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cillian-gets-me-wetter · 14 days

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milk and coffee - joe burrow x fem!reader

a/n: a part two of if u think i’m pretty (read for more context), was working on this at first then scrapped it but now after some encouragement, we are so back, this might be a little shorter but i hope it’s worth while <3

summary: after you and joe hooked up at the super bowl party, you two start working on rekindling your relationship. your insecurities about dating and being in a relationship again start to get in the way, making you wary of letting your guard down. joe notices that something is off so he decides to surprise you.

warnings: exes to lovers, slow burn, joe and reader are working on rekindling their relationship, insecurities, mentions of past toxic relationship (not involving joe), a hint of angst, reader has emotional baggage (me too girl), fluff, soft!joe, allusions to sex, pillow talk

disclaimer: this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

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will you still love me in the morning? will you stay for milk and coffee?

ever since that night you and joe hooked up, you two have been talking and catching up from the time lost from when you weren’t in contact with him. you both followed each other again on social media and you gave him your new number before leaving his hotel the next morning.

texts and facetime calls grew more frequent as you both were in the off-season now. you couldn’t help but miss him even though you only saw him for one night. you had no idea what you were stood with him relationship wise but you knew that something was brewing again between the two of you.

“i have something to confess.” you grab your phone off the bathroom counter as you did your skincare routine before you settle in bed for the night. you laugh slightly, “okay, what is it?”

he couldn’t help but admire you as if he was there with you. “i started failing statistics on purpose just so i could talk to you more.” you rolled your eyes playfully and laughed, “that is so dumb, joe, you could’ve just talked to me.”

he shrugged, “i know.. but we wouldn’t be where we are now if i hadn’t, now would we?” you sighed, “i guess you do have a point..”

while you were particularly happy with being on better terms with him, something was weighing and gnawing in your gut at the same time. you couldn’t help but overthink about how things can quickly go from good to worse, feeling like you’re inevitably waiting for the other shoe to drop. as if joe was just going to decide that he wasn’t ready to be with you again.

the dreaded thought of having to possibly break up with him again was something that was difficult for you to face. you didn’t want things to end up like last time or never talking to him anymore. you couldn’t bare having to watch his life from the sidelines like you have while you two were broken up.

when you first dated joe, you weren’t used to the type of love he showed you. he was always kind and patient with you, which was fairly new to you. he never raised his voice at you or lost his temper towards you. he was the first person you allowed yourself to fully open up to and accepted you with open arms.

with these heavy thoughts weighing on you, the last thing you wanted to do was tell him. you didn’t want to scare him away or make him believe it was his fault. you gradually start to withdraw from him, answering his texts a bit more longer than usual and coming up with excuses to not call him.

joe noticed something was off about you but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. he thought over everything he’s said so far over and over again but wasn’t able to tell what he said or did that was pushing you away. he checked his phone for the fifth time tonight, seeing that he was on delivered still.

he sighed, putting his phone back on his nightstand and turning his attention back to the random show he put on for background noise. he was in miami with sam and nick after attending ufc 299, while they both went out to after parties, he decided to stay in his hotel for the night, wanting to talk to you instead.

then it was like a sudden light bulb turning on in his brain, he had to show you that he cares about however you were feeling was important to him. he wanted to show how much he cares about you and that he loves you. he needed to see you.

he texts you again, asking for your address because he wanted to send you flowers. he set his phone to the side so that he wasn’t constantly checking for a text back. the text tone went off and he looked to see that you finally answered, sending over your address. then sending another one saying: “you are so cute :)”

he then looks up flights to san francisco, hoping there was one leaving right away. to his luck, he found a flight for early tomorrow afternoon and booked the ticket for it. his stomach was doing backflips at the thought of seeing you again, wanting to enjoy his time off with you while he could.

he couldn’t get settled into bed, being too excited about surprising you and wanting to sleep during the flight there instead of waiting anxiously the whole time. he hoped that you would love seeing him again and that you missed him just as much.

you woke up to a knock on your front door, leaving your bedroom door open the night before. your best friend and roommate, julie, was out of town so you had the apartment all to yourself. you wore one of joe’s old lsu shirts, which was still oversized on you despite the years you kept it.

you get up out of bed, hearing another knock. you rub your eyes, drowsy from sleep and putting on your hello kitty slippers. you wondered if julie had come home early or it was one of your neighbors. walking down the hall and reaching the front door, you open it, seeing joe standing there with his luggage and a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand.

your eyes lit up, not being able to believe he was right there in front of you. he beamed, “i told you i wanted to send you flowers.” he hands you the bouquet while you smell them, taking in the fresh floral scent wafting in your nose. he follows you inside, closing the door and leaving his stuff to the side while you set the flowers onto the counter.

he walked over to you, pulling you into a loving embrace. you stood on your tippy toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into his shoulder. he spoke cheekily, “i like your shirt. where did you get it?” you moved away from his shoulder, looking up at him. you smiled, “some cute guy gave it to me.” he laughed, “oh really? you might have to thank him for it.”

you replied sultry, “i think i might have an idea on how to do that..” your lips tenderly brush over his, placing them in a familiar, soft kiss. you both grinned into the kiss, your hands moving down to his chest while he wrapped one arm around your waist. his free hand squeezes and palms at your ass, your mouth parting slightly as you moan against his lips.

he slipped his tongue inside, your tongues exploring each other’s mouths. he moves his mouth away from yours while he quickly spoke, “jump.” you jumped, he holds you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. your fingers tangled into his soft hair, kissing him heatedly and sloppily. his hands cupped the plush flesh of your ass again and carrying you into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

you snuggled into his bare chest while he was holding you against him, playing with your hair. you asked, “how long did you want to stay here?” he shrugged while he laid underneath you, “i can stay however long you want me to.” you lifted your head up from his chest, “well, my roommate is gone for the next two weeks so we have the place to ourselves.”

you trailed your finger down his chest, looking at him with doe eyes. he pressed his lips against yours in a couple of lingering, delicate kisses. he smiled, “that sounds perfect.. i missed you, baby.” you said, “i missed you too, pretty boy.” he laughed, “pretty boy? i think you’re the pretty one here.” you scoffed playfully, “you know if you’re trying to get in my pants again, you should just ask.. i will say yes.”

you both laughed as you cuddled closer into his shoulder and he leaves a kiss against your forehead. you wondered aloud, “so what made you want to come over here? not that i mind that you’re here or anything.” he answered, “i knew something was off so i wanted to come see what’s wrong.” you sighed, playing with his fingers and intertwining them with yours.

“i’m just scared of us not being able to make things work like after we graduated, i don’t want anything bad to happen between us..” he nodded, understanding why you feared these things. “i get what you’re saying. i just want you to know that i want to be with you and that i’ve never stopped caring about you.”

his thumb caresses your hand, bringing it closer to his face and kissing it. you let go of his hand and place yours on his cheek, pulling him in a loving kiss. he felt his anxiety wash into a wave of relief knowing that he wasn’t intentionally pushing you away.

you laid back down onto his chest, playing with his fingers once more. he traced small circles on your back, taking in the fact that he was in your bed again, wondering if he should pinch himself and snap out of this but it was very much real. he looked down at you, seeing that you were fast asleep on his chest and hearing your quiet, nasally snores.

he smiled at you, gently kissing the top of your head so he didn’t disrupt your sleep. he looked over and saw your copy of “normal people” on the nightstand, lightly grabbing it off the wooden surface while he tried not to move too much. he flipped through the pages, being careful to not lose your spot on what part you were reading.

he landed on the page where your bookmark was placed, seeing that you used an old photo booth strip of the two of you from back when you first started dating. he smiled at the photos fondly, ranging from one that was cute to a couple of silly ones and the last one being you kissing him on the cheek. he kept his copy as a bookmark too, blushing at the mere thought of how in sync you were even from far away.

he closed the book, putting it back where it was beforehand. he then grabbed the blanket on the side of you, covering you both up for warmth despite the sun shining through the window. he loved how the sunlight illuminated your features as you faintly snored on top of him. he cuddled closer to you, wanting to be more near you despite the fact that you were laying on his chest.

he fell asleep, relieved that he didn’t scare you off. he was also happy that he was able to be next to you again, never wanting to leave this moment.

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gerardpilled · 10 months

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I want to say thanks for acknowledging and being critical of racism done by MCR band members and racism in the scene in general. I just recently got into MCR a year ago on a deeper scale and I have found many things off putting and kind of yikes. It's nice seeing someone who is critical of what the band members have done in the past and not excusing them and addressing that it was an issue as a whole. I used to be very hateful towards Lindsey but now I realize that it would be hypocritical (I still do not like MSI just due to it not being my taste in music and I don't care for that shock value type lyrics). I was wondering if you know any resources that talk more about racism in the scene? It's something I'd like to know more about

Oh it’s no problem! Thank you for thanking me, but I don’t see myself as doing anything special. I was raised in an environment where I was fortunate enough to be around people and friends who have made me aware of implicit racism -from my self and others- since an early age. Hearing “well, that’s cause you’re white” is a playful joke but it also made me aware of stuff! Just from what I’ve seen in recent years, the shortcomings of white people who are the focus of fandom are often ignored. There’s nothing wrong with pointing out a racist thing your fave said or did because it doesn’t necessarily make them A Racist™️ (sometimes it can). It also helps people recognize the issues before they get worse. POC aren’t a monolith - there are plenty of things disagreed on amongst any community - but there are definitely over arching sentiments.

Anyway, I’m basically just reiterating a bunch of talking points made by poc on here. As for further reading, I feel like the best sources for me have been mutuals’ posts. First hand stories. Being receptive when people share how certain things make them feel. Racism in this particular scene is also sort of a new and emerging topic as the people who lived through the heart of it are just now reaching authorship age. I look forward to seeing what comes out in the next few years.

What I have right now:

My Chemical Relaxer - a short autobiographical story about growing up Black and emo

News story about how the current state of hardcore is looking much more diverse

Sing It Zine - zine made by fanartists a few years ago!! It’s great, I bought a digital copy myself. It’s filled with art and short essays about how it felt to grow up in a scene that often ignored non white people. Also a bunch of tumblr users participated, so it offers a great follow list if you’re interested.

If anyone else has any suggestions, add them in a reblog, or send them and I’ll do it!

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leviathans-watching · 8 months

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can i request a continuation of this post: (https://www.tumblr.com/leviathans-watching/655248256619724800/brothers-or-datables-with-an-mc-whos-given) if u havent already done so ? n if u have done a continuation than can u link me to the post :) ? thank

finally calling the dateables by a pet name

includes: the dateables x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .6k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: this was a blast from the past! i hope you enjoy!!! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so come say hi

please reblog this yall

➳ diavolo frowns, thinking about your behavior towards him. you weren’t acting strange, warm and kind to him as ever, but he can’t help but feel a distance from you when he considers how intimately and familiarly you call everyone else. “what are you thinking so hard about?” you tease gently, giving him a smile, and his frown deepens. should he say anything? or would that be childish? you roll your eyes. “just spit it out,” you chasten, and so he does. “i was just thinking about how you never call me by a pet name. it’s not fair.” you can’t help but laugh; considering everything the demon lord and acting demon king has to focus on, he’s hung up on this? “you want me to? i just thought you might find it rude for me to discard your title. but i can call you by a pet name–in fact, i’d be glad to. how does ‘tiger’ sound?”

➳ barbatos adjusts his collar slightly, unable to pinpoint why he’s so irritated. all you’d done is paused in your conversation with him to ask simeon to get something, weaponizing your pet name for him to make the job get done faster. oh, that was it. you’ve never once weaponized a pet name against him. he doesn’t know what kind of face he makes at the realization, but you notice something’s wrong and give him a questioning look. barbatos smiles thinly. “sorry, i hope you don’t mind the request, but can you call me a pet name? i’m afraid i’m feeling a little left out.” you blink at him, and he grows somewhat self-conscious. “sorry, forget it, it was a weird ask of you.” “no!” you hasten to reassure him. “absolutely, i will. now, baby, will you go help simeon? i think he’s struggling.”

➳ simeon hasn’t really, you know, dated before. so it’s not unusual for him to do research, making sure he’s being a good boyfriend by looking at the most reputable of resources: teen girl magazines. but when he finds an article about ‘picking the perfect pet name for your partner’, he realizes you’ve never once called one another by a pet name. you call the others familiarly, but not him… he does what anyone would do and sets out to remedy that. “hey, mc,” he begins, “do you think we could call one another by pet names? this article says it’s a good way to further a relationship and deepen the bonds between a pair.” “just what are you reading?” you ask with a chuckle, but give in, quite liking the idea. “how does ‘sweetheart’ sound?”

➳ solomon puts at you. “call me by a pet name! you call everyone else one but are only rude to me! it’s not fair!” you raise your brows. “fine. i had a few i wanted to try out anyway.” your easy agreement should have been a sign; you spend the next few days calling him every variation of pet name. it’s funny when you call him ‘studly’, mildly embarrassing when you shout ‘snuggle buggle’ across the cafeteria, and just plain annoying when you refer to him as ‘shortcake’ for an entire conversation. he gets back at you when you call him ‘wild thing’, stating, truthfully, that he likes that one and it’s a keeper. “fine, wild thing,” you smirk. “love you.” “i love you too, sugar plum,” he says, enjoying how your face contorts.

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hermesmyplatonicbeloved · 6 months

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Why is Annabeth known as a badass strategist and leader?

Genuine question btw. Annabeth has this reputation in the fandom as being 'the best strategist and leader.' What are her top ten impressive moments? I want quotations from the books in the notes and reblogs. Gimme.

TLT: There's the moment in the tunnel of love where Annabeth has the plan to jump using the force of the wave to catapult them over the fence. But the thing is Annabeth miscalculated; if not for Grover intercepting their fall with Luke's shoes they would've fallen on solid concrete and gotten injured or died.

SoM: Annabeth's significant moment in this moment from what I remember is when she used her invisibility cap to lure Polyphemus away from the cave. But she was essentially copying a past hero? And her plan didn't even work as Polyphemus caught her and Annabeth spent the next several chapters being injured/rescued and leaving all the fighting to Percy, Clarisse and Grover.

BOTL: Annabeth was under a lot of pressure due to the last lines of the prophecy, which is understandable. Except instead of coping with that pressure by making plans and relying on her quest mates, she falls apart. She was suppose to be the leader of that quest. And yet in the beginning of the book she loses Grover and Tyson and doesn't find them - doesn't even know they're still alive - until near the end. She leaves Percy in Mount Helens where he's tortured and almost killed. Where are her master strategies? How did she lead them to victory? It was Percy who got Rachel to lead them through the labyrinth, and Grover was the MVP (with Pan's powers) in the actual battle at chb.

TLO: Did Annabeth even have any strategies in this book? She had Dedalus's laptop for about a year - and yet Athena and Hermes (who were very busy fighting Typhon and getting their asses kicked) had to take the time to send a message that was essentially "You have a resource (Dedalus's statue plan in the laptop) sitting in your lap. It's been there for an entire year. Use it." Malcom was the one to lead the Athena cabin while Annabeth followed Percy.

PJO, in general: Annabeth was the Athena cabin leader for all the books. She was co-leader with Luke (if I remember correctly) in the first capture the flag game where she pitted Percy vs. Clarisse & siblings by the river.

MOA: Imo this was the only book where Annabeth really shined. Annabeth's strategy to trap Arachne was amazing until Arachne won by fucking pulling Annabeth into Tartarus, where Percy was the one to defeat Archane in an instant. Annabeth finding the Athena's statue on her own by travelling alone and weaving over the chasm (if I remember correctly) was amazing. But then Rick went and invalidated that by having the other Seven blow open the roof and take the AP, without any help or instruction from Annabeth.

HoO general: Did Annabeth have any leadership moments? I remember seeing a lot of headcanons about it, but in the books all I could find was the poorly written pissing match between Jason and Percy. If anyone could share quotes where Annabeth acts like a leader that would be awesome.

So in summary, for Annabeth's badass strategist and leadership moments:

Being senior Athena cabin leader in the first 4 books.

Annabeth co-leading capture the flag in tlt with Luke

Annabeth travelling to the AP and getting past obstacles like the chasm by weaving (if I remember correctly) in MOA

Annabeth confronting her fears (spiders) and trapping Archane in MOA.

I breezed over most of the series because it's been a long time since I read it while paying specific attention to Annabeth, so I'm sure I missed stuff because tumblr pjo fandom loves Annabeth, so surely there's some content supporting that? Like that admiration isn't soley built on headcanons right?

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teenagemutantninjatrauma · 1 month

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Actually y'know, while I'm at this - didn't wanna make that anon's innocent ask all about this, but please ninja turtle fandom, do NOT take the 2003 tmnt Fandom.com wiki as gospel. Most of the information there is questionable at best and I am still not over hummerhouse, who's written like hundreds of tcest fics, being a moderator there. I suspect with how long they in particular have been around that there's just, a whole older generation where tcest was a lot more tolerated and seen as normal, and, you know, personally I'd like to find out about cool extra stuff about a show I like from people who don't ship siblings together. So, question the sources, check things for yourself.

Here's where else you can go look for stuff! (gonna write out the links in case Tumblr fucks up so you can just copy paste them for yourselves <3)

🐢 Peter Laird's blog! (https://peterlairdstmntblog.blogspot.com) Plus, specifically all the blog posts about 03! (https://peterlairdstmntblog.blogspot.com/search/label/TMNT%204Kids%20TV%20show)

🐢 The Technodrome Forums (http://forums.thetechnodrome.com) - an internet forum for discussion about all the iterations, but also stuff like roleplaying :D It might seem old-fashioned but at least you get to ask around for anything you might need.

🐢 @tmntkiseki here on tumblr! Collecting a metric fuckton of character sheets, vehicle sheets, concept art, gadget art, and background art. Bonus - everything very neatly organized in their pinned post!

🐢 Similarly we also have @tmntbackgrounds (I think that's just 03?), and @tmnt-background-screenshots (more than just 03, more than just backgrounds)!

Anyways this got a bit long and I realized that the older iterations' fandoms don't have many reliable sources of info (although I am forever frickin grateful for the character sheet and background blogs at least) so anybody is free to reblog this with resources or leave them on this post in comments or reblog this onto their own info-collecting blogs. Just uh, y'know, remember to cite your sources and don't be a stickler about randomass character information. As far as I can tell the newer iterations - '12 and Rise and MM - don't have this big of a problem with a lack of sources, but I'm not that active in those sides of the fandom, so feel free to add on with other iterations as well if you want to!

immediate edit: a strategy wiki page for the 03 game! (https://strategywiki.org/wiki/Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(2003))

another edit: you can also, of course, find the whole 03 series on youtube!

yet another edit: thank you Human for a Kiddle link (https://kids.kiddle.co/Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(2003_TV_series)) about the 03 show, the descriptions are p brief but the website does get into all the other iterations as well so it's great for comparison!

#anti tcest #cw tcest #anti fandom wiki #i am just so genuinely mad #there is just NOTHING dude #tmnt resources post #chatter #I'm gonna try not to lose this #block hammerhouse while you're at it lol <3

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adelaidedrubman · 5 months

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some scattered thoughts on plagiarism and sharing creative space in good faith before i turn my phone off and walk into the swamp

so, this is a post i have avoided making for well over a year now. because i have spent well over a year minimizing, excusing, and trying to convince myself that i’m crazy and just imagining things. even more so, convincing myself that it’s worthless to talk about, because even if i talked about it, no one would particularly care, and i would only cause myself more heartbreak by officially confirming that.

but the past few days in fandom have dredged up a lot of things for me and made me reevaluate. i’ve found immense reassurance from seeing how ready and willing everyone is to band together to keep the community safe from those entering with the intent to copy the work of others rather than creating their own. i won’t lie, seeing that unity and mobilization on my dash was at times bittersweet when it was interspersed by reblogs from someone who’d plagiarized me.

but i also took the opportunity to move past the hurt and remember this is a community — seeing others have the courage to come forward and talk about the plagiarism they’d experienced inspired me to open up to more and more friends in private about my own experiences, and i cannot describe to you how relieving it has been to find myself validated and supported. sincerely, to everyone who has lent me an ear over the past few days, i appreciate it more than you know. i’ve been brought to tears several times, and feel like i now have the strength to talk about this.

this is also a post i have backspaced on several time, because. well. frankly it’s difficult to even allude to the vague category of most obvious thing that was stolen from me without this amounting to a de facto callout post, which isn’t my intention so much as getting out my feelings and hopefully opening a dialogue about the lasting harm plagiarism does.

so. i’ll just start by saying one of the most hurtful things about plagiarism is that it destroys the implicit trust that everyone is entering a creative space in good faith. most of us don’t come into fandom and oc communities preemptively guarded and ready to go looking for instances of plagiarism, and are far more likely to perceive things as incidental overlap than malicious theft even under circumstances where the latter is more likely. personally, it didn’t even initially set off alarm bells for me when i saw an oc with jestiny’s exact design plus color contacts and terf bangs also sharing prominent symbolism utilized in her story.

my first instinct was to be welcoming and supportive in the spirit of celebrating that creative minds can find inspiration from the same sources. even as the symbolism began less and less to in any way resemble the context of said source material and more and more to resemble the version of the story i told, increasingly picking up elements that weren’t in the original but were sure as hell in my fic. in fact, i went as far as to offer resources on the source material in hopes that it would motivate the person to dig into it and find a way to make it their own, still hoping this was a case of overstepping taking inspiration at worst.

it was after pushing my goodwill that far and giving an out only to then see another of my most well-known scenes copied down to my exact wording and pacing that i got the nerve to block.

and i was naïve enough to think that would actually end it — hurt as i was by what had already happened, at least it was over.

nope.

even after blocking, i went on to see the scraps of another of my most well known scenes lazily repackaged. (i can forgive ripping off jestiny, but i draw the line at sullying poor daniel’s memory. he’s been through enough.) in fact, it continued incessantly enough that i have had multiple people independently send me screenshots of the same passage from within the past month commenting on how blatant it is.

it should go without saying what a violation this was of my boundaries and my creative labor. every single aspect of jestiny’s story is deeply personal to me, both because of the extensive effort i have put into researching and crafting it and because of the pieces of my own experiences and emotions its founded in.

but more than that, what sticks with me is the violation of the implicit trust and vulnerability that comes with choosing to share a creative work. i stretched my benefit of the doubt to its limits at the expense of my own mental health, i assumed good faith and tried to make space, and when i could no longer endure i quietly isolated myself rather than risk sowing discord or simply being a bummer in a fun time space. it made me no longer feel safe sharing works that were especially personal. the pain of the experience was one of the primary reason i put wildfire on indefinite publishing hiatus despite still loving the story and greatly enjoying continuing to write it in private.

still, after the past few days and my own slow process of opening up, i am beginning to develop a renewed hope that we can act as a community and look out for each other. i still genuinely want to think we can by and large share creative space in good faith, and that people coming forward will leave us more ready to identify and deal with bad actors when they do pop up.

and i have hope that i can heal and find ways to be open and vulnerable with my work again. that might mean soon thinking critically about how to curate my fandom experience in a way that will minimize having plagiarism thrown in my face, but for now that’s still a problem for future liz.

for today, i just want to thank anyone who has read this far (y’all know i’m bad at shutting up). i’m still not ready to be super detailed in public, but if anyone wants to know more about the 5 ws and 1 h, you’re welcome to dm me — although i might be slow to respond right now, because i wasn’t being hyperbolic with the title. i am going to be on a camping trip in the swamp the next few days, and might not be online much.

i am excited to have the time to unplug and reflect, and look forward to coming back recharged. until then, please know i am so thankful for all of you, from the bottom of my heart.

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empyrean-decay-god-dca · 1 year

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Uh. I guess it’s worth using my limited influence to convince others to write reblogs. The DCA fandom has basically zero consistent ID writers except for my dear friend @chocolateseeds so if anyone’s an artist and wants to learn—

The core fundamental of image description is Object-Action-Context. Short description is better than none, so this helps you get the fundamentals down:

Object: Who or what is the main thing you’re focusing on in this image?

Action: What is happening in the image? What is the main subject doing?

Context: What’s the surroundings? What information should you add so the reader best understands the purpose of this image and why it was included?

Two very good guides about writing image descriptions

Formatting for alt text if you go that option (although IDs in the main body is always more accessible)

Image descriptions for art and fanart

Here’s a simple formula by mimzy-writing-online to get you started:

If you learned the fundamentals above, this is an amazing resource by a museum about the core principles of an ID, and making it lush and vivid but not overdone. Talks about spatial order of details, making a narrative. Good for people who have some practice with writing IDs

#writing image descriptions #i’ll be totally honest #i don’t expect many artists to see this #especially dca artists #but it’s good to give it a try even if i’ll write my own image descriptions for most fanart i reblog lmao #if you want more resources just search image descriptions on tumblr #you’ll learn a lot of stuff quickly

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bluewonderer · 1 year

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Hi! For those of you who don't know, I'm Becca. The same one mentioned above. ⬆️

I know I normally only reblog on here, but I'm hoping you'll hear me out. Hasi (@hussyknee), my sweet friend, my fandom wife, my comfort and my cheerleader, needs some urgent care. Please help me help her.

If you'll please take a moment to read through the link (text also copied and pasted below) and consider donating, I would really appreciate it. If you cannot donate, please consider reblogging to help spread the word.

Thank you so much ❤️

. . .

Hasi, my beloved friend, needs a lifeline.

For a little over two years, I’ve only been able to watch from half a world away as my friend is crushed without reprieve. I’ve watched her living situation become hostile as her mental and physical health deteriorated. I’ve watched her withdraw for weeks at a time as she tried to put every last scrap of her energy toward basic survival.

I’m watching her now as she’s giving up hope. As she’s deciding that the only solution to her struggle is a permanent one. I’m watching her make preparations for it.

And now I’m asking for help, because I don’t want to lose my friend.

Hasini (35) lives in Sri Lanka. She has struggled with mental illness for 15 years, and with chronic physical illness for 10 years. Even though she’s been passionate about learning from a young age and is a talented writer and debator, she fell ill during her second year of her dream program in anthropology and was forced to drop out. She later became beridden with ulcerative colitis immediately after her marriage, and was diagnosed only 7 years later (at age 31). Because of the lack of adequate care, treatment resources, and family support, she was only able to get diagnoses for Complex PTSD and bipolar at age 29 and ADHD at 32.

Her dogs had been her comfort during her years of isolation and illness, but when her marriage disintegrated in 2020, she had to leave them behing and return to her surviving parent and intellectually disabled brother. Her mother is now a pensioner, and won’t be able to support them much longer.

I cannot emphasize enough how toxic this situation is for her. She has developed arthritis and worsening colitis flares due to the stress of her divorce and the retraumatizing environment of her family. This was made exponentially worse when the 2022 Sri Lankan Economic Crisis plunged her country into chaos. With the cost of living skyrocketing, the prices of her medications have more than doubled. She has had to stop therapy and choose which of her doctors to visit. Government hospitals are free, but her mobility has been further restricted by a back injury and transport costs are prohibitive. Most of her friends don’t live in the same country.

Although she has experienced suicidality before, she has found lifelines in rescuing animals, learning and blogging about social justice, and cultivating friends across different continents. Before the pandemic, she’d been well enough to take on a part time job for the first time. She also began to pursue a community college degree that she’s again had to put on hold.

All Hasi wants is to be well enough to work. With work, she would have the means to live away from her family, continue her studies, and help rescue animals however she can.

Her panic attacks and PTSD episodes have been escalating by the day, and it’s imperative that she’s admitted to a hospital for psychiatric care. Her doctor arranged for her to be admitted to a free government hospital, but due to the Sri Lankan national crisis-spawned overcrowding and poor conditions, she became more profoundly stressed.

We hope to raise enough money to admit her to a private hospital. We also want to get her consistent access to therapy, so that her emergency treatment could lead to more long-term, life-affirming solutions.

Her initial emergency care and immediate treatment may come to approx USD 300. We also want to raise enough money for her medication (USD 300), therapy (USD 100), and doctor’s fees (USD 200) for the next five months, as well as money for medical investigation for her back injury (USD 100).

She doesn’t want to lose her dreams, and I don’t want to lose her. We met six years ago and I would be a different person without her. Less confident, less loving, and less curious.

Without her, the world would be a bleaker place.

Please help her.

Thank you for reading and for donating.

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Ardalambion Is Offline

We've known it was coming, but yesterday (Dec. 28), it happened two days earlier than anticipated: Ardalambion went offline. Since January 1999, this site, helmed by Helge Kåre Fauskanger, served some of the internet's best and most accessible information on Tolkien's languages, all delivered over eye-splitting backgrounds.

Multiple attempts have been made to reach Helge about his plans for the site (the server the site lived on was taken down; Helge updated the site within the past month, so the site was not abandoned) without success.

Several people have saved copies of the site; they are not posting them publicly in case (we hope!) Helge sets up shop elsewhere. I've also added Ardalambion to Fanlore with the site map and links to recent Wayback Machine captures.

Aside from these links, however, the Fanlore entry is pretty bare bones. If you used the site or it was an important part of your fannish experience, please consider updating the wiki or reblog this post/message me with what you'd like to add, and I'll gladly do it for you. (I dream in wiki markup by this point.)

Regardless of the outcome, I want to recognize Helge's enormous contribution to the Tolkien fandom. While I was working on the Fanlore entry yesterday, I read over the page where Helge explains why he set up the site: because the linguistic information available for Tolkien's languages in the late '90s was either sketchy or too complex for most beginners. He could have lobbed mud at the people running those sites (especially the sketchy ones), but he didn't: He built an amazing resource that remained online for over two decades and provided an entry point for countless fans who wanted to learn about Tolkien's languages. If you ever see this, Helge, thank you.

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Gojo x reader "Memory"

A part 2 of "Glimpse" was requested, so here it is :D

summary: after a fight that ended your relationship, you talk to gojo again for the first time

content warnings: breakup/sad, angst, mention of injury (from cursed spirit), mentions of gojo's past arc, fluff + comfort in flashbacks, reader wears glasses/contacts

word count: 1,723

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

“So,” You began, hands behind your back, tone almost playful, despite your tears a few minutes prior. “How have you been?”

Satoru looked down, smiling quaintly as you strolled. “Can’t complain, but nothing to write home about.”

You nodded, resisting the urge to sigh. The conversation was going much better than you could have hoped, but you couldn’t shake the heavy feeling in your chest. “I saw you took in some new first years, how are they?”

Satoru seemed to light up, his tone a lot more genuine. “Well you know Megumi, and Yuuji is great. They’re talented, the potential makes me shake. Nobara’s totally crazy, too,” He said, smiling fondly.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but mirror his expression. And as he went on, catching you up on the shenanigans of Jujutsu High, you exhaled, both out of contentment and a sudden twist of your heart.

“And with the exchange eve—” Satoru stopped as you turned the corner, completing your stroll around the school, smile dropping as pain flashed across his features. You were about to ask what was wrong, following his eyeline with concern, when you saw it.

The alley where he confessed to you. Ah, you knew things were going too smoothly.

✧

It was your second year at Jujutsu High. You two had just come back from a mission. Suguru had already gone back to his room, his clothes got quite a bit of cursed spirit on them. Satoru strolled alongside you as you two walked back from Yaga’s, mission having been reported, trademark smirk dancing on his lips. You were avoiding the eye contact, but you knew he was looking at you. The thought made your heartbeat accelerate, you could feel prickling in your cheeks, the inevitable blush creeping. “What do you want? What’s with the gawking?” You finally forced out, still afraid to meet his gaze.

“Geez, Y/N,” he leered, before more sincerely smiling. “You’re making saying this very hard.”

“Saying what?” You asked, confused despite the excited somersaulting in your stomach. Could it be?

“You probably could have handled today’s mission alone, ya know. Yaga’s wasting resources sending all three of us.”

“Oh,” You let out a breath, disappointment oozing despite how softly you sighed.

Expectations ruin everything, you pouted. But reality being a somewhat backhanded compliment, the gap was too much.

You were about to excuse yourself, run back to your room or go complain to Shoko yet again, before Satoru’s hand gently grasped your arm, turning you toward him.

He was smiling, gaze incredibly tender, and now you were really confused.

“Sorry, I almost chickened out.”

Oh. Oh.

Your breath and heartbeat immediately quickened at the realization of what was happening.

“I… really like you, Y/N. It’s been like this for a while. Do you want to go out sometime?” He smiled, hopefully, expectantly.

“No.” You replied, deadpan, holding back a laugh as you saw Satoru’s face drop in the same disappointment, hurt, and more intensely than anything else, confusion.

“Pfft,” you giggled, beaming. “Kidding. Yeah, sure.”

His expression morphed into pure relief. He rushed forward, tackling you in a hug. “Hurtful, Y/N, how could you toy with me like that?” He said in mock offense.

“Serves you right.” You said, sticking out your tongue.

✧

You were going to say something now, but bit your tongue. Really, what could you say?

Satoru cleared his throat, letting out a forced laugh. Looking at you, something in his expression seemed to twist and soften simultaneously. You couldn’t be sure you hadn’t imagined it though; his eyes were covered. While you mulled this over, Satoru promptly turned and walked away. You watched his retreating figure, unsure if you were supposed to follow. But then, he looked back. “Do you want to grab a cup of coffee?”

✧

“’Toru, I need coffee,” You pouted, leaning over the couch, glasses slipping farther off your face by the second.

Satoru groaned, having to stake out the area meant three consecutive semi-all-nighters. Despite taking shifts, you two were both seconds away from passing out. It was probably the worst mission you’ve been given, ever. Third year wasn’t looking too hot.

“Do we still have any?” Satoru asked, suppressing a yawn.

“We definitely underpacked,” You sighed. You ran out of eye drops yesterday, hence the glasses. No contacts with this case of dry eye.

“You should just sleep, I’ll keep watch.” Satoru said, despite clearly being in sleep-deprived agony.

You would’ve fought him on this, but he had come to sit next to you on the couch, stroking your hair, placing your head in his lap, and you really weren’t in a position to argue. In two minutes, you were out like a light.

Your dreams were all of him, his scent, his laugh, his voice, his embrace, his kiss. You woke up to the last one, his lips on yours. You could feel him smiling.

✧

Nursing your latte, you small-talked about the logistics of the exchange event. There wasn’t much else you could chat about. You could hardly ask him about his love life, and missions are a surefire way to ruin the mood. Wasn’t his last one to clean up after a first-grade sorcerer who went missing?

“You know the second years, and you’ll meet the first years today. They need recommendations…” He trailed off, meeting your gaze coyly. You rolled your eyes, smiling knowingly. It was almost nonchalant.

“They’ve kept Maki down long enough.”

“…so how have you been?” Satoru asked, hesitant. He clearly meant more than just the casual greeting you exchanged when walking here.

“Can’t complain,” You echoed, and he shook his head, smiling.

“I got a dog,” You offered, feeling bad about how curt your answer came off.

“No,” Satoru smiled, “really?”

“Mmhm, her name is Milkshake,” You added before mentally facepalming. Why did you have to bring that up? Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to stay calm. There’s no way he still remembered. You assured yourself. But unfortunately, his sudden intake of breath and the pursing of his lips told you that he, too, recalled it all too well.

✧

“And our star of the show, Milkshake!” The dolphin trainer announced.

You made eye contact with Satoru before both snickering, earning disdainful looks from the families next to you. From a lineup of Mark, Samantha, and Jessie, came Milkshake. “How did that happen?” Satoru whispered, shaking from holding back what was surely a booming laugh.

And then, just as you two finally composed yourselves, the dolphin trainer, oblivious to what just went down, smiled at you and beckoned for you to climb down the bleachers. You could feel Satoru’s gaze as you walked down, fumbling with fish the trainer handed you. He was definitely laughing now. You were sure he was snapping pictures. So, after getting a kiss from Milkshake, you looked up to see Satoru’s cloyingly sweet smile, blowing a kiss to you while holding up his phone.

✧

Satoru was still frozen. What choice did you have but to play it cool? “Looking back, those dolphins really deserved better. We should probably have tried to free them or something after our mission.”

Satoru, regaining his composure, chuckled. “Well, the higher-ups would have freaked. Though, I don’t really care. You’re right.”

For a moment, you allowed yourself to think back, of Milkshake, of the dolphin trainer, of the families, of him.

When you snapped back to reality, you could feel that something in his demeanor had changed. It was darker, full of regret, full of pain. “Where did we go wrong?” He asked, voice low and mournful.

The question caught you off-guard. And moreover, you didn’t really have an answer. Or rather, you didn’t have one answer.

✧

He was late again. You couldn’t help but sigh. And the waiters had waited so long, too. You beckoned one over. “Sorry, I’ll just order now. Thank you for waiting.” You smiled.

Missing an anniversary? For the second year in a row? It was hard to convince yourself it was fine.

You prodded your dish, it was mouthwatering, but it didn’t quite make your mouth water. Taking small bites here and there, you managed to stall for two hours. It was really getting awkward. You asked for three refills of water already. Staring at your silent phone, you reached for the check.

✧

You waited up for him. You remembered when it used to be romantic, when he’d see your tired but relieved face and nag about you waiting again while enveloping you in a hug or immediately cup your face for a passionate kiss. But when he walked through the door, you felt nothing. “You waited up again,” he said. It sounded too much like a sigh. Too much like he was annoyed.

It might have been better if your relationship ended because you couldn’t get through some big hardship. If you broke up after the gaping hole Suguru left in your lives. If you ended things after you were so injured by that special-grade you couldn’t walk for half a year. But no. You two, be it curse or blessing, made it through every obstacle. So why was your relationship breaking in front of your eyes? Why couldn’t you do anything about it?

Helplessness was numbing. Soon, your panic and fear at the state of your relationship glazed over. You were pretty sure somewhere deep inside you still cared, but if that was true, you couldn’t feel it.

And then there was the fight. Many lines were crossed. You knew you said something irrevocable, but you vaguely recalled him hitting a nerve a few sentences prior. It was all becoming a blur. The next thing you knew, his palm, which was never anything less than tender, anything less than adoring, was about to make stinging impact with your face.

✧

“I don’t know,” You breathed, tearing up again. Ugh.

This man in front of you, it was hard to accept, harder to believe that he was no longer yours.

His entire being seemed weighed down by grief. And as he mirrored you, a tear sliding down his cheek, blindfold doing nothing to stop it, you started to sob.

At one point in time, every inch of him loved you. In some far-off memory, every inch of him was for you.

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cillian-gets-me-wetter · 2 months

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Hey can you write something about Joe and reader. Can it be like enemies to fwb. Joe bumps into reader at an event, he teases her about her stalking him and being obsessed with him but the reader just happens to be there because she’s genuinely interested in the event. Maybe after the event Joe decides to invite reader to like a after party kick back in his hotel room or home depending on the setting you choose and thats where they get intimate. Make it super smutty. Reader isnt famous in anyway she works in the field like a data analysis or statistician something other a journalist please, and you could make their rivalry or hatred stem back to college days.

NO BC I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SM YES YES YESSSS and i have the perfect song inspo in mind too :))

if u think i’m pretty - joe burrow x fem!reader

requested by: @multiflcs :))

warnings: exes to enemies to ??? (i’m sorry, all i know is complicated relationships tbh), smut (18+ ONLY), oral (fem receiving), joe is a certified munch (y’all can’t tell me otherwise), overstimulation, p in v, unprotected sex, BIG DICK JOE, riding, hair pulling, spitting, mention of unrequited love, praise, implied height difference, no use of y/n, brief cameo from ja’marr

disclaimer: i do not own any people, teams or organizations i included in this story. this is for fictional purposes only. do not copy or claim my work as your own. comments, reblogs and constructive feedback are appreciated!!

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so hopefully you enjoy reading this as much as i loved writing this!

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i know that you're shitty and you're bad for me but i can't stop thinkin' 'bout it

as you walked the past the red carpet, you made your way inside the event venue, which was packed with celebrities, athletes and other public figures alike. as a data analyst for the 49ers, you were sent to las vegas to work for the super bowl so it was pretty exciting but a bit apprehensive. you’ve been to many football games for the past four years you’ve worked for the nfl but being able to attend the super bowl was a once in a lifetime experience.

through the connections you made throughout your time working, you scored an invite to the fanatics super bowl party this year so of course, you accepted. you look down at your outfit, which was a simple long-sleeved black cocktail dress, making you feel slightly undressed amongst those wearing luxury designers.

you walked through the sea of people that were socializing and talking amongst themselves to the bar area. the bartender, a woman who looked about your age, “hey, i love your dress! what can i get you?” you smiled, “thank you! and can i get a blue lagoon?” she nodded and began to make the drink. a voice behind you said, “you still order that? old habits die hard, i guess.” you scrunch up your face in confusion and look behind you, seeing the nfl’s golden boy, joe burrow, the sight of him making you sigh and roll your eyes.

you met joe during your second year at lsu, you had seen him around campus, went to some of the football games and at parties so you knew of him. you both had a statistics class together and he was failing so he asked you to help tutor him. you helped him gain a better understanding of the subject and was able to get his grade up. as you two spent more time together and got to know other, tension began to develop.

one night, he asked you to come over and hang out after your shift at a local bar and restaurant near campus. you got off of work and you drove over to his place, it seemed like a normal kind of night between friends, which consisted of ordering in food and taking turns to pick out a movie to watch.

this week, it was your turn to pick so you decided on sixteen candles since he never watched it before. you tilted your head up toward him from where you laid on his chest, “why haven’t you seen this before?” he shrugged as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, “just never got around to it.. i think tara tried to show me this other movie and i ended up falling asleep.”

tara mays was the typical popular sorority girl and cheerleader who thrived on daddy’s money in order to keep up with her lifestyle. her and joe would hook up occasionally but she would always want to make things into something more serious between them. however, joe would always have to let her down easy, insisting that she’s a great girl but a relationship wasn’t something he wanted (at least from her).

the words came out of your mouth before you actually thought your words over, “you aren’t seeing each other anymore?” he sighed, “yeah.. i had to be honest with her and myself about letting it continue.” you perk your head up in interest, “how so?” he looked at the television screen as if he was paying attention to the movie, “i told her i was into someone else.”

you nod understandably, “so.. who is this mystery girl? do i know her?” he looked down at you and smiled softly, “i think you know her very well. she likes to read a lot, she even has her own little library in her bedroom which is very cute. i have her coffee order memorized, which is a iced caramel macchiato with two sugars. her fav-”

you leaned forward and cupped his face, giving him a eager and passionate kiss. he quickly reciprocated the kiss, his hands wandering down your back. he moves away from your lips and starts to leave kisses all over your face, which made you laugh and try to wriggle away from him but his strong arms held you in place. he began to kiss down to your neck, then he flips you both over so that he’s on top.

it made you gasp and a breath hitches in the back of your throat at the way he moved you so effortlessly, like you weighed nothing. you opened your legs and wrapped them around his waist so he can feel more comfortable on top of you. he laughs softly at your reaction, “so.. i guess you’re into me too then?” you roll your eyes playfully, “shut up”. then you grab him by his shirt and kiss him deeply, internally praying that nothing ruins this moment.

the bartender handed you your drink and joe slides his card across the bar table to pay for it. you attempt to push it back in his direction, “that isn’t necessary, joe.” he shrugged it off and gently moved your hand away, “don’t worry about it.” the poor woman sensed the tension between the two of you and silently took his card and swiped it through. she asked, “do you want a receipt?”

before you said anything, joe shook his head and she handed him back his card, giving you both a polite smile. you sip your drink, annoyed at the fact that he even bothered to show up and the fact he pulled this kind of gesture knowing you wanted nothing to do with him. his voice broke you out of your thoughts, “you know… a thank you would suffice.” he dawned those famous cartier sunglasses and those stupid jeans he wore throughout college. even if he did look really hot, he was still the same person who broke your heart after graduation years ago.

you scoffed, “like i said, it wasn’t necessary. i could have bought it myself.” he retorted, “well i wanted to so you’re welcome.” your blood started to grow warm and beginning to boil at the way he was acting. he wasn’t the one who had his heart broken so the attitude wasn’t needed. he clears his throat awkwardly, “are you stalking me?” you furrowed your eyebrows at the audacity of that question. the fact he even asked you that made you want to punch him in the nose.

you laughed sarcastically, “are you fucking kidding me?do you seriously think that i came out here for you?” he shrugged, “well, why are you here then? you don’t know anything about football. you’re too obsessed with me to actually pay attention.” you glared daggers at him as the tension between the two of you grew by the second. you get closer to him and throw your drink in his face, causing attention towards you and him as he wipes the remnants of blue lagoon on his jacket sleeve.

the other partygoers stared both of you down, wondering what happened and what led to throwing a drink in the quarterback’s face. you seethe, “fuck you, joe.” you walked out of the party venue, completely embarrassed and anxious about losing your job since this incident involved a prominent player in the league. you made it outside and walked further down the street to a empty bench far away from all the commotion from the party.

you open your purse and dig through to find your pack of cigarettes that you only smoked when you’re stressed or overwhelmed and desperate times call for desperate measures. you take one out of the pack with your pink lighter, igniting it. you take a long drag and inhale into your lungs, letting it calm your nerves as you exhale. your hands were trembling and your brain was going at a million miles per hour when joe sits next to you.

he looks over at you, his eyes softening at the shaken state you were in because of him. you stare at the cars and people walking by, “if you want to get me fired, that’s fine.” he shook his head, “i’m not going to get you fired or anything like that. you had a right to throw that drink in my face.” you took another long drag as you flicked off some of the ash beginning to build up on top.

you both sat in an uncomfortable silence until he decided to break it, “so you work in data analysis now?” you nod, “yes.. i don’t know how long after what just happened.” he sighed, “you aren’t going to get fired. plenty of people in this field have done worse and received no repercussions. i’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you don’t get in trouble for this.”

you shook your head, “you wouldn’t understand, joe. you’re a man, if you were in my shoes, you would face no punishment. but for me, it’s 100% a possibility that i can lose my job because of this. you’re a famous quarterback who i threw a drink in his face while i just work for the team.” you felt yourself growing to panic as you anxiously tap your fingers against your thigh, “it’s supposed to be this huge event and i feel like i would be a liability for that.”

he wrapped his arm around you, not caring about the smell of the cigarette lingering on his clothes. his free hand rubbed against your back soothingly, doing his best to calm you down. he reassured, “if anything comes out about it, i know a few people that can make it go away. as for the team, i’m going to talk to them about it being a misunderstanding.”

you looked over at him, “you don’t have to do that for me.” he said, “i want to, okay? i put you through so much pain and i want to make it up to you.” you didn’t notice a few stray tears flow down your face until joe tilted your chin with his fingers and wiped them away with his thumb. his ocean blue eyes stared deeply into yours, “i am so sorry. for everything.”

you flick the remains of your cigarette to the ground and let out a tearful sigh, “i haven’t loved anyone else since you. i don’t think i’m capable of feeling that way towards anyone.” your confession made his heart drop into his stomach. he remembered that night after you both graduated as if it happened yesterday.

as you slowly kissed him after settling into bed after that eventful day, you whisper against his lips, “i love you.” those three words made him stop kissing you. while you two had been dating for almost 6 months, he had no idea if he was ready to say it yet. while he was the #1 draft pick for the cincinnati bengals, you were able to obtain an internship for the denver broncos, which was going to 17 hours away from him.

you noticed his lips stopped moving against yours, you looked at him with concern. “are you okay, baby?” he let out a shaky sigh, “i don’t know if i’m ready for this.” you asked, “what do you mean?” he continued, “you’re going to be all the way in colorado while i’m in ohio. how are we going to make this work if i won’t be able to see you?”

you looked at him, taken aback. “well, we can always facetime and we can visit each other whenever we can.” he shook his head, “we’ll literally go from seeing each other every day to barely seeing each other at all. do you have any idea how hard that is for me?” you rubbed your face, feeling the skin in order to not shut down.

you bite back, “it’s going to be hard for me too! it’s not just about you, joe. we both have our own careers we need to focus on but it doesn’t mean that i don’t love you.” he gets out of your bed and grabs his backpack off your chair, packing up his clothes. “where are you going?” he opened up the drawer you cleared for him whenever he would spend the night with you, shoving whatever clothes that he can fit into the bag.

“i just need space. i’m just going to go back to my place for tonight.” you get up out of bed, standing in front of the dresser so he wouldn’t just leave. “we need to talk about this, joe.” he sighed, “what do you want me to say? that long distance relationships don’t last no matter how much we’d try? get realistic and stop romanticizing this.”

your voice cracks and eyes well up with tears, “so that’s just it then? you don’t want to be with me anymore?” he shrugged, “i really don’t see any other solution.” you nodded meekly, finally moving out of his way. “just get your shit and go.”

you leaned closer to him, burying your face into his neck. he wrapped his arms around you, inhaling his cologne, noticing it was the one you gave him for his birthday. he kissed your forehead gently, “we’re going to figure this out, okay?” you nod and pull away from his embrace, wanting to get a better look at him. he still had the same haircut from college and his cartier glasses were off, the streetlight capturing how beautiful his eyes are.

he stared back at you in awe, he still thought of you as the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on. he moved a couple strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, the gesture making you melt like putty in his hands. without a second thought, he leaned in and softly pressed his lips against yours, suddenly pulling away incase he misread any signals.

“i’m sor-“ you cut him off by kissing him passionately, your hand finding its home in the back of his head, running through his dirty blonde hair. while your other hand wandered under his plain white t-shirt, feeling his warm body against your manicured fingertips. he wrapped his arm around your waist while his free hand groping your left breast over your dress causing you to moan into the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

his hand moves down to your plush thighs, giving them both a firm but gentle squeeze. his lips move away from yours, kissing down your jaw to your neck. your hand moves back to his hair, giving the roots a gentle squeeze, he lets out a breathy groan against you. his breath tickles your skin softly, his lips finding the spot on your neck that makes your squirm. he sucks against your sensitive skin causing you to mewl at the feeling of him sucking and biting your neck, leaving a bruise that you’re going to need to cover up later on.

he detached his lips from your neck to admire his work, lightly kissing the hickey he left on you, which made you wince. you both smile softly, taking in what just happened and how much you’ve missed each other. he asks, “do you want to head back to my hotel or yours?” you shrug, “it doesn’t matter to me.” he nods, “okay, we’re going to mine then.” he sat up, holding his hand out for you to take.

you hold his hand, allowing him to help you up from the bench and intertwining both of your fingers together. he said, “my hotel isn’t too far from here so it won’t be too long.” you nod, standing up on your toes and kissing his cheek. he blushed softly, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him as you walk to his hotel room.

as you walk closer to where he was staying, you began to slow down next to him as your feet began to grow tired in the heels you were wearing. he looked at you concerned about you slowing down, “is everything okay?” you nodded, “yeah, it’s just that my feet were starting to hurt.”

he squatted down onto the ground near you, he looked up and asked, “can you lift your foot up really quick?” you nodded, lifting your foot up off the ground for him as he held it delicately. he unhooked the heels clasp around your ankle and gently took off the heel for you. you lifted your other foot off the ground for him and he did the same thing.

he held both of your heels for you as he got up off the ground, dusting the dirt off his jeans. he asked, “do your feet feel better?” you smiled softly and nodded, “they do. thank you.” he smiled back and leaned down, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. “you’re welcome, baby.” you laugh softly, “baby? are you getting all soft on me, burrow?”

he rolled his eyes playfully, “only for you.” he interlocked his fingers with yours, kissing your hand softly and leading the way back to his hotel. as you both walked through the lobby and inside the elevator, he pressed the fourth floor button and turned you over to face him as the elevator doors closed. he leaned down once more, kissing your lips once again, cupping your face gently in his hands.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the kiss grows more intense when the elevator opens, signaling that you made it on the fourth floor. he grabs your hand and hurriedly pulls you outside the elevator and leads you down the hallway to his room. as you reach the outside of his door, he pulls the keycard out of his pocket as you lean closer to him and teasingly kiss his neck.

he shudders as he puts the card into the slot, “fuck, don’t tease me.” you smiled against his neck, “or what?” the light on the door turned green and he immediately opened it, pulling you inside. he grabbed the “do not disturb” sign and set on the door outside the room, shutting it behind him and locking it.

you set your purse on the desk and he threw your heels to the floor near the nightstand, lightly grabbing your wrist to get you to look at him. he feverishly kisses you as if his life depended on it, his teeth clashing against your own. you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth as his hands explored your body over your dress. he managed to say through kisses, “take this off.”

you nodded eagerly as he sits down on the corner of the bed, wanting to watch you undress for him. you slowly took off your dress, revealing your matching laced black lingerie set underneath. he took off his jacket and his necklaces as you undressed for him, throwing his jacket to the floor and setting his necklaces on the nightstand then turning over to face you again.

you decided to straddle his lap, pulling him into a needy kiss as his hands wander your body to the back of your bra. “can i take this off?” you smiled against his lips and nodded, “of course, baby.” his hands unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he looked at your breasts for the first time in years.

his hands caressed them softly causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth. he looked down at them, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of your pierced nipples. “when did you get this done?” you blushed softly, “like two years ago.. do you like them?” he nodded, his fingers teasing the balled jewelry, making you shudder and whimper.

he takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on your nipple and teasing the jewelry with his tongue. you moaned softly, watching him lick and suck while you run your fingers through his hair. his free hand teases the other one as his mouth moves to it, giving them both the same love and recognition. you whimpered, grinding your hips softly onto his lap.

he detached his mouth from you as his hands held your hips, helping you grind against him and groping your ass. he captured your lips again in a messy kiss, his nose brushing against yours. “i missed you so much.” you whispered against his lips, “i missed you too, baby.” your fingers reach the hem of his t-shirt, him quickly obliging as he pulls it over his head and throwing it to the floor.

he quickly flips you both over, climbing over you and kissing down your neck to your chest. you shudder softly against his lips as he kisses down your stomach to reaching the hem of your panties. his fingers brushed over the damp cloth causing you to whimper softly and open your legs for better access for him. he asked softly, “can i take this off too, pretty girl?”

you nod eagerly, “please take them off.. i need to feel you.” he grabs both sides of your panties as you lift your hips up so he can easily take them off. he pulls them down your legs and reaches your ankles then throwing them to the side. his fingers brush over your wet folds as you mewl softly at the feeling of his fingers against you.

he bit his lip as he teasingly rubbed his fingers against you, “you’re so wet for me.. and i barely did anything. it’s kind of pathetic, baby.” you mewl at his words, not being able to take his teasing any longer. you begged, “please do something, joe. i need you so bad.” without hesitation, he opened your legs a little wider and buried his face between them. he kisses and teases your clit with his tongue causing you to let out a sigh and closing your eyes.

he tapped your inner thigh, “look at me, baby. i want you to watch me.” you opened your eyes and looked down at him as he suckled your clit into his mouth. you run his fingers through his hair and mewl loudly at the feeling of him slipping his tongue inside of you. he devoured you as if he hadn’t eaten in days, you moaned in satisfaction and contorting your face in pleasure as you watch him eat you out.

his tongue lapped against your wet cunt as you push his face closer into you, grinding against his tongue as if you’re riding him. he pulled your legs onto his shoulders as your thighs clench against his head, you whimper and grip his hair tightly causing him to moan as he kisses and laps up your wet arousal. the pit building in your stomach began to boil over until you’re writhing against his face. and arching your back.

he knew you were growing closer to your orgasm as your movements started moving sloppily against him. he asked, “you want to cum, baby?” he slipped his tongue inside you once more. you nodded, “yes, i’m so fucking close!” he urged, “beg for it. tell me how much you missed me.” you whimpered, “i missed you so much, joe. no one can make me feel as good as you.”

he smirked against you, “good girl. cum for me, baby. cum on my face.” you came undone at his words and the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit. you moaned in ecstasy as your legs shook against his face as he continued you to guide you through your orgasm. you gasp and whine as the overwhelming sensation of his tongue curling inside you.

you whimpered, “okay, you can get off. please.” he moved his tongue out of you, his chin and mouth glistening with your juices. he pressed a few chaste kisses in your inner thighs before he finally moved out of between your legs. he leaned up closer to you, your legs wrap around his waist, his hard cock straining in his jeans and rubbing against your inner thigh.

he kisses you feverishly, slipping his tongue in your mouth. tongues and teeth clash against each other as the neediness between the two of you grew more intense. he pulls away from you and lightly pecks your lips, “you taste better than i remembered.” you blush, “you remembered what i taste like?”

he nods, “of course i do. you haven’t left on my mind since i left that night.” you sat up, kissing him softly as your hand reaches down and teases through his jeans by caressing your hand against him. he groans softly, shuddering at the feeling of your soft hand on the outside of his jeans. “you can take it out if you want. i don’t think i’ll last long if you keep rubbing me like that.”

you giggle lightly, “you got that hard from eating me out?” he said, “i got hard the moment i saw you again if you want me to be honest.” you peck his lips softly, “you’re so fucking cute.” your hand moved to the zipper of his jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning them. he pulled his jeans down to his ankles, kicking them off to the side, revealing his black calvin klein boxers.

you helped pull his boxers down, revealing his girthy, rock hard cock slapping against his abdomen as you free him from his boxers. you stroke it softly, your thumb feeling the slit of his tip as he lets out a sigh. “fuck, i missed your hands on me.” you asked, “oh yeah?” he nodded, “if you keep doing that, this is going to be over pretty quickly.” you laughed softly and moved your hand off him.

he rubbed his cock over your folds, making you both groan and whimper in pleasure. “if it hurts, i’ll stop, okay?” you nod feverishly, bucking your hips to match his movements. he slipped the tip of his cock inside of you, letting you slowly adjust to his size and so he can feel how warm and tight you are. you both let out a breathy moan, he slipped more of him inside you causing you to wince and him to groan softly. “fuck, i missed you.”

his thrusts were teasingly slow as he let you adjust to his size again since it was so long since he’s been inside you. you whimpered, “fuck me, joe.. please”. he moved his hips, thrusting a little faster causing you to moan softly in his ear. his lips nipped and sucked on your collarbone as you buck your hips into his to match his thrusts. he asked teasingly, “do you like that, baby?”

you nodded eagerly, “fuck me harder… i need it so bad.” he moved your legs over his shoulders as he thrusted deeper inside you. your knees were against your chest as he fucked you harder, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and both of your moans filled the hotel room. both of you were lost in each other until the sound of his phone rang from the pocket of his jeans.

he groaned annoyingly at the dreaded sound ruining the mood as he moved out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. he quickly grabbed his jeans off the floor and took his phone out of his back pocket, swiping to answer it and holding it against his ear. “yeah?” he smiled softly down at you as his hands groped at your breast, rubbing his thumb over your pierced nipple.

he sighed, “no, dude, i left the party over an hour ago. what happened?” you mouthed, “do you want to stop?” he shrugged, listening to whatever ja’marr is asking him about. “no, i caught up with an old friend and we’re back at my hotel.” you smiled softly as you knew you were the old friend he was referring to. he laughed softly, “no, i’ll tell you about it later..” you grew more comfortable onto the bed as he finished up his phone conversation. “okay i’ll text you later.. get back safe.”

he ended the call and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, leaning down and kissing you hungrily. he asked softly, “do you want to keep going?” you nodded, “yes please.” he laughed softly, “aww, look at you using your manners.” he kissed the crook of your neck then pecked your lips, “such a sweet girl.” you asked shyly, “can i ride you?”

he nodded eagerly, lying down on the bed next to you. you crawled on top of him, kissing his neck teasingly. he lets out a soft sigh, running his fingers through your hair as you find the sensitive part of his skin, sucking and nipping the same way he did on the bench prior. his breath hitches, “fuck, don’t tease, baby.”

you giggled softly, detaching your lips from his neck before giving the forming bruise a small kiss, hearing a wince from him. you got up onto the bed, hovering over his cock while you line him up with your entrance. you sink down onto his length, hearing shudders and gasps from the both of you.

you start to roll your hips, his hands going straight to your hips helping guide your movements against his body. you whimper and moan as you close your eyes and throw your head back in pleasure. his hand reaching up and groping your tit as you ride him to oblivion. you had plenty of hookups after you and joe broke up but no one made you feel so full and satisfied you the way he did.

he laid up further, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you passionately. his hands gripped against your hips, probably leaving tiny bruises for you to wake up to the next morning. sweat began forming and dripping down from both of your foreheads as your legs started getting weaker. his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze as your movements began to slow.

the heat in your stomach was rising as you continued to move against him. his hands wandered and caressed your body on top of him. he cupped your face softly and lowly whispered, “open your mouth, baby.” you obeyed, sticking your tongue out for him as he spit in your mouth. you whimpered softly as you swallowed his spit causing him to groan at the sight of you. “you’re such a good girl.”

his words push you closer to the edge of your climax as you push through the soreness in your legs. your walls began to tighten around him causing him to let out a soft moan. you moaned, “i’m so close.” he grunted, “fuck, i am too. cum for me, baby. i want to feel you around me.” you loudly gasped, burying your face in his sweaty shoulder, biting down to muffle your screams. the feeling of your teeth digging into his skin and your walls clenching his length made groan and shudder as he fills you up with his cum.

you pull him into a slow, needy kiss as you both were steadily coming down from what just occurred. you get off of his lap, legs shaking from either your orgasm or how long you were using them for. you get up from bed and attempt to gather your clothes to get dressed when joe asks, “what are you doing?” you eyed him with confusion, “getting ready to leave?” he shook his head, “come lay down with me.”

you found yourself crawling back into bed with him before thinking it over, you were used to leaving after a hook up so him asking you to spend the night was something that you hadn’t heard in a long time. you cuddled into his chest as he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, your leg draping against his hips. what you didn’t know was that joe rarely dated after you two broke up. he went on a few dates but always found himself thinking of you to fully pursue anything.

you felt yourself beginning to doze off but was fighting to stay awake so you can be in the moment with him longer. he whispered in your ear, “you can go to sleep.. i’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” you nodded sleepily as you finally shut your eyes, softly snoring on his chest. he gently moved your hair out of your face and kissed the top of your head as he watched you peacefully sleep. he never thought you’d actually end up in his arms again..

but now that you’re here with him, he finally felt he was whole again. his only regret was that it took him so long to realize that he loved you after you two broke up and you moved away.. he cooed softly in your ear as you slept, “i love you.” he gave you a kiss on your forehead before drifting off to sleep, being happy that you were back in his arms again.

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow smut #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fic #cincinnati bengals #keep reading #nfl imagine #izzy writes 💕

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I am Kelly, My family is in danger. They are trapped in a city in Gaza called Rafah. They fled there because my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer and the only chemo treatment she could receive was there. Due to a militia that is increasingly taking over the country and bombing hospitals, all of the disabled, sick and elderly had to flea to Rafah to get medical treatment. Hundreds of thousands of Gaza people fled out of Rafah earlier this week after the militia overtook the Gaza military. My family was unable to flee because my grandmother is elderly and sick.

As of yesterday, my grandmother, disabled aunt, aunt who is sick with Malaria and my two teenage girl cousins were trapped at the top of an apartment building that has been overtaken by militia. They are helpless.

My aunts are sick and they have been injured. My two cousins are just children. Please help my family.

go fuck yourself? lmao? no. seriously dude. just what the fuck? your blog was created at maximum 15 hours ago, the most youve reblogged is five entire posts (congratulations) about the ceo of tumblr being transphobic and, i suppose credit where credit is due, actual links for supporting palestine. but hey, that's an infinitesimal fucking nothing compared to the fact you're openly just choosing to steal donation money from actual people in need.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/my-family-flee-from-sudan

heres the real fucking gofundme you're copy and pasting your text from, sound familiar? a bit gross that you've changed the location to fit your narrative as well.

and oh look! heres an ask from another account on a completely different blog that says the same thing!

genuinely you're fucking disgusting. unfortunately i'm aware this answer is probably meaningless to you, but i hope it at least gets through somewhat. or serves as an example to anyone seeing this to double check the asks they get.

please donate to the actual gofundme this is copied from if you want to genuinely donate, as well as consider using these links to support victims of genocide:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1vtMLLOzuc6GpkFySyVtKQOY2j-Vvg0UsChMCFst_WLA/htmlview (a collection of fundraisers for palestine)

https://sapa-usa.org/Hope-for-Sudan/

a very good general post of resources to help out victims of genocide

#i am full of incredible violence #ask scam #donation scam #free palestine #free sudan

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📌 Welcome friends, foes, and passersby to my personal piece of fandom hell.

About My Blog:

18+ only; minors will be blocked

Please, please put your age in your bio!

No further DNI, but I will block bigots, bullies, and blank blogs. Terfs, aphobes, and exclusionists please exit the blog and find a hobby that isn’t bullying queer people on tumblr.

This blog was originally created as a way for me to share my fanfiction and accept requests, but has since expanded to incorrect quotes, memes, and occasionally non-fandom bs.

It runs pretty much entirely on queue and scheduled posts. I don’t have notifs turned on for the app, so I may take a while to respond to messages and asks.

Fandoms:

The Amazing Devil (Band)

Doctor Who

Fullmetal Alchemist

Harry Potter – I do not support JKR

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Steven Universe

The Witcher

I tend to cycle through them based on the whims of my ADHD brain, and when each is posted is unknown even to me.

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I’m currently going through old posts for an accessibility update, but once that’s done…

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If you find my content inaccessible or have a way to make it more accessible, please please tell me. I’ve been doing research, but there’s a lot to learn – not to mention the conflicting information. Criticism in regards to accessibility is more than welcome.

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Black-and-white thinking in fandom and resources for CBT, DBT, and addressing cognitive distortions.

About Me:

My name is Nico, I’m 25, and I write fanfic. I use they/them and xe/xem pronouns, and have a whole heap of queer labels I fall under. For more info on my labels and term preferences, check out my pronouns.page.

I’m part of an real life love triangle made up of myself, my fiancé, and our boyfriend.

If you wanna read more of my work, I’m on AO3 as fanby, and have some exclusive fics posted there.

Blog’s new, but I’m not. I was on this hellsite back in the ‘go nuts, show nuts’ golden age and when they finally shut this place down, staff will have to call animal control to remove me from the air vents like the rabid little raccoon I am <3

I have a twitter, but there’s literally nothing there that isn’t here. Check it out if you prefer Musk’s bird app, I guess?

Fanfic Masterlists:

Harry Potter – WIP

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

The Witcher

Kinktober

AO3 Exclusives – Links to the AO3 collection

Requests:

Requests are currently open for mutuals only. I’m trying to limit requests at the moment, but will make an exception for mutuals if I think I can swing it.

Will Write:

Angst with a happy ending

Hurt/comfort

Fluff

Familial relationships

Found family trope

X reader

OCs

Canon x OC

Any relationship style: platonic, queer platonic, romantic, sexual, D/s dynamics

Most kinks

Explicit kink

Non-explicit sexual content

Might Write:

Hurt/no comfort

Crossovers

OOC

Non-canon disabilities and mental illness *1

Alastor as a Voodoo practitioner*2

Explicit sexual content *3

*1 If I’m going to represent a marginalized group, I’m going to do my best to do so respectfully, even in fanfiction. If I’m not confident in my ability to do that, then I may choose not to.

That being said, I’m down to research and I have lived experience with chronic pain and a few mental illnesses. I am extremely confident in my ability to project my own experiences onto my blorbos, and do so quite frequently.

*2 This is mainly for the same reason I won’t write non-canon disabilities. Voodoo is highly misrepresented and I don’t want to contribute to that. I may write him as a past practitioner depending on the circumstances and as long as his current magic is not Voodoo-based.

My personal headcanon is that he grew up practicing Voodoo and ancestral magic, but burned bridges in the pursuit of power and lost support because being a serial killer is generally frowned upon. I usually write his current magic as non-specific, demonic, or Eldritch in nature.

*3 My ability to write explicit sexual content varies, so I’ll be taking this on a case by case basis.

Won’t Write – This Fandom-Specific Content:

Note: These are due to personal preference, deeply ingrained headcanons, and nunn’yuh (none ya business). I am not judging or condemning any of these ships/headcanons/etc. or people who make fanworks involving them; it’s just a comfort thing.

Hazbin Hotel:

Rosie in an NSFW context

Chalastor

Alastor x Niffty

Angel Dust shipped romantically with women

Vaggie shipped with men

The Witcher:

Yennefer bashing

Ciri (including adult!Ciri) shipped with any Wolf School Witcher

Ciri (including adult!Ciri) shipped with Jaskier/Dandelion

Won’t Write – This General Content:

Note: A good deal of this section falls under Kinktomato or YKINMKATO (Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That's OK)) and DLDR (Don’t Like, Don’t Read) – just like, with writing instead of reading.

I’m not here to take sides in shipcourse or police other people’s writing; this is, again, about my own comfort level with writing certain topics. That’s it.

Scat/watersports/emeto kink

Adult x minor ships

Underage NSFW/smut/explicit, including any underage kink

Incest, including adoptive/step family

Detailed or romanticized non-con *1

Detailed or romanticized dub-con *1

Detailed or romanticized suicide *2

Detailed or romanticized self harm *2

*1 I can write aftermath of non-con/dub-con or attempted non-con/dub-con, but will not go into detail or portray it as in any way positive. I won’t write the reader or a canon characters as the perpetrator, unless it’s already in canon – AKA: The Valentino Exception. This does not include negotiated CNC, which I would consider writing under specific circumstances.

*2 Any time I write content involving suicide or suicidal ideation, I write with the National Recommendations for Depicting Suicide in mind.

The way suicide is portrayed in fiction can have real world consequences:

“Studies have shown that both news reports and fictional accounts of suicide in movies and television can lead to increases in suicide. In contrast, when depictions are done responsibly, the media can help to encourage help seeking, dispel myths, and reinforce hope – and ultimately save lives.”

(Source: Alliance for Suicide Prevention)

I am a suicide survivor and have lost loved ones to suicide as well, so this is deeply personal to me. If you’re struggling with self harm or suicidal thoughts, please hold on, and don’t be afraid to ask for help:

International Suicide Hotlines

Australia Lifeline: 13 11 14

Canada Talk Suicide: 1.833.456.4566

UK Samaritans: 116 123

USA Suicide and Crisis Lifeline: 988

#fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s ref folder #and fuck jkr

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