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immaculatelyamiss · 1 month
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Mount Si in the Clouds
North Bend, WA
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thetwinpeaksblog · 1 year
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The top of Mount Si in North Bend, Washington as seen in "Twin Peaks" episode 1002 (top) and from January 23, 2020 (bottom). Both images were captured from the parking lot of Twede's Cafe (aka Mar-T Cafe) which was a film location for the Double R Diner. You can see part of the building in the bottom right corner.
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addierose444 · 1 month
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Mount Si
The past few days Redmond has had the most beautiful weather. Between that and the beginning of daylight savings time, it has been incredible to see the sun again and feel it on my skin. I’ve done simple things like eating outside at work and just sitting outside on my mini patio. And today, I went on my first hike of the year. Specifically, I hiked Mount Si which is located roughly 40 minutes away and is eight miles round trip. Bouldering roughly four times a week likely has me physically stronger than I’ve ever been, but turns out hiking is a totally different kind of workout. And yes, I’ve been hiking plenty in the past and did know this, but still. Despite having my calves burn during the first part of the hike, overall the climb up was fantastic. We really lucked out with the weather as it was sunny enough to brighten my day but still cool enough to be relatively comfortable (which isn’t to say it wasn’t a sweaty experience). The view from the top was another highlight. The hike down on the other hand was quite rough on the knees and honestly not very fun. 
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Going on the hike was a very last-minute plan, so figuring out what to eat was a bit of a challenge. For starters, none of my regular meals are particularly hike-friendly. Specifically, the cold meals I eat are yogurt with frozen fruit and tofu spinach salads. Furthermore, as you may know, I’m all about meal planning and would typically spend part of my Sunday doing some basic meal prep for the week. I ultimately decided to do my meal prep late Saturday night between returning home from the climbing gym and going to bed. The planned prep was baking tofu for my salads as well as making rice and baking tempeh for my rice bowls. However, I also ended up baking some of the tempeh in a slab form to make an experimental sandwich for my hike with Colby-Jack cheese and a cheese bagel I got from a work event last week. Honestly, a bit of a strange combination, but it worked out well enough. The other addition to my planned meal prep was making a simple granola as a snack for the hike. I eyeballed everything, but essentially just combined and then baked rolled oats, peanut butter, maple syrup, and avocado oil. It turned out to be delicious, but as it happens granola is sort of difficult to eat on a hike. 
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oddphotos362 · 9 months
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hurtmemoreplease · 14 days
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I'm a little tired right now so I'm not gonna vocalize this perfectly, but there's something utterly transcendent about playing with power and dignity in a class sense vs. a BDSM sense. The classic example is a princess, right? Like everyone can acknowledge that a princess has this social power, but that isn't reflected in dominance; there's not really any dissonance is seeing a princess tied up and dominated/worshipped. Part of this is because the "princess" as a role is a passive, symbolic one.
Where it gets more interesting is playing with a role that SHOULD have that dominance; a CEO or a parent, a pet owner or a religious figure. Upon eroticizing any one of those scenarios, it's expected that the figure I mentioned would have the power, right? It's called mommy domming for a reason. But it's also perfectly valid to turn that scenario on its head, not just with role reversal, but by reversing the premises of the scenario. Why wouldn't a pet take advantage of their owner? An owner is responsible for their pet's well-being, right?
What I think I'm trying to get at is that there are social roles and there are roles within BDSM, and you should be switching them up as much as physically possible.
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gunkbaby · 3 months
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Goodnight Shuu fans!
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eldridgecandell · 7 months
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During the Second War, Miles Ward and Eld Candell rode together during a few missions with the 5th Mounted Blunder Brigade. They weren't called that because of mishaps or mix-ups in their missions but were one of the first to receive black powder weaponry from dwarves of Dun Morgh.
Eld along with Reece Langston had been the first to volunteer during a rescue mission into the heart of the Hinterlands to free a captured Wildhammer clansman. Miles Ward having joined a newly commisioned covert group within the burgeoning Alliance was given his first command with the mission called Operation Blue Feather. With a few others, six men and Ward had entered the troll territory in search of the captured thane. Sadly the mission turned out to be a bust as the dwarf had already tried to escape three times and paid for it with a healthy dose of wyvern poison. A mangled corpse was also the disturbing prize.
But for what they had lacked in rescuing the thane they had come upon a nest of gryphon eggs taken and a matriarch as well that the squad was able to free. A harrowing escape on gryphon back led to a marginal heroes welcome among the tattooed master of flight.
Candell, Langston, and Ward would part as comrades but definitely would end up in different parts of the world before establishing any further of a relationship. As the riflemen returned to their company and quieter days while Miles continued into a world of espionage and intrigue among SI:7.
@damien-ward
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wickedsrest-rp · 1 year
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NAME: Aos Sí (pronounced ace-she)
ALSO KNOWN AS: Aos Sidhe, Aos Sith, may have various other names depending on population living there
DESCRIPTION: The fae are famously poor at organization, but they have managed to organize themselves into small communities spread all over the world, referred to as aos sí. About 75% of fae worldwide come from these communities. They are highly variable in size, appearance, setting, and social norms and mores. However, they all have one thing in common: they’re completely and utterly lawless, and lack forms of official leadership. Conflicts tend to be settled with word binding and trickery, perhaps followed by some mutual respect. 
Wicked’s Rest has a number of aos sí communities in town and nearby – some are in the town proper, others might be out in the woods, mountain, or ocean, or their own dimension. As a whole, aos sí don’t really interact with each other; it’s not out of malice (they’re just too insular and self-involved). Most fae don’t particularly care which community another fae is from and see family in each other regardless, though there are the snootier types out there.
While the majority of these communities aren’t truly glamoured, they’re hidden in such a way that one won’t see them unless the person in question knows the aos sí is there, or takes a moment to realize what they’re looking at. Most aos sí have a number of different fae species living there, and are open to all fae. Others may only be accessible to select fae, such as the underwater locations or communities high in the mountains. While aos sí lack laws, some still have things they heavily frown upon, and individual fae may take it upon themselves to punish transgressors in whatever way they see fit. For example, it’s not uncommon for aos sí to frown upon not-for-eating humans entering the community, though social allowances are a little more generously made for direct human family members.
PROTECTION: Given the high concentrations of fae in these areas, fae need a way to keep themselves from being seen by humans and even supernatural non-fae. Their primary defense is keeping themselves off the radars of others to begin with. When many fae are in the same space, they generate a kind of veil called féth fíada. Aos sí use féth fíada to shield themselves. This will hide the aos sí from the senses of wardens, and prevent non-fae from seeing or hearing the aos sí unless they’ve already entered it (either intentionally or by chance). 
The strength and effectiveness of a féth fíada varies by community. Some make it very hard to perceive them, while others may only require looking out of the corner of your eye to enter; some may behave strangely such as completely masking a community but also releasing a strong stench of rotting cheese. In a sense, this is an extension of their glamouring abilities, and as such, it can be strengthened or dropped based on collective decisions, concentration, and beliefs of the community. Féth fíada dissolve during Samhain and Beltane, which means more non-fae find themselves in dangerous territory – inversely, fae are also on guard to keep their homes safe. 
Some aos sí have additional layers of protection, such as having faun or nymphs planted in the area around the community to distract anyone who happens to walk by, or using banshees as alarm systems to predict the worst so they may at least be able to warn other nearby aos sí.
AOS SÍ LANGUAGES AND DIALECTS: While there used to be many prominent ancient fae languages with a variety of roots, they’ve largely fallen out of favor. Most aos sí communities simply speak the prominent language from wherever they are geographically located. Even the secluded ones aren’t so cut off that cultural transmission is impossible. It’s also common for fae to learn and use the language in their country of origin or where the ancestry of their species hails from. Because many fae have Irish and Scottish origins, they tend to be frequently used to some extent, even outside of Europe, but there’s a lot of blending of different influences and cultures.
WICKED’S REST’S AOS SI COMMUNITIES:
Mirrored District: This surreal little pocket dimension is home to a community of varied fae species that prefer to be as far removed from humans as possible. The Mirrored District can be accessed during gibbous and full moon phases by jumping into one’s reflection in large surfaces of water, though some mirrors in town provide alternative means of entrance and exit when the light is at just the right angle. This is known by only a rare few, meaning that it’s easy to fall into the Mirrored District accidentally and get stuck. The Mirrored District has a dream-like beauty but can be disorienting due to everything being upside-down and the sky stretching out below you. Many of the fae outwardly appear to be humans, and the shops sell truly strange supernatural fae goods.  Many residents are aware of Wicked’s Rest and seem to be under the impression they are connected to the rest of the town normally. They refer to visitors as being “from the other side of town,” and tend to greet other fae as “cousin” but don’t explain why. The District is only as big as Wicked’s Rest and terminates at an abrupt perimeter. Those who walk into the strange fog rolling off the edges of town are rarely seen again. Terrible things happen to non-fae who linger in the Mirrored District for too long.
Veilpeak: While not supernaturally hidden, Veilpeak is named as such because it’s high up in Wicked’s Rest’s Seven Peaks, obscured by both its elevation, and the fact that the only way to walk there is to navigate through an intense cave system. The aos sí is located on a large ledge, unable to be seen from below. Only fae with strong and well-formed wings are able to fly up there, and only fae who are adept in darkness can get through the caves, limiting access to those who can reach it. This community is rumored to have developed their own human farm in the caves, though some of the fae may have fondly taken them into their homes as rescues. Many oreads, lampades, and khiones are from here. 
Bare Creek: Deep in the forests of Wicked’s Rest, lies an aos sí somewhat hidden behind a cloud of féth fíada mist. If you look into the mist, you can see the Burning Man sign the fae who live here stole. The slight edit to make it Burning huMan is probably a threat to any non-fae who dares to enter. The fae here live what most would call a very natural lifestyle, which includes not bothering with clothes. It is not uncommon for the fae here to dance carelessly in the nude among the gnomes they call friends. Said gnomes have a habit of forming fairy rings, making it especially dangerous to happen upon this community between August and November. At first glance, humans would assume this aos sí is full of hippies singing sweet songs and living among the trees, though that’d probably be the last glance they ever take. Many faun and nymphs such as leshy, flower nymphs, hesperides, and oreades call Bare Creek their home. 
Elm Street: Along this seemingly normal town block lies something much more sinister. While some fae like to live remotely, others prefer to cause chaos in the human world. As a result, a group of fae in Wicked’s Rest formed their own aos sí. At first glance, the homes and their residents are perfectly normal in every way. From perfectly manicured lawns and stylishly dressed people, this street looks like something out of a sitcom. It’s only if one looks too deeply they’ll notice the fae who inhabit these homes typically have humans living in their basement or that the pool boys are simply people who happened to thank the wrong person. The fae blend in with the human community, but don’t do any of their own bidding. That’s what humans are for afterall. Many muses, faun, spriggans, and adaptable nymphs call this home. 
Hidden Isles: If you go a little further out past World’s End Isles, you may spot Hidden Isles. You probably don’t want to spot it though. The fae here are particularly hostile towards unwelcome visitors. They’ve carved their own little luxurious slice of life on this island and will go to any lengths to protect it. For fae who enjoy some of the finer human luxuries without the human company, Hidden Isles is the perfect home. From beaches free of pesky humans to beautiful houses and the finest meades, the fae here have it all. Many sand nymphs, sylphs, and even a few nereids call this home. There’s also that one spriggan who paints their tattoos on and everyone pretends they don’t know. 
Mount Foreverest: Deep in the woods lies a small rock dubbed Mount Foreverest by those who live under it. Whether it’s a play on their shorter lifespans relative to other fae or the actual size of its inhabitants is unknown, but many spriggans call the space under this rock home. If you were to take a peek, you’d find the tiniest tiny homes you’ve ever seen and many smaller stolen items. The spriggans who live here take a lot of pride in their community and are certain to keep it hidden. Well, except from the gnomes who live with them and even act as vehicles for the spriggans to get around their teeny neighborhood. If you give some fae craftsmen in downtown Wicked’s Rest a wink and a nod, they’ll construct tiny items suited just for the spriggans who live here.
Dancing Falls: There’s a good reason you won’t find Dancing Falls on any hiking maps. The combined magic of the nixies who live here make it nearly impossible for anyone but other fae to spot. The nixies claim it’s the best underwater aos sí in Wicked’s Rest. After all, the nereides don’t have a waterfall to dance under and what could possibly be more joyful? A deep dive in the pools under the falls will reveal a beautiful underwater community filled with little caves that the nixies call home. There’s also a good number of skeletons and sunken kayaks for decor. The nixies here are particularly festive which is part of how the falls got their name. The combination of how loud the falls are and a good bit of fae illusions allow the nixies to dance, sing, and swim to their hearts’ contents without drawing any attention. On the off chance they do draw human attention, they have a good time of drowning the humans. While Dancing Falls is primarily home to nixies and other suitable types of nymphs, they often welcome other fae to join in their dancing.
Mystic Triangle: Among humans, Mystic Triangle is known for the alarmingly high number of ships that seem to disappear when sailing across it. The nereides who live there are pleased about that. They want to be left relatively undisturbed (of course, they do happen to enjoy sinking ships every now and then, but who wouldn’t?). Under the water, the nereides have actually used parts of these sunken ships to build their own homes, shops, and entertainment. Considering it’s underwater, the homes are in remarkably good condition, likely due to the fact that the nereides want to claim their stake as having the best underwater aos sí in Wicked’s Rest. Sure, the nixies’ waterfalls and sunken kayaks are neat, but sunken ships, yachts, and a ferry or two are much more impressive. While the nereides have nothing but love for their nixie cousins, they are very prideful. They have nightly gatherings filled with singing and dancing, which sounds a lot like whale songs to anyone above the surface, but this is one spot we don’t recommend going for a whale watch. Some of the bioluminescent nereides lure sailors and swimmers toward the Triangle with their glows at night, eager for a new ship or skeleton to be added to the collection.
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bijoumikhawal · 1 year
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"You think XL is Autistic because of pop psychology" no I think that because I'm Autistic, have experienced psychosis, amd have symptom that have made professionals question if I have ODD or OCD
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immaculatelyamiss · 1 month
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Mt. Si
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landojpg04 · 2 months
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MDNI slight suggestive and language
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Ghost definitely has a motorcycle and a truck. He'll drive the truck when he knows it'll be a long day doing intel and paperwork. But especially on a Friday when the workload is light, he’ll come in on his bike knowing he’ll be able to enjoy the ride.
He started riding the bike more when you gave the comment-
Guys who ride motorcycles are ten times more attractive with their bike
You didn’t say it to him per se but rather to a friend of yours on base, and he overheard. He likes to think that the bike is his good luck charm, as you agreed to a first date when he drove it. But despite you loving the bike as much as you loved him, he never let you on it. Always exclaiming it would be too dangerous.
He's in the garage, music playing lightly from the speaker as he cleans and messes with some of the gears. You watch in awe at the door. Never in a million years did you think you would be here. In Lt’s old t-shirt, sipping tea and watching him indulge in normalcy on a Sunday afternoon. When you transferred to the base, you always heard rumors about the man behind the mask and the name Ghost. But behind that was this man full of love.
“Enjoying the show, darling?” He said, looking up from the bike to see you.
“Just admiring.” You said.
“The bike or the rider?” He said smirking.
You admired and mirrored that smirk. Something you thought you would never see in your lifetime. But after trials of trust, the mask and guards came down, bearing all the luggage, and past to your welcoming arms. 
“Both,” you said, walking over to him. He was seated on a chair and leaned back to welcome you in between his legs. 
He peered up, his eyes glimmering in the sunlight that peaked through the window.
“Let me ride.” You said, peering down.
“You can ride me anytime.” He said, being cheeky.
You groaned at his antics and pouted towards him.
“Do you not trust me on your precious baby, Si?”
He looked between you and the bike. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you. He knows how dangerous riding is. He doesn’t want to let you on just in case something happens. He’s come to terms with something happening to him a long time ago. But you. He just got you and would put you in a bubble if it meant keeping you safe. 
“I trust you. I just don't trust others.” He says, moving a piece of hair from your face. He moves his hand to cup your jaw. He guided you to his lips for a quick peck.
You leave your forehead on him while he moves his hands down to your hips.
He can tell you were annoyed with your answers. You guys bonded over this bike and he truly believes that being able to ride it one day was the only thing keeping you around.
That was far from the truth. You just wanted to straddle something other than Simons's dick.
He stood up and moved you to the side.
He pushed the brake down and moved to the back of the bike.
"We can start with basics. Posture and positions." He said looking at you.
Stunned by his answer and quick change in answers, you didn't move till he said, "Ok, I guess you don't want to." You feet quickly moved to stand by him.
He went through the basics, teaching you how to mount and where to keep your feet. After, it was your turn to demonstrate your understanding. You go to the side and lift a leg to straddle the seat.
Simon from the back saw how you were a natural at this. Your ass is plump on the seat you lean to hold the handles with a slight arch in your back. Simon thought to himself why he hadn't let you do this earlier. He was so caught up in how good you look he didn't even hear you ask him if what you were doing was good.
You looked over to see him in a daze. He quickly grabbed his phone and took a photo of you on his bike, clad in his boxers and old t-shirt; every inch of you screamed that you were his. And he never loved anything more than this moment right now.
He walked to the front of the bike.
"Is this alright Si?" You asked him when you finally are met with his face.
He just smiled and leaned in to kiss you.
"My gorgeous girl on my bike," He said in between kisses.
You giggled and removed your hands from the handles to his neck and shoulder.
"Get off the bike and get inside right now." He said, pulling away. Laughing, you got off and felt a slight smack hit your ass. This was definitely not your last time on his bike.
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k-star-holic · 1 year
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Song Chae-Hwan 9 years ⁇ Yun-seong Lee 12 years comeback, ⁇ Gold! Jade!
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oddphotos362 · 9 months
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mdwaxx · 1 year
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Contemporary Bathroom (Denver)
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frogchiro · 4 months
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The guard dogs humping kitty reader as a show of dominance whenever she gets to sassy with them.
They pin her down and mount her but it’s not for the pleasure (mainly), it’s to remind her who’s in charge. Clothes stay on and they growl in her ear to remind her of her place.
And the poor thing gets so embarrassed when they do it in the middle of the farm where all the other animals can see.
(Ghost also definitely does this to soap when he gets too mouthy)
Ohhh my god :( This ask did things to me ngl
But yes, whenever you're acting up and get too bratty for their liking they have absolutely no qualms in wrangling you down on all fours, mounting you and humping you in clothing and everything just to hear you yowl and whine and beg them to just fuck you properly but this isn't about your wishes princess! This is about punishment for you acting like a damn brat and mouthing off at them!
I think Guard dog!Johnny would be much more lenient just because he's still young and dumb and very horny and having a mewling catgirl underneath his burly body is like turning his brain off and start thinking with his dick :(( Before you know it your panties are shoved aside and his huge, leaking cock is shoved into your cunt as he thrusts away without abandon, whines of his own escaping his maw as he desperately tries to make his fat knot fit :((
Both you and Johnny whine and yowl when Guard dog!Simon finds you like this; out in the open, tired out and stuck together because Johnny thought with his dick and the dumb mutt couldn't even properly punish you.
And yes, Simon definitely does it to Soap too :( Johnny can bark, snarl or whine all he wants but he's still getting mounted by the older male and bit on the back of his neck like a bitch as Si growls lowly that he'll show Johnny how to properly train a bratty bitch since he clearly can't do it himself <3
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cntloup · 1 month
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Being stuck in a safe house with Simon where the conditions are suboptimal... and you have something to tell him
"Si, please sit down. You're freaking me out." you protest as he paces the length of the room from the door to the bed where you’re sitting.
The rusty wooden floor creaks beneath his heavy feet and the droplets of rain leak through the roof, creating an unnerving symphony.
"This should not have happened. How the fuck did they find us?" he raises his voice as his frustration mounts.
"Clearly someone ratted us out." you mumble wearily, exhaustion enfolding you as you lie down.
"I'm sorry." he says as he sits on the edge of the bed.
"Why?" you ask, "I should have known." he responds, voice low and dark, laced with remorse.
"How could you have known, Simon? There's no way you could have found out." you retort.
Silence settles in the room, except for the leaking and the occasional creaks of the floor and the walls, probably rats.
"Simon..." you call out, voice breathy and slightly wavering.
"Yes?" he implores, your voice shaking him out of his trance.
"I need to tell you something..." you continue, not meeting his gaze as your eyes remain fixated on the roof.
"What is it?" he asks, worry beginning to creep up on him.
"I-I... fuck." you stutter as tears well up in your eyes.
You finally tilt your head to look into his concerned eyes.
"What is it, love?" he takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly, encouraging you to go on.
"Si, I'm pregnant." you finally blurt out, biting your lip, afraid of what his reaction might be.
A few moments pass and his widened eyes remain locked on you.
"Please say something." you plead, anxious in anticipation.
"I-I... ok. We'll take some time off. And we'll figure it out. Together... yeah... it's alright... totally fine..." he rambles nervously as he runs his hand across his face, letting out a sigh.
"You're not mad?" you ask worriedly.
" 'course not, love. I just- I just didn't expect it to be so soon. While we're stuck in this shithole. I thought I had more time to build you a home." he says, caressing your cheek with his rough hand, love and adoration glinting in his eyes.
"You have no idea how much I wanted this. I want this. With you." he reassures you firmly.
"Oh my god, Si!" you exclaim and spring into his arms, making his chest rumble with a low chuckle.
"I love you! I love you so much!" you squeal out through tears of joy, peppering his face with kisses.
"I love you too, dove." he coos as he leans in to kiss your lips.
"I'm sorry we got stuck in here. We'll get out soon. I promise." he remarks while holding your hand and gently rubbing circles on the back of your palm.
You guide his hand to your belly to let him feel the slight bump.
He smiles fondly while shedding silent tears.
And you wipe them away, resting your forehead on his as you breathe each other in.
Together, you can tackle anything and everything.
comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 
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