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Title: Basically Insane
Author: Sophie McCrory
Rating: T
Spoilers: 5x16 Parts in the Sum of the Whole, and basically every unaired episode after.
Summary: He said the definition of insanity was going the same thing over and over, expecting a different outcome. She said that love was a delusion. When their ideas come together, they're both basically insane. Finale!Fic, tag to 100th Ep.
Author's Notes: I wrote this today, so any errors are mine. Because that episode was… amazing. Dude. If they aren't together by the end of the season, Hart Hanson may have to sleep with one eye open.
And really? Carl Sandburg? My place of work is named after Carl Sandburg, and that just makes me grumble. Even if it's a total tag back to the End in the Beginning.
I would write more about my feelings on the episode, with a moment by moment breakdown, but that's not what you're here for now is it? :D
Booth stood in the doorway of his apartment, bags packed at his feet. He looked about at the trinkets of his life—the things he thought had meaning. He hung his head, holding his Cocky belt buckle in his hand, running his fingers over the smooth red surface. It was ironic; he thought, that he'd started buying belt buckles because an obnoxious forensic anthropologist told him it that it was a sign of leadership and rebellion, and that very buckle, his trademark, was given to him by her. She'd placed it in his hand both figuratively and literally.
He'd thought about calling her many times in the last twenty-four hours. He'd told her, not long ago at all, that he had to move on… like that was possible. Like the love of his life could walk into his life and somebody else could just casually take her place. It was funny, he'd never been a strong believer in the idea of one love or love at all until the day he'd felt the ache in his heart that said he not only believed it but he needed to make her believe it, too.
He glanced down at the buckle and sighed. This was the perfect opportunity for him. Okay, not perfect, exactly. He'd spent years trying to put the rangers behind him and now he was going to go train more. But maybe he could make them better that him. More than just a good shot. Good men. Good men with the ability to make sure no one who didn't deserve it died. If there was such a thing as someone deserving to die. He wasn't sure.
But more importantly, it was the perfect chance for him to absolve himself of Bones. He almost laughed at that thought. She'd effectively absolved him of his sins from his first life as a ranger, so his solution involved creating more of those sins. All well, then his mission could go on forever and he'd always have an excuse to work with her. He liked to torture himself, apparently.
He put the buckle on the side table, and went to gather his bags, leaving it behind.
Brennan sat at her desk, staring straight ahead. Waiting, but for what, she didn't know.
A force greater than herself appeared in her doorway, tall, dark, panting and sweaty, one hand braced on the doorframe like just getting there had taken all the effort a human being could muster. Angela brushed her bangs from her face before she took a moment to collect herself, and pointed at her dear friend, "You're not going?" she asked.
Brennan paused, staring at her, then said simply, "No."
"Why?" Angela asked, straightening as she moved closer to her, "Why aren't you going?"
"There will be plenty of other opportunities for me to go, Ange. My interest over the last several days has waned considerably and I see no point in going now when it would mean so much more to Ms. Wick—"
"Horse shit," Angela said, moving behind the desk and grabbing Brennan by the wrist. She dragged the other woman with her to the couch, and pushed her down to a seat, which Brennan failed to fight her on every step of the way. "Why aren't you going?"
"I told you, I—"
"I know what you told me, and it isn't true. Normally, Sweetie, I would be all about sitting here and listening to you tell me all of your technically true, but not really why reasons and await your own reality to come to you. But I have a plane to catch, and I think I've allowed this insanity to go on long enough," she said, pointing at Brennan, "Now, give me the real, irrational, ridiculous reason why."
Brennan pouted, "But it's stupid."
"I don't care," Angela stated steadfastly.
"If you already know, why do I have to say it?"
Angela softened, and carefully sat down next to Brennan and placed a soft hand on her shoulder, "Because you need to say it. Out loud. I can't help you if you don't."
Brennan took a deep breath, letting the air fill her lungs while she prepared her thoughts and pushed it all out before she said what she needed to say, "For the first time in my adult life, matters of…a personal nature seem so much more important than going on a once-in-a-lifetime dig somewhere."
Angela smiled, "See? That wasn't so hard. How do you feel, Sweetie?"
"For future reference, the word you're looking for is, 'exposed,'" Angela said, giving Brennan's knee a careful squeeze, "But it's—"
"I'm fairly certain embarrassed is much more appropriate. I've never allowed myself to engage in anything so pointless in my life, before. It's unnerving," Brennan argued.
Angela, for her part, elected to ignore her, "You're in love with Booth, and you're depressed that he's about to get on a big, bad jet plane and be gone for months."
"I would…be willing to concede to your second point. But your first… I can't," Brennan said, closing her eyes and hanging her head solemnly. "I'm not the kind of person who is capable of love. I don't have the kind of unwavering faith in it that you and Booth do. I have no proof that it exists, that I even believe in it. I would not be any good at it."
"Sweetie, let me explain some things to you. First," Angela held up a finger as a place holder in her list of points, "You are so capable of love. Everyone loves, it's a physiological fact. It happens whether we want it to or not. It requires no effort, no conscious knowledge that it's happening, and no earth moving moments for it to be…it just is."
"That's scientifically impossible," Brennan mumbled.
"Second," she said, indicating so with her fingers, "you love your father, and you love your brother. You even love your mother, despite the fact that you think it's pointless to possess emotion over a person who is no longer alive," Angela said, rolling her eyes. "You love me, and Hodgins, and Cam, and Zack. We all know it, even if you don't. Even Zack, though he's too empirical to understand what he knows."
Angela turned her upper body more toward her friend, "Most importantly, you love Booth. And no matter what you say to him; no matter how many times you push him away, he knows the truth. He has faith enough for both of you."
"If love is so effortless, Angela, why doesn't it ever work out?" Brennan asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Finding it in yourself to love someone isn't the hard part, it's all the verbal and nonverbal negotiation of the relationship crap that throws weaker beings off," Angela said, shrugging her shoulders. "You once listed for me all of the relationships you could think of that didn't work out as a reason to avoid them. Aside from that blatantly obvious fact that you were wrong to use Hodgins and I as an excuse, the failures shouldn't deter you from trying. Because when you find the right person, all the trying in the world will be worth it. There's no stupid mistake or miscommunication you can't overcome."
"People fall out of love all the time, Angela."
"True," Angela said, nodding, "but you've loved Booth for almost six years, Sweetie, and he's loved you longer, if it's possible. You've never even messed with the relationship stuff seriously before. That's a pretty good indicator that you're not on the road to falling out of anything, except perhaps your touch with reality."
"He's leaving," Brennan said hoarsely, as if the thought was enough to choke her up, "He's leaving, and I can't stop him. Even if I could, it would be unfair of me to try."
"You need to tell him, Bren," Angela said, "with words, tell him that you love him."
"But he won't be here," she said, "How can I--?"
"You will love him even if he's gone," Angela said, standing up, "and while he's gone, you will wait for him."
Brennan nodded a little to herself. Angela started her retreat from the room, "Ange," she said, causing her friend to still and turn back around, "How did you know…?"
Angela smiled softly, "Your book. The one you wrote while Booth was in the hospital," she picked up the purse Brennan had just noticed she'd dropped in the doorway, "You may have deleted it, but Booth dreamed what you were saying to him. You were married, but still worked as a team. You were starting a family. When it comes to your usual works, you leave all of that mushy stuff for me to fill in. You've always known how a love story was supposed to work out, hun, you were just too unsure to try it for yourself," she continued walking out, "You're a smart woman, Temperance Brennan. People just underestimate you sometimes. Not me." She laughed, and then she was gone.
Brennan smiled, "Thanks, Ange."
Booth started his car, and started to drive away from his place and in the direction of Dulles. He flipped on the radio as he went, trying to block out the pain in his heart with some music to groove to along the way.
…Until he caught the tail end of Hot Blooded, and his spirits sank. He was there, dancing in her apartment before her refrigerator blew him up. An obnoxious performance they did at a rock fantasy camp that ended with his tie wrapped around his head. He shook his head. Did the universe hate him?
Then the radio began playing some Miley Cyrus rendition of Girls Just Want to Have Fun, and he couldn't breathe. The pain in his heart was real, because he remembered her kneeling over him, her hand pressed into his chest to stop the bleeding from the bullet he'd taken for her. Her crying and begging him to hold on, all the while his vision going in and out. He remembered her anger at him, her way of dealing with the idea of him being gone. Angela told him later, of her screams when they'd told her he was dead, how she'd been inconsolable.
And a thought came to him. That night, after their session with Sweets, when he'd taken the gamble and he'd lost, she'd said a lot of things. Things about how she couldn't change, and reasons why not, and how he needed to be protected from her. What she'd never said was that she didn't love him.
Never, ever had she said that she didn't love him.
He slammed on his brakes and turned at the next light, and sped back to his apartment. She may not be ready. She may not ever be ready. But that didn't change what they were, or what they had. He loved her, and deep down, inside the little girl who was abandoned by her whole family at fifteen, she loved him. If he had to wait for her, that was fine. He would go today and do what he had to for the army, and come back and honor her request that they still work together.
He was just going to go home and get that belt buckle first.
Brennan got to the airport, and began searching for the gate that Rebecca had given her. She noted signs indicating army personnel, and she walked briskly through Dulles to find where she had been told her partner would be heading.
She approached the gate, and took a moment to double check the slip of paper she held in her hand. Then she glanced at the guards. It hadn't occurred to her before getting there that she might face trouble trying to get through, seeing as she didn't have a ticket or boarding pass or anything that would get her through to do what she needed to do. She crossed her arms, chewing on her lip and she formulated a plan, attempting to decide what she thought Booth might do if their situations were reversed.
Plan in hand, she opened the bag she'd slung over her shoulder and dug for the one item she would require. Holding it in her hand, she took one more look at the terminal number, knowing that after doing what she was about to do, she wouldn't have the chance to check it again.
She walked confidently up to the carry-on check, noting the security personnel that was accepting boarding passes and the man on the other side of the machine, so the only person she would need to get past was the first one. She attempted to match Booth's swagger as she walked up to the pass checker and confidently flashed her FBI Visitor's Pass, and said, "Official FBI business, I'm going through."
And then she ran like the dickens.
Booth was several halls away, depressed and solemn as he sat outside his terminal waiting for seating to begin, when he heard the alarms sound. He sat up straighter, and then rose from his seat, letting his cop instincts get the better of him as he walked out into the hall to see what was going on. He fingered his FBI badge and ID in his pocket as he walked, completely unprepared for what he would see.
There she was, his beautiful, composed, classy Bones, sprinting down the hall like some kind of Olympic athlete. Before she even saw him, she pulled her bag off of her shoulders and tossed it right into the knees of the nearest security guard, causing them to trip and take down at least two others with him. Bones didn't stop to check to see if her maneuver had worked though, she just kept running.
He stood there, shell shocked as he watched the scene unfold before him, until she must have finally seen him, because he heard her yell his name, "Booth!" she yelled, "Booth!"
He pulled himself into the moment and started walking in her direction, "Bones?"
"Oh God," she said, getting close enough to him that she could unceremoniously leap into his arms, "Booth!" She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, burying her face in the crook of his neck, leaving him to deal with the herd of angry Homeland Security employees that had followed her through the airport until this point. He quickly wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight to him, and used his other to pull his badge from his pocket, "FBI, official business. Sorry for any inconvenience."
The guard who had taken the rucksack to the knees yanked the identification from his fingers, eyeing it carefully, and then shoved it back into his hands and walked away, leading the others, mumbling something about the Bureau gone awry.
"Bones?" Booth asked, once the commotion had died down, noting that she was still clinging to him tightly, like some kind of child, "Bones, what's going on?"
She pulled her face from his neck and looked him in the eye for a beat, and then with pure seriousness, said, "I love you."
He looked at her with disbelief, then around the hallway, searching for purple dancing bears, before he looked at her again, "Oh God, the tumor's back, isn't it? I'm hallucinating, right?"
"No," she said, slowly, "this is real," leaning back in his embrace for a moment, she seemed to debate something, before she moved forward suddenly and kissed him, right on the lips. He thought his eyes may have popped open wide enough that he may lose them, but instead he dropped his badge on the ground and used that hand to plunge his fingers into her hair, as he responded to her kiss in kind, and a little more thoroughly.
Eventually she pulled back again, "I'm so, so sorry, Booth. I should've—"
"It doesn't matter," he said, and he kissed her again.
She laughed against his lips, and pulled away so she could pepper his face and neck with kisses, alternating saying, "I'm sorry," and "I love you," between them. He held her close to him, not wanting to ever let go, but knowing that their time was so much shorter than he wished, "Bones?" he asked, and she kissed him, sweeping her tongue between his lips again.
"I don't know how to change," she said, unwrapping her legs from him and he let her down on her own two feet, "I don't know how, but I think I can. I want to. I was wrong, I'm almost never wrong but I was." She saw him smile sadly, "And most importantly, I don't think I have to. I think—no, I know, that you would love me anyway."
"I do," he whispered hoarsely, "I do, Bones. Even if you never changed, I will, always." He paused, and brushed some hair from her face, "But you're wrong, Bones. You've changed, your heart is open. There are just a few fences that require jumping, and frankly, I've always been good at jumping fences."
They laughed together, and he wet his lips before he went on, "I love you, Bones. God, I love you, so much. To an extent that before I met you, I didn't think was possible, but…" he glanced at his terminal, to see people standing and collecting their bags, "I got to go… I committed to training snipers and I can't back out."
She stared at him a moment, and fine tuned a skill she'd wanted for years, and had recently discovered that she may never develop with the general population but she was a master at with Booth: reading his body language. His tense shoulders, his furrowed brows… he was afraid she would freak out; that she would regress. She reached out and took his hand, and squeezed it in her own, smiling weakly, "I know," she said, "I just didn't want you to leave without knowing."
He blinked, "Okay, should I be seeing a doctor? I really worried about my head."
She smiled and pecked his lips quickly, then said, "I have weighed the options, in a pro and con list, and decided that both of us would be happy if the feelings—as immeasurable and intangible as they are—are better out on the table. I know that you have waited for me, without wavering, for years. I am prepared to take my turn. I'm…prepared to wait."
He laughed, and pulled her in to kiss him one more time, before he turned to her ear and whispered, "I thought you said that me being in a relationship with you was the definition of insanity."
She grinned, "I also said that love is essentially a delusion. So, we're both basically insane."
He laughed, and hugged her close, even when he heard the woman from the terminal call his name. He held her tighter and sucked in a breath, then let her go, "I have to leave, Bones."
She stepped back, holding his hand and walking him back to his bags, which he carefully picked up. They moved toward the terminal and squeezed hands one last time, "I'll be back in a few months."
She smiled lightly and nodded, "I'll be waiting."
He tucked one thumb behind his Cocky belt buckle, attached securely to the front of his pants, and headed down the terminal.
Author's Note: Love you all. I think you know how to love me back. :) Enjoy the rest of the season, all!
P.S. In the Brennan/Angela scene, when Ange calls Brennan dancing around the issue insane… I totally wrote that this afternoon, before I'd seen the episode. Damn, me, you're good. :P


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A neglected gem, low budget jazz Kafka on the back streets of Chicago ...
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This movie was a little hard to follow but it had lots of potential to be great, the characters in the diner were the most enjoyable. This movie is something you should watch when you are awake and stuck in the house for a week or two.
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Bought but not yet watched
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i willy liked dis mov. der was diss guy who like couldnt sleep rite. he would b awake all nite so he would do walks around his block. hehe, ther wuz man slutz on his walk, dats how sweet it is. then, anthony anderson (or maybs it wuz anotha fat blackman) was getting bit buy a dawg. insomniac guy shot da dawg wit a gun that wuz in a cops pocket cause he was too stupid 2 do anything. hehe. ne-ways, dis guy ina wheelchair made dis hawt chick pick his suitcase off tha train trax but there was a turd rail, so she bent down and den he threw a buncha grape soda and den da turd rail zapped her so she kicked da bucket. hehe. stephen bladwin is a good acter, he made all the scenes seem like dey where action packed and interesting. dis is a great flik for anyone who likes great flix.
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|Noah(Nightwalkers #5) by Jacquelyn Frank
Noah, meanwhile, was struck with the overwhelming sensation that he had done everything wrong. It was a stark understanding and it filled him with fear like very few things could. Hadn't he read that fairy tale dozens of times over the years to the children in his family and others? The words in Sarah's mind when she had realized she was Imprinted upon a man she very nearly despised began to echo in his brain.
She could keep her heart from him.
Lovers but strangers. Forever.
All she had to do was put her mind to it, walling off her emotions. It was rare, but not unheard of. In those rare cases, it led to a perverse kind of insanity, a fate worse than death. Especially if one partner fell in love and the other one did not.
Kestra felt his fingers encircling her arm, dragging her up to her feet roughly and spinning her into his body as if they'd never stepped away from each other in the first place. The reflexive sensation of coming home as she settled against him made her angry, frustrated over her body's misbehavior when she'd spent all of her life fine-tuning it as a weapon under her complete control. She reacted by bracing her hands against his chest and pushing hard away from him.
Noah didn't let her go this time, using his significant strength against her. What was more, he was able to do it with a single arm around her waist, allowing his free hand to come up and push back her hair, baring her ear to his close, heated whisper.
"I do not know what you think to accomplish, but I can assure you that you will never be able to escape me just by leaving my home. I have been inside you, Kikilia. Not only today, but for months. Our hearts have thrummed to the beat of this chemistry between us for so long now. Do you really think distance will work any better now than it did all the while you were an ocean away?"
Kestra opened her mouth, but his audacity left her speechless. Worse, the potential truths of his suppositions were terrifying. However, he didn't know her quite so well as he thought he did, she thought as a familiar flush of very explicit excitement coursed through her. It was a reaction that she recognized all too well.
He had just given her a challenge. What was more, it was a deadly one. She knew it as sure as she knew how to wire listening devices for sound. He was dangerous, she admitted to herself. She had probably known this from the outset, and it was probably why she had felt such an overwhelming attraction toward him.
Let him build his better mousetrap, she thought to herself with almost wicked confidence and satisfaction. There isn't a cage made by man that can hold me.
Kestra lowered her chin, flicking up her snow-white lashes until he could very clearly see the danger in her eyes and the gentle tilt of her suddenly smiling lips.
"Would you like to make book on that?" she murmured, flicking her blue diamond gaze down the length of his entire body, clearly taking his measure and just as obviously finding herself unthreatened.
She wasn't expecting the feral smile he sent her in return, though.
"I have all the money and time in the world to make good on that bet, Kikilia," he whispered. "Whether you know it or not, you need me now. You will always need me."
Kestra laughed, hard and harsh, a derisive sound that would have cowed any normal man. She was already beginning to realize that he was no normal man, so she didn't underestimate him in that way.
"Listen," she said quietly, "you can threaten and cajole all you like, you can even seduce me until the cows come home and we are both exhausted from it, but you will never, ever own me. Unless you have something better than idle threats, my mind will always remain my own, and so will my life. There is nothing you can do to change that. Now let go of me or I swear-"
"I already have changed it, although I would never want to change the honest essence of who you are. I am not who you think I am, Kestra."
"I don't think anything. I don't care who you are. You're as much a stranger to me as you ever were! You're rich? Well, so am I. You're strong and clearly have power? You haven't even scratched the surface of my strength and my power. I don't care how many little tarts come traipsing in here calling you my lord or whatever it is that gets you off, because I don't impress that easily. Don't challenge me. You'll regret it. Now let me go!"
Noah finally did so, clearly more suddenly than she expected because she stumbled backward in her abrupt freedom.
"Kestra, you have no idea what you are going to do to yourself if you leave."
She laughed, a snorting sound of disbelief.
"My God, you are on a trip, aren't you? I survived just fine without you all these years, and I will damn well do it again. You were an itch, Noah, and you have just been scratched. So, it's been swell, but I really must be going."
Her haughty sarcasm was a practiced art, and she used it too well. His fingers curled into tight fists as she turned surely on her heel and marched out of the parlor with a hearty slam of the door. It took everything within him to control the surge of his temper, to keep his feet planted firmly on the floor and not tag after her like a schoolboy with a sick crush on the head cheerleader. He could have shown her the meaning of the word power, could have sucked her into his world with a heartbeat and a whirlwind of smoke and ashes. Hell, he could have blown up an entire country just to show her what she was enmeshed in whether she liked it or not.
But that was purely his infamous temper talking. He could no more harm an innocent than…
Noah shook out his fisted hands and exhaled harshly. He had already harmed innocents in his quest for her. The memory of Bella's outrage bit as sharply as the recollection of her slap against his face did. Would Kestra ever know the price he had been willing to pay just to save her life? Did he have the cold heart it would take to throw that knowledge up in her face?
Patience, he told himself, using the word like a mantra to soothe his sparking temper. Patience. Time was on his side. He hadn't been lying about that. However, if he were to take advantage of it, she would pay a heavy price. All he had to do was wait, give it three, maybe four days. Then she would understand what it would mean to be without him. She would only grow weaker, sicker, eventually facing no future but her own death, unless she returned to him.
And he couldn't bear the idea of it.
He had to find a better way.
The Miserable Princess
A Demon Fairy Tale
Ariel made good his promise.
Sarah sat watching contemptuously as he defeated one opponent after another in the exhausting games. She was convinced he was somehow cheating, especially when he was able to best the Warrior Captain himself, the most skilled of all fighter Demons. Maybe it was because he was an Enforcer. He cast a cloak of dread in front of himself just by entering the area. He probably had every last one of them shaking in their boots and they were letting him win in some hope that if he caught up with them on a Hallowed night transgressing, he might be kinder to them. But there was no kindness in him. Sarah did not care if he was only doing his job, a job appointed and respected by her very own father. Even her father would blanch at the idea of having the Enforcer for a son-in-law.
He was going to win, and she could see it coming. Sarah refused to simply sit there like a lamb to the slaughter. She did not care that she was required to spend supper feast with the winner as the reward for the night's games. She did not care that her absence would embarrass her father and the Enforcer, perhaps even infuriating them both. She stood up and walked away at the first opportunity of her father's distracted attention.
She ran to the stables.
She was mounted and fleeing on her fastest and favorite steed within heartbeats. She did not even change or use a lady's saddle, yanking up her skirts and sitting astride like a man so she could get the speed she wanted and that the beast beneath her deserved. She was like a wraith in the night, her slim, beautiful body and fair hair catching the glow of the moonlight, the silk and chiffon of her gown streaming colors behind her like a standard. Mile after mile peeled away beneath the horse's hooves, and the thunderous cadence pounded joyfully through her body. She no longer belonged to the Demon world and all of its traditions, all of its expectations. She was free. She could breathe. There was no future looming with suffocating imprisonment to a man everyone despised.
And then, as if summoned by the thought, the Enforcer materialized out of the nighttime mists, becoming solid right in the path of the racing horse. The animal lurched to a halt with all of its power, its intention to rear back in terror, but before that happened, Sarah was thrown forward over the animal's head, reins falling helplessly from her hands as she became airborne. She would have plowed into the Enforcer, something she would have at least found momentarily satisfying, but the coward dematerialized. But then she was being caught by a heavy cushion of thickening fog and moisture, the sensation soft and gentle as she slowed to a stop.
In a heartbeat, she found herself cradled in the arms of the Enforcer, her heart pounding as though it would burst her chest. Half of the feeling was from fear of her fall, but half was from fear of how flushed with excitement she became when those cool eyes fell on her. His need of her was naked within them. It was an incredible feeling to know that she was what the man who was most feared, most powerful in their world, now wanted. It did not matter that she was a Princess. She had been born to that, had not earned any merit that might come with it. But he was born to be the Enforcer, and had also proven himself for centuries as the one rightfully deserving of the role, although there were other choices from amongst his line who could have vied for the duty.
She struggled to be free of his hold, and Ariel let her go, placing her feet on the ground and letting her try again to put a great distance between them, though in fact it was only a few steps.
"Come, come," he taunted her softly, "all is fair here. You must maintain your part of this bargain."
"I made no bargain!" she cried out in defiance. "I was put up like a mare to be bred, and no one asked me my permission!"
"I am not here for a mare, although breeding has its place somewhere in the things I would like. I want you, Sarah, and all your possibilities. I knew for decades that you were waiting to be claimed by me, but I forced myself to give you time to live, to grow, and to become whatever it was you wished to become. I watched you flourish with beauty and a personality of such light and kindness that it awes me when I think you will shine upon me."
"No! I never saw you!"
"I never touched you, either," he said, his voice like soft clouds in a summer sky. "Until today. Your father was torturing you with his efforts to push you onto others, and I could not let it continue. Though I must say, it brought out that fire in your temper I find so intriguing."
Sarah's hand went to her throat in an age-old feminine gesture of defense, broadcasting her fear and vulnerability. She saw the truth in all he said. Ariel had stood by and left her to grow, given her space that even her own father had refused to give her. How must it have been for him to let her be free, knowing all along that she was destined to be in his arms? She had lived in blissful ignorance, but Ariel had known for a long time-decades, he had said-and he had waited. Stood by and watched. So many days, so many years in such close service to the King, there in the Council rooms every day, rooms she walked through. Feasts and celebrations.
Samhain and Beltane.
Sarah's eyes widened with horror, as she suddenly realized what torment he must have suffered every single Hallowed moon, forced to do his duty, forced to hang on to his sanity, temptation just a breath away, satisfaction just a touch away.
His sacrifice touched her like nothing else in the world could have.
By the time Noah had composed himself, both physically and mentally, he knew Kestra had long since exited his household. He could still feel the powerful trail of her energy as he followed it out of the parlor and into the Great Hall, in search of another woman who seemed to have it stamped on her to-do list to give him grief. He was beginning to lose count of how many women he had rubbed the wrong way in just the past twenty-four hours. The Demon King figured taking Jasmine to task would probably add her to that growing list.
He stepped into the Great Hall and stopped short with justifiable surprise. Jasmine was holding court with about a half dozen Demon males, their hands and attention on various parts of her slim body as she flirted shamelessly with them. She was thriving on the attention the Demons were giving her in abundance, a generosity fueled by the conditions of the night and the ripening moon.
Since she was a Nightwalker, Jasmine was considered more than fair game nowadays. He could not possibly voice any form of complaint, even if he could form a logical reason for one. It was better that their attention was falling onto her. It would at least keep one or two of them out of the Enforcers' paths, should she decide to fulfill any of the flirtatious promises she was clearly making with every inch of her highly sensual body.
The trouble was, he was pretty sure that Jasmine was an extremely prejudiced creature and that she would consider playing outside of her species to be beneath her.
Jasmine turned her head, looking unconcerned as she faced the very obvious disapproval of the Demon King. She gave him a disarming smile, standing up from her chair as he walked toward her. If he were a thundercloud, she mused as she watched his approach, he could have belched a bolt of lightning right at her head. He certainly was able to clear the room with merely his approach and expression, the other Demons leaving them alone with all speed.
"Good evening, Noah. It is good to see you. I have a message from Damien," she said, as if nothing at all was due her by way of reprimand. She was cordial and matter-of-fact, returning to sit with casual ease before his hearth and looking completely at home.


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Skip to comments.Study: Chemicals in plastic can make boys act more like girls (Does this explain man-child Hussein?)
Posted on 11/16/2009 3:27:45 PM PST by Libloather
Study: Chemicals in plastic can make boys act more like girls
By Rosemary Black
Monday, November 16th 2009, 4:09 PM
Chemicals found in many plastics are causing little boys to act more like little girls, according to new research.
A team at the University of Rochester studying the safety of phthalates -- chemicals in the plastic used in many household objects found that they can actually disrupt hormones, according to BBC News. The chemicals affect the baby's developing brain by deactivating testosterone, the male sex hormone, according to the BBC.
In the study, scientists tested urine samples from pregnant moms for traces of phthalates, which can actually mimic the female sex hormone, estrogen, according to the Daily Mail. The women gave birth to 74 boys and 71 girls, who were studied at age 4 and 7, with the moms questioned about the types of toys and games their kids liked, according to the BBC.
The boys exposed to high levels of two phthalates were less likely than other boys to play with guns, trains and cars, says the BBC, and they seemed less likely to join in "rough and tumble" games, according to the Daily Mail.
While some experts think phthalates may be partly responsible for lower sperm counts in men over several decades, this is the first study to link kids' behavior to hormone-mimicking chemicals, according to the Daily Mail.
Phthalates may reduce levels of testosterone in unborn babies between the eighth and 24th week of pregnancy, according to Dr. Shanna Swan, University of Rochester professor of obstetrics and gynecology and lead author of the study. This alters the developing brain and male genitals, she told the Daily Mail. An earlier study from Dr. Swan found that boys born to moms with the highest phthalate levels were more likely to have smaller genitals and undescended testicles than other boys, the Daily Mail says.
Phthalates are found in items like packaging and plastic furniture, according to the BBC. They also are in shoes, polyvinyl-chloride flooring and shower curtains, reports the Daily Mail.
How concerned should a parent be about phthalates? "There is the potential to alter development in early pregnancy," Swan says. "There are a lot of things that can go wrong during pregnancy, and this is not causing missing limbs. These are subtle changes."
One way to reduce phthalate exposure, she says, is to cook and store food in glass, not plastic. Not all plastics contain phthalates, but it can be difficult to know which do.
"I don't want to panic people," Swan says. "But I do want to raise the concern that we really don't need all these chemicals contacting us in our daily lives."
I would think that the absence of a Father would do it, too.
So, based on this information I expect school departments all over the country to find ways to use MORE plastic whenever possible.
So the government's crackdown on phthalates is homophobic.
Do huge, hideous plastic belts have a similar effect on girls and their estrogen level?
If they acted like little boys they would be put in sexual re-orientation class - no dodgeball, no sports, no recess...
what is a guy to do, sit in his room and play with dolls with the other girls cause they have to be included in every thing we do...
When I think about it I wouldn't want to mess with any of them....
Our son was raised on boobs and bottles and he is fine.
The new girl sports reporters were wanting all the football players to shake hands and meet at center field before each game.
My daughter played HS volleyball - they had skits and cheers all during the game - you watch the boys play - they play volleyball.
Read for yourself starting on page 253
Agree its BS. I have been around too many years to believe any crap that the left or government puts out...My remark was with "tongue in cheek"....(old saying means I was making fun of the article)
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Happy Holidays
By Daniel J. Pritchett on December 25, 2008
We're having a fun holiday season on the road visiting family. I'm lucky enough to have my wife, daughter, and dog all along for the ride. Hope your week is as calm and warm as mine has been. – Danielread more...
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You Can't Afford to Lose Mobile Readers (Guest post to LouisGray.com)
By Daniel J. Pritchett on December 19, 2008
I've just posted a continuation to the mobile phone series from earlier this week, this time as a guest post at LouisGray.com. Head on over to Louis's site to learn more about why you can't ignore mobile readers and what you can do to make sure your site is mobile-friendly. Thanks once more to [read more...]
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Quicklinks: Enterprise 2.0 adoption, Wikis at the core of collaboration suites
By Daniel J. Pritchett on December 18, 2008
Image by BAIA via Flickr Today I'd like to share some of the most though-provoking articles I've read this week. Several of them confirm trends I've been wondering about myself. Let's talk about them, shall we? These first two clips give a great look at technology adoption and avoiding "silver bullet" thinking. Enterprise 2.0 strategies [read more...]
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Mobile sharing series part 1: How to make a WordPress blog mobile-friendly
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This week I've got a lot on my mind about mobile blogs, site accessibility, and promoting community amongst the readers of a site. Today's installment covers the steps I've taken to make this site mobile friendly. 1) Install the MobilePress plugin. This plugin serves up a lo-fi version of the site when your browser identifies [read more...]
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Are mobile phones worth more than home broadband?
By Daniel J. Pritchett on December 10, 2008
Image via Wikipedia Were text messages ever cheap? iPhone users already pay a $30 monthly fee for unlimited data use, and I guess most of them are paying the $20 monthly fee as well. This Monday I started sending my "direct messages" from Twitter to my cell phone. Today I had to stop because I [read more...]
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a/n: When I originally posted this, the whole piece didn't flow quite right. I added a few more scenes and rewrote a few sentences. Please note that I made May and her family hail from Kanto and I did make Norman and Maxie war veterans because, heck they look kind of old. (Island Wolf gave me the idea for that! Oh and, dear, this is for you. Hope you like it)
pairing: Maxie/May
warning: insinuations of character death.
nightmares and dreams are all the same, darling
just learn to block them out and everything will be okay.
(Maxie / May)
Everything is full of darkness and the snow is falling but she's ripping petals off of flowers and staying all awake in her warm bed; it's night, almost ten o'clock, and the world is sleeping but she's hoping for a he loves me as she rips off the bud of a soft daisy (she likes to think it represents her virginal ways in romance) but really there is no he. May only likes the aspect of wishing on flowers for a love to become requited.
She can hear her mother humming downstairs, a random piano tune by Yiruma, and sighs. She should be out in the world by now, she should be whisking unknights away from the unprincesses to a world behind her eyes where the light never sleeps. Where no one has even heard of darkness.
May continues destroying her flower – her innocence – and watches as the snow washes away the light. She hopes for a falling star promise, one that would bring love and hope and all things nice into her life. (the things that are already there but she cannot see)
She holds on tightly to the last petal, which offers a he loves me not, and hopes for another dreamless sleep.
The start of everything comes with the flip of a switch and anxious breath. She tries to sit still, she really does, but waiting doesn't suit her. She just wants to stand up and dance and pretend her sneakers are Pointe toe slippers, but that's impossible. She has to stay calm, cool, and collected.
But her butterfly pulse is ramming against her wrist and her eyes are bright and wide like a lunchtime smile. She is just like stardust staying bottled up in a painted bottle, too lovely to be held in captive. So she feels the crackle of energy and pops up and her mother is asking whatareyoudoing and all the words rush together but she can hear exactly what she said.
She sits back down and life begins-
-and ends because the first person to walk on the stage to accept an award is… some random man. He has red hair, as heavy as a rising sun, and porcelain skin etched with skirting wrinkles. She likes wrinkles – she counts them as how many times a person has laughed, smiled – but this person… he does not seem like the laughing type.
So May sits still and watches as other war veterans' walk across the stage grinning and she feels the bright flashbulb of her mother's camera but she can't hear because the electricity is back and that man is walking past her grumbling things like moronic awards.
And she can't help but pop up and say I have to use the bathroom.
So she escapes and tries to stop the snap-crackle-pop that is of life, but it's impossible just like forgetting those dark eyes.
Brock was easy. So, so very easy, almost sinfully easy. He was like popping a cherry in your mouth, simple and sublime. And the win tasted so very sweet on her lips and the way he frowned and murmured congratulations, you've won the boulder badge made her smile etch upwards towards a grin. But of course there was some catch to it.
"Would you mind taking this to the museum for me? I found it recently and I'm almost certain that it's a moon stone… besides, you're going that way anyways."
And the stone was trusted in her hands, all glittery and hard, and she was pushed out of the gym by the guy saying he was going to make her a champion in no time, but really he couldn't help. Only she could do that.
She sighs and kicks rubble with her feet thinking, really May, all you've gotta do is rush in and then rush out, no big deal but it was a big deal. A very big deal. And once she stepped into the museum, the electricity decided to visit again.
Her heart is thudding and she's whispering things like dear god, why me? when really she's saying yes, thank god for being able to see him again. For a split second, as soon as she returned home, she was left hoping she'd meet the man again, no matter how harsh or mean he seemed to be. But now his back was turned to her and no matter what May tried to tell herself she wanted to see him. She really did; just like how children wanted ice cream. It was like an immoral need, no matter how cliché that sounds.
But the women at the front desk are so kind and sweet and they're saying won't you come in? and they're ushering her inside and by the time she's forcing the stone in their ragdoll hands, he's turned around and walking out.
Out of the door, right past her. The breeze she feels causes a snap and she feels sick so she voices this thought and runs out but all the time she's thinking I don't (do) want to see him again. I don't (do) want to see him again. Please, please don't (do) let me see him again.
And really that feeling that's in her heart makes her feel like a young teenager again but if she was just thirteen then surely what was going on would be illegal.
She's thinking that men who are all muscles and brawn are sore losers; Lt. Surge isn't really helping that cause. So she stands still, energy bubbling in her core, and whistles a fine weathered tune. He continues yelling things like why did I lose to a crummy teenager? and May resists saying that she's not a teenager, she's an adult because of course anyone who has neon blue nails has to be mature, but she is twenty two and she needs to learn to act her age.
But, while the blonde egomaniac is looking for a lost badge, she feels the wind brush the back of her throat as the door opens. She wants to believe that this is all some sick joke played on her just for fun but she just can't believe that, at least not after what she hears.
"Surge, I need to borrow something."
And the wishes waltz upon her face and she hopes please don't (do) be him because the electricity is all too much for her to handle; all too much for a girl of her stature, all petite and small and full of dreaming forever's.
But it is and she balls her hands into fists that say stay away from me, maniac but he obviously can't hear because he's coming closer and closer and clos-
-she stumbles and falls on his shoulder.
He doesn't even notice as he's all too busy walking away with those nicotine rich glares and demands. He is mean, so mean and vile and everything not nice but May can't help but think that maybe that one little brush – a switchblade cut of glimmering hope – was sweet. But he doesn't even respond because he's too busy demanding for something that flies or has wheels or can get to Hoenn faster than you can say .
Then he leaves with a pidgey – he's lucky he even got that – muttering something about damn dingbats with their weak pokémon and the door opens and he's gone forever.
And she thinks maybe that was my imagination but a touch like that couldn't even be made up.
She can't beat Lance and she can't beat Blue and she just can't beat anyone anymore, so she is sitting quietly on a metal bird hoping that Hoenn will offer something more. And it does, believe her, it does but that burning doesn't go away, even as she's visiting her grandmother in Littleroot Town who's asking oh dear did you run into anything interesting today?
Why, yes, grandma, I did. I almost got killed by the maniac who still believes in super villains. Bet you don't believe me, huh?
She doesn't say that though, so she leans back in her seat and sips her earl gray tea and murmurs, "No, just a few pokémon. They sure do look stronger in this region—"
And she feels like Hansel from the fairytale stories because of how meek she sounds but she was almost killed it gives her a right to act like that. That man – maniac – was a modern enemy to the world, what with his bright red villain (hero because with a touch like that he had to be good) uniform and crazed expression, but May keeps quiet because she accidentally bumped into him and oh my lord it felt amazing and grandmas shouldn't know details like that.
The sparks had dazzled and the worlds united but he still muttered get out of my way, child. And she obeyed but the electricity caused her to run after him and to tug on his long sleeve.
But he practically darted away with a very furry pokémon – she doesn't know its name, there are too many pokémon now to even count - by his side, so May just sips and smiles and puts up a happy façade which is sure to please.
And yet, that feeling never fades.
Rocks and metal and steel are all things she hates so the gym battle was hard for her, even with a new ready-to-evolve mudkip, but really it was hard. Almost like trying to step on fire and knowing that you'll be burned, but it's necessary, and my god she doesn't get burned. She's frozen with victory, so much that the only thing she can even mutter is thanks while Roxanne is thrusting the badge into her hands.
But then she's turning around she sees a man with silver hair. At first she's thinking he's old but then the closer she gets, the more his face becomes defined. There is no sagging or wrinkling, nor any muscle deformities so he must be in his twenties or early thirties at least. And strangely, May thinks she's going to like this person because he's beautiful and he seems nice, everything that man was not.
So she says hello and he says hi and really there are no other things to say but then she's walking away and he's calling, "What is your name?"
"May Maple, yours?"
"Steven Stone."
And really she's left smiling from the semi-grin on his face but really all she's thinking is that he's just going to be the same as Roxanne, cold and hard and in love with steel.
Steven Stone is a sex magnet, she realizes. He has girls dripping off his sleeves and women dropping at his feet so of course she knows he's a busy man, of course she does, but when he asks she is still surprised.
"May, I realize that you do have talent, I saw it with you in Roxanne's gym, but I really do need your help."
And so of course, just like the other oh-so-dazzling fangirls, she asks quietly with what?
"Would you consider sneaking into the Magma hideout-"
-the façade breaks and she feels a burn in her chest. She will not step foot near that man-that maniac. She has learned what he was and who he dealt with and all the bad things he did, but that touch was still in her mind—but oh lord she needed to stop thinking about it.
And Steven's eyes are melting from stone to puddles and she couldn't say no. So she was off to see the not-so-wonderful maniac of Hoenn, but on the way up towards Lilycove she couldn't help but think is this even real?
She rolls up her Magma uniform – Steven had provided it and she still wonders how he got it – and hesitantly swims into the hideout which isn't quite hidden anymore.
Her eyes are sleepy and her mind is closed but she can't help but wonder why would anyone want this? Who in their right mind would want to cover the beautiful seas – filled with dust and silk and all things in between – with land? Was someone really that selfish? Was the maniac just a little boy in a grown man's body? She just shakes her head and sees two grunts and they automatically question her and she just smiles and nods because really it can't be too hard getting into a criminal organization.
And they let her in because her outfit looks so real and her lipstick is so red that it makes them careen back to Maxie that they have the loveliest member ever but he doesn't seem to care. He isn't into the frivolity of young men who are still into girly and sweet and all things that make his stomach go nauseous. But he is curious, no doubt about it, and he walks through one of the halls and hopes to see whoever this person is just to stop thinking about it and—
-it's that girl.
He scowls and goes to yell at her but she is staring at the metal walls and she seems so brave just walking into his domain so he doesn't say anything. He wants to see how this little heroine does in an anti-hero place.
So she glances towards the side after a split second and the electricity is so much that she just murmurs hello. She's hoping for a way to get out of that place, even as he turns his back on her.
(but in a way, she wants to stay. She wants to find a room and settle down metaphorically and meet this man. She wants to tell him all about the unnice things in her life and she doesn't even know why.)
And then his inquiring voice enters the room, "What is your name?"
She can't help but answer with a sincere May Maple and she darts away.
Weeks have passed and she doesn't know why but she's happy. She has found liveliness in the members who she thought to be oh-so horrible and dreadful and she found rescue in just staring at the walls and trying to remember what life used to be like.
May has seen the leader so many times now that it's too hard to count on her stubby little fingers. She has talked to him in a manner that wasn't so polite and in another way which erupted a blush on her tiny-Tim cheeks. She doesn't know why but she's attracted to that man and damn it, she finds heat and electricity mixed together to be too tantalizing to resist.
She has not kissed or hugged, nor slept with anyone before and my god she's so nervous and anxious and-
-she stops thinking and breathes.
It can't be too hard, but he is an older man with experience and muscles and a scariness that sometimes makes her want to crawl back to Neverland, and she has never made a move on anyone but now of all times she wants to.
She wants to be held and kissed and loved so badly that it makes her cry at night and she hopes for another prince charming and not this devious king that makes her heart go boom and her mind go ah.
She wants to forget about the electricity and the heat and my god it's so hard and it makes her irritated to know that he can just sit there with a smirk on his grimy little face. So she picks up her spoon and sips on her soup and ignores Tabitha's remarks saying it's made out of torchics' fiery breath.
But he is standing up randomly and leaving and May doesn't feel like staying anymore so she says that she's off to bed. Some people snicker – she is still too showy of her emotions – and make snide comments but she is already in the metal hallways that remind her too much of home.
Her neon blue nail polish is chipped but she still thinks she's an adult who can quite frankly express her feelings so she walks patiently down the hallway and knocks on his door with a free reign that probably wasn't probable in another world. And then she realizes that she's made a mistake and tries to run but he's just opened the door and she just couldn't leave after that—
"I need to talk to you."
And she is staring up at him like he is Goliath and she is David and she wants to think that this will all work out but she knows it won't but he's pulling her inside and that electricity is just so much and her thoughts are exploding.
The door shuts with a light thud and he asks, almost expectantly, "What did you want to tell me, Miss Maple?"
She is mute now but her eyes scan the room and she finds everything red and hot and she notices that his shirt is off and muscles like that can't be legal. But they have to be because they are scarred and ripped with scratches that look like they hurt like family ties being severed. So she takes a step back and her legs knock on the door and she feels so tiny and abolished and this really can't be happening.
But it is and he is just staring at her, wondering, peacefully wondering.
"Miss Maple?"
And that's all it takes for her eyes to glimmer with wetness and her heart to break because she knows that love just isn't real; her parents don't even sleep in the same room, her grandmother divorced her grandfather, and her brother has just broken up with his girlfriend so she just doesn't want to believe that this feeling is real. It just isn't applicable to her anymore.
So the stars leak out of her eyes and he waits for a while as she mutters I just don't know what to do anymore and her heart is breaking and his heart is burning and everything is just a big jumbled mess. But then she hears the rain falling on the left wall committed to windows and she sobers up because she is a big girl and big girls don't cry.
Then his hand is beside her head and he's asking her to grow up in that soft snide tone but she can't hear because her body is bubbling up with the same feeling she felt a year ago and she can't resist and-
-her lips meet his and they gap and they open and they are scratched by glass and faint whiskers but she doesn't care anymore.
And she rips herself away, almost gasping and he's just looking at her like she's crazy and she asks, "Do you believe in fairytales?"
"When they're ethical, but no, I don't believe in silly old Cinderella, Miss Maple. That's for the pi—"
That's all she needs to place a ragdoll palm on his skin and he stops talking and the world feels like its spinning again and she's walking towards him while he's walking backwards and soon he makes contact with the wall. And then she asks, "Do you believe in love?"
He is quiet so she takes that as a yes and, even though the fear is quite seeable on her skin, she leans in once more and her lips hover over his-
And it's all she needs to whisk herself into a world she's never seen before, but my god, it's full of electricity and fire and everything that feels nice and lovely.
But then, things start to fall apart and worlds are crashed with torrents of fire and flames and it makes her remember her reason for going to Team Magma in the first place:
to eliminate the problem.
(but she has fallen for the fire and the electricity and it's just so damn hard)
I thought you were going to try and stop the situation, May. That's why I asked you to go to their hideout in the first place.
She snaps her pokenav and hangs up on Steven. She doesn't have time for his nurturing or his help or anything that comes from him because she knows that he's too busy searching for dumb rocks and taking women to different worlds and she just doesn't want his help. This has all come back to her, every damn thing, and the rains and fire are torrential, and Sootopolis is flooding with red hate, and she just doesn't know what to do.
So she releases her blastoise, her first partner, and tries to quell everything but it's too damn hard. Groudon is strong and the people are weak and they're staring at her with such a newfound hope that it's killing her on the inside. She has just recently learned that Maxie, Courtney, and Tabitha had left to take care of the damn legendary monster, but she hadn't known that everything would come down to this.
And they're just staring at her, thinking we didn't know it would come to this. and she wants to cry and yell and run away but she can't because she is all they have to depend on. She tries to save everyone, but she's just twenty three and, my god, she's supposed to be living out her life and not worrying about the ending of other people. She wants to be a hero-
-but she can't even save herself.
But now the minutes have passed and all of her pokémon are fainted and she is just standing there with that terrible expression on her face when the monster erupts with another callus roar. People are running to their homes and all hope is lost and damn it, Courtney's crying and Tabitha is hushing her while Maxie just stares at groudon.
He is murmuring things like I never thought this would happen… and May is regretting ever falling for him.
She could have saved people, lives, and she could be happily back at home but no, she isn't. She is just a ghost in a corpse, incapable of moving, breathing.
And then the pokémon lets out a fiery breath that roasts the gym and its coming closer to her and closer and-
-she is running away from her problems and she looks back and sees him pushing Courtney into the water and then Tabitha and then…
Everything is changing colors and houses are disappearing and she can't see him anymore and the tears are leaking out of her. She's wishing that she had never met him before but then her eyes close and she's whisked away to another world; to another reality.
Her scream wakes up the entire house.
She is sweating in her bed, the daisy on the floor, and the window is wide open and snow is rushing in. May looks from left to right and sees her mom run in asking is everything ok? and all she can do is nod and say yes but on the inside she is dying and she's thinking that dreams shouldn't have that effect on a person.
And then everyone leaves and she's left alone again. The tears are let loose and she's yelling into her pillow and the snow is coating her body but she isn't cold. She is encased in a heat that reminds her of the monster that destroyed her happily ever after. And then she remembers that he saved them and not her.
She is murmuring to herself that everything will be okay (which is a lie) and she knows in the back of her mind that it wasn't real. It never will be so she snaps up and throws the pillow at the door and grabs the daisy.
And she's walking towards the window where new beginnings are etched and the panes are a little broken but she can't see as the daisy is whisking itself away in the pale moonlight. She is not innocent anymore.
She knows romance in some faint, twisted form and she knows that love isn't real.
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I posted this on recently on the LO Chat forums
For all those who are not apart for LO chat social group.
Pickle and myself have noticed something disturbing.
Meesh or Meish on LO has been logged off from LO since the 27th of june. and has also been on the LO chat but AFK for the past two or three days.
We have been saddened at the sudden disappearance of Princess Meesh.
Please post your messages of love and support for her.
This is not a "meesh has gone to a better place" post its that she has disappeared and it is suspicious and so we are asking for all to post their support for her and hope she returns to us.
To Meesh,
I miss you please come back soon! LO cannot have a princess without meesh!
Yes Meesh, come back!
We are worried about you!
People sometimes have reality to deal with.
People move on and their lives change.
That's all there is to it.
Maybe she'll be back, maybe she won't.
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Jets fan coming in (mostly) peace. My mom was a flyers fan growing up and they've always been one of my "other teams."
There's another post going strong here on your boards that suggests a trade for buff and montoya revolving around Mark Streit and some other crap that you don't want laying around. Nothing against Streit as a player, I've really liked him even as far back as his days with the Habs, but obviously at this point in his career, his trade value is next to nothing.
Winnipeg BADLY needs an LHD who can handle 2nd pairing commitments or better. We would like to add some depth on the wings, too. I think a trade that could benefit both teams would go something like this:
To Winnipeg:
Braydon Coburn
Wayne Simmonds
2014 4th round pick
2015 2nd round pick *conditional on flyers making the east final*
To Philadelphia:
Dustin Byfuglien
That is all.
I know there's going to be a couple homers who are going to try to tell me I'm trying to rob you blind, or that Buff is a hack. The truth is he's an all-star invitee, has been a league leader in shot attempts, and points by defensemen for the last 4 years and is on a very reasonable contract.
Why do we want to move him? We don't even a little bit want to move him, but we've got too much talent (Buff, Bogo, Trouba, Redmond, Postma) in our RHD corps to benefit from all of it. You don't want Bogo or Trouba getting 3rd pairing minutes, they're just too good.
Let me know what you guys think of this - unless of course you're going to give me a bag of pucks counter. I haven't checked how it works for cap space for either team but someone let me know if it's not workable that way.
No way in hell to be frank.
Don't want Buff anywhere near this team(Have made this known before) and if we are offering two roster players+ anything, I rather make that+a 1st and target a big time defender. Buff doesn't give us the all around defender this team lacks.
I wouldn't do it.
I like how this guy points out that anyone not liking his proposal is a homer.
First Counter:
Coburn, B.Schenn, 2nd round pick 2014
Big Buff
Why: You get the piece you want, plus a C/LW (another desire), plus a 2nd to try to bring the value closer for a guy in a logjammed spot on your team's roster.
I'd say Buff is maybe worth Simmonds+4th
But even then, I don't like Buff and his fat, lazy, defense.
Seeing as Coburn is actually a better defenceman in his own zone that Buff...
And Simmonds is our topscorer since he joined us, with 56 goals (Hartnell: 53, G: 52, Jake: 49, Read: 45) and has been top 35 in the NHL in goalscoring during that time, and top 25 amongst wingers... he has only 3 less goals than Evander Kane in that time.
I think Coburn would arguably be Pegs best D man in his own zone as well... as much as he gets ragged on at times.
And then picks on top... no thanks.
No sure I would even want Buff on the Flyers fullstop.
In addition, Coburn (like Buff) has 2 years left on contract and could bolt (like Buff). Coburn is also inconsistent, as a team builder, I dislike it. Not sure I'd be willing to overpay him next contract. I'd be more willing to take the risk on Buff, who has flashes of dominance.
B.Schenn is -- everyone has an opinion....and with Laughton, don't the Flyers already have two natural centers playing wing? Flyers need winger depth, that's why I removed Simmonds (plus he's too good).
and I don't value 2nd round picks highly.
B.Schenn is honestly the piece that I would regret losing, but you have to give to get.
I wouldn't to that deal as a Flyers fan but, could you imagine Buff replacing Kimmo on the PP for next season and beyond? Giroux feeding Buff with one timers :amazed:.
And to the OP's proposal: hell no, but thanks for the laugh :laugh:
If we're talking deadline, I'd be much more interested in adding a Dman a la Grossmann was a couple years ago. I'd want to try and get someone to add to the 3rd pair for a 2nd + 3rd, or something like that.
I wouldn't do that trade, I wouldn't even consider it
IMO we should plan on keeping Giroux, Voracek, Couturier, Simmonds, Read, Laughton, the Schenns, Coburn, Morin, Ghost, and Hagg. We don't need to give up on our young players. We all knew that there would be growing pains when we traded Richards and Carter and especially when Pronger was lost for good. Im not saying that we can't trade any of those players, but they should only be traded for a #1 D. If we can get first round picks for Hartnell and/or Lecavalier you do it. If someone is crazy enough to give up value for Streit we should do it.
One defenseman I would be interested in is Ehrhoff. He is not the sexiest name to upgrade the defense, but I think we might be able to get him without giving up any of the players I named or first round picks.
The perfect trade deadline/free agency would be trading Hartnell or Lecavalier for a 1st. Then packaging that first with one of our 1st from 2014 or 2015 for Ryan. Also trading for a guy like Ehrhoff. Next season we could have:
Buff is not enough of an upgrade over Coburn to justify that trade. If they Flyers are going to give up key assets in a deal, it needs to be for a top tier dman like Weber. I'd rather give an arm and a leg for Weber than give an arm for Buff.
Quit it with the Defense trade proposals. That was last year need.
Flyers need a top line winger before any big name d-man.
That's false, the defense looks shocking next year without Kimmo. Grossmann or Schenn would be on the top pairing.
But this proposal is a bad one for Philly. We need to keep Coburn and find a strong skating offensive defenseman to play with him.
I guess the hope is that you can bring in some UFA's on shorter deals, but the better options out there want those longer deals, and they'll likely find someone to give it to them.
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CLOVER, S.C. – Throughout the year, fourth and fifth grade students from all seven of the Clover School District elementary schools prepared for the district's annual Battle of the Books Challenge which culminated on Friday, March 17 at Crowders Creek Elementary School with the Bethel Smarties wearing the crown for the district.
This year's contest featured 84 students, grouped into 21 teams of four. In preparation for the event, each school hosted its own contest, with the top three teams from each school qualifying for the district-wide event.
Students demonstrated their knowledge of the books they read through a pair of games in head-to-head competition with other teams. Questions based on the plot and characters of each novel were asked and students were required to name the title of the book and the author to gain maximum points.
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