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barbiewritesstuff · 2 years

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Trash Stache

-- My writer’s block has been terrible to me these last few days but I wanted to get SOMETHING out and into the world. Sorry if it’s terrible, I tried

Tw. NSFW, eating out, gendered language and Glen Powell’s moustache

Taglist: @mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy --

“Does it really look that stupid?”

You didn’t really know what to say. It was a trash stache like any other, but somehow, on Jake it made you question why it had gone out of fashion in the late twentieth century. He looked good with it, he looked fun. He looked less like the jackass he usually was. Or maybe that was due to the tan and the longer golden locks that were cascading down his forehead. He looked casual. And as much as you secretly liked how he looked in the uniform, post-holiday Hangman brought on some sinful thoughts you usually managed to keep buried down. Or maybe that was the problem. You could bury these thoughts down, and you had done so effectively that they had dropped down from your brain directly between your legs.

“It doesn’t look bad” You said

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” He asked.

You paused, happy he couldn’t see your smile through the phone. Jake didn’t call often, and especially not at night, but the two of you had gotten closer after the uranium plant mission. Him waking you up so late, or rather so early didn’t feel strange. You didn’t expect it to be about the moustache though.

“Jake… Why are you so bothered about the moustache anyway?”

“Can I come over?”

“No. It’s three o’clock in the morning, you woke me up. It’s not my fault you’re feeling insecure about your pornstache, let me sleep” Is probably what you should have said but when the words fell out of your mouth, you found that they sounded suspiciously like “Yeah, sure”

Jake was at your door in ten minutes flat.

“I don’t think it looks dumb” He stated. You had turned on a lamp in the kitchen, drowning the room in a weak yellow light. Jake had gone out with the team for a few drinks, and apparently Rooster had spent most of the evening laughing about the trash stache. You stifled a laugh at the irony.

“Then why do you care what he thinks?”

Jake looked at you and pursed his lips.

“This is probably TMI” He warned “I haven’t gotten laid in a while. Every girl I’ve flirted with has gone home with Rooster and I’m starting to think it’s the moustache”

You laughed, “I think Rooster just knows how to use the trash stache better”

“Trash stache? It’s not a trash stache. Rooster has a trash stache, yes. I do not” He pointed a finger at you menacingly, you laughed again. Then, raising an eyebrow, he asked “What do you mean ‘knows how to use it better’?”

“This is definitely getting into TMI territory now” You chuckled nervously.

You hadn’t meant to bring up your history with Rooster. The words had fallen out of your mouth before you had even realised it, a fact you were starting to regret now.

“No, go on. You started the thought, you finish it”

“Fine” You pinched the base of your nose and closed your eyes “Do -- Do you eat girls out -- when… -- when, you know”

“No, why would I do that?” He scoffed. You didn’t know why you had asked. Jake hardly seemed like the kind of guy who would sleep with a girl for anything other than his own pleasure.

“Because it’s nice, Jake”

“Look, I’m not picking up a girl just to be nice, okay -- hang on, how do you know Rooster eats girls out?!”

You stared at him for a second. When the penny fell, Hangman’s mouth opened and his eyes widened. Despite his best attempts at speaking, no sound came out.

“It happened once -- or twice” You tried to explain.

“Twice? You slept with Rooster twice”

“Ish…”

“Ish?!”

“He ate me out twice -- since he grew the stache”

“Wow… All this time, I thought you were in my camp, you were actually playing for Bradshaw, huh?” Jake seemed genuinely shocked for a second.

“It’s not like that”

“Then what is it, princess? You guys fuck buddies?” He asked. His voice dropped a little lower than before, became a little more menacing, and his pupils dilated. He moved towards you with slow steps, standing tall.

“We haven’t slept together in a while, I don’t know why it bothers you so much, I -- what are you doing?” You asked as Jake dropped down to his knees. You backed away but your body hit the cold surface of the fridge door. Hangman grabbed one of your thighs and trailed long, wet kisses down the inside. You prayed your legs wouldn’t buckle.

“I am going to show you that Rooster does not know how to use the ‘trash stache’ better.”

His fingers slipped underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing with a frown

“Is this Rooster's?” He asked, tugging at the hem.

“An ex-boyfriend’s”

“Did he eat you out, Babygirl?”

The nickname sent another wave of arousal to your core.

“Jake” You sighed. He hadn’t even started anything on you, and yet the mere image of Jake Seresin kneeling in front of you, his mouth inches away from your clothed pussy was enough to make you moan.

“You’re pathetic” He said as he looked up at you. He was right and if anyone else had spoken to you that way, you would have kicked them out faster than they could have apologised. With Jake though, you almost wished he would have applied the same bite that he had used in his voice to the inside of your thigh.

He brought down your biker shorts and your underwear in one smooth movement and let them drop to the floor. The sight of you made him groan. Jake leaned forward to gently kiss above your slit. When you whimpered, he brought his mouth down again and sucked a hickey into your skin. Without warning, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. You steadied yourself with the handle on the fridge, the cold plastic contrasted so well with the heat you felt where Jake was touching that it made you almost dizzy.

Hangman was still looking up at you when he parted your lips with his tongue and licked a thin strip of your arousal. His moustache tickled against your skin in a way that only added to your arousal.

“You taste fucking magnificent” He groaned. You dropped your head back against the fridge as Jake repeated the action, slower this time, savouring the effect his torture had on you. You involuntarily bucked your hips against his chin and he tutted.

““Look at me,” he demanded. When you didn’t obey immediately, he slapped your core, sending a shockwave through your body. Your head shot forward to look at him.

“I asked you to look at me”

You hadn’t been aroused when Jake had called, and certainly not until he dropped to his knees in front of you, but when his tongue vanished inside of you for a brief moment, he resurfaced, his chin slick with your juices.

“So fucking wet, Baby” He peppered slight kisses against your clit and you whimpered

“Such a good girl” He moaned ”Tell me what you want”

“I want you to slap me again”

Jake didn’t move

“I want you to slap me again, Daddy”

His mouth left your pussy. His warmth was almost immediately replaced with the cold sting of the spank and you moaned. With no warning other than the shuffle of the fabric of his shirt, Jake fit two fingers inside you. He buried them to the knuckle. You moaned and closed your eyes at the stretch. It felt so right and yet so wrong. The pain almost made you cry, but when he removed his fingers you pouted.

“Listen when I talk. I asked you to look at me. If I have to ask you one more time, Babygirl, I’m going to have to punish you.”

His other hand fumbled to unbutton his trousers and free his cock. He gave himself a few strokes before shifting a little so you could see what he was doing. You mewled pathetically at the sight of his rock hard cock, a pearl of precum already shiny at the head.

“Maybe another time, Princess” Jake winked “Shall we start?” He asked, his hot breath hitting your bud in the most delicious way. Your pleasure-addled brain barely had time to wonder what the hell he had been doing to you if this was what it felt like when he hadn’t even started. Jake’s lips captured your clit and sucked gently, allowing his tongue to graze over your sensitive bud. His fingers started moving in and out of you, taking care to curl against that sensitive spot you somehow never managed to find.

“Did Bradshaw make you feel this good, baby?” Jake asked against your skin. You might have been annoyed that he seemed unable to keep his mouth shut if the movement didn’t make his moustache rub against your sensitive area.

The knot in your stomach began to tighten. Underneath you, Jake was thrusting his cock into his hand at increasing speed. Suddenly, he stopped and groaned, earning you another sharp suck on your clit.

“Did you just cum?” You managed to ask

“Shut the fuck up” He grumbled against your crotch. He flicked his tongue against your bud and you saw stars. Then, he licked you again with gentler strokes of his tongue. The feeling of his ministrations coupled with the image of Jake orgasming that was replaying in your head sent you further on your way to orgasm.

“I think I --”

“Shit you’re so tight around my fingers”

He thrust his fingers into you a little faster, hitting your sensitive spot every time. His tongue swirled against your clit.

“Oh Jake, just like that”

“Come on Babygirl, show Daddy how good he’s making you feel.”

“Fuck” You screamed as your core tightened around his fingers and your vision clouded with pleasure. Jake moaned into you, sending vibrations against your already oversensitive clit and your legs almost buckled. He fucked his fingers into you through your orgasm, only stopping when you moved a hand down to still his hand.

“Did he make you cum this hard, Babygirl ?” He asked between pants, a smirk planted on his face. You could only imagine what you looked like at that moment. A fucked-out look on your face, eyes glazed over and half naked in the dim light of your kitchen. Jake laughed a little. After the way he had turned you into a pathetic, moaning mess, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off his face.

“You came fast”

You looked at him. Jake had evidently been careful to cum into his underwear, as evidenced by the large wet patch on the red fabric of his boxer shorts, but as you looked, something caught your eyes.

He stood up, shooting you a glare.

“Look, if you’re going to make fun of me --”

Jake stopped as you ran a finger against his leg, picking up a fat droplet of thick, white cum and licking it off of your finger

“You missed a spot, Daddy”

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #fanfiction #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #original fic #jake seresin #hangman top gun

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redfurrycat · 1 year

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Top Gun: Peacock 🤠+🐓= 🦚 [Part 1]

Mitchell Nicholas Bradshaw-Seresin is the son of one Bradley Rooster Bradshaw (Current Top Gun AirBoss, after Beau Cyclone Simpson retires, finally done with Maverick’s bullshit) and one Jake Hangman Seresin (currently test piloting for the Navy when he’s not doing suicide missions and refusing promotions, successor of Pete Maverick Mitchell).

He’s named after two of his grandparents… It’s Icepops’ idea, and everyone quietly agrees, Ice has always the best of ideas after all. Also Mavdad’s all misty-eyed for weeks, and Little Mitchell has his namesake already wrapped around his finger: he’s regaled with stories involving the Original Bradshaws and the Wisest Squad, aka the 86’ promotion.

Soon enough, it becomes quite clear that Mitchell is the absolute carbon copy of his Hangdad (“My Baby looks good, very good, almost too good to be true”…”Yeah, yeah, Seresin, shut the hell up”…”It’s Seresin-Bradshaw to you.”…If no one stops them, those two keep going, and no one wants Dagger Baby to be scarred for life. Natasha Phoenix Trace and Javy Coyote Machado take it upon themselves to protect their favourite godson from his parents’ lovey-dovey bullshit).

However, Roospop teaches his son how to play and sing the Bradshaw song, “Great Balls of Fire”, as well as the Seresin song, “Slow Ride”. He also gifts him a fake Top Gun helmet engraved with his (future) call sign Peacock. One day, Little Mitchell Nicholas asked his pop why he’s sometimes called Rooster and why Grandpa is sometimes referred to as Goose. [When he becomes a navy fighter pilot much later, he wishes to follow the Bradshaw Callsign Tradition and succeeds in choosing his own pilot name, aka Peacock.]

From this point, Mitchell develops an obsession with everything bird-related. He begs his Icepop and Mavdad (“Forget the ‘grand’ part, kiddo, we’re not old”…”Sorry to disappoint you, dear husband of mine, but we are old ”…”Shut you damned good-looking lips, Ice Ice Baby”…Oh yeah, the lovey-dovey bullshit is coming from somewhere :P) to go to the zoo to see ALL the birds. There he’s making friends with real peacocks and is absolutely in awe with their feathers and even brings one home. He also wants to bring back a peacock, Mavdad volunteering for the “stealing” part -anything for his namesake-, but Ice says no and buys him a very big plushie instead…

This is part I of my very first prompt(ish)/fanfic(ish) post EVER on Tumblr…I even did a montage to go with it… Do wonder never cease X)

[But let’s give to Caesar what belongs to his laurelled head. This post first started because I stumbled across this, with the marvellous gifs of moustached Glen Powell from @unicornships Tumblr, then @scottishaccentsareawesome‘s comment about how GP with a moustache is Hangster’s lovechild, then I did some brainstorming because of it, and now here we are!]

More to come….. :)

[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5] - [part 6] - [part 7] - [part 8]

#Mitchell Nicholas Seresin-Bradshaw au #hangster are daaaaads!#Icemav are distinguished and chaotic (grand)parents!#Phoenix and Coyote are the sensible godparents!#hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #hangman x rooster #icemav #Cyclone Update: enjoying witnessing what kind of bullshit Seresin has made recently #and sending Bradshaw postcards about his holidays with Warlock…#with several “see?!-see?! what I had to go through all the time?” comments.#Revenge is oh so sweet.#🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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glen w a mustache is such a jump scare my god good thing he didn’t get the role of rooster dkfkekd

I’d still smash but the world would be such a sad place if Miles hadn’t gotten those highlights, that spray tan and that moustache 😭😭

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Ok I gotta ask where are you finding these pictures of jumpscare/18 yr old Jake? 😭

And also, somehow, that moustached Glen jumpscared me even more than 18 yr old

I hadn't seen like any of those until today lol!! I just googled young Glen Powell and there he was!!

here are some more (TRIGGER WARNING):

#I gave you sour and sweet #like biting then kissing you #sorry bestie #except I am not #silver springs #m answers

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crinkled-emotions · 1 year

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Hey!

I had this prompt saved into a big document with some others I was hoping to get a chance to write some day, but for the life of me I can't find where it was originally posted from on here to link the person🙈😭....

"I should probably be at home sleeping off this terrible cold, but there's so much to do for the holidays. No, I don't need help."

I thought it might work well for Rooster, with Mav, Penny and the Daggers too maybe coming together to celebrate. No pressure to write at all! I love everything you write so much so I'm happy with anything haha

Oh this sounds like fun, anon! Love it! I’m working on some other fics rn, but hopefully you enjoy this!

I love how Glen’s looking like he’s got his game face on while Miles is considering all of his life choices 😂 we’ve all been there.

"Bradley! Can you do me a favour and hang up those lights?"

"These ones?"

Rooster pulled open the box of fairy lights Penny had left on the bar top and she nodded, smiling at him.

"I think they'd look great around the rafters, are you okay to get them up there?"

"Yeah, I got it."

He staggered as he opened the box, falling into a fit of sneezes. There was a collection of giggles and snorts around the bar from the Daggers, Maverick and Amelia as well as Penny who raised an eyebrow.

"Bless you!"

"It's the- uh. Dust-"

He sneezed again unexpectedly, grimacing as he reached for the napkins tossed on to the bar too.

"C'mon Sneezy, let's get those lights up," Payback said as he wandered over to Rooster. The pair took the lights and began stringing them from the exposed beams. When Rooster couldn't reach he enlisted Bob on to his shoulders, reminiscent of their dogfight football. This time Rooster struggled a little to get him on instead of hefting Bob up easily, wincing as Bob pulled on his shirt a little to get himself up.

"You good?" Phoenix asked Rooster, arms on her hips. She didn't look even slightly serious with the reindeer ears on her head and he grinned at her, admittedly a little forced.

"Great, why?"

"You're looking a little pale."

"Oh, uh, nothing to worry 'bout. M'fine."

"Uh, I know that look," Bob said as he finished zip-tying the lights to the exposed beams.

"What look?" Hangman called out as he walked in. He paused, whistling at Rooster.

"Why the long face? What happened, Mav tell you you can't fly?"

"Bagman! Twenty push ups."

“Yes, sir,” Hangman beamed, pulling his sunglasses off and getting on the ground at Maverick’s instruction.

“I didn’t mean actually- ah, fuck it. Make it forty.”

Jake made a start and everyone laughed, attention off Rooster while they tried to distract Hangman. Bob, still on Rooster’s shoulders, pulled gently at his hair.

“Are you really okay, or are you saying it because Mav and Penny have been so excited for this ever since they started talking about it?”

Damn fucking stealth wizzo-

“No, no Bob, I’m all good. Let’s get you down.”

With some awkward movements, Bob landed on his feet on the ground and Rooster stood back to his full height, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck. The headache that had been quietly worsening over the last hour was now full force and Rooster decided he couldn’t go the rest of the day without painkillers otherwise he could and would throw up.

“Where did Rooster go? I need him to- Daggers!”

Maverick clapped his hands, rolling his eyes when they all put down their beers and leapt up from their spot on one of the Hard Deck couches. Maverick cocked an eyebrow at Bob who put down his Coke too, raising his hands in placating surrender.

“We’re taking a break, pops, we needed refreshments,” Hangman said easily. Maverick rolled his eyes.

“Good for you, kids. Now, has anyone seen Rooster? He’s about 6 foot tall, has a moustache and a rather bitchy attitude sometimes-”

“-I think I saw him go into the bathroom. We have been working since 10am, Mav, it’s nearly 6pm. Give him a minute, or me and Payback can do it for you.”

Maverick’s shoulders relaxed.

“Okay, did you want to take a little more time or just do it now?”

“We can do it now,” Payback said, putting his phone back in his pocket. Hangman, Payback and Maverick all walked out to the back of the bar just in time for Rooster to reappear from the bathroom. His nose was red, and when Phoenix sat down he flopped on top of her with his head in her lap.

“Everything hurts,” he complained.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Let me help,” she said, instinctively running her fingers through his hair.

“I should probably be at home sleeping off this fuckin’ cold, but there’s so much to do for the holidays.”

Rooster pulled himself upright, scrubbing at his face.

“No, I don’t need help.”

“You’re doin’ a great impression of Rudolph there, Roos, really getting into the festive spirit,” Hangman said as he rejoined them, apparently done with helping Maverick and Payback.

“Sit and twist, Bagman, you wouldn’t know festive spirit if it smacked you on the ass,” Phoenix huffed. Jake stretched out on the other couch, raising an eyebrow ever so slightly. When he didn’t respond to Phoenix’s snap she took it to mean he was done being bitchy and instead put her hand on Rooster’s shoulder.

“Do you want to go home? Mav and Penny won’t mind, they want you healthy and safe,” she said. He shrugged her off, getting up from the couch to join Maverick. When Phoenix glared at Hangman, he shrugged.

“What?”

“You’re an asshole; anyone ever tell you that?”

“Surprisingly, yeah, I get it a lot.”

“Hey, kid, mind coming and helping with the- Bradley, honey, what’s the matter?”

Penny paused mid-beer pour, reaching over to put her hand to his forehead. When she didn’t find a fever but he still looked like shit, she ran her hand down his back and guided him to a chair behind the bar.

“Talk to me,” she said, flipping her hair off her shoulder to focus on him. Rooster shrugged, scratching at his nose.

“I think I’m sick, I’m really sorry Penny, I know you wanted me all in on this-”

“-Bradley?”

Maverick appeared out of nowhere, skirting around the bar to fuss over his godson too. Rooster swatted at both of them gently, leaning his back against the seat.

“I dunno, just- my head hurts, I can’t keep my eyes open I’m so tired, and- and my throat burns.”

“Roos, why didn’t you say something? God, you should be at home, in bed.”

Maverick’s hand, firm on his back, made everything so much easier and Penny smiled.

“Why don’t you take him home, Pete, make sure he gets into bed okay.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. C’mon Roos, up you get.”

With Maverick as a crutch (perfect height, too), Rooster staggered through the small crowd (it was a Daggers and invitation only night, considering it was Christmas and Penny didn’t feel like kicking assholes other than Jake Seresin out) until he and Mav were outside. In the warm San Diego air, nothing but the stars and the sound of the waves around them, Rooster finally fell to his knees and started coughing, hard enough to gasp for air.

“Shit, kid, I knew this was going to happen.”

Maverick knelt by him, giving his back some firm thumps as the coughing finally died down.

“Not gonna hurl are you?”

“No. Don’t think so.”

Getting his legs back under him, Maverick pulled Rooster back up and wrapped an arm securely around his waist.

“Lean on me, kid, c’mon, that’s it...”

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moonweaver86 · 2 years

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I crocheted Glen and Ron. Ron even has Mr. Moustache! Glen is post methbay, so one arm is more muscular than the other. I'm very proud of how they turned out, all the details that went into them. I'm going to be doing all the Daddies from season 1, then I'll go onto season 2.

#dungeons and daddies #crochet #amigurumi

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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nooooo i can't believe y'all have me going insane over a moustached glen on this lovely tuesday evening 😩😭 lemme just watch that video again for the 101st time...🥴

i wish i could apologise for this one dear anon, but i really aint sorry because everybody needs to experience this!!! 🥴

yeah wait lemme join you on that one dear anon!!!! 💌😵‍💫

#💌you’ve got mail #the agenda is spreading #walt finn finnegan

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519magazine · 1 year

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ricciardhoes-archive · 2 years

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Love, did you watch Top Gun Maverick?????

Look, I am not really fond of Tom Cruise, but I'll let that go this one time. And the rest of the guys and gals!! 🤌🏽

Jennifer Connelly is gorgeous as ever ♥️

Also, Miles Teller's moustache, sun-kissed hair, tanned and toned body-ody-ody-ody-ody!

And Danny Ramirez, Monica Barbaro, Jay Ellis, Glen Powell, Jon Hamm, Manny Jacinto 👀

Also, it's a really well made sequel.

hiiii i did not! but i’ve heard it’s good & seen stuff from tiktok 👀 so maybe i’ll have to watch!!!

#hope you’re keeping well my love #italian anon #(this is you right i’m guessing based off how you’ve written this)#ask.txt

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whiskhairs · 4 years

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Glen Trivett by Liam Oakes of Liam Oakes Photo

#whiskHAIRs #Glen Trivett #Liam Oakes #Liam Oakes Photo #beard #moustache

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redfurrycat · 1 year

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Top Gun: Peacock (AU)

He's named after two of his grandparents… It’s Icepops’ idea, and everyone quietly agrees, Ice has always the best of ideas after all. Also Mavdad’s all misty-eyed for weeks, and Little Mitchell has his namesake already wrapped around his finger: he’s regaled with stories involving the Original Bradshaws and the Wisest Squad, aka the 86’ promotion.

This is part I of my very first prompt(ish)/fanfic(ish) post EVER on Tumblr…I even did a montage to go with it… Do wonder never cease X)

More to come..... :)

#Mitchell Nicholas Seresin-Bradshaw #hangster are daaaaads!#Icemav are distinguished and chaotic (grand)parents!#Phoenix and Coyote are the sensible godparents!#hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #icemav #Cyclone Update: enjoying witnessing what kind of bullshit Seresin has made recently #and sending Bradshaw postcards about his holidays with Warlock…#with several “see?!-see?! what I had to go through all the time?” comments.#Revenge is oh so sweet.#Homemade collage

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