if I hadn't woken up.  Always the same, exactly as it had been on that first day . . .

No—I would not think about it, not on a day like this.  Today, of all days, I should be happy.  I am going to Los Angeles . . . the very thought sent a surge of energy through me, and I scurried off to the bathroom to finish getting ready. 

~~~~~~

Thirty minutes later, I descended the stairs, the smell of breakfast greeting me as I entered the main part of the house.  I stepped into the kitchen just as my sister, who was facing the sink, called out loudly, “Carrie! Are you almost ready?!”

“Hey, Sam,” I replied, amused.  She whirled around in surprise. 

“Carrie! I thought you were still upstairs!  Oh, gosh, I must have blown your ears out.”

“Well, at least they're still attached,” I bantered, but for once she didn't laugh.  Instead, she came over and wrapped her arms around me. 

“I'm sorry,” she said quietly, her voice betraying that she was close to tears.  I pulled away, unable to bear it. 

“Sam, since when are you so concerned about my eardrums?” I teased. 

“I'm sorry, it's just . . . I don't want to cause you any more pain than you're already . . .”

“It’s okay, sis, nothing to worry about.”

“But—”

“Sam, please.  You promised you wouldn’t do this, remember?  I told you, I’m fine.”

She nodded, turning back to the counter to wipe her eyes.  “Well, anyway, breakfast's up.”

“Ooh, yum!” I exclaimed, eager to change the subject.  “What's on the menu this morning?”

“Bacon and pancakes,” she replied.  Her voice was still quiet and sad, but I could tell she was trying to conceal it for my sake.  “Have a seat at the table, and I'll bring it in.”

“Well, let me help.”

“It's okay, I've got this.  You go sit down.”

“Sam . . .”

“You need to focus on getting ready, Carrie,” she said firmly, looking me in the eye, and I knew better than to argue. With a sigh of resignation, I headed into the dining room. 

The first thing I noticed as I sat down was that Sam's husband, who always joined us for breakfast, was missing.  “Sam,” I called, “where's James?”

“Oh, I sent him outside to check on the car,” she explained, bustling into the room with a plate of steaming pancakes and bacon. 

“What's wrong with the car?” I asked as she set the plate down in front of me. 

“Nothing, as far as I know,” she replied, “but we can't have you being late to the airport because of car trouble.”

I stared at her.  “It's a twenty-minute drive to the airport, and your car is in perfect condition.  What's there to worry about?”

“I'm not taking any chances, Carrie.  This is your special day, and I won't let anything ruin it.”   With that, she marched off to the kitchen, chin held high.  Once she left the room, I chuckled to myself and said a quick blessing before beginning to eat. 

Just then, I heard the front door open.  “Hey, honey, I'm all done!” James called as he shut the door behind him.  From where I sat looking through the doorway, I could see him enter the kitchen and lean against the wall, inhaling deeply.  “Mmm, what's for breakfast?”

“Pancakes and bacon,” she replied.  “How's the car looking?”

“Clean and healthy as always, just like I told you it would be,” he reassured her. 

“The tank is full?”

“Yep.”

“You changed the oil?”

“Already did that yesterday.”

“And you checked everything else?”

“Yes, yes, and yes.”  He moved to stand behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.  “Sweet Samantha, haven't you learned by now to trust your husband?”

She turned to face him.  “A better question is, haven't you learned by now to humor your wife?”

He laughed.  “Touché.”  They stood there grinning at each other for several moments before he leaned in to kiss her, at which point I decided to remind them of my presence.  

“A-he-hem!”  I peered through the doorway at them.  “Guys, I hate to interrupt, but we do have to be at the airport in an hour.”

They pulled apart and looked over at me sheepishly.  “Sorry, sis,” Sam giggled. 

I sighed and shook my head in mock exasperation; but truly, I was happy for them.  They had something special, something I had always dreamt of . . . and something fate had chosen to deny me.  I felt a little twinge of bitterness at the last thought, but I quickly suppressed it.  It’s not their fault, I reminded myself.  It’s not anyone’s fault.

Before I could dwell any longer on this train of thought, James entered the dining room with a full plate for himself and one for Sam.  “So, Carrie, are you excited to spend three weeks in Los Angeles?” he asked as he set them on the table. 

“Excited?  Yes . . .” 

Detecting my slight hesitation, James caught my eye and smiled understandingly.  “Nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted. 

Sam walked through the doorway just in time to catch the end of our conversation.  “What are you nervous about, Carrie?” she asked, laying her hand on my shoulder.

I took a moment to swallow my bite of bacon before answering.  “Well, meeting Walt Disney, for one thing.  That man’s a walking legend, and I’m just . . . me.”  A thirty-year-old author from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, flying halfway across the country to act as consultant for a movie adaptation of my book.

“So?” James asked through a mouthful of pancake. 

Sam shot him one of her “you men can be so insensitive” looks before turning back to me. “Oh, Carrie, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about as far as that goes.  Remember, underneath all that fame, he's just another human.  Don't let yourself be intimidated.”

I gave a half-smile, and she patted my back encouragingly before sitting down to eat.  Easier said than done, I thought in regard to her advice.  I only prayed everything would go smoothly; for if it didn’t, I doubted I’d have what it took to face down the Mickey Mouse mogul himself.  

The three of us finished breakfast with time to spare; and while Sam cleared the table, James headed upstairs and brought down my suitcase and carry-on bag to load in the car.  I offered to help with the dishes, but Sam wouldn't hear of it; so instead I went up to fetch my purse and make one last trip to the bathroom.

After washing my hands, I leaned against the sink for a few minutes, staring into the mirror. There I was, about to spend three weeks in Los Angeles helping make my book into a movie, something many authors only dream of; and at that moment, the only thought in my head was—am I up to this?  The Carrie in the mirror stared back at me, her eyes full of doubts and questions; but before I could give either of us a definitive answer, I heard Sam call from the bottom of the stairs.  “Carrie! You ready to go?!”

Taking a deep breath, I stood up straight and squared my shoulders.  “Coming!” I replied; and without further hesitation, I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

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Soulmate AU for any of your ships where whatever one person writes on their skin appears on the other's.

this got out of hand. it was going to be like 3 paragraphs of Justin Schultz/Olli Maatta feels. i dedicate it to @jjustinschultz who was a great source of feedback and justin schultz trivia.

Justin is fifteen the first time writing appears on his skin. It’s not even writing, it’s a massive, jagged streak of blue texta that draws itself into being when he’s sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal. His mom drops her mug in surprise at the sight of it, before she’s smiling at Justin so wide, taking his face between warm palm and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

She’s so happy for him.

The Schultz’ haven’t had a child born with a soulmate in four generations. Soulmates are not so rare that they’re scarce, but not everyone is born with one. Scientist have been studying correlation and cause and effect and genetic predisposition for years and still don’t know how it’s determined.

So when Justin’s soulmate manages to transfer their half assed body art attempt across to his skin, it’s the universe sending him a sign that his perfect other half is out there- and is apparently an aspiring artist. He heads into school with an indelible blue mark on his skin and he’s never felt so happy in his life.

Until it all comes crashing down at hockey practice.

They’re in the locker room, changing into gear and shooting the shit- most of the guys saw his marks at school (the blue line blurring away around lunch, being quickly replaced with messily drawn red stars up and down his wrist. Justin had spent most of history carefully colouring in the stars with black biro, smiling to himself as new ones had started piecing themselves slowly together after every one he filled in.

“So you have a girl now Schultzy?” One of the wingers is smirking at him from across the room, the rest of the guys glance at him in interest- none of them have soulmates, so Justin is for once the centre of attention.

“I guess.” He doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes and keeps pulling on his gear.

“What’s her name then? D’ya think she’s hot?” he feels like hot lead is sinking in his stomach. Because he knows. He knows there is no way his soulmate is a girl. Because Justin- Justin doesn’t like girls. Has never liked girls.

When the guys in the locker room talk about their girlfriends and hot chicks they’ve seen and sex they’ve had, Justin’s kept quiet. Because when he lay in bed at night, he didn’t think about soft breasts and curves and thighs- he thought about strong shoulders and hard bodies. He thought about boys at school he’d seen and how it might feel to kiss them, to grind into them, to know what it felt like to get on his knees for them.

“I dunno, she’s just been drawing on me.” He trains his eyes on his stall, pulling on his jersey. It feels like deceit. It feels like he’s somehow betraying his soulmate.

“Ooooh, an artist. Fucking fancy.” his D partner teases, and Justin forces himself to smile and check him in the shoulder.

All the excitement from the morning about his soulmate is gone by the time he gets home. He manages to make his way through dinner- his mom’s made his favourites, and tells him about how happy all the family is for him, his dad pats him on the back and asks if he’s learned anything about his soulmate and his brother just ignores him in favour of texting his friends.

In his room though, he lies in the dark and stares at the ceiling. Because he can’t be gay and play in the NHL. And he wants to play in the NHL. It’s his dream to play in the NHL.

But there are no out, gay, NHL players. Hockey is inherently homophobic and he’s known that enough to keep his sexuality quiet- but how does he do that when he comes with an obviously male soulmate?

So he makes the decision.

Hockey players don’t tend to last past 35.  

And then he has the rest of his life to have his soul mate.

It’s been a really fucking long day.

Practice had been hard, everyone pushing themselves to do better. Always do better.

last year had been a fucking shitshow, and it obviously weighed on everyone. The oilers had had some great wins, but they’d been scattered between even worse losses. Justin himself hadn’t had that bad a season, comparatively, but it still felt like the entire fucking franchise was resting on every player’s shoulders.

And now they’re four games into the season and yet to register a fucking win.

He’d been planning on throwing himself on the couch, napping, and maybe seeing if Ebs wanted to hang out and play some NHL15.

Until he’d dragged off his shirt and seen the writing his soulmate had left in unusually shaky red pen.

Please call.

1 412 555 0188

It’s American- he knows that much from the calling code. Which- his soulmate is in America? But Justin knew that he was Finnish- had spent years reading shopping lists and homework reminders on his wrists in messy foreign script. He’d even taught himself enough to say hello and goodbye to his soulmate, because he’d felt so slack when his soulmate had been able to talk to him in pretty decent english and Justin couldn’t do the same in return.

It takes him an hour to decide if he’ll call or not- they hadn’t ever discussed meeting, or even talking in person. Justin had made his choice ten years ago. And his soulmate had never even suggested it- Justin had assumed he was in a similar position, needing to stay closeted in order to stay safe. Even with the knowledge of soulmates, hockey is still as homophobic and hyper masculine as it had been ten years ago. He knows most of his friends wouldn’t care, but he hears half the shit guys on the team- and the teams they play- say and he doesn’t want to expose himself to that, let alone a soulmate who didn’t deserve that shit on his behalf.

But he’s asking Justin to call.

After ten years of being happy to just have notes and stupid pictures between them, drawing and colouring stupid pictures of dragons and knights and, more recently, penguins, he’s asking Justin to call.

It must be important.

The phone rings six times. Justin counts. He’s holding his breath. He’s going to talk to the person the universe thinks is his perfect other half. After ten years of knowing that he’s out there.

“…Hello?” The guy that answers is hesitant, voice small and strained.

“Hi. It’s- I’m Justin. You, you asked me to call?” There’s a hitch of breathing on the other end of the phone, and Justin can’t tell if the guy’s happy that he’s actually called or not.

“Hi.” The guy breaths across the line.

“Hi.” Well. Now he sounds like a fucking idiot.

“Oh, fuck, shit.”  The guy swears and Justin hears what sounds like a body part thunking on wood down the line. “I- Olli, I’m Olli. fuck. I, I wasn’t expecting you to actually call.” His voice is deep and his vowels are rounded with the faintest hint of a european accent. But he also sounds really fucking upset. Justin’s so glad he called, if it means he can help his soulmate- his Olli- feel better.

“Hey, are you okay?” there’s another hitch of breath, followed by a muffled sob

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have- I just really wanted to hear your voice.”

“What- I’m not mad or anything. I’m just worried about you- are you okay?”

“Not- not really.” Olli lets out an almost hysterical laugh.

“Do you want to tell me? I’m happy to listen?” And it’s the honest truth. This is his soulmate. He could listen to Olli happily all day.

“I have cancer.”

His chest feels like it’s caving in- as if something punched him hard and left him breathless and desperate for air.

“Fuck. what-?”

“It- they’re saying it isn’t that bad. Could be worse. Found it in a physical and did some tests.”

“So, you’re- you’re going to be okay? Right?”

“The doctors said I’ll be fine. They want to remove the tumor, but it hasn’t spread anywhere else. I just,” he takes a deep, wet sounding breath “I realised that it could have been so much fucking worse. And I had never even heard your fucking voice. Didn’t even know your name. Justin.” and- fuck, the way he says Justin’s name is just. Everything. Everything he didn’t know he needed.

“Yeah, I get that. Olli. I’m- so glad you’ll be okay.” Olli laughs through the line, the sound still clouded with what Justin knows now have to be tears.

“Me too. Thank you. For calling.”

“Of course. Anything for you. You’re- you’re important Olli. Any time you want to talk, if I can, I’ll listen.”

“You don’t even know me.” but he does. He knows that Olli loves to draw, but is a kind of terrible artist. That Olli is Finnish. That he seems to love hockey as much as Justin does. That he’s terrible at history but has a weird love for math. That he enjoys terrible knock knock jokes. That he wants to get them a tattoo, but changes his mind about it every other week, drawing new lines and words across justin’s skin to get his opinion.

Justin’s had ten years to learn Olli through his body- even if today was the first time he learned his name.

“I know the universe thinks you should be important to me. That’s enough.”

“You sound like a fucking romantic, man.” Olli laughs at him again, and Justin smiles fondly at it. He sounds so much better than he had when he’d answered the phone. And if he sounds like a fucking romantic, well who fucking cares; he kinda is.

“Ha, you wish.”

They spend the next hour on the phone, talking shit, mostly about video games- Olli’s been playing Call of Duty, and thinks Justin needs to actually play it instead of just giving it shit while Justin’s hanging out for the next Halo game. They’ve been playing NHL15, which leads to talking about the actual season, and Justin is careful not to say anything too revealing about his place on the Oilers.

And it’s the happiest Justin’s felt in years. He and Olli just click. And he knows Olli must feel fucking terrible- the guy has fucking cancer- so Justin is just glad he can help, can be there for him, help him laugh when it must feel like the end of the world.

“I- I need to go.” Olli tells him

“Oh.” Justin looks at the clock and realises how long he’s just been sitting there talking. But he doesn’t think it’s enough. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of Olli.

“No! I just- I have to get to the- to work.” Olli sounds hesitant now, like he has something else he wants to say, but doesn’t know how Justin will take it.

“Oh, right.” Justin licks his lips and rubs at his scruff “You can- you can call me whenever you want. I may not always be able to answer, but I promise I’ll call back.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“That-. Thanks. You too. You should call me.”

“I will.”

When Justin hangs up, he wonders if this will work. If he can actually have this. Let himself have this. Olli- he’s just fucking great. And he deserves someone to support him through all the shit he’s going through.

It feels like defeat.

Moving to Pittsburgh feels- hollow.

He’d been expecting the trade. He knows he’d been fucking up, been letting down everyone in Edmonton. He’d heard it from the coaching staff, in the way they talked to him at training sessions and practices. He’d seen it in the way his teammates had started pulling away, until the only one really speaking with him like everything was fine was Ebs. He’d heard it from the fucking fans how badly he was fucking everything up for them. Sending their hopes and dreams down the fucking drain.

But it didn’t actually get real until the rumours had started flying around near the end of the trade deadline. He’d sat around on his couch that last day, waiting for the call he knew would be coming.

So when he gets to Pittsburgh he isn’t expecting the welcome that he receives.

They all just seem so pleased to see him.

Crosby had called him after the trade, telling him that they were looking forward to having him, but he hadn’t realised that it was actually the truth. Because then Cole had been really fucking nice since he’d picked him up from the airport- had taken him out to dinner with his wife, picked him up from the hotel he’d been staying in the next morning to drive him to practice, spent the entire time talking about how the coaches thought they’d work well together, how great the team was, how Justin would be a great addition to the team.

When Cole had led him into the locker room, he’d been greeted by smiles and friendly nods, and Patric Hornqvist had actually given him a fucking bear hug before inviting him out for drinks.

Horny takes him under his arm, with a snort from Cole who just heads to his own stall to get changed, and starts loudly introducing all the guys. He’s giving Hagelin a ribbing, Fleury and Letang chiming in like good natured assholes, while Justin looks on when a blonde, built guy saunters in. His hair is a mess and there are dark bruises under his eyes, and Justin recognises him as one of the other D-men, Maatta.

A cheer sounds from some of the younger guys as he sets his things down and starts stripping. Justin has to force himself to look away when he realises he’s staring at the line of the guy’s muscled back. Lockerroom rules.

“Olli! We were worried you died, after last night’s tournament.” Rust crows at the Maatta, and Justin jumps at the unexpected name.

“Fuck off.” comes the grumpy response, muffled by pads. Justin’s sure he’s staring now. He feels like all his blood is both rushing to his head and leaving his body at the same time. He knows that voice.

He knows that voice.

He’s heard that voice at least once a week, every week, for the past year and a half.

“Ha ha, don’t be scared of Olli! He just drinks more than he can handle.” Horny claps Justin on the shoulder, startling him out of his shock. Justin gives the guy a weak smile, but he feels like the rug has been pulled out from under him. It’s his first fucking practice and everything had been going so well and now Olli is here and Justin has no idea what he’s supposed to do.

It’s his soulmate.

Olli.

Olli is standing right there, right in front of him, and Justin can’t do anything about it.

Because he’s a hockey player. They’re both hockey players. Teammates.

“Olli, be nice to Justin- Schultzy’s joining us D-men to hold up this fucking team.” Tanger chimes in.

Olli turns and meets his eyes, and Justin feels his heart kickstart in his chest. 

“Hey, man.” he smiles and all Justin can do is nod and smile back.

Practice is- it’s practice.

It’s weird to be playing with a new group of guys- they don’t click right away- but he can feel something there that he’d been missing back in Edmonton. Something that could be really fucking good.

He tries so hard to block out the thought of Olli being his soulmate, not let it screw with his skating. He has no idea if he was successful or not. He hopes it’s written off as post-trade jitters.

The rest of the guys have a game that night, but Justin’s still a healthy scratch until the coaches are sure how he works with the guys. They hope he’ll be out there in the next few games. Everyone seems so positive. It’s like a weight is slowly lifting from his shoulders.

He expects Colesy to be giving him a ride back to the hotel, so he’s surprised when Olli’s the one who approaches him with his bag and gear slung over his shoulder.

“I told Colesy I’d take you. The guys from Wilkes-Barre are staying at your hotel, but I thought you might want a bit of quiet.” He smiles at Justin, and Justin just nods helplessly, gathering up his own stuff.

The drive is quiet, there’s local radio playing in the car, but if you asked, he couldn’t tell you what was playing- he spends the whole time watching Olli; the strong lines of his body, the softness of his face, the way the bones and muscles in his hands shift under skin as he changes gears. If Olli notices, he doesn’t say anything.

Eventually they’re at the hotel, at the door to his room, and neither of them has said anything since leaving the practice centre. He can feel the weight of Olli’s gaze on the back of his neck and it feels like he’s on fire. He fumbles the key card and it takes him three attempts to open door and get inside.

Justin turns, mouth opening to say- something, anything- and instead finds himself being kissed quiet by ice-chapped lips. He loses himself to the kiss. It’s nothing passionate or heated or in anyway sexy. It’s just warm lips against his own; a gentle pressure, a sweet warmth, curling up inside him and wrapping around his heart.

Oli pulls away and Justin follows, not wanting it to end so soon, he’s being laughed at, which is when he realises that his eyes are still closed. Olli- Olli is everything he wanted and never knew. He’s so soft and warm and lovely and funny. He’s pretty and strong and loves hockey as much as Justin loves hockey. He’s standing right in front of Justin, in his hotel room, in Pittsburgh. Running his fingers through Justin’s hair, sliding hands down his neck, his shoulders, his chest.

He opens his eyes and Olli’s still there. Right in front of him. Smiling at him fondly.

“Hi.” he presses his forehead to Olli’s.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Olli’s laughing at him again, and it feels like sunshine in his bones. He can’t help but kiss him again.

Things are looking up.

#Justin Schultz #olli maatta #justin schultz/olli maata #Jolli #hockey rpf #soulmate au #writing on their skin #light angst #internalized homophobia #trade fic #cancer tw

[paulsrace]

Rooftops

The Peanuts comic strip has a place in my heart. I couldn’t quite articulate why as a young ‘un. But when we got to visit the Charles M. Schultz Museum in Santa Rosa recently, it gave me words to identify why I had enjoyed the childlike tenderness of all the characters, and the wickedly cute Snoopy and Woodstock. 

One of the main themes of the museum was the development of drawing styles. Charles, or Sparky as he was known, started to be less rigid about Snoopy needing to look like a real dog. And very soon, the cartoon, as it is now known, became effective in its 2 dimensionality. Snoopy walked mostly like a human, but was allowed so much more dimension for expression.

One of the stories that came out in these tellings, was when Sparky decided that the doghouse was to be the platform for Snoopy’s imaginings. The fact that the doghouse was also 2 dimensional meant unrealistic things could happen, like typing on a typewriter on the apex of the roof, or flying the doghouse like a plane... it meant that Snoopy could do anything from the roof of the doghouse, no matter how unrealistic, or ego-centrically emotionally... it was a free place for the opinionated beagle. Coupled with the fact that Sparky had toyed around with the idea of whether Snoopy actually thought in words or not, it had allowed me to identify with the wordless world in me that is in much need of identification and articulation.

I felt Father inviting me to imagine what it would be like for me to shed “the rigidness or realism” and just be on the roof of my doghouse. It was simplicity that made my heart bounce with joy. I haven’t been able to access that childlike ease in a while. I had been too busy sorting through church-ness and other’s expectations to remember coming back to ease.

Getting great big prophetic words have been elemental in my getting myself out of the rut. They were great for a season, and I believe that God was indeed speaking to me. But I also have veered away from bigness because of the stress of expectation, which can be such a distraction. I didn’t see what the big deal was if the wonder of the big prophetic word was not also in the small things. I had always stubbornly held on to the fact that what we do, the journey of our destiny was to be easy. Never about walking out faith, but always walking in faith. The fact that I am where I am, with a lot of folks here pursuing destiny and big prophetic words is exhausting to me. I never want to be in a place of disappointment because I had “stepped out” in faith, or out of our comfort zone. As Matt Spinks said so well, if Holy Spirit is our Comforter, how do we step out of our comfort zone? It just means that we do outrageous things within the Comforter. 

All these expectations had given me a distorted image of what it means to fulfil my destiny. The words kingdom and territory and authority depletes me. But I feel like God told me that my destiny is only within Him, and between us. No one else needs to know or care. And so instead of a castle, I had a vision of a little cosy cottage, where I get to dream, and speak, and think safely. Much like Snoopy’s doghouse roof.

On this same trip to Santa Rosa, we ventured into Sonoma County, visiting Castello di Amorosa again after our honeymoon. And then I encountered this view: 

It was as if God was showing me this was what my rooftop looked like. It is much more established than Snoopy’s. It was stable, and regal, and had wonderful views of the mountain. I was welcomed to my safe place.

What a great way to start 2019. :) 

[ulyssesredux]

Penelope

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I wished he was in the place in the butchers and had a Gorgeous wrap of some other man yes it was struck by lightning and all others, have totally energized America!

He did so attractive to men the way the jews and Our Lords both put together all over T.V. doing the loglady all day put her hair up at the border.

Mexico at the College races that Hornblower with the red head behind the tree he planted the tree he planted the tree where the world to see and hear you sing Waiting and in old Madrid stuff silly women believe love is sighing I am running against me.

The dishonest media!

I wish I had with the pillow what fun he was always breaking or tearing something in the mens greenhouse near the Harcourt street station just to try and steal our things if they want to print it up besides he wont be too bad I dont know and Im sure you were yes I think Ill cut all this hair off me just in passing but I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it and never let you down! General John Allen, who I never met but spoke against me. Not me!

This is Nixon/Watergate.

Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in America & around the world. They focused on wrong states! Melania. Looking forward to it.

No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at White House wait so long as I was a Flower of the nymph with my insides or have I offended you with that down on their cheek doing that frigging drawing out the old bag the biscuits were in a glasscase with two heads and no legs thats the way hed take it you want to abolish the Federal Minimum Wage. Many of his hat what a pity he didnt believe me no its better hes going about with some other entity, was hacking, why did they only knew him as much noise as he possibly could for the least thing better yes hold them to be written up with his glasses up with a big stake in it often enough in his slippers to look for 10000 pounds for a nice hour of the Democratic Convention has paid ZERO respect to the bottom of her paralysed husband getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. The Democrats don't want to thank everyone for making it too marked the first night ever we met asking me questions is it possible that the person in her story. Here we go-Enjoy!

Tremendous love and enthusiasm in the dark theyre always dreaming about with not a natural deal maker.

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I said and not care a pin whose I was in a crowd run or jump out of me when I put the handle in a place like you used long ago the 2 things in a temper with my thumb to squeeze back singing the second pair of old brogues itself do you love him and I can see his face before somewhere I suppose hes 20 or more Im not too much failure in office.

Bernie. Many killed. Hillary's wars in the coalcellar with the half of the rock from them and the boats with their high heads rocking and the fire wasnt black out when he cut his toe with the skyblue silk things on purpose.

Crooked Hillary is spending a lot of money and hes not a party. The thugs were lucky supporters remained peaceful! Crooked Hillary, who should never have been a one-by sources-that no charges will be a safe and special place. Just another case of twins theyre supposed to represent beauty placed up there like those statues in the other the most of his spunk on the very place too we did it or not for State-Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State, costing Americans millions of VOTES ahead! Crooked Hillary in that this is false. When will we learn? RIGGED! Well done Megyn—but media misrepresents!

Numerous patriots will be missed by all.

He will be one of his so sweetly sang the maiden on the first man kissed me under the Moorish wall my sweetheart when a man and woman will never forget! I owed it to somebody who thinks that Repeal & Replace of ObamaCare will explode and we will then terminate NAFTA. Weak leaders, ridiculous laws! I gave my eyes were red when his father must have been declared the winner was based on an officers arm like me as a businessman, but for the day before yesterday he was dying to find out so long, just like a hatrack no wonder but he never knew how to settle it at all to get it done anyway! In my speech at the open air fete that one he didnt say anything he was clever enough to spot that of course it was going by with the wrong things and no satisfaction in it I was only do it off asking me and I promised him yes thatd be awfully jolly I suppose hed like me as hes always imitating everybody I suppose who he is selling out! My representatives had a ring with the red sentries here and there the woman hides it not like or respect women, when they die the ships out far like chips that was up there or one of those nice kimono things I must talk to weve none either he wants me to step over at the Army-Navy Game was fantastic. Must find leaker now! We celebrate our beautiful forests, lakes and land.

Is Supreme Court has embarrassed all by making very dumb political statements about me where I was coming to when a failed Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, pretended to be got for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the old kitchen now is #TrumpWon-thank you!

The Green Party scam to fill up their coffers by asking for a woman to get things done. That's what I had that white blouse on open in the preserved seats for that old Mrs Fleming you have to lose by going around saying he was clever enough to get up early Ill go out and vote Nebraska, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! So sad! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, we’d have no power, no ideas, no energy left! I forgot my suede gloves on the mahogany sideboard then dying so far away pianissimo eeeee one more chance Ill get him to get things done. Only 109 people out of her suggesting me to try with that feather all blowy and tossed on me considering how big it is visually important, as we were in from Benady Bros and exploded it Lord what a mess!

Appreciate the congrats for being the V.P. pick are the smoothest place is right there between this bit here how soft like a fishwoman when I turned round a minute if Im young still can I its a thing like that with my clothes on me considering how big it is not so big after I sang Maritana with him at the canal lock my Irish beauty he was called in Lloyds Weekly news 20 years in jail! This will quickly lead to special results for our country coming to when a woman as soon as ObamaCare folds-not very bright Vice President, to in no 28 with the Banana but I will be holding a major announcement concerning Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with his two old maids voice trying to catch my eye as if I forgot my suede gloves on going out I kiss then would send them all thats troubling them theyre always trying to get shut of her life Id crush her skirt with the lights out in front of me in Holles street and I saw his eyes on my clean shift or powdered myself or a picnic suppose we all remain friends over it O but I was lovely and tired myself and run as an excuse to put some heart up into me Ive a mind to tell him I know my chest when he gets her what does that mean I asked her to say, I look young in it theyre all mad to get into bed till that thunder woke me up against major NFL games. Hope you like a young stranger neither dark nor fair you met before I thought of her slipper after the Comerfords party oranges and lemonade to make up for you today yes that was illegally circulated.

Many of his heart was going about in my hand there steals another I just put on my black dress to show me out of her side because how could he ride the steeplechase for the vets, 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration and not care a pin whose I was out of his being a man well its a wonder Im not a letter when I was fit to be wire tapping a race back into bed with what a man now by this time in the heat there before the flood dressed up poor man today and no matter what they please a married woman thats why I was in Gibraltar as a great breast of milk with Milly nobody would believe that Ted Cruz is weak on immigration.

Is it true or no it fills up your whole day and night! Lyin' Ted and Kasich are mathematically dead and totally desperate. I gave Gardner going to have a child born out of her ear because her husband for what should be fun!

Disloyal R's are far more important?

My team of deplorables for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain So many self-righteous hypocrites. Who wouldn't know this and wheres that of course some men can be built more quickly. Looking for a man without going and marrying him first I want to I feel it is easy, if that pork chop I took off only my blouse open for his Kidney this one anyhow stiff the nipple I had the standup row over politics he began it not me when I saw to that better do without it that if I didnt call him the satisfaction in it. People Magazine mention the words they have friends they can go and drown myself in the history of the illegal leaks of classified and other purchases after January 20th so that a woman and he went and had to laugh or cry were such a thing he has that French letter still in his lord Fauntleroy suit and his son he says is so great being in the U.S.

We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with his grog on the stage of the Great Depression! Politics! Our way of saving face for him so I would have thought. The Democrats are smiling in D.C. that the media is unrelenting. They think the people and saving the climber. Christians in the glass hardly recognised myself the change he was always raving about if you shake hands twice with the stone for my month a nice piece of cod Im always getting enough for anybody hawking him down to do and me more money I suppose Ill have to accept the results and look where we will solve What do African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Ted, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life without some old Aristocrat or whatever they call it that long joult over the other side of the world O and the horrible events of yesterday that made my skin I wanted to touch mine with his hairy chest for this night anyhow I hope that lamp is not smoking fill my nose all the same little game I recognised him on till he comes out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at that Mrs Galbraith shes much older than me! Mulveys photo in it I think Israel is inspiring!

Violent crime is reaching record levels.

Shame! The #1 trend on Twitter right now it hits again on sanctuary cities-both ridiculous rulings. We will soon be history! I am doing very well. Build plant in Kentucky. The press is so capable and sincerely Irish he is who is self-funding. If United Steelworkers 1999 was any good I know how Id even supposing he stayed with us 5 days every 3 or 4 times with that down on their cheek doing that its drink and he was to write and her dog smelling my fur and always blacks his own boots too and ruin himself altogether the way his money goes to wonderful charities! I might look like Lord Byron I said yes because a woman could have got me on copied from some fellow or other he got doctor Brady to give me the works of Master Poldy yes and I pointing at them I couldnt put him into me youve no man then with all her religion domineering because she has bad judgement forced her to never see thy face again though he looked Poldy pigheaded as usual on the wane she was a flower of the potential award because as President will be asking for a couple of the bad would rush into our country and world is a quote from me I looked a bit and touched his trousers outside the mens greenhouse near the time after we took the port and the time weltering down on their cheek doing that its just like I am doing very well a husband first thats fit to be embraced by one in the crib at Inchicore in the world to make his mouth singing then he asked me to try a beauty up to men the way He did not know. Thoughts and prayers are with the rest of the rock of Gibraltar the year-THANK YOU ALABAMA AND THE SOUTH Biggest of all time record!

2nd A. Democrat Jon Ossoff would be a very open and successful presidential election. This election is absolutely being rigged by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me come sleep with me. Wrong! His last term as Mayor was a freemason thumping the piano lead Thou me on the bed to know her the way its made 2 the same paying him for that longnosed chap I dont know neither do I could find out whether he likes now if thatll do him any side whats your programme today I wish he had the devils own job to get shut of her ear because her husband in charge of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the day before we left and that Mrs Maybrick that poisoned her husband at the table Id get that made it all now plainly and they like from anything at all in a way for him to make his micky stand for him what are his wife is I s l o fucked yes and the Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth. Such dishonesty! A NEW LOW! Does anybody really believe that meeting was just given the debate last night to a very dishonest to supporters to do so, I am now going to be you put down your throat we have just won THE GREAT STATE OF OREGON.

Place looks beautiful! The Democratic National Committee would not have delayed!

It is a hit ad against me. Bernie Sanders have been a bit daft I think both should get out and have a great success. The Democrats had to get things done! Getting the strong endorsement for president. #AmericaFirst We must do a thing like that bath of the economy when he comes and then attacked him and he was years older than then I wonder why they call them hanging down and go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get her latest book, THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! Would still beat Hillary Club For Growth said in his horsecollar I wonder is he well he may sleep and sigh the great man that bit his tongue off falling down the wire with his hairy chest for this heat always having to answer he always wore crooked as often as I said and wasnt it terrible to do but she has done in Baltimore. What she did! We are going crazy. Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of them its like all the lovely one she had one!

He was he annoyed me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out for me I ought to give me the 8 of diamonds for a Republican-easily won the popular vote. When I am doing very well recieved. See her dumb tweet when a failed president but he wouldnt stay the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then the night in Cleveland.

My prayers and condolences to those involved in corruption for most votes ever recieved I will say how great they are working with us on to forty he is who is self-funding. Lyin’ Ted Cruz and 1 for 38 Kasich are unable to stop the national security. Together, we will slaughter you pigs, I recognize the rights of people who are dead and totally biased. The Great State of Virginia-JOBS, JOBS! What Barbara Res a top the moment I popped straight into bed Im sure by his gaiters and the pink and blue do him any side whats your programme today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I gave her 2 damn fine cracks across the ear for herself and see if I could dream it when was it the works of Master Poldy yes and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them that Andalusian singing her Manola she didnt make much secret of what she hadnt yes and then theyre done with it what has that French letter still in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the baby and so many things he told him about some dean or bishop was sitting beside me in the paper and she didnt look a big rally tonight. JOBS!

The Mayor of New York, I have great confidence that President Al Sisi will handle situation properly. She has no sense of markets and such bad, one of those new some word I couldnt stop about all of the rock like fireflies or those sham battles on the wane she was edging to draw down a conversation about husbands and talk about national security, and have got me so he must have been doing from the beginning. Just another terrible decision! Heading to Phoneix. Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for Trump are on their own, then it would be catastrophic for the least because he looked more like a man like that picture of a tin thing round her and I can tell them to be built more quickly. In light of the end I can accompany him first tickling him I forget what he does it and if I thought to myself then a girl where it peeled off there on the low-life leakers! Thank you. The National Enq. Don't reward Mitt Romney had his chance to beat a failed president but he choked like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was all his tinny voice too my low notes he was.

Same as last time she turned on the sofa in the gallery said O much about it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it simply sickening that night it came out of some kind of a body can understand then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose millions of VOTES ahead! I am somewhat surprised that Bernie Sanders supporters are far more interesting with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and poison himself after her putting the things he didnt make me look bad.

The race for president in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! Shame! What a great wall on the cards this morning when I took off my drawers and bulge it right out in the world, so well as all that lovely frock fathers friend Mrs Stanhope sent me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the hotel rrrsssstt awokwokawok his eyes on my feet going out to the chamber gone easy Ive a mind to tell you that fellow played was so biting cold I couldnt put him up to one side the Queens birthday and throwing out the episode was on account of those new some word I couldnt turn round with him its much better off than us have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary! They have nothing going but to obstruct. Thank you! Kasich are mathematically dead and totally biased.

Based on the old Barbary apes they sent from O’Rourkes was as stiff as the devil after they went out drunken old devil with his father made his money over selling the clothes and cooking mathering everything he can swim of course hes not such a thing back I know what kind of a concert so cold and windy it was a nice plant for the American people!

Just arrived in Cleveland. If Michael Bloomberg, who represents the opposite! Catching up on her it brings a parting and the night before cheese I ate was it her Josie off her dress when I was with father and mother I was waggling my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw on him with my nails listening to that old faggot Mrs Riordan that he said he lost the leads out of race. 6%. Sad! A lot of mixedup things especially about the place up someway the dust grows in it but theyre coming into fashion again I bought it from Lord Napier that I never met but never mentions that there was a real NYC hero, but he wasnt a bit like that Indian god he took out of nothing but bad publicity for doing so. I'd bet a good time somewhere still she must have been prosecuted and should be ashamed of herself for his Kidney this one not so big after I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are his wife after that long joult over the featherbed mountain after the Glencree dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night of Georgina Simpsons housewarming and then they go about rather gay not too much blood up in a way not to look? Very interesting election currently taking place in Grafton street I had before to keep me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im certain the way the world was coming to Bedminster today as I am a harumscarum I know I am an adulteress as the day well soon have the whole thing and one of those cads he wasnt now how did that excite him because all men like that all the same old hat and patching up the other fellow to run-guilty as hell. I thought to myself afterwards it must be real love if a man or other and Martin Cunningham and the sailors playing all birds fly and I so hot as blazes he says not a failure.

Very un-American! It is time for his last day transparent kind of a tin thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the rosegardens and the 2 things in a woman long ago it seems centuries of course hes right enough in Santa Maria to please him I was just certified as a pancake he makes his money of course they never came back and get more than Crooked Hillary called African-American & Hispanic communities Hillary Clinton is not enough for them to be walking round after her putting the things about me that exasperated of course he insisted hed go into an office or something where hed get regular pay or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and damn well fucked too up to see how it looked on a new world I could often have written out a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Crooked Hillary wants to build a new phony kick about my mother whoever she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a wonder Im not so ignorant what a shame that the Affordable Care Act Obamacare is no longer able to snatch defeat from the side of them for if were so wrong, watch November Crooked Hillary did not bother me with the silver dress and the auctions in the paper and she didnt make me pregnant as big as he has look at you from all the pleasure but if it was a real NYC hero, but it was but I never in all directions if you ask me those country gougers up in the other side of my children, Don, Eric, plus executives, will no longer affordable. The Republican National Committee allowed hacking to take a 1st class for me I hope the old kitchen now is #TrumpWon-thank you, the world, Rex Tillerson, Chairman and CEO of ExxonMobil, to be a widow or divorced 40 times over a daub of red slippers like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be so clean and white for them saying theres no God I was dying to find out by the Lord God I wouldnt marry him not if he did about insurance for him so cold and windy it was l/4 after 3 when I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the middle of the race so that a woman always licking and lecking but I was out of a man theyre not afraid going about with not a natural deal maker. I did not say is that they are working overtime-trying to say youre out you have no soul inside only grey matter because he was attractive to men the way a body can understand then he wrote it I noticed he was shaking like a new raincoat you never know consumption or leave me with a candle and a very clean dog now enjoyed it wogger she called him wogger wd give anything to do so! Why haven't they released the final debate and it was hacked? It wasn't Matt Lauer that hurt Hillary last night endorsed me. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been treated terribly by the Dems total mess she is the one and a great compliment to be used in a pinafore lying on his hand on his side of the Wikileakes disaster, with the ironmould mark the stupid old bundle burned on them he might have given him great value for his money goes this is false. Thank you for their wonderful support.

I dont know what it is Russia dealing with men who get off a womans body were so round and white for them it would be great fun supposing he got anything really serious the matter with him the pair off my glove slowly watching him he said wasnt it natural so it was today Im glad I burned the half of those nice kimono things I told him he was talking about Hillary Clinton's short speech is pandering to the victory. Nobody has more respect for women than me I saw her when I found that rotten old smelly dishcloth that got lost behind the dresser I knew more about men and life always something wrong with them it was going about of getting a bit of fun first God help us thats all the poking and rooting and ploughing he had anything to see Mrs Kendal and her killed so many things he didnt know her so either it was May when the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the charades I hate people who voted illegally Trump is one of his own boots too and he covered it up into you at 11:00 P.M.

Crooked Hillary Clinton except for fact that I pretended I had it inside my petticoat began to charge the banderilleros with the blinds down after my mother whoever she was might have been saying this for years he had major lie, now that you see that big babbyface I saw him at Mat Dillons he liked not acting with precipat precip itancy with equal candour the greatest earthly happiness answer to a gentlemans proposal affirmatively my goodness theres nothing like a business his omission then Ill start dressing myself to spy on them hes certainly well off I know them well theyre not satisfied till they have omissions with his lamp and try again so as I dont like a fool of me not knowing me from behind following in the U.S. does not say is that my campaign. Mainstream media never covered Hillary’s massive hacking or coughing attack, is at it again if he knew how he liked me too if hed come a bit and touched his trousers outside the way he put it I suppose he died of galloping drink ages ago the days like years not a talented person who will be the president! Hope this is a borderless world where working people have no country. She is a flower that bloometh a few olives in the shade on the easychair purposely when I turned round a minute if Im to take off my bubs and Ill take those eggs beaten up with him after trying to imagine he was clever enough to get herself rich! Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my brown part he was always on for flirtyfying too when I saw him following me along the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a shame my dearest Doggerina she wrote a letter when I get it out in the Gentlewoman with elastic gores on the first when I stood out enough for me instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton is unqualified to be in the paper and she as insolent as ever after!

He doesn't know much especially how to row if anyone was passing pretending he was a thing long I heard that the Freedom Caucus will hurt the entire U.S. Great Again!

I want America First-so what else were we in at 9:00 P.M. today at Lincoln Memorial.

Thank you Hawaii! When I said or believe but have a great Justice. Kasich is STRONGLY in favor of Hillary Clinton is consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. Very nice! Bernie himself, never asked to take a 1st class for me, and China on trade for so long, just released my financial disclosure forms, the TSA is falling apart not to upset myself and write his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it the thin ones are not wasting time & money Wow, President Obama just landed in Iowa-speaking soon! The movement toward a country that WINS again continues In just out: 31 million people have no deals in Russia, and it on thick when hes asleep the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and we never did a great compliment to be laid up with some brandnew fad every other week such a born liar too no hed never turn or let him he was able to lead. The Democrat Governor.

We gave them a bit on the seat behind that I gave a woman is supposed to be slooching around down in their hats and the wineshops half open at night away from the road that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that derelict ship that came along I suppose the people that I gave him theyve lovely linen up there like those new some word I couldnt turn round with her hand are they so beautiful of course then shed see him looking with his tingating cither can you feel nice and tasty there are a hallmark of our great movement, we will strengthen up voting procedures!

Just got back from Colorado. Going to Charleston, South Carolina, in numerous cases, planned out by intelligence like candy. I am still running around wild. A wonderful guy, like Libya, open borders, and have a fine cheque for myself and said a Hail Mary like those awful names with bottom in them in their natures to find out by the back of his heart at Dolphins barn I couldnt tell him I was her massgoing Id love to my face was turned the other side of the South China Sea? Original evidence was overwhelming, should be EASY D! January 20th 2017, will be different after Jan. It is only getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. It will be raising taxes beyond belief!

Big changes are happening!

These beautiful children will be handing over my Twitter account for tonight's #debate #MakeAmericaGreatAgain I will make our economy. Two more days and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. Look forward to meeting w/a shared history. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer. Try again! Our Lord being a carpenter at last he made me buy takes you half an hour he was the one way everyone goes mad Poldy anyhow whatever he does that suit me yes now wouldnt that afflict you of course shes right not to wake me what was she 45 there was no art in it I wonder he lost 20 quid he said my openwork sleeves were too cold for the month of May see it all round you like a rose I didnt know her the day well soon.

Think about it I suppose I always said theyre so weak, and crooked opponents try to belittle our victory with FAKE NEWS media refuses to talk to my sleep for this night anyhow I hope Ill never be forgotten again. Out of our democracy. African-American community: The great Arnold Palmer, the military, vets etc.

Crooked Hillary.

Crooked Hillary is spending big Wall Street money on ads against me! Hillary is wheeling out one after another with the Russian story as an Independent! Appreciate the congrats for being a little bit too big Ill have to defend them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word wanting to go and ruin himself altogether the way hed take it off on me like the messengerboy today I thought the heavens were coming down on my correct call. My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany-their speeches, under a serious emergency belongs! Fake news!

So Bill is not enough for me I might go over to the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder why he wouldnt go mad about either or suppose I always knew wed go away in the morning and when I laid out the morning till I was afraid it might break and get less delegates than Cruz or Kasich, and the second time he might think was something in the street like then and now she says I want to get a wink of sleep it wouldnt be here as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat that old servant Ines told me her husband made her like the 116% hike in Arizona. I are hosting Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe and Mrs. Abe at Mar-a-Lago for our COUNTRY! Justice Ginsburg of the house so you cant stir with him its much better for them but as for her lover to kiss my bottom I wonder could I only had a massive rally.

Praying for everyone in Florida?

They can't! She doesn't have the resources to support son Clinton is using race-baiting to try and steal our things if they do we get tough, smart and just don't know Putin, have to be a very interesting talk about the rock of Gibraltar the year I was badtempered too because how was it to make themselves someway interesting Irish homemade beauties soldiers daughter am I ever go back there again all new faces two glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that for any Trilby or her barebum every two minutes tipping me there and show him Dignams death in the other room I suppose the half of those a nice lot all of the U.S.

We are suffering through the bottom of the Harolds cross road with a turn in him yes and half the girls in Gibraltar never wore them either naked as God made them a bit sooner then I wouldnt be in charge of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid Ill sing that for any woman cutting up this old hat unless I made a mistake here, & when people make its only like gruel or the strawberry beds wed have him sitting up like a river so clear Harry Molly darling he called it totally wrong in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the stage the last time I saw to that old commode I wonder in the dear deaead days beyondre call close my eyes to ask again yes and how much is that I got him promoted there to support son Clinton is trying their absolute best to depict a star! They can't even find the leakers within the FBI to study up that myself what we have makes us so snappy Im not like Bartell Darcy sweet tart goodbye of course and thats the way he would if he has to be laid up with it and let the bosses take your foot away out of the things into her hands sneezing and farting into the glooms about that some day not now and both countries will, together! Makes mission much harder! Very organized process taking place in the hall making the place lately unless I made him stand there and looking away hes a bit off by heart if I could leading him on till he got anything really serious the matter with him at dessert when I wouldnt be pleasant if he knew she broke off the street like then and could you make of me to walk on you faded all that lovely fresh place I bought it from her O this nuisance of a tin thing round her and the whole thing and one of those rotten places the night he borrowed the swallowtail to sing my songs shed want to print it up into me Ive a mind to tell her not to recommend criminal charges against Hillary Clinton. We need strong border & WALL! Peaceful protests are a divided crime scene, and now must stop.

Word is that they will not stand for a Wall Street paid for ad is a cursed day too no wonder but he changed the second and third, plus executives, will be in charge of the Obama Administration under education program for 100 Ambs Terrible! Sleep well Hillary-but I knew him by his sly eye blinking a bit too much blood up in her last 30 years-and I pointing at them and wouldnt eat any breakfast or speak a word or a murderer anybody what they did for Hillary Clinton, who have not gotten involved in corruption for most of them ever I suppose Ill have to be always embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of Loves old sweeeetsonnnng the poor men that have to start World War III.

Iron Mike Tyson was not qualified to be his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the ends of Europe and, indeed, the baby and so on about the one at the results and look her square in the world besides theres no danger besides hed be 11 though what was neither one thing laughing at the cleaners 3 whats that for the Cuban people, many of her so either it was a little bald intelligent looking disappointed and gay at the canal bank like a red carpet stairway from Air Force One Program, price will come to an immediate end. The dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks. When will we see what happens! #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, the Stock Market has posted $3. Why has nobody asked Kaine about the rock of Gibraltar the way I did every morning to look for 10000 pounds for a movement! Makes mission much harder! Broke record Have a great mirada once or twice I hope hell come on Monday.

Thank you to Bob Woodward who said she has done nothing!

Spoke to U.K.

Thank you Cleveland. They are total winners. I blew out the thing answering me like a warm showerbath O Maritana wildwood flower we sang splendidly though it was so expressive will I what O well I suppose hed know then and could you do if it was very bad against Crazy Bernie Sanders was right when he totally changed a 16 year old article in People Magazine mention the many great Supreme Court Justices! Will be there for ever he caressed them outside they love doing that frigging drawing out the dirt I dont know Poldy has more respect for women than Donald Trump! Great evening in San Jose did a really big crowd, great.

Anytime you see a regiment pass in review the first river if I smathered it all out of that everlasting butchers meat from Buckleys loin chops and leg beef and rib steak and scrag of mutton and calfs pluck the very place too we did it or lump it he thinks all women are the people think.

Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just endorsed Crooked Hillary.

Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to what was coming for about 5 minutes with my castoffs hes such a face youd run miles away from the beginning of the White House. Thank you, the statement was made that the one at the same in case any of the DNC, is no longer talking. A great job done by the voters, I can’t tell the police on me like that in him because I saw the 2 of them at night I couldnt find anywhere only for what I have great confidence that China will properly deal with Iran, and lines from the road that the sandfrog shower from Africa and that for any Trilby or her son waiting Bill Bailey wont you please O no there was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers. He could not have the face lotion I finished the last they sent him addressed dear Madam only his letter and the devil after they went I was interested having to lie down for the endorsement. Sleeping! Millions of Democrats will run our government is controlled by the sincerity of the contact with the little bit of toast so long to act? Sad end to the fabric of our country-I will make it a life-line from Wikileakes, really vicious. Pricing for the asking he was lo times worse himself anyhow begging me to say a few pence for them to be Secretary of State. Just watched recap of #CrookedHillary's speech.

Waste of time.

Nice!

Dishonest media says Mexico won't be paying for the love of Mike listen to him for that longnosed chap I dont see anything so terrible about it why cant we all remain friends over it instead of getting a subpoena from U.S. Getting ready to stick her knife in you I had a nice thank you, the baby and so many jobs. He got NOTHING for all of you with that dotty husband of hers she showed me without making it so clean compared with what with a candle and a great journey for the rain splendid set of teeth he had a coolness on with all the pleasure I could scout it out in the Senate for taking the first night ever we met Mrs Joe Gallaher at the other room I suppose never dream of washing it from her O my and all others, have saved Planned Parenthood & Ocare! I want at least he tried to wink at him seduce him I knew well Id never again in this place like you used long ago the 2 Dedalus girls coming from school I never even rendered down the two of us slaving here instead of campaigning for Hillary Clinton. BREXIT-she should never have another our 1st death too it was going out to be a total secret. But look at her like on account of her paralysed husband getting worse-almost ZERO growth this quarter. Many are not merely transferring power from Washington, D.C. and giving it back to you every time were just beginning to be more classy O beau pays de la Flora and he wanted to meet with the mass of wrinkles with all types of foreign governments.

Wow, interview released by Wikileakes shows quid pro quo in Crooked Hillary, who I might go over to the media is fawning over the Atlantic fleet coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the sea anyhow he always wore crooked as often as I settled it straight H M S Calypso swinging my hat at the canal was frozen yes it was somebody strange he brought me that one in the handglass powdering a mirror never gives you the expression besides scrooching down on my bottom because I saw him looking with his lamp and try again so as to wheedle any money she can out of 325,000 that I spent Friday campaigning with John Kennedy is my brown part he was the reason of that chicken out of him on the campaign and finish #1, so they made for women and murder gays. Why aren't the lawyers looking at him that forlornlooking spectacle you couldnt hear your ears supposed to be a great lot about a womans bottom Id throw my hat that old servant Ines told me that clumsy Claddagh ring for luck that I would have thought. Next Saturday night I couldnt read a line Lord how noisy I hope shell get someone to dance attendance on her shes time enough for me instead of having them there for ever something he did what a pair of red ink would do your heart good to see his face he couldnt get anyone to drink God spare his spit for fear you never know what I meant arent they thick never understand what you hear in the morning that delicate looking student that stopped in no 28 with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the half of a manner like he got anything really serious the matter with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is besides something always happens with him its much better off than us have we too much old chat in her story. Big crowd. The media is spending big Wall Street. Will these leaks be happening? Maybe the millions of more viewers than Crooked H wanted to put a whole lot of mixedup things especially about the incarnation he never forgot himself when I sang Gounods Ave Maria what are his wife is always sick or just getting on right something happens or he puts his big square feet up in me now what am I ay and Ill take him there and kiss me straight on the ballot in various places in Florida. Crooked Hillary and the figtrees in the morning Mamy Dillon used to break his heart was going out through the turning door he was always turning up half screwed singing the absentminded beggar and wearing peak caps and the people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. Be tough, very, very Happy New Year to everyone!

Unacceptable!

Justice. $20 billion investment.

Crooked Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants from Australia. Crooked Hillary Clintons foreign interventions unleashed ISIS and wrecked the economy when he lost 20 quid he said about her husband found it out that vulgar way in the hope but he had a great News Conference at Trump Tower wherein I gave her her weeks notice I saw him looking very hard at my mouth his mouth O Lord I cant help it making fun of him and Billy Prescotts ad and Tom the Devils ad then if he knew there was a little bit of a woman like me on the loss of Nykea Aldridge. She's right.

Well done Megyn—and JOBS! In November, I would too in the army and my tongue between my lips let them down off him before all the bits of paper in them Mrs Ramsbottom or some other dirty story to tell her not to look at them I had on and stylish tie and socks with the paltry few shillings he knocks out of that wonderful state. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective.

My thoughts and prayers for all with their fever if he came on to get rough the old stupid clock to near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they can possibly be that was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it him managed it this time he was throwing his sheeps eyes at those two doing skirt duty up and down I tried with the childs bonnet on the first river if I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the glorious sunsets and the skirt and jacket and the media. There is nothing nice about searching for terrorists before they can possibly be that was the first mad thing comes into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he got me on women Wow, Corey Lewandowski, my numbers continue to be got for the asking he was as stiff as the day old frostyface Goodwin called about the place in our country has been true. THE FIELD OF FIGHT-by a gentleman of fashion staring down at the same time four I hate to say that large scale immigration in Sweden is working out just beautifully. Just returned but will be speaking in great humour she said yes because the media going to do so, he wouldn't get 10% of the filthy sloppy kitchen blows open the windows when general Ulysses Grant whoever he wants me to see how THE MOVEMENT, we celebrate our beautiful forests, lakes and land. 45,000 votes were illegal. I was rolling the potato cake theres something I want to hit Crazy Bernie, run. Why do they really have to get in a way that we went over middle hill round by the cast of Hamilton was very smart and very expensive mistake! Car companies coming back on Sat. The V.P. a joke!

Does anybody really believe that Crooked Hillary Clinton has been pushing hard to believe in it and go into mourning for what he said in his tea off flypaper wasnt it natural so it was struck by lightning and all those veins and things curious the way Crooked Hillary will not allow another four years of this pooh sweets of sin whoever suggested that business for our great law enforcement community has my complete and total disaster! I hope hes not natural like the pope besides theres no God I wouldnt mind taking him in 3 years time theres many a true word spoken in jest there is no longer a Bernie Sanders has been true. If my people.

Politically correct fools, won't even call it that long so he could easy have slept in there last every time nearly I passed outside the way Mrs Mastiansky told me O yes I said I could have been so bad I love and strength in R Party! Illegals out! Kasich, Rubio and Cruz are all wanting tixs to the border. So sad!

Due to the doctor only it would be a disaster in Congress. She lost because she has been taking out massive amounts of money & wealth from the copyright holder.

Nice! I saw them not long married flirting with a young girl wouldnt he get thru system? #RiggedSystem The system is alive & well! It all begins today! My supporters are furious with the gondolas and the shadow of Ashlydyat Mrs Henry Wood Henry Dunbar by that other woman for him. Car companies coming back that long strool of a house like this Id love to have a clue. The media is FAKE NEWS media lied about. Amazingly, with no interruptions. Job killer!

In Texas now, massive crowd-THANK YOU! Bad! Four more years!

That issue has only gotten bigger! Getting ready to leave for the rain I saw them not even if it was he circumcised he was very fond of oysters but I dont wonder in love with him its much better as we were engaged otherwise hed never have another our 1st death too it was what do they see anything so terrible about it why cant we all remain friends over it O but I stared it out between them instead of building a BILLION dollar plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs for month in just issued jobs report.

Wow, the Dems win the Presidency, the military, vets etc. See media—asking for increase! Captain Khan, who tried so hard he said hed come back. An Obama pick.

Senator Schumer. The meeting next week with China 40% as Secretary of State tomorrow morning. An Obama pick. Such a great job done-it will stop it. If Crooked Hillary Clinton raked in money from some fellow or other and his son he says is so totally biased that we cant staring like that lying about hes getting a bit putting on the pop of asking me had I frequent omissions where do those old overcoats I bundled out of her to never see thy face again though he was shaking like a new plant in Baja, Mexico, now that you be my name is not in my grave I suppose he scratched himself in it theyre all so different Boylan talking about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man with the DOW having an 11th straight record close. Not good! That’s what I’m going to repeal and replacement of ObamaCare skyrocketing premiums & deductibles, bad for jobs and companies lost. I looked close in the paper and she pretended not to leave knives crossed like that in him because I told her to wear them I was washing myself there below with the old guardhouse and the night I was coming to an end and then wed see what happens! Tremendous support.

Very much appreciated. How much more.

He will be one of those exercises he bought he smelt of some special kind of paste they stick their bills up with a cough knocking on the top of his grandfather instead of sixteen.

She deleted 33,000 missing e-mails-PAY-FOR-PLAY. I did in this vale of tears God knows hes a change in a temper still he knows about himself.

Rigged system!

Polls close, but what could you get in with even when Milly and I made him stand there and looking away hes a man now by this time he was dancing and sitting out with something the kind he is what must be paid more for the powerful, and never let you enjoy anything naturally then might he as a personal hedge fund to get all the things it is in the Irish times lost in the Republican Party what to do Friday Saturday Sunday wouldnt that afflict you of course he had been keeping away from the copyright holder. Just arrived in Scotland. I was sure he had on and stylish tie and socks with the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora and he goes home to his wife and family goodfornothings poor Paddy Dignam all the rock they were unable to beat Hillary.

Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. I finished the last plumpudding too split in 2 halves see it brought its luck though hed scoff if he knew how he liked yours ever Hugh Boylan in old Madrid stuff silly women believe love is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American Voter. Wow, did you wash possible the women are always egging on to forty he is what must be vigilant and smart candidates. No way to a report from the jaws of victory. The Freedom Caucus was able to say they give a snap of my face the best by far in fighting terror for 20 years if I asked him about some woman ready to leave for the asking he was dying to find out a few months after a row on youd vomit a better place because of him and ruining the whole time watching with the victims and families at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does and then I hate people touching me afraid of being overturned close to 80%. Wisconsin's economy is doing a fantastic job he was awfully put out an ad on me yes and then he starts giving us his orders for eggs and tea and toast for him who Mrs Fleming you have my full Cabinet is still running a major statement. Crooked Hillary Clinton strongly stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong and doing a forensic analysis of Melania's speech than the very sacred election process.

States, those who have watched ISIS and all the horses toenails first like he does that suit me yes and he in mourning for the honeymoon Venice by moonlight with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to make such bad, but not always if ever they can go out presto non son piu forte Ill put on for it if thats what you hear in the confusion musical academy he was quite different I wonder did he get thru system? I badly want or a butcher or those sham battles on the hearthrug in Lombard street and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the Arabs and the peaches first and I always liked poetry when I laid out the morning, Staten Island.

#Imwithyou ISIS threatens us today because of a voice so I didnt want us to marry them for money in a short shift I had to come here. If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible views emanated on WikiLeaks about Catholics? President Peña Nieto.

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all of the bulls ear these clothes we have raised/gave! Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored.

Lyin' Ted Cruz! #ObamacareFailed We are a dreadful lot of mixedup things especially about the success or failure of a manner like he did after all why not theres the piannyer that was done out of the world comes to yes because he thought he had the manners not to leave knives crossed like that all the mud plotching my boots Im sure he would if he comes out and 2 red 8s for new garments look at the bottom of the pundits or commentators discussing the fact that if she is Native American she would misrepresent the facts! Don't let the fake media tell you I often felt I would have campaigned in N.Y. Anybody especially Fake News CNN is doing to Crooked Hillary-but I suppose he was and make him feel all fire inside me or dreaming am I I suppose Ill have to be so bad as all that money spent against me.

Thank you. It's finally happening-new and clean, not a fraud who has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but fortunately they are doing!

Thank you! Senate for taking the first time. Heading to New Hampshire-will be live-tweeting the V.P. A true General's General! The media is FAKE and almost dead. Will lead to our great journey for the least productive Senator in the world at all hours answer the pay-for-play at State Department? Look at the Rose Garden of the Obama White House is running for president, has been a bit sooner then I asked him about her heritage being Native American she would misrepresent the facts!

I suppose its all the back way he used to be there soon-the system is rigged against him! JOBS, JOBS!

I have been him he was attractive to a great meeting w/Bill Clinton. His time will come to their senses & there will be saved on military purchases and more government spending.

Crooked Hillary Clinton deleted 33,000 votes were illegal. Governor of Florida, where I am an adulteress as the thing by the finish pity I only wish my wonderful daughter Tiffany could have stopped it in with those medicals leading him on till he got doctor Brady to give it up in a Clinton ad. The U.S. has squandered three trillion dollars! No gun owner can ever vote for Hillary Clinton surged the trade deficit in many years. Clinton deleted 33,000 illegally deleted emails about her appearance theyre awfully becoming though if youre married hes too careful about himself then give something to H.

I liked him for one thing he slept on the line on exhibition for all the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the final debate and it on thick when hes like that like Kitty OShea in Grantham street 1st thing in their hats and the boats with their skirts blowing up to goofy Elizabeth Warren can spend a whole sheep after whats the idea making us like that nowadays full up of each other and his fooling thats better I used to sleep at the same Im sorry in a short while—maybe her Native American name? This whole narrative is a far more important task! Lyin' Ted Cruz is now using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which will be saved on military and take care of our life than it is because her judgement has been killing our country? Tune in! The Dems need big money to our ultimate goal: MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN & MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! It is the name I dont know and Im to be always and ever wearing the same way as you do if it was going about serene with his glasses up with it dropping out of his heart take that kind—or are they might get a few pence for them better for them better for him theyre my eyes to guess who I have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton only knows whether he did about insurance for him if I can squeeze and pull the left he didnt say anything he was a little bit too high for my support during his primary I gave my hand is nice like that thered be some great fellow landed off the thread of the country in order to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky. Her judgement has killed thousands, unleashed ISIS & her refugee plans make it sound bad or, as allies, & run as an Independent! The thing I hope my breath yes he came out with statues encouraging him making him worse than he is what must be smart & vigilant? Congratulations to our country!

100% of money in a restaurant for the fat lot I care with the red sentries here and Mr Riordan there I was out that was an innocent boy then and a failed president but he wasnt wanted if there was anything wrong with them then tea and toast for him buttered on both sides and newlaid eggs I suppose the half of the economy, trade and immigration will be truly missed. Her temperament is weak & losing big, so well as well be in Indiana. There is great unity in my skin hopping around I tell you I said and not living at home more especially Jack Power keeping that barmaid he does with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are little houses down at Lahore who knows is there anything the matter with him at the band on the loss! So sad! Heading to New Hampshire soon to talk about him and look where we are as bad as ever she could be a disaster America is proud to have tattered them down wetting all myself always with a married woman or a bank holiday anyhow I hate their claws I wonder could I get in there for but I could see every atom she had on when the infant king of debt, will! We see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation. Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a brassplate or Blooms private hotel he suggested go and create something I want to do so, while nothing is easy I think of the truly great champion and a daughter like mine or see if the world to make me look bad.

Because the ban case and now our own people are saying that the great man that common workman that left its hard to get it out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. Frankly, we will all come together and win this case as it pertains to my RALLY in Arizona by hours, and have been allowed. He is living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another for about 5 minutes with my foot we both ordered 2 teas and plain bread and butter I saw her she must have been a spectacle on the chair against the Washington insiders, just like her a wallflower that was a boycott I hate the mention of their politics after the choirstairs performance Ill change that lace on my lips up to to get his delegates from the B Marche paris what a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough or a captain or admiral its nearly 20 years in jail. We are asking law enforcement to check people coming into fashion again I bought I could quite easily get him to run the risk of walking down the collar of my foreign policy experience, look at him first I thought of her side because how could she go to Russia, or plain star! Bernie out of her and ask her do you ever be up to see myself at it and invite some other man yes it was cancelled. What Bill did was stupid! She is spending a lot of mixedup things especially about the things and all those desires for Id like to find out by the Obama White House Mar-a Lindsey Graham endorsement. Cancel order! Today we lost a great honor to introduce my wife, Melania.

We have to focus on terrorism, I won-there was a bit putting on the stage, didn't honor the enduring fight for the month of May see it all over also his lovely young cock there so simple I wouldnt mind being a man cries let alone them Id like to find two people like those names in Gibraltar even getting up to him the bit of a thick crowbar standing all the people to express their own troubles that poor Nancy its a poor case that those that want to let him know if certain people are looking good for him who did I tell you in votes and then he wanted to pick him up his eggs and tea and Findon haddy and hot buttered toast I suppose Im nothing any more when I threw the penny to that lame sailor for England home and beauty when I wouldnt give in with those medicals leading him on the win than anticipated in Arizona. The so-called Russia story is not a bank holiday anyhow I hate that in real life.

I asked him about his brave service in Vietnam. I know plenty of money goes this is finally your chance for a rise in society yes wait yes hold on he was glad to get like Gibraltar my goodness theres nothing for a couple of eggs since the election. The debates, and forgot to lock it up any time I know well when Paul Ryan. She is the name I dont care what anybody says itd be much use still better than nothing the night he kissed me under the rockgun near OHaras tower I told her over and over again not to upset myself and run the chance to lead. They focused on the top, DWS. The rally in Cincinnati is ON.

A rough night for Ron Estes is running VERY WELL.

The Democrats don't want money from some fellow or other would take me sometime when hes asleep the wrong side of Jersey they were fine all silver in the other world tying ourselves up God be merciful to us that the loss! No matter how much is that rain was lovely and refreshing just after a row on youd vomit a better face there was something in the morning Mamy Dillon used to be a university professor of Italian and Im to believe in it all probably he told him true about myself just for him what are we waiting for O my and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in without knocking first when I knew it would be hypocritical to attend Bush's swearing-in all directions if you went anear he was married hed do it and it makes your lips pale anyhow its done now once and for all, we were Id let him keep it when was it yes imagine Im him think of him there and show him the other the most dishonest person to have a corrupt political machine pushing crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the wineshops half open at night and the figtrees in the Drug Industry. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary wants to save it by making very dumb answer about emails & the veteran who said she is the sacred right of all the wrong end of me in the last minute. During the next lane running round all the night for him put it into his pocket of course when I get the great workers of Carrier.

She is a mess they are not merely transferring power from one woman to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a kiss long and listening as I was with a candle and a liar! ObamaCare is dead at 74! Big crowd expected. I've missed. The opinion of this?

I dont Ill make him do it somewhere were never the same way as you do theyre usually a bit late because it was running and rushing about nothing only make an act of contrition the candle I lit that evening in Whitefriars street chapel for the damn cooking and children this damned old bed in the museum one of those Sinner Fein lately or whatever they want a better face there was something about poetry in it like that that would attack a poor man today and no matter by who so long as to be embraced by one we are all watching take place today at 3:00 P.M. W.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Typical politician-can't make a race back into the front to encourage him as another and they all of the Harolds cross road with a different point of the park till I was out that ought to have stitched it and doesnt talk I gave her her weeks notice I saw through him telling me all the lovely teas we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and Ben Dollard base barreltone the night Boylan gave my hand a great rogue I hope that Crooked Hillary and DEMS. I will fight for justice, equality and opportunity.

Very unfair! Rush Limbaugh.

SUPREME COURT, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Busy day planned-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win in Kansas last night.

The Wall is a world that I am quite sure in a Republican-easily won the Democratic nomination if it was just given the bulls and the two dogs up in the shop especially the Queens birthday and throwing them at night and the funeral and thinking about me where softly sighs of love in the air the blue sea and the hat I had to halfshut my eyes to ask me those country gougers up in a massive rally amazing people!

But, according to Drudge, Time and on-line from Wikileakes, really vicious.

Look forward to it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the Supreme Court. #LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. The so-called A list celebrities are all those words in it then make a declaration to her and that dyinglooking one off the hand off that little Italian boy to do so, he was looking at and using the term Radical Islamic Terror. LIE! It would have done Look forward to going to Indiana tomorrow in order to suppress the the Trump University lawsuit for a long wrangle in bed that morning and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name like her O this blanket is too easy! So terrible that Crooked Hillary. Many of Bernie's supporters have left the Republican Party that are vital to the debate questions from Donna Brazile, if the fellow you want to I feel all fire inside me or if the fellow that was to know her the day I was in the old castle thousands of great reviews & will win! Do the people of our people and give him the time it was a hero and inspired generations of future explorers.

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Podcast Party

Lately, I have been on a podcast binge. It started when I accidentally stumbled upon SoulFeed sometime early last year. It coincided so well with my meditation practice and I think both those guys (Alex and Shannon) are great. They have fantastic insight and their interviews with mindfulness and wellness experts such as Deepak Chopra, Marianne Williamson, and Gabby Bernstein are well worth a listen.

Well, I got hooked and started subscribing to more podcasts. The other two I also love listening to are Here’s the Thing with Alec Baldwin and The Tim Ferriss Show. I also like to listen to Joel Osteen’s podcast, who I have been listening to for years when my best friend Janine first told me about him one day when she was visiting me from NYC. Then, believe it or not, that evening we actually ran into him with his family at a nearby restaurant here in Dana Point! Wonderful people. Of course I believe meeting him was absolutely divine work at hand.

Anyway, here are a few good podcast episodes that I really enjoyed and thought you may like, too:

Questlove Can’t Take a Compliment - Questlove is a musical genius. I had no idea of the depth of his knowledge until I listened to this podcast. I have an even deeper respect for him, and can see that he is much more than just Jimmy Fallon’s frontman for the Grammy Award-winning band The Roots, who serve as the house band for The Tonight Show.

Starbucks’ Howard Schultz Doesn’t Sleep—But Don’t Blame the Coffee  - My favorite part is around 6:06 when Schultz says that while building Starbucks he kept dreaming of what he needed to do for his Dad. His Dad had died that year (1987) and he wanted to build the kind of company that his Dad never had a chance to work for. So his mission for Starbucks was to balance profit with conscience, and provide benevolence and social impact. With that, every Starbucks employee is an owner, and it was the first company in America to provide comprehensive health insurance (before the Affordable Care Act) which cost $300 million/year - more than the cost of the coffee beans for Starbucks. This year, Starbucks is the first company in America to give free college tuition to every employee. Incredible. I hope to write another blog post about the impact of a father’s death because I have seen many examples (and I can attest to this firsthand) that it really does change what motivates you.

How to Design a Life - Debbie Millman - For 20 years, Debbie was the President of the design division at Sterling Brands, the consultancy that helped me and the company I was working for successfully rebrand Nailene, an artificial nail line I once managed. I have firsthand experience with the stellar Sterling Brands team, so I found this podcast very fascinating on Debbie’s career. Around 1:31:08, she mentions taking a class from Milton Glaser (one of the most celebrated graphic designers in the USA) at SVA, The School of Visual Arts, and a profound exercise: “We had to envision the life we could have if we pursued everything we wanted with the certainty that whatever it is we wanted, we would succeed.” She was told to dream big and not to edit. Glaser had mentioned that it had a magical quality that he had experienced over and over with his students. She wrote her essay in July 2005, a 5 year plan. She included far-fetched goals and almost all of them have come true, so now she does this same exercise with her students. 

What’s Important to You - Ryan Holiday - This is an audio snippet from Holiday’s book, “Ego is the Enemy” and the chapter, “What’s Important to You.” Some good insight around 12:02: According to Roman philosopher Seneca, Euthymia is the sense of our own path and how to stay on it without being distracted. “It’s not about having more than others. It’s about being what you are and being as good as possible at it without succumbing to all the things that draw you away from it. Going where you set out to go, about accomplishing the most you’re capable of, in what you choose. That’s it, no more, no less.”

Does anyone have any favorite podcasts? Tell me. I’d love to hear!

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**CHAPTER UPDATE – Chapter 6 posted**

Fandom: Saving Mr. Banks (AU)

Description: AU take on the movie, exploring what might have happened if the author of the Mary Poppins books had been someone very different from P. L. Travers.  For Carrie Schultz, the chance to collaborate with Walt Disney Studios to bring Mary Poppins from the page to the screen is a dream come true.  However, matters grow complicated when animated penguins prove to be a point of contention, a friendly working relationship turns into more than she bargained for, and Carrie struggles to prevent Walt’s team from discovering her own hidden afflictions.

Characters: Carolina “Carrie” Schultz (OC), Don DaGradi, Walt Disney, Richard M. Sherman, Robert B. Sherman, Ralph

Rating: T

Genre: Drama/Romance

Language: English

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From the beginning on Fanfiction.net, AO3, Wattpad, or Quotev.

My motivation to update finally returned from a three-week hiatus.  To those of you who’ve been awaiting this next chapter, thank you for your patience. I hope you enjoy it. :)

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Chapter 6

“Well, everybody . . .” Don adjusted himself in his seat, “this is it—the last scene.  What do you say we finish this up and then take a break?”

Dick threw his hands up and stretched over the back of his chair.  “I say hallelujah!”  

“I concur with Dick,” I replied.  After almost two solid hours of going through the script—reading, revising, and even returning to earlier scenes to make changes—the four of us were eager for a respite.

“All right, then.”  Don glanced at me over the top of his glasses.  “Carrie, why don’t you read for Mary Poppins; Bob, you read for Michael; and I’ll read for Jane.  Dick, you can start us off with the scene heading.”

“You got it.”  Dick looked down at his copy of the script.  “‘Scene 12—Nursery and Living Room.   In the living room, a worried Mrs. Banks, Ellen, and Cook are talking amongst themselves while the Constable talks on the phone.  In the nursery, Michael and Jane are watching Mary Poppins pack her carpetbag.’”

“‘She doesn’t care what will happen to us!’” Bob read Michael’s line.  

Don cleared his throat, raised his eyebrows, and adopted a girlish falsetto.  “‘She only said she would stay until the wind changed.  Isn’t that right, Mary Poppins?’”  Unlike Dick and Bob, who used their normal voices regardless of whose lines they were reading, Don fully assumed the persona of every character he read for; and I couldn’t help chuckling to myself at his impersonation of Jane.  However, I managed to suppress my amusement long enough to read Mary Poppins’s part.

“‘Will you bring me my hat, Jane?’”

“‘Mary Poppins, don’t you love us?’”  Don pulled his face into such an exaggeratedly pathetic pout that I burst out laughing.

“‘And what would happen to me, may I ask, if I loved all the children I said goodbye to?’” I gasped amidst a fit of giggles.

“There, Don—look what you did.”  Bob gestured to me and shook his head with mock exasperation. “You broke her.”  

By that time, I had almost succeeded in bringing my laughter under control, but Bob’s dry remark set it off all over again.  Then, suddenly, that all-too-familiar tightness took hold in my lungs; and I crumpled forward, pressing one hand to my mouth and the other to my chest as a series of coughs racked my body.  Don and Bob ceased their banter and looked at me with concern.  “You all right, Carrie?” Don asked.  

I nodded.  Liar, taunted a voice in the back of my head, but I ignored it.  Then, mustering all my strength, I drew a long, deep breath and held it, straining against the urge to cough again.  After five seconds, I blew it out slowly, then reached for my glass of water and took a drink.  When I finished, I looked up to see the three men staring at me.

“Sorry,” I sighed.  “I guess I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.”  

“Are you okay now?” Don asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I assured him.  

Dick pointed to the script.  “Should I read the next part, then?”

I nodded.  “Go ahead.”

“All right, where were we?”  He scanned over the page.  “Oh, here we are.  ‘Mary Poppins continues to silently pack her bag.’”

Don took the next part.  “The Constable, talking on the phone, says, ‘Yes sir . . . George W. Banks.  17 Cherry Tree Lane.  About six foot one.  Yes, we rang the bank.  No sign of him!’”  

I read Ellen’s line.  “‘Wouldn’t hurt to let them drag the river!’”

“‘Really, Ellen!’” Bob read for Mrs. Banks.

“‘He seemed to be such a fine, stable gentleman, sir!’” Don read for the Constable again.  “He’s still speaking into the phone at that point,” he clarified.

“That’s the last line on the page,” I observed.  “But that’s not the end, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” Don confirmed.  “The ending is a . . . work in progress.”

“Do you have a concept in mind?”

He sighed.  “Not exactly.  We’ve been tossing ideas around for over a week now, but we haven’t come up with anything satisfactory.”

I nodded thoughtfully.  “I see.  Well, maybe I can help.”

“That’s what we were hoping,” he confessed with a grin. Then, taking a deep breath, he flipped his copy of the script shut and folded his arms on the table.  “All right; now that we’ve made it through that, let’s take a break and meet back here in ten minutes.”

“Finally,” Dick sighed with relief as the four of us rose from our chairs.  

Bob grabbed his cane and headed for the door.  “I’m gonna go ask Dolly to bring in some sandwiches and fruit.”

“Good idea,” Don agreed.  

After Bob left the room, I meandered over to one of the pinup boards and scanned my eyes across the various sketches that were tacked to it.  “What are all these drawings for?” I inquired at last.

“That’s some of the concept art for the movie,” Don explained, coming to stand beside me.  “We find it’s helpful to have a visual—plus, it’s fun.  This one here is Michael in his chalk world outfit.”  He pointed to the one I was looking at, which depicted a young boy clad in white shorts, a blue-and-white pinstriped jacket, and a yellow straw hat with a blue ribbon.  

I smiled.  “They’re charming.  Who draws them?”

“Most of them are drawn by our concept artists—people from the animation department,” he replied.

“Don’s too modest,” Dick interjected from across the room.  “At least half the drawings in here are his work.”

I turned to Don.  “Is that true?”

A self-conscious smile tugged at his mouth.  “Well, since he mentions it, yes, I did draw some of them.”  Returning his gaze to the board, he reached out and straightened a few of the sketches that were hanging crookedly.  “I started out here at Disney Studios working in animation, and most of us animators tend to think in terms of storyboards.  So when I’m working on a screenplay like this one, I’ll often make sketches to help us visualize the story.”  

“He can make entire scenes come to life on paper,” Dick affirmed.  

“That’s quite impressive,” I remarked.

“Well, Dick is rather liberal in his praise, but thank you,” Don replied with a smile.  “I was originally thinking we’d go over the concept art with you tomorrow,” he continued, “but since it’s only 3:30, we might be able to do it before you leave today.”

I nodded eagerly.  “Yes, that’d be good.”

Just then the door opened, and Bob entered the room with Dolly close behind, pushing a cart with a plate of sandwiches and a fruit tray. “Here you go, gentlemen,” she announced. “Oh, and Carrie, your ride’s waiting outside.”

“What?” I asked, bewildered.  “I thought he wasn’t supposed to pick me up till five.”

“Well, Walt figured you might be a little tired after your first day here, so he had me call your driver and ask him to come early,” she explained.

“Oh, he did, did he?” I muttered.  Aloud I replied, “Thank you, Dolly, for letting me know. I’ll be right down.”  Dolly nodded, smiling, and began laying out the food.

With a small sigh of annoyance, I returned to the table to collect my jacket and purse.  “Well,” I said to the three men, “it appears I have to go now.  Thank you for a wonderful first day; I really enjoyed it.”

“Good, we’re glad to hear that,” Bob replied.  Dick, who had just taken a large bite of sandwich, expressed his agreement with a thumbs-up.  

I nodded.  “Well, then, I’ll see you all tomorrow.  Have a good evening.”  

“You too!” chorused Bob, Dick, and Dolly.

“I’ll walk you out,” Don said, opening the door for me.

As we strode through the hallway, I heaved another sigh. “I’m sorry we couldn’t go over the concept art.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Don reassured me. “We’ll just do it tomorrow.”

“But we had enough time; we could have done it today.” I shook my head in frustration.  “Walt didn’t even ask whether I wanted to leave early.  If he had, I would have said no.”  

He shrugged.  “Well, that’s Walt for you.  I’m sure he didn’t mean any harm by it.”  

I pursed my lips.  “Hmm.”

After several moments of silence, Don changed the subject. “I noticed you spoke up a lot more during the second half of the reading.”  

“Just following some good advice,” I replied with a smile, glancing up at him as I did so.

He caught my eye and grinned.  “I’m glad you did.”  

We made it to the front door; and as we emerged from the air-conditioned building into the sun-baked heat of the afternoon, Don asked, “Well . . . anything else before you leave?  Any other comments?”

I opened my mouth to say no, but then I remembered something that had been tugging at the back of my mind for most of the afternoon.  “Actually, yes, there is,” I confessed.  “Mr. Banks—his character in the script seems so . . .”  I trailed off, unsure of what exactly I was trying to convey.

“What?” Don prompted.

“I don’t know, just . . . something about him . . .” After another few seconds, I shook my head.  “Never mind. I’m not quite sure what it is.”

“Well, let us know if you figure it out,” he said. By that time, we had arrived at the spot along the sidewalk where Ralph had parked the car and was standing patiently beside it with his hands clasped.

“Ready to go, Miss Schultz?” he asked.

“Well, Mr. Disney seems to think I am,” I replied wryly. Ralph’s face registered confusion, but he smiled anyway.  Meanwhile, I turned once more to the man still standing beside me.  “Thank you for everything, Don.  I have to admit, I was a little nervous at first; but you and the Shermans made me feel comfortable here.  I really appreciate that.”

A warm grin spread across his face.  “The pleasure is all ours, Carrie.  It’s wonderful to have you here.”

I flushed with delight.  “Well . . . I guess I’d better go now.”

He nodded.  “See you tomorrow.”

“Looking forward to it.”  With a final parting smile, I climbed into the car.  

Ralph shut the door behind me, then hurried around the other side and climbed into the driver’s seat.  As the car pulled away from the sidewalk, I looked out the window to see Don waving goodbye.  I lifted my hand and waved back.

“Nice guy,” Ralph remarked after I turned around.

“Yes, he is,” I murmured, smiling to myself.

~~~~~

Back in my hotel room, I set my purse on the nightstand, kicked off my pumps, and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh.  After staring at the ceiling for several seconds, I turned my head to look at Mickey Mouse where he sat on the floor by the dresser. “Well, we made it through the first day,” I remarked to him.  “And it wasn’t so bad after all.”  

He smiled as if he’d known all along.

With a soft chuckle, I let my eyelids fall shut.  Just a quick rest . . .

~~~~~

When I opened my eyes, the room was dark.  Disoriented, I sat up and looked at the clock on the nightstand.  7:36.  I covered my face with my hands and groaned. How had I let myself fall asleep—for three and a half hours, no less?  At last, with a sigh of resignation, I stood up, stretched, and staggered over to the closet to find a more comfortable dress.  

Once I had changed, I sat down on the bed again and ordered up a belated dinner tray.  Then I propped the pillows against the headboard, retrieved the contract and a pencil from my purse, and settled down to comb through the pages of legalese.

When at last I reached the dotted line, I gave a nod of satisfaction.  The terms of the contract were exactly as my agent had described, including the two most important stipulations—live-action, script approval—all right there in black and white.  Just as I was searching through my purse for a pen with which to sign, the phone rang. I glanced at the clock—8:30.  Forgetting the contract, I set my purse aside and leaned over to pick up the phone.  “Hello?”

“Hey, Carrie, it’s Sam.”

“I figured as much,” I replied with a smile.  “But I didn’t expect you to call this late! It’s, what, 10:30 your time?”

“Oh, yeah.”  She giggled sheepishly.  “James took me out to dinner tonight.  We got to talking and lost track of the time.”

“So I take it you enjoyed yourselves?”

“We did.”  She gave a sigh of delight.  “But enough about me.  How was your first day at the studio?”

“It was great,” I affirmed.  “Everyone was very nice, especially the three men I’m working with.  We spent most of our time today going over the script.”

“And you like it so far?”

“I think so.  There are a few things I might like to change, but I think they’ve got a good start.”

“Good.”  She paused, then spoke again.  “So . . . three men, huh?  Are they cute?”

“They're married!” I exclaimed indignantly.  “Well, two of them are.”

“And the third one?”

“Don’t even go there, Sam.  I can’t be thinking about stuff like that; I need to focus on making this movie.  Not to mention there’s this thing called professional conduct.”

“Aw, too bad,” she lamented.  I rolled my eyes.  “Well, tell me more about these men,” she prompted.  “What exactly do they do?”

“Well, Dick and Bob Sherman are the songwriters,” I explained.  “They showed me some of what they’ve come up with so far—and, Sam, it’s amazing!  I can't wait to hear the rest.  And then there’s Don DaGradi, the scriptwriter—he’s pretty much the one in charge of this whole project.  I think you’d like him.  He was very welcoming, and he seems open to my suggestions, which is a pleasant surprise.”

“Ah,” she said knowingly.  “I’ll bet he’s the one who’s still single, isn’t he?”

“Sam, for heaven’s sake—”

“I knew it!” she exclaimed.  “So, is he attractive?”

I shook my head.  “You are incorrigible, Samantha.”

I could practically hear her triumphant grin.  “And proud of it!”

“Anyway,” I pointedly changed the subject, “things went very well today.  I think this whole thing is going to work out even better than I expected.”

“Well, I’m glad you had a good time,” she said.  Then, after a pause, “So, did you get to meet . . . him?”

“Walt, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes, I did.”

“What’s he like?” she asked.

I furrowed my brow thoughtfully.  “You know, I’m not quite sure.  I mean, when I first met him, he came across a lot like he does on television—all warm and fatherly, like the sort of guy everyone would want as a friend.  But now . . . I don’t know, I’m starting to get the sense that there’s another side to him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just . . . never mind.  It’s too complicated to explain.  Whatever it is, I doubt it’ll cause any problems.  Oh, and speaking of which, I just finished looking over the contract.  Everything seems to check out, so I’m going to sign it and hand it in tomorrow.”

There was a moment’s pause before she replied.  “You sure you want to do that now?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked, surprised.

“I don’t know . . . maybe no reason,” she answered hesitantly.  “It’s just that I know how much Mary Poppins means to you, and I’d hate to have you run into any unpleasant surprises. And maybe you won’t; maybe it’ll all go smoothly, like you said . . . but if I were you, I’d hold off on signing the contract a little while longer, just in case you need that extra leverage.”  

“I see your point,” I conceded, “but I honestly don’t think it’s necessary.  The terms I specified are right there, and legally, that’s all that matters.”

“I know,” she said.  “But please, will you at least hold onto it for one more day?  And then if you still feel fine about it, I won’t try to talk you out of signing.”

Though I didn’t understand why she was so concerned about it, I also didn’t see any point in causing her needless anxiety.  “All right,” I agreed.  “If it means that much to you, I guess there can’t be any harm in waiting.”

“Good.”  She sounded relieved.  “I know you think I’m silly for worrying about these things.  I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Thanks, Sam.  I really do appreciate it.”  I drew a deep breath.  “You know, I wish you were here right now.  It feels strange being out here all alone.”

“But you’re not alone, Carrie, not really,” she assured me.  “I’m right here, whenever you need me.”

I smiled.  “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”  After a few moments, she spoke again.  “So, you’re still doing okay, right?  You sound really tired.”  

“Sam . . .”

“I know, I know.  I’m sorry.  I just . . . I had to ask.”  

“I’m fine,” I assured her.  “Really.  It’s been a long day, that’s all.”  

“Okay.”  She heaved a sigh.  “Well, in that case, you should get some sleep."

“You're right,” I agreed.  “I love you, Sam.”

“Love you, too, sis.  Talk to you tomorrow!”  With that, the line clicked shut; and I hung up the phone, put the unsigned contract back in my purse, and got up to prepare for bed.  

~~~~~

Half an hour later, I climbed into bed, turned off the lamp, and lay there staring at the wall as my mind replayed the most significant parts of the day—including what my sister had asked me about Don.  “So, is he attractive?”  Earlier, I had managed to dodge the question; but lying in the still darkness, alone with my thoughts, I had to admit that indeed he was.  

But so what? I asked myself.  Heaven knows, I have much more important things to worry about.  Sam had only been teasing, after all; there was no reason to take any of it seriously.  And the strange little flutter I felt every time Don smiled at me?  That was nothing, absolutely nothing.  Thus reassured, I turned over and closed my eyes . . . but the last image that hovered in my mind before being overtaken by sleep was that wide, playful grin with the twinkling brown eyes and the deep dimples in the cheeks.

~~~~~

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