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jomiddlemarch · 26 days

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Each be other’s comfort kind

In some ways, Jem found being married to Mary née Vance was the easiest thing in the world.

To begin with, if he ever referred to her as Mary née Vance, she cuffed him lightly on the shoulder before she rolled her eyes and then drew him back down for a kiss.

He’d learned the only place to refer to her as Mary née Vance was their bed.

Which he must refer to simply as their bed, not their marriage-bed or anything of a similar high-falutin’ tone which she would accept from his mother and tolerate from Rilla and would otherwise laugh at almost merrily.

As someone not much given to flights of fancy well before the War had made him watch his friends and fellow soldiers gassed and killed, his brother gone without the chance of a farewell, his mind and body scarred in ways he knew as a physician would never fully heal, he found Mary’s unmitigated pragmatism as refreshing as water in the desert.

It also put his father at ease, as Dad said Mary reminded him not a little of his own mother, though Mary was notably less concerned with the vast quantity of pie the Doctors Blythe could consume of an evening, and her piecrust was arguably the equal of Susan Baker’s, though they’d all agreed not to utter such heresy at Ingleside.

In the privacy of their non-marriage, most ordinary bed, with its soft white linens and goose-feather pillows, Jem was free to tell Mary her pastry was actually better than Susan’s, as she had a lighter hand and her piecrust never once reflected any sense of consternation or outrage over some doings in Glen St. Mary, which could not be said of Susan’s best tarts.

Mary was practical and matter of fact. She had a good head for accounts and was far more intelligent that he, any of the Blythes or Merediths (with the exception of Carl) had ever given her credit for. It was easy to discuss the running of his practice and the economic advantages posed by a move to one of the larger towns, the intellectual stimulation offered by hospital work.

Mary did not worry about leaving Mrs. Marshall Elliott behind and she did listen when Jem spoke of his mother’s broken heart with oblique allusions to Walter’s death and more direct remarks about Shirley’s move to Montreal. Even more, she was willing to allow his mother precedence in ways Faith Meredith would never have countenanced.

(Who knew what Faith would truly have countenanced? She’d eloped with Bertie Shakespeare Drew shortly after their mutual return from England and had immediately bobbed the golden-brown hair Walter had once referred to as her crowning glory in a sonnet Jem was never meant to see.)

Mary was patient and funny, an impossibly good mimic. She had a seemingly infinite supply of riddles and could curse a blue streak with the fishermen down in the harbor, who respected Young Doctor Blythe all the more for his sharp-tongued wife.

She complained very little, never as much as she ought about what mattered most, and only to the degree she would amuse him about things that didn’t matter at all.

She was never troubled by his nightmares, by being woken by Jem clutching her tightly, his tears falling onto her neck, salt on his lips when he kissed her.

Mary liked to be read to of an evening, but not poetry. She liked Dickens, which didn’t surprise him, and Eliot, which did. She liked mysteries the best, pulp, which made him chuckle, and Lupin instead of Holmes, but she didn’t press him on nights when anything French was the door opened to memories he couldn’t bear.

She was warm, save for her cold feet. She’d tuck them against his shins and it wasn’t like anything else in the whole world.

She was reliable, steady, quick to take his side. Quick to see his side, even before he did.

She was pretty and she didn’t count it worth much, without any of the vanity of any of the Blythe women.

She was eminently, exceptionally lovable—except that she was difficult to love.

She shrugged off praise.

She didn’t care for ornaments or nosegays, perfume or sweets or what Rilla called a stunning new cloche just the exact color of blackberry fool.

She looked after him and their home so well, there was little left for him to do.

He was at a loss, one she was aware of and found entertaining, when Rilla remarked one day how much Rosemary Meredith’s new cat reminded her of Mary.

Then he knew.

Mary liked to have a cup of tea made just so, with plenty of milk.

She liked to end the day sitting with her stocking feet tucked up under her.

She liked to have her hair stroked, even if his hand trembled, which stopped much sooner when he was paying all his attention to the silkiness of her fair hair and the delicate skin at her temple, her throat.

She liked to sleep early on cold winter nights.

And sometimes, when they were together in the shadows, she liked to be called Puss. She liked it exceedingly well.

#aogg #anne of green gables #fanfic #mary vance/jem blythe #rarepair #mary vance #jem blythe #post canon #canon au #rare pairs about #faith meredith/bertie shakespeare drew #rilla blythe #romance #marriage #jem is a simp for mary #team mary vance #the author and jem are both Mary Vance stans

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sessalover · 17 days

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ps ps ps dominic post something ps ps ps dominic sessa please ps ps ps

#i miss him #just like one stupid meme on his story #please #a photo would be amazing but im not gonna push it #dominic sessa #dominic sessa imagine #dominic sessa fanfic #angus tully #the holdovers #jem rambles

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rmblythe7 · 2 months

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Does anybody have a good fancast for Jem Blythe? I’ve been thinking about it for a fic and I just can’t find anyone that really fits. If you’re an obsessed fan like me and have any ideas, please share!

#anne of green gables #anne shirley blythe #anne shirley #gilbert blythe #anne and gilbert #anne x gilbert #rilla of ingleside #jem blythe #fancast #fanfic

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cr3sswellsgf · 7 months

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boxes of clementines | w. herondale

will herondale x fem reader, no mention of shadowhunter stuff, established relationship, husband!will, fluff!!!! so much fluff!!!!, cross posted on ao3 under @/kissmetrytofixit

‘There are boxes of clementines in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again.’ — Alessia Di Cesare, The Side Effects of Eating Too Many Clementines

Despite it being a December morning, it was surprisingly warm in your home— for a wintry London day's standards, that is. The sun was up, for one thing, its delicate rays filtering through the clouds and into your kitchen.

Perhaps it's the fact that you live in the countryside? you thought idly as you put away your groceries. Maybe that's why it was sunnier today? Well, regardless, your warm friend was still a welcome guest any day.

Seeing as how it was the weekend today, neither you nor Will had work, so you took it as a chance to get caught up on some housekeeping chores like groceries and such. Well, you had been out getting groceries while Will—who was set to return by the afternoon—was out doing… other things. (He was out replacing something or the other, you weren't quite focusing when he had told you about it the other day.)

And so you went on, adopting a tranquil rhythm, sorting boxes into cupboards and washing all the fresh produce you'd bought. Apples, strawberries and cucumbers were left to soak in the sink while the boxes of clementines were left on the kitchen counters.

You let out a contented sigh. It was a good morning.

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It was well past the afternoon when Will was walking up the stone walkway to the quaint countryside home. In fact, the sun was already starting to set by then, the pale blue sky quickly turning a warm orange instead.

He trudged up the steps to the front porch, adjusting the large bouquet in his hands; a brilliant arrangement of flowers that he didn't think twice about buying when he passed by that florist he often frequented for you.

He shifted the bags he was carrying along with said bouquet to his other arm, freeing up his right to dig into his coat pocket for the keys. “Cariad?” he called as he walked in, toeing his shoes off and placing them neatly beside the door.

It was a few seconds before your reply, which came in form of a Hm?, could be heard. He set all the bags down. A few more seconds where he could hear your feet padding across the wooden floors before you finally, finally, came into view.

“Will!” After all these years, you still had a way of seeming utterly excited when seeing him. I mean, he could practically see the almost cartoonish glimmer in your eyes from across the room.

“Hey, darling,” he greeted gently, his whole body instantly relaxing at the sight of you. It was as if simply being around you worked all the knots from his shoulders and eased all his muscles.

The smile wholly transformed your face at the sound of the term of endearment, the corners of your eyes crinkling adorably and your lips splitting instantly into a wide smile.

The setting sun cast long shadows on the ground, the slanting rays giving a warm orange tinge to the earth, the sky and everything in between.

Your eyes finally left his face and travelled down to his body, where you finally spotted the bouquet balanced on his elbow. He had thought it'd be the first thing you'd notice when he walked in, seeing as how it was almost as big as his torso, but you hadn't.

You'd been too transfixed on his face, on him, to notice anything else.

Your face instantly softened, an almost infinitesimal shift in your expression that would've been impossible to notice if it were anyone else looking at you. But Will noticed. He always did.

It was like it was happening in slow motion, that change in your expression. From the previous childlike joy at seeing your husband to the look of pure, unadulterated love in your eyes.

“Oh, darling,” you breathed, almost to yourself, as you walked closer. You gingerly plucked the bouquet out of his arm, instantly pulling it up to your face to smell it. It really was a gorgeous arrangement; from the roses to the carnations to the peonies, and the tiny pieces of baby's breath sprinkled throughout.

And the part that made it all the more precious to you was that you knew Will had taken time out of his day to put it together. You knew it wasn't prearranged, and the image of your husband standing at the florist and meticulously putting together an assortment of flowers for you warmed your heart to an immeasurable degree.

“Will,” you breathed again, and… were you getting teary-eyed? You looked up at him, and yep, those were definitely tears lining your waterline. He couldn't help the corner of his mouth lifting at the sight. “They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Thank you so much. I love you.”

You were gushing your praises and gratitude now, and it wouldn't be long before—

“Wait,” you mumbled, a look of realisation (which looked more like horror than anything) falling over your face. You whipped your head around, your ponytail smacking him in the chest from the force of the motion.

He barely contained his amused scoff. You were and would always be incredibly and adorably predictable. Not to mention incredibly easy to read, too.

“No occasion,” he said, interrupting your Oh No Did I Miss An Important Date?™ scanning-over-the-calendar routine. You let out an audible sigh of relief, your whole body slumping forward with the motion, and this time Will couldn't hold back the smug grin.

You set the bouquet down and looked at him, suspicious despite your relief. He could practically hear the question in your gaze (refer back to what I said about you being incredibly easy to read), and he was sure it went something like this: A bouquet this big for no reason?

He sighed dramatically and leaned closer, his voice taking on that classic teasing lilt of his, “What? Can't a man surprise his wife with flowers in peace?”

“But why?” you insisted quietly. Clearly, you were incredibly worried you'd somehow forgotten about an important date. Because what if you had and Will, being the ever so gracious (debatable) man that he was, didn't want to embarrass you by reminding you?

“Just because.”

“But it's so big.” Your worried gaze met his, and his grin split even wider.

“Not the only big thing I can—”

You smacked him lightly on the arm to shut him up. “Come on!” he complained, forever the melodramatic man that he was, “You practically walked into that one!”

You rolled your eyes, but the gesture held absolutely no heat, especially not when you were smiling despite yourself. “Thank you,” you said sincerely, rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his, and hoping he could sense the extent of your gratitude in that kiss.

“Of course, my love,” he murmured softly between kisses, the teasing leaving his voice entirely and being replaced by an insurmountable amount of love.

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A while later, after he had changed and joined you back in the kitchen, the two of you could be found sitting at the kitchen island, sharing a clementine.

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aforestofworlds · 17 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Infernal Devices Series - Cassandra Clare Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jem Carstairs/Will Herondale Characters: Will Herondale, Jem Carstairs Additional Tags: Angst, Banter, Jem plays the violin and Will has an existential crisis Summary:

tiny tiny little oneshot set before clockwork angel in which will confronts (read: is consumed by) his growing feelings for jem

I’m finally reviving my ao3 account and decided to start with this!

#heronstairs #heronstairs fanfic #will herondale #jem carstairs #will herondale x jem carstairs #my writing

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livingformyself · 1 year

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So yeah everyone I'm not ready to leave tlh era... sooo any talented writer out there please add me to your taglist.... i repeat PLEASEEE

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legolasghosty · 1 month

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I Can See the Flashing Lights (Can They See Me?)

Um. Behold. First chapter of the JatP Jem and the Holograms AU.

Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply. ALL THE GEN/FOUND FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS!!! Also EVENTUALLY Julie/Bobby, Alex/Willie, minor Carrie/Flynn. But like... not any time soon.

INCOMPLETE!!!!

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We all have masks, different ways we act around different people. Personalities we develop to be shared with family or friends or the internet. But how do you remember all the details you let the world see; the real ones and the fake ones? I guess that’s why Instagram and Twitter give you a page to keep track of it all. You need a place to record everything you’ve claimed was the truth. But between the masks we use with the internet and family and friends, there’s always been one question I didn’t know how to answer: which one is the real you? --- OR, the JatP Jem and the Holograms AU that literally no one asked for. OR, Julie is just trying to figure out life when she's suddenly swept into the worldwide spotlight. Bringing her mixed up group of brothers along for the ride, she's torn between the life she dreamed of, the life she wants, and memories that are coming back with the change of scenery. They end up with a lot more than they bargained for, back in LA for the first time since losing Rose.

Read now on AO3 here!

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp #jatp fanfic #julie molina #carlos molina #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #tia victoria #ray molina #they're a FAMILY okay!#okay #jatp jem and the holograms au #*drops this and runs away*#*FAR FAR AWAY*#I FEAR!!!!#please be nice

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kujo1597 · 2 months

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You have no idea how badly I want this to be canon. The mental image of Jerrica unwinding by ordering a personal pizza and eating it while taking a bath is so good.

She works hard. She deserves a bathtub pizza whenever she feels like it.

#Jem and the Holograms #Jem #Jerrica Benton #I mean... I draw fanart and write fanfics so I can just incorporate this into things #I already wrote a scene where Pizzazz sees Jerrica eating cheese over the kitchen sink because she didn't feel like dirtying a plate

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thenatashapulleyuniverse · 11 months

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Jem Castlereagh and Being the "Other"

The other night, I got into a discussion about Joe's racial and queer identity, and how these two things must have brought on a sense of guilt when he used to be Jem. It was such a fascinating topic to discuss that I want to share it here.

Joe is a white-passing biracial man. His mother is white, his father is Chinese. I want to specifically talk about Jem, since in that life, Jem was able to rise up to a high position with substantial power: The House of Lords.

On the topic of racial identity, Jem chose to be like other racialized white men, which in turn might have caused him to develop identity issues and guilt along the way. It's only speculation on our part whether or not he was gently persuaded/pushed/forced into this role, but this type of action brings about a sense of betrayal. He felt like he was betraying everything his family stood for.

Let's say his mother really did choose to go ahead and elope with a Chinese man. Jem's family history in of itself is already a betrayal to the fundamental order of things. His parents being a mixed race couple in the 19th century raising two sons, it couldn't have been easy for them. Toby (I don't think Jem mentioned an older brother but let's say Toby is also consistent with every Joe in every timeline) isn't white passing, so we can assume he's had his hardship of discrimination. So Jem knowing that he's "other" and that his family is "other", chooses to masquerade as a person who looks and sounds and fits right in with the group of people who would hurt his mother and father and brother for less than nothing just because they're a family. His family must be proud of him for being able to get opportunites they never would, but Jem carries that guilt because he knows he has to abandon his culture, his race, and inevitably his family just so that he can keep them all safe (him included). Jem choosing to use his mother's maiden name too is fact of this. Throwing away your true family name to fit in/to become somebody new is a reoccuring theme within the Kingdoms---Kite does it to appease to the English Navy, Agatha does it because she doesn't want to be connected to Lawrence anymore.

On top of that, he's a queer man. It's evident that he has a fondness for Madeline, but at the core of it, it wasn't a satisfying marriage because he's still playing the role of a heterosexual man to fit in. His queer identity basically ties in with what I'm saying about him betraying his family. I can't really imagine them being, you know, acceptable of gay people given they are a product of their time. At least with Jem's racial identity, he isn't alone. He has his brother. He has his father. He has a support system when it comes to being a racial minority. But being queer goes even deeper than that, because he's alone with all of that. You don't go to the asylum for being half-Chinese, but you can for being gay. Can you imagine how deep he must have suppressed that when he marries Madeline? How utterly alone? That is, until he meets Kite, another deeply repressed gay man. In his head, Jem must have had his reservations. His guilt, this time, is not only directed towards his mother and father and brother, but as well as to his wife and son. On paper, he's the ideal Englishman and they have given him everything to hold up that ideal. Yet the minute he finds somebody who understands what it means to be "other", he throws away everything his family had given him and goes with Kite to be "other" with him. My explanation here makes Jem wanting to go back home and be with his son even more symbolic and even sadder, because once he has thrown away everything to be the "other" there was never a world where he could have gone back unscathed, where he could have had his son and Kite too. So he loses everything when the timeline shifts. I think he knew that too, somewhere deep, deep inside, and so we can't even begin to fathom how deep his guilt goes regarding his racial and queer identity.

Of course, all of this is still speculation and we know nothing about Jem, Jem's family, and Madeline except from Kite's POV and the letters. However, all of this places even more importance on just how essential Kite is to Joe/Jem's person. He was willing to share his real name with Kite, willing to reveal his biracial heritage to him (I can't imagine that he shared that information with Madeline or his son Edward in his rise to power). At the intersection of Joe's character, between his race and his queerness, is just a man who wants to keep everybody he loves safe---whether that means having to hide who he really is, or joining the side of the "other" despite everything.

#i would love to hear what everybody has to say on this!#am i making sense do people understand me. everything makes more sense when im cooking something up in a frenzy in a public discord server #somewhere here is a banger essay topic on the themes of choices and decisions in the kingdoms #as i wrote this up it really reminded me of thaniel's character and watchmaker's themes of choosing for yourself vs fate #and you know i love me some parallels between novels. its about the overarching themes. its about the symbolism.#its about the inherent struggle of the pulley protagonist #theres also a banger fanfic idea here about joe/jem with imposter syndrome can somebody get on that #okay ive said my thinkpiece #the kingdoms #natasha pulley

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singitoutgirl26 · 1 year

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Does anyone know of a fanfic where it's modern day and somehow Will Herondale gets brought back to life and ends up in a poly relationship with Tessa Gray and Jem Carstairs with a happy ending? Because I really want to read a fic like that. Or even one set in the time period of The Infernal Devices where the three of them end up in a poly relationship? I need good fanfics to read for this universe😭 recommendations are 100% welcome

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jomiddlemarch · 1 month

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Fanfic update no one asked for on Mother's Day:

I have three open WIP tabs. Anne/Gilbert AOGG about how Gilbert learns more details about Anne's life before Green Gables, rare pair Una Meredith/Secret Person so I don't spoil you all but it's not Walter Blythe post WWI second chance romance, and a Crescent Moon Darklina AU chapter AT LONG LAST.

I also have a Mary Vance/Jem Blythe fic that needs some final tweaks but will probably go up this week as well as my Dramione cottage core comfort fic which may or may not be done, depending on my mood (and my propensity to do an epilogue to really winds it up.)

Happy Mother's Day! Make sure you're registered to vote!

#I considered making the Luna Lovegood actress my Mary Vance headcanon #before I went with #morfydd clark #fanfic WIP updates #aogg #darklina #crescent moon AU #rare pairs abound #mary vance/jem blythe #dramione #hermione/draco #una meredith gets a second chance at love

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sessalover · 19 days

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the announcement of the new knives out movie is making me pray and beg that dom in it

#need him in a comic mystery #he’d absolutely devour #rumours dom come back to me #dominic sessa #dominic sessa imagine #dominic sessa x reader #dominic sessa fanfic #angus tully #the holdovers #jem rambles

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thevagabondexpress · 8 months

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I'll admit to not having a stake in post-TLH TSC: I found the serieses that I adored and stuff after that or about people from the books I'm not so unhinged about . . . like Sword Catcher, they're things I'd pick up when out of other reading material but I'm not betting on any horses.

That being said, I would like to see Will and Jem and Tessa all together in the afterlife: just not because they've been killed off during the plot. Jem gets to have a good long life and he dies of old age and goes on to be young again with will, waiting for Tessa by the river.

Some centuries later, having lived a good, happy, fulfilling warlock life, Tessa dies a good death—say, saving people from a crashed starship. We see the three of them meet again, and go off into the sunset together, as Tessa fills her boys in on her work as, say, the Terran ambassador to the Clave on Betelgeuse 3.

#will herondale #tessa gray #jem carstairs #trio meetup thoughts #do i want tessa in space for particularly unhinged personal reasons?#which include some crossover fanfics i want to write someday?#yes that is the case

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i-killed-a-prostutute · 6 months

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Kicking my feet and giggling ⚜️🩷🤤💖

I'm absolutely squealing trying to pick between Atticus Finch or Eddie Munson!

I'm currently working on something Eddie Munson related while in a complete Atticus haze, lol! While writing tho I just kinda assumed Eddie had a wallet/Jean chain.

WHEN I CHECKED HE HAS ONE LMAO!

Well since I'm fingerling for Atticus I remember you can pretty much always see his pocket watch chain!

Pics at top for context, lol

I just can't pick between the two rn! Atticus is so handsome and a papi! He fights for the rights! Literally! (Read to book to kill a mocking bird or watch movie - so good)

Eddie tho is cool but also a nerd! He plays dnd, and would be so sweet!! He's going places and you can come too!! 🙃🦇🏥

Ok, simp rante over if you'd guys like to see my Eddie Munson stuff as I work on it lmk 🥰🥰

(I also have some small Atticus Finch stuff I could edit and throw up 👀)

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cr3sswellsgf · 1 year

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will herondale will herondale will herondale will herondale will herondale will herondale will herondale will herondale will herondale will herondale will heronda—

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rotibakasstuff · 6 months

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holding back the urge to make a prince series x danganronpa au and a candy jem x project sekai au

#danganronpa #prince series #Roti's crossover au #candy jem #project sekai #fanfic ideas #They fit too well together

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