Fuck It Friday!!

Tagged by @tizniz @thekristen999 both of whom shared fics I cannot wait to read!! (And probably cry through 😁) 🩵💜

I have three more kiss prompts I'm working on, but since I already posted two and another whole fic this week, I'm trying to pace myself lol. We're all back in our shooting era (I never left 😅) so I'm hoping to get Eddie's second oh moment finished soon. I wrote this last night half asleep. Does it make sense? You tell me:

Loving Buck grew over time, like a vine in his chest, curling around his ribs and beneath his sternum to cradle his heart. The flowers bloomed before he even knew the vine was there. And now that he knows, now that he wants to feel the softness of the petals every time Buck's shoulder brushes his own, or admire the bright blooms every time Buck smiles- now that he knows he loves Buck, he can't. When he first met Buck, there might've been something there. Not exactly attraction, but… curiosity? Something about Buck made Eddie want to be close to him. And then they could've died together and Buck stepped into that ambulance with him without a second thought. Eddie was struggling to find help for Christopher, and too afraid to ask for it, but Buck brought him Carla without feeling like he had to ask. Then Shannon came back, and the vine that had been in his chest since they were kids came back to life and bloomed into bright yellow flowers he wanted to nurture and protect forever. Forever doesn't last long. So much happened in such a short time after that. The bombing, a tsunami, Chris' nightmares, Eddie's bruises. And a lawsuit that kept Buck separated from them. Maybe that's when the vine first started growing, trying to reach out of his chest in hopes of pulling Buck back. They had just lost Shannon, and the only other person Eddie wanted- needed- cut himself off. When they finally mended fences, the vine started growing again, and bloomed with blue flowers as bright as Buck's eyes even as they were splashed with blood. The shocked look on Buck's face flashes through Eddie's mind and he snaps his book shut as a reflex. Hen looks over at him from where she's sprawled across the other armchair. “What's wrong?” she asks. “You look like you saw a ghost.” Eddie glances around to see Buck and Chim both looking his way now. Fuck.

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Fuck It Friday!

tagged by @prettyboybuckley !!

putting the fuck in fuck it friday<3 have some of the bucktommy first time fic

Buck reluctantly pulled away so he could murmur, “Bed, we need a bed,” against Tommy’s lips.

“I like the way you think, pretty boy,” Tommy said, his hand smoothing its way down Buck’s arm before landing on his waist and pulling him closer. “Are you sure you’re ready for more?”

“Yup, yes, very sure,” Buck said eagerly, completely unashamed in showing just how much he wanted Tommy.

Tommy nodded and pulled away from Buck, taking his hand and tugging him towards the stairs to the loft. Buck followed happily, enjoying being the one led for a change. The second they were safely up the stairs Tommy was turning around and tugging Buck into his arms, reconnecting their mouths like the trip up the stairs had been torture because they were separated.

Tommy walked backwards, not breaking the kiss for even a second until the backs of his legs hit the bed, then finally he broke away. “You want me to coach you through it, baby?”

Buck let out a small gasp at the thought, fisting his hands in Tommy’s t-shirt. “Yes, yeah. Tell me what to do.”

Tommy cursed. “You’re perfect, baby. So good for me and we haven���t even started yet.”

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anyway tagging:

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seven sentence sunday!

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“I just feel we don't hang out as much as we used to.” Eddie murmurs quietly. So quiet Buck almost misses it. “You're always with Tommy, which is— good. You deserve to be happy. And if he makes you happy, then that's… good. It's good.”

Buck wants to argue and say he doesn’t go on dates with Tommy. He did, twice. And then that ended and now sometimes they hang out and Tommy gives him flying lessons or invites him for a drink— most of the time they fuck in Buck’s apartment and then watch whatever's on Netflix and drink beer. Not exactly romantic..

Eddie probably doesn't want to hear any of that, though, and Buck isn't sure how to begin to explain it. Why is it that he doesn't go on dates with Tommy? Why doesn't he want to go on dates with this perfectly fine and nice man that seems like a good match for Buck on paper.

Yeah, that's a Pandora Box Buck isn’t particularly keen on opening over the phone at two in the morning with Eddie drunk on the other line.

“Okay?”

“But I miss you. Miss spending time with just you.”

“I thought you liked Tommy.”

“It's not that I don't like him, it's just—”

“Okay, stop.” Buck snaps and then immediately softens his voice. “Tell me where you are so we can have this conversation in person.”

Eddie mutters something unintelligible under his breath.

“What was that?”

Eddie sighs and Buck can picture it so well, as good as if Eddie were right in front of him and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration and embarrassment. “I'm at The Sanctuary.”

Buck literally hears a disco scratch in his head. “Y-you're at a gay bar?”

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Seven(+) Sentence Sunday

Anyone order up some Bucktommy Buck whump?

They make it just outside the building, and then Evan lets out a pained groan, suddenly leaning heavily into Tommy’s side.  Shit. “Evan?” “Sorry,” Evan gasps. “Just… hurts to move.” All right, fuck this. Without any preamble, Tommy scoops Evan up into his arms in a bridal carry. Evan lets out a surprised yelp that would be adorable under any other circumstances and flings his arms around Tommy’s neck to hold on, but Tommy is a man on a mission. He charges across the pavement to where his car is parked, only putting Evan down when he’s standing next to his passenger door. After he gets Evan buckled in, he jogs around to the driver’s side and hops in. He shoves his key into the ignition and starts the car, barely remembering to check his surroundings before he peels out of the parking stall.

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tease tidbit tuesday

(yes i have shared the beginning part of this before. what about it?) so this is public transit subway au where buck is sitting across from eddie with a piece of paper saying "please wake me up at union station" taped on his hoodie. and this is an au where eddie is confident and flirty which we love to see

"Hey." Eddie lightly taps the man's shoulder.

"Huh?"

"We're almost at Union station."

"Oh. Thank you so much." The man looks up and his eyes widen.

He looks Eddie up and down. "Holy shit. You're hot."

Eddie doesn't have much time to react before the guy adds, "God. Please ignore me. I have no filter when I wake up. Or anytime, really."

Eddie regains himself and chuckles. It's time for payback. 

"No worries. You know, you have really nice eyelashes. You're beautiful," he says softly.

The man's breath hitches and a blush fills his cheeks, matching the pretty mark above his eye.

"No one's ever called me beautiful before."

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Fuck it Friday

It's Saturday, but like, Fuck it.

Here's some healing fic which is technically in the "healing" portion except Eddie shows up to Bobby's to ask to come back to the 118 and doesn't expect Buck to be there. He does not handle that well and Buck spirals about it.

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TW: Very Minor Mention of SH Scars

He forgets, for a moment, his appearance, forgets how drowned he is in these clothes from the weight he’s lost, forgets how much colour his skin has lost, forgets that he’s wearing short sleeves — instead, he’s stuck staring at Eddie. He hasn’t seen him in far too long. He feels simultaneously relieved to see his best friend and immensely worried when he sees what state he’s in. Eddie doesn’t look great — Well, he always looks great to Buck, but there are purple circles fixed under his eyes and Buck wonders if he’s been sleeping. He’s pale and something’s just off about him. Buck wonders if dispatch isn’t treating him well. He wonders if maybe he’ll want to come home, not that there’s much of a home to return to.

Eddie looks down and stares, his expression morphs from surprise to something more like he’s seen a ghost. It takes Buck a second to realise what he’s staring at. He moves his arms around his body to hide the scars but it’s far too late. 

Eddie drops the papers in his hands and runs back out the front door.

Buck stands and watches him go.

Buck is an idiot.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

He got so caught up in the love Bobby and Athena were giving him despite his scars that he forgot that most people find it ugly, disgusting, so completely repulsive. He forgot that people could hate him for it.

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Fuck it Friday

Guess, who's back? enemies to lovers singers au!!! snippet which goes right before the very first scene I wrote for this fic Buck and Lucy bestiesm is that we all need for life (yes, I ship platonic Luck)

Buck is barely able to open his eyes, hating with all his soul the person who decided it’s fun to call him too early. Quick time check tells him it’s almost midday, but he went to sleep at 4 in the morning being caught up in the book about Greek culture he found to give more facts to Chris as the boy was getting interested in this topic recently.

“Lucy, I love you, but right now I plan the worst and most painful ways to kill you,” Buck's hoarse and grumpy voice doesn’t cause a loud laugh from the blonde, which always happens when Lucy calls him to irritate him a little.

“Buck,” Lucy’s voice sounds awful. Like she is almost crying.  Lucy never sounds like it. She is the strongest and sassiest person Buck knows, which was the reason he chose her as his manager the moment 118 found him. “Buck, there’s no way to sugar coat it for you,” Lucy takes a little pause and breaks Buck’s heart, knocking all the air out of his lungs. “Your asshole ex just outed you to the world. He made a big YouTube video about how he dated the new big pop star and heartthrob, Buck Buckley, showed a bunch of your photos with him, photos where you two kiss under mistletoe on the evening we met, for example. He also tried to make you look like an ignorant jerk who broke up with him because you got super popular and rich, conveniently forgetting to say how you lived almost for a year in Texas after your breakup and went viral only after this year,” Lucy speaks with such an anger Buck can’t help but feel how tears runs his cheeks, because Lucy is so protective over him, not just his career. 

“He posted it last night and now it is trending everywhere. I’m sorry. I know you weren't ready to be out to the world. Hell, some of the people close to you don't know because you prefer not to come out. There’s nothing we can do now. Except try to control the fallout,” Lucy sounds so genuinely sad and caring and Buck just cries more, not even knowing what he can say to her. “Hen and I are going to have the meeting today later, Bobby will be here too. But you stay at home and go full close up. Do not answer your phone if you don’t know the number. Do not go anywhere. I’ll call you later. Maddie will come soon to check on you,” Buck hums in the sight that he understood, not that he would even try to do it anyway, he feels like he was put under concrete, crushing him to the ground and preventing him from breathing. Lucy ends the call, but Buck can’t move.

He holds the phone near his ear looking, almost without blinking, at the white ceiling of his house and tries to understand what has he done to Ian, except not staying after he found out this jerk was fucking with his best friend, behind Buck’s back.

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hey sofia! how are you? any new wips you have that you could a sneak peak for? any old ones you miss working on? have a good day!

omg stop i love this question!! hi nonny!! im oki, just busy<3 how are you?? also yes!! ill share a lil smth of each °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

so as for new wips, im working on a stablished buddietommy fic that should be ready on tuesday if all goes well

Buck made a sound at that, hiding in Eddie’s neck. He placed a few lazy kisses right under his pulse point, relishing in the little mewl it got him. “What time is it?” “Late enough to get on with the day,” Eddie whispered, glancing at Tommy from over Buck’s frame. He was still asleep, covered to his pits. So, that’s who’d taken the sheets. “Want any breakfast?”

i also have an abandoned buddie fic (jealous + getting together). idk whether to continue, what do you think?

Putting the phone down, an idea brew deep down. It’s not like he’d encourage himself to pursue it, but these days his free will was dauntingly compromised. He swallowed. This could go one of two ways, and he wasn’t very keen on finding out which. However, the more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. His pleasure wasn’t his own anymore, and giving away the one part of himself he could control could do the trick. To forget, to move on. Move on from Eddie.

concerning wips that i have paused we have murder husbands, which i swear im getting back to. heres a snippy from chapter 4

He swallowed, the man’s spit running down his throat and out the corners of his mouth. Messily. “Fuck me,” he urged; demanded. Buck’s right hand flew up, covering half his face with it. He felt the back of his eyes tense. Too much pressure. “I don’t take orders from you.”

and my absolute love love baby wip which is the prince au (snippy from chapter 3):

The stranger was slightly shorter than the Prince, dressed in proper, yet not elegant enough attire to be a royal. His hair was darker than night, and so were his eyes, although what stood apart the most was the overwhelming worry on them. His hand traveled from the Prince’s upper arm to his forearm, then back up. Then Edmundo put his head on the man’s shoulder.

id also share something from Arcane3 (the build a fic game fic - see pinned post on my blog), but this post is already entirely too long so sdfghj thank you for ur ask i truly enjoyed answering <33 MHAW

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

I have been sick and crampy and PMSy the last like six days, but today I woke up and feel like a whole new human.

Here's a snippet from my Eddie goes to confession fic. I restarted it after the last episode and I am very please so far with it, even if it's extremely introspective and I'm kind of using it as my own therapy.

The front doors to the church are heavy and when he opens them and steps inside he’s suddenly 5 attending his youngest sister's baptism. It’s important, that’s what Abuela says as she sits with him in a pew at the front of the church, the scent of incense that is no longer burning making him sneeze.  And he’s 8 taking his first communication and not really understanding what it means, only that it’s important. That eating this stale, dry cracker is supposed to change something inside of him, but he doesn’t feel different.  And he’s 13 the Bishop is dipping his thumb in the oddly sweet smelling chrism and saying “be sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit” and Eddie is saying Amen. This is the moment where he’s supposed to be choosing to commit himself to God, but he didn’t have a choice of being here, not really.  And he’s 18, freshly graduated from high school watching as Shannon walks down the aisle toward him in a hand-me-down wedding dress, the bump of her stomach just barely starting to show. His suit is too big and too small at the same time. The smell of sale church air, of dying flowers and decades of prayers breathed out to a god Eddie isn’t sure exists feeling like a vice around his neck.  And he’s 26 carrying the casket of the only woman he's ever loved, the smell of burning frankincense tickling his nose and prickling at his eyes even though he hasn’t cried, not since the hospital.  And he’s also 31 standing in the doorway of an empty church that he’s never been to before but has somehow been in a hundred, maybe a thousand times. Because that’s the thing about catholicism - it never really leaves you. It burrows deep, into the very marrow of your bones and leeches the life out of you if you let it.  It riddles you with guilt for sins you haven’t committed. It tells you that you were born a sinner and you’ll die a sinner and every moment in between should be spent in penance. That unless you follow the church’s teaching exactly you’re condemned to an afterlife in hell. That anyone who doesn’t accept the church is condemned even if they’re the best person to ever exist. It doesn’t leave you - it chokes you and makes you hate yourself. It’s made Eddie feel like less than for his entire life and when he takes in the first lungful of air he can taste thirty some years of guilt on his tongue.

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any anyone else who wants to share!

Eddie is close to drooling as he stares at Buck (which, he can admit to himself, isn’t new for him).

He’s sitting across the room as he watches Buck chop onions, Buck’s arms flexing with every slight movement. The man has bulked up over the past year and Eddie thanks the good lord for that fact. Because even watching him do something as mundane as dicing onions is practically sinful, and he can’t help but let his mind wander to what they would feel like, how those arms would bulge as they lifted him, using his strength to-

“Jesus, could you be gross somewhere else? You perving on Buck is ruining my perfectly good cup of coffee.” Chimney complains, gesturing to the aforementioned coffee.

(the pining eddie fic ft. chim making fun of him for it)

Inspiration Saturday

tagged by @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz

inspiration comes from the fact that apparently we're getting a crossover with the bachelor???

which made me want to start working on my buddie bachelorette au! snippet under the cut for those interested!

His limo is getting even closer to the mansion where Taylor Kelly is. Honestly he doesn’t know what he was thinking when he agreed with his Tia Pepa to do this show. Eddie’s only thought is that he hopes he gets to go home soon so he can see Christopher. He can deal with the teasing and laughter from his family and coworkers after this airs. As soon as his humiliation is over, the faster he can be back with his son.

The limo stops, and someone comes over to open the door for Eddie to let him out. For a second the only thing he sees are the cameras pointing at him. There’s a rustle from some bushes - probably where Bobby and Athena are hiding to see how Taylor’s interactions with him and all the other men play out tonight - that catches Eddie’s eye. Then he sees her.

Taylor Kelly is…pretty. 

She’s dressed in a long, sparkly purple dress with her hair up in a bun, smiling picture perfect. The short bio of her Pepa read out to him when she was casted resurfaces in his mind. She’s a reporter. Mainly puff pieces - that must be why she has such a Barbie smile. As he gets out of the limo and walks towards her, he doesn’t see any substance towards her. No genuineness in that smile or in the eyes, just selling it for the camera. 

“Hi,” he puts his hand out for her to shake, not knowing what else to do.

Taylor quirks her eyebrow at, head tilting down at his hand. “You sure you don’t want to try that again? I’m sure the crew will let you. You don’t seem too enthused to meet me. My ego is a bit bruised. What’s the story there?”

Feeling slightly caught off guard, Eddie stiffly places his offered hand in his suit pocket. “No - no story. Just not used to cameras being on me.”

Taylor laughs. Eddie thinks it would be a nice laugh. Maybe if they were in private and Taylor’s eyes weren’t shifting towards the camera currently pointed at them. “Well, I hope you get used to them soon! What’s your name, anyways?”

“Edmundo.” He doesn’t know why he gives Taylor his full name. Perhaps because he knows Eddie is reserved to close friends and family. Perhaps because he wants to see Taylor stumble over his full name. 

“Edmundo. I like it. Well, Edmundo-”

She’s cut off by the sound of sirens wailing in the not too far distance. 

One of the contestants is coming in driving a firetruck.

“There’s another firefighter?” Eddie mutters, slightly impressed, slightly annoyed. Impressed because he loves these outrageous stunts during the first meeting on the show. Annoyed because he can’t believe the show paid for an actual fire truck to be used for a stunt that will be used for two seconds of footage. What house allowed this?

“Another?” Taylor’s sharp sense is going to be nauseating, Eddie can already tell.

The man in the truck honks his horn, shouts of “TAYLOR KELLY!!!” followed by whoops and cheers coming out of him. He’s wearing his uniform. Not the full gear, but the more laid back version for non fire emergencies. He’s blond with what appears to be some sort of birthmark next to one of his eyes. A blinding smile that holds the warmth of the sun in it. Eddie can’t help but give a small smile back.

“I heard you were in need of saving.” The man’s dazzling smile turns towards Eddie, where it hardens slightly. A your time’s up clear in his expression.

Eddie doesn’t bother looking back at Taylor. “All yours, man.” 

As he’s walking towards the mansion where the rest of the men are sitting in the lounge area, he thinks he hears something about a firehose, followed by a feminine laugh.

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by the lovely @daffi-990, @disasterbuckdiaz, @wikiangela, @exhuastedpigeon, @hoodie-buck

i have quite a few projects going on right now (no one say anything about my 50+ wips) but have some of reckless buck that i finally made a lil bit of progress on!

Buck was aware of himself being loaded onto a stretcher and into an ambulance but he felt so tired he didn’t bother paying attention. He managed to answer their questions when they asked a few things but other than that, the trip was a quiet one.

They were almost at the hospital when one of the paramedics said, “Hey, should we call Diaz? I know that’s not exactly protocol but…y’know, they’re really close.”

“We already let Captain Nash know, I’m sure he’ll call Diaz. Plus, do you want to be the one who tells Diaz that Buckley is hurt?”

Buck wanted to open his mouth and tell them to please call Eddie, that Eddie’s voice was the only one he wanted to hear right now, but he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate. He would just have to hope that Bobby called Eddie or that Maddie would after she got the emergency contact call. He felt bad for the stress he was about to cause her but hey, at least this time he didn’t die!

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inspiration saturday! 💌

tagged by the lovelies @actualalligator @tizniz thank u babies! <33

here's some more of the sexting fic bc i love coding on ao3!! and im having so much fun ksjsjsjd

His uniform pants are starting to feel a little too tight and Eddie’s dlushed and nervous, paranoid that someone will come up from behind him and read Buck's raunchy, stupid texts.

A part of him wants to be mad, but another part of him— a small, very deep one that Eddie is trying his best to ignore— kinda likes this? The fact they're doing this at work, it sends a little thrill of exciting danger and adrenaline up his spine.

Buck brings up this side of him that Eddie never thought or knew he had. It's annoying and intoxicating and electrifying in the best of ways.

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WIP Wednesday

More from the bucktommy appendicitis fic! Hoping to have this bad boy done by the weekend

Evan looks awful. Dark circles are smudged under his eyes, he’s even paler than usual and looking a little green, and his temples are glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. He blinks at Tommy – once, twice, like he can’t tell if he’s hallucinating – and then his forehead creases in confusion. “Tommy?” he rasps, his voice rough. “What– what are you doing here?” Tommy grins. “I said I’d check on you after my shift, didn’t I?” The corner of Evan’s mouth twitches, like he’s trying to smile but his face is too tired for it. “I kind of figured you meant a phone call.” “Yeah, well. I thought maybe you might like some company.” Tommy hefts the bag he’s carrying up a little. “And someone to make you soup.” “I don’t think I’m very good company right now.” “Hey, that’s not what I’m here for. But if you do seriously want to be alone, I’ll go. I promise I won’t be offended.” “N-no!” Evan swings the door open wider. “Please stay. Some cuddling on the couch might fix me.”

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wip wednesday

tagged by the lovely @tizniz @wikiangela 💕 here's some more of my new wip: autistic nonverbal buck!! prev snippet

tw: stranger almost saying the r-word to buck

"Just talk, you fucking re-" Eddie feels the anger boiling inside of him and he can't contain it. "If you finish that word, I will ruin your life. And that’s a threat you should take seriously." The guy stumbles backwards, muttering something both Buck and Eddie are glad they didn't hear. Buck plays the message he inputted into his phone for Eddie to hear: You didn't have to do that. I really don't give a shit. "I know. But I give all the shits for you," Eddie replies in a softer tone than he intended to.

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Fuck it Friday 🖋️

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Guys I have officially written smut (which @diazsdimples was kind enough to read through thank you 🙏🏾). Ok I’m not gonna share it today though but I thought yall should know👀 currently it’s only really unhealthy sex with Buck and someone who isn’t Eddie BUT DONT WORRY I’ll make it up to y’all and have Buddie smut eventually in this fic too. Btw this is healing fic but like you knew that I haven’t written anything else for a while. Anyway here’s some more of that fic:

365 days after Eddie gets shot, Buck breaks.

He needs something stronger than a few beers, needs something to make him feel better, at least for a little while. So he opens his liquor cabinet and pulls out a bottle he thinks is Gin and he gets ready to pour himself a glass when he wonders what the point of having a glass is. He hasn’t done the dishes in far too long and they’re piling up at the sink. So what’s the point of having another glass to wash up. He looks down at his feet, where the broken shards are still there, he knows there’s cuts on his feet, he can see specks of blood dotted on the floor, but he can’t feel anything. His body is just so numb.

He takes a swig from the bottle, dropping to sit on the floor, his head knocking against the cabinet doors. He takes another sip.

And another.

And another.

And another and another until his body feels lighter, and the world spins around him when he tries to stand up. And he laughs. He laughs because he’s still there and everyone else is gone. He laughs because he never thought he’d be back here. He laughs because he’s a fool, a fuck-up. He laughs because he knows he was always going to end up here, with too many scars littered on his skin, with a brain that hates itself, and a body falling apart. Alone, just like he was when he was 14 years old.

I realise that nothing I share from this fic is in any sort of linear order but to be fair I don’t write in a linear order a lot of the time either so 🤷🏽‍♀️

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