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deepperplexity · 1 year

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Prompt: 1. Home For Christmas

Pairing: Brandon x Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

A/N: I'm a day late due to being super-duper sick, have been for 2 weeks now but I will do my best to make sure you'll get a fic a day until Christmas Eve darlings! 💚 We are kicking this month’s shenanigans off with our sweet Colonel Brandon returning home from overseas to you, his beloved wife, after being apart for nearly six months. I hope you’ll enjoy this very first fic 💚

Tags/TW’s: Fluff, Kissing, Longing

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1,8k+

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There was a dreary quietness constantly present at Delaford Estate recently. The staff was lovely and caring. You never lacked company or conversation. Yet, it was not right. There was a longing, a missing, within your heart that none could calm or remove but your beloved husband, your dear Christopher.

Christmas was approaching, when he had left the flowers had been in full bloom as summer had begun but now the ground was covered in glistening snow and there had been no news of his whereabouts for the past two weeks. You usually received at least one letter a week and the absence of news had constructed a knot in your stomach.

You wandered the halls, up the stairs, along corridors and past closed doors, downstairs and along the windows of the grand ballroom. Your home, in all its glory, was beginning to take on the gentleness of Christmas as the servants hung garlands, and switched the white candles for red and green ones. All around, it was slowly but surely unfolding.

“Christopher,” you whispered and looked out through the massive window, “where are you, my heart?” There came no reply, from the widespread landscape beyond covered in glistening snow or the empty halls you were so fully surrounded with. Come home to me, you thought while your fingertips graced the cold glass.

You watched as your fingers left trails of warmth behind, painting swirls and abstract patterns absentmindedly while your thoughts lingered on the gentleman you loved beyond what words could possibly describe.

A black dot appeared far off in the distance, your throat cinched itself tight as you gasped. It appeared to nearly fly over the field while snow was kicked up in a swirl all around. Closer and closer it drew, faster and faster your heart hammered.

Right at the top of the hill, it stopped. The massive black steed carried the most precious man atop its back, it reared and your smile took shape — spreading your cheeks wide as you ran to your left, opening the glass doors cleverly hidden among the windows.

The cold air of December greeted you, stroking your bare arms only slightly covered with a silken scarf, and you ran. “Christopher!” you shouted with joy as the steed set off in another gallop, heading straight for you as you bolted down the slipper stone stairs with eager relief at seeing your husband anew. “Christopher!” you called again with laughter in your voice, dropping the scarf being tugged at by the wind. Your minty green dress bounced around your running legs and you were too overjoyed by his arrival to even lift it up from the snow below.

You dashed along the covered gravel, flicked open the back gate of icy iron, and laughed as he halted his horse with a whinnying neigh carried towards the cloudy sky above.

You were in his arms the next second. Oh God, how I have longed for you, my heart, you thought while his sturdy arms came around your waist and he lifted you up so your feet lost their contact with the ground below. “Darling, oh, my darling,” he murmured by your ear as one of his hands grasped your neck while the other arm and hand held a firm grasp of your middle part while he lowered you down gently, still pressing you against his taller frame.

“How I have missed you, my love,” he said by your ear in that baritone, rumbling voice that sent shivers along your spine while the tip of his hooked nose dug into your upper shoulder.

“I’ve longed for you with every beating of my heart,” you said as tears rolled down your cheeks when his musky, sweet scent reached your nose and mingled with the smell of horse and salty sweat. You inhaled as deeply as you could before a slightly choked laugh bubbled up from your throat.

“Let me view you, my darling,” Christopher said as he loosened his grip and leaned back, but your lower halves remained pressed against one another. His light grey eyes roamed your features while his cold hand came around to stroke your blushing cheek. He watched you with such reverence, such warmth and joy, your heart could scarcely take it for much longer.

Your eyes met his before they danced over his features, from the perfectly large nose to the marvellously thin lips you knew to be incredibly soft to the touch. “Beautiful,” he whispered and you slid your hands up from his chest to grasp his sturdy neck, pulling him towards you. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice a throaty sound as his viewing of you alone set your insides ablaze with unrelenting warmth. “As I love you,” he replied and dove in for your lips.

Your mouths crashed against one another, sealing you together while your tongues darted out gently to dance and caress each other. Marvelling in each others’ tastes and warmth, gripping and kissing each other oh-so-fiercely. He had come home to you, and not a minute too soon.

You whimpered as he groaned into your mouth. Longing and love mixing and tangling with each other while his large hands grabbed at your dress and neck, pulling you as close as possible. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough when there was fabric, or even air, between the two of you. Ever since your wedding day, he had been the one thing you could never have too close.

However, as your lungs began to burn and the heat within was unable to battle the cold air around, your mouths parted with a gasp shared between you both. His eyes hooked yours, yours refused to let go of the connection.

“How I have missed you, most grievously so,” your husband said with a calm severity to his voice that elicited the sweetest sensation within your heart. “As I have you, my sweetest heart,” you replied just as his lips widened with the most beautiful smile in tune with your own display of joy.

He reached for the reins of his horse, separating the two of you for a moment before you could wrap your arm around his. The coarse but soft coat he wore felt offensive to your bare skin as you so longed to grace each inch of his pale skin once more. You had no wish for propriety or sensible waiting, you wished to view each sliver of him and assert that he was indeed home and wholly yours once more.

“Why have you not written?” you asked as you crossed through the back garden. “Oh, my love,” he began, “I wished to do so, but I hadn’t the chance. My mind was fully occupied with returning to you, darling, and the postage services are nearly inoperable at Christmas time, swamped as they are.” Oh, that makes utter sense now that I think of it for a moment, you thought while you leaned further into your husband.

“I worried,” you whispered, the sensation slipping away fully along with the confession. “I apologies, my love,” he murmured and tensed his arm, the voice he spoke with bore the markings of guilt for a little moment but you tilted your head and beamed up at him. Simply happy he had returned, safe and sound, in time for Christmas.

“Colonel Brandon, sir,” said Anthony, the stable boy, and bowed deeply. “May I take your horse, Colonel?” he continued with a smile and Christopher nodded, a sharp motion of his head, while he held out the reins and Anthony smiled widely at him. “Welcome home, sir,” he said with another bow of his head. “Thank you,” Christopher replied and then the boy led away the horse just as the two of you began to traverse the stone steps up towards the open glass doors to the ballroom.

“We will make a mess,” you whispered while looking down at your slightly sodden dress and the almost wet slippers from the snow your body heat had melted. Your husband merely glanced down and smiled, a sly smirk that tugged one side of his mouth upwards in a most handsome way.

The next moment, you giggled out a shriek as he hoisted you up bridal style and stomped off the snow from his shiny black boots before entering the ballroom. “We cannot be making a mess of the floors when they shine so prettily,” he said in a low humming and you clung to his neck with a girly giddiness. You always adored when he carried you, making you feel as light as a feather and in perfectly capable hands.

“I know of something far prettier, that I would adore making a mess of, in due time,” he whispered and you gasped, your cheeks heating and your stomach tightening with cording nerves and warming softness. “Christopher,” you chided in a soft whisper, even if you adored his mischievous side. “But it will have to wait, I sense a large welcoming taking place,” he said as he stopped by the flickering fire in the grand hearth of polished stone and wrought iron. He sat you down on the padded bench before it, allowing your sodden dress and cold feet to heat up and dry with the fire’s help.

And, as if he had spoken a certain truth of the future, the ballroom began to fill with the Delaford staff who all wished to welcome their master home. You sat and watched as the staff, one by one greeted your sweet husband with smiles and warmth in their eyes.

He was a good man, and now, he was finally home once more. Within reach, to touch and view, to hear and be heard by. You couldn’t stop the tears of joy seeping out before they trickled down along your cheeks and dripped from your chin before you had a chance to swipe them away.

Your heart was overjoyed, beating harder and faster than at any moment in the past six months of his absence. My heart, my husband, my Christopher, your mind chanted as he greeted the last maid with yet another soft but somewhat withheld smile.

Then he turned towards you, a warmth colouring his eyes a darker grey. How you loved him, how deeply he had rooted himself within your heart. You were not whole without him, and you had dreaded spending Christmas without him by your side.

Now, as he took your hand, you were filled with such gratitude towards the heavens for bringing him home safe and sound to you. “My love,” he said as he kissed your knuckles with a twinkle in his eyes. “My heart,” you whispered in return and then he tugged on your hand, forcing you to move forward a step while he reached out and clutched you gently. He kissed you once more, with all the passion in the world but so seductively slow it told you he had all the time in the world to adore you. You came home for Christmas, home to me… You thought while your body turned soft and pliable in his gentle hold as his lips worshipped yours and the rest of the world with all its garlands, snow and flickering candles fell away.

He was home.

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A/N: Oh, I so hope you enjoyed this fluffy and light introduction to RICKMAS 2022! We have so much ahead of us and I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy every moment of this crazy month of daily fics!

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talistableau · 2 years

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This is part one of hopefully many, I’ve been so excited to share this , thoughts and suggestions are more than welcome! My asks are open as of now so feel free to send in one shots! and fic ideas!

A few content warnings of this part quickly

mention of loss of parents, hints to childhood trauma, bullying, teenage pregnancy, alcohol, drugs and mature-ish language

Without further ado, enjoy! 1.9k words!

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Eddie didn’t know who he was hoping to see more when he walked through the door and into the halloween party he had been waiting all week for. The music blaring from all four walls and reverberating in his head that was already cloudy and vague from the joint he’d smoked on the drive over.

Chrissy was definitely on the list, he’d wanted to talk to her ever since sophomore year but chickened out at every opportunity—fearing the insults and heckles she could bestow on him like her friends did regularly.

But you. He had been toying with the idea of conversing with you ever since freshman year when you had worn a Black Sabbath t-shirt with a ripped miniskirt on your very first day, which he thought was pretty darn cool. And brave to say the least. When he finally grew the balls to talk to you, you had disappeared and he thought he’d lost his chance forever.

That thought soon changed when he had nipped into Family Video four—nearly five years later and his newfound best friend, Steve, had decided to finally spill the beans that Robin had sworn him to secrecy about.

“Oh, you remember y/n?” He began, Eddie’s ears pricking up as he nodded with an affirming hum at your name. “She’s back in Hawkins. She’s apparently coming to my party too. This is your chance, man, you were crazy about that chick for years. We could all tell.”

Which brings us back here. You were the reason he came in the first place, so perhaps Chrissy could wait a little longer. Grabbing himself a beer he began his search for the familiar coiled hair and boisterous laughter. Turning to leave the living room in defeat after an hour, he spotted you, standing on the stairs and leaning against the bannister talking to Robin, he didn’t know you two knew each other. You were in a strikingly familiar golden bikini, with your hair tied up in the classic space buns wrapped perfectly on your head, he couldn’t help but stare, embarrassedly looking away when Robin caught his eye and sent him a sickening grin.

He felt severely underdressed. He had just grabbed a cheap pair of stick- in fangs from the garage, an old trench coat and smeared some fake blood on his face—boom, Dracula. Whereas you, you looked like a goddess. Golden eyeshadow coated your lids with sharp winged eyeliner. He determined then and there, that gold, without a doubt, was definitely your colour.

Robin nodded towards someone, you turning your head to see where her eyes were leading you.

“Okay don’t tell him I said this but he’s super into you.” She blabbed, evidently no longer being able to keep this secret, “Like super duper, ‘hey i’m so crazy about you but you don’t know I exist’ type of into you, but you didn’t hear that from me, okay?” She raised a brow, you laughing in response. A mixture of shock and genuine amusement.

“Eddie’s into me?” You repeated.

You had definitely known he existed. Jesus, of course you had, you had harboured the biggest crush on him in your final year of middle school that continued on. You had no clue he felt the same way about you. Suddenly, you began to wish you hadn’t left, perhaps if you’d stayed then something would’ve happened with the pair of you.

Robin's eyes grew wide. “Yes!” She practically yelled, “God, yes! Like since freshman year,” Your own eyes grew wide at this, a grin tugging at your lips. “Go talk to him!” She ushered, lightly taking hold of your shoulders and turning you around to lead you downstairs.

“Robin! Robin, no—robin!” You hissed as she gave one final push from behind, and suddenly you were standing right in front of him, able to see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“M’lady.”

“Hi.” You laughed awkwardly, “Sorry about her, she doesn’t get out much.” You joked, the twitch of his mouth turning into a full-blow grin that you couldn’t help but replicate.

“Ah don’t sweat it,” He said, subtly eyeing you and sipping his beer “Cool costume. Didn’t have you down as a nerd though.”

Your grin slipped then grew wider if it were possible, “Thanks. I think.” You laughed again “Being a nerd is the new cool, haven't you heard?”

“Guess I've been cool since birth then.” He said smoothly, accompanied by a wink that made your knees weak. “So what happened? You just uh,” He chuckled, “Kind of fell off the face of the earth.”

You nod, sucking in a breath. “Yeah I sorta..had a kid.” You itch the side of your nose, bumping the small gem piercing and smiling again. “Ozzy. Ten points if you can guess how I named him.”

The choke on his beer made you stifle a snicker, “That’s how I got all these piercings. See, once you’ve been through childbirth, they’re pretty much nothing compared to it.”

“Wow.” He began, speaking through a laugh. “So.. morale of the story being that you’re a milf now?”

You couldn’t help but feel flushed at his words, bashfully blinking and biting your lip briefly to not grin yet again. What was he doing to you? “Okay, that is so not normally the reaction I get when I tell people about Oz.”

He shrugged, feigning neutrality, the smirk slowly appearing on his face and reddened cheeks betraying him. “What brings you back to Hawkins? Is Ozzy Osbourne Jr starting kindergarten?��

You shook your head, trying hard not to just spin in a circle or jump up and down in joy. In the past, anyone you told about your son would make some excuse to leave, their taxi was outside or they were running late or some bullshit thing like that. Eddie seemed genuinely interested and you had never been more attracted to somebody in your life.

“No, he’s already in Kindergarten, he’s gonna be four soon,” you shrugged, “Just thought everyone missed my presence too much and decided to grace you all with it again.” It was your turn to wink at him and he was melting. “You’re welcome.”

He whistled, a hum at the back of his throat as he took another sip of his beer before he spoke. “Is it just you back in Hawkins with the munchkin?”

“Pretty much,” You agreed, “His dad doesn’t want shit to do with either of us and my folks didn’t want to come back to Hawkins so it’s just us.” you continued, “Got a cheap trailer up at Forest Hills.”

Something in Eddie’s face changed at this. A twinkle grew prominent in his eye and coupled with that damn twitch in the corner of his mouth, you knew something was up. Nothing bad, it seemed. But something.

“Guess I should’ve introduced myself as your neighbour then, huh,”

Gawking, you pushed his shoulder gently. “No fucking way,” you beamed. “Yours is the big white van at the end, I'm guessing?” raising a brow you went on, “A tour van for..”

“Corroded Coffin!” You snapped your fingers as the band name dawned on you. How on earth could you forget them with a name like that? Memories of Hawkins Middle School coming flooding back.

His jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but giggle at how dramatic he was, especially when he put his hand over his heart, “Y/N! You remembered! I didn’t know you cared that much!”

“Are you kidding?” You gasped, mocking his pose. “I had the biggest crush on you from like thirteen plus. I was simply smitten! and by the way, according to Robbie, you did too.” You tease, playfully poking his chest with your nail.

He grinned, turning away from you and waving his hand. “Oh stop, sweetheart, I'll blush.”

“Not a denial.” You point out, running your tongue over your front teeth. You decided to stop with the teasing—for now. “So where do your band gig?”

Eddie seemed thankful for the change in subject. “The Hideout, Tuesday nights, we gig there.” He said a bit too quickly, a small squeal of excitement being heard in your mind.

“For real?” You began, keeping your voice calm to not give away what you were about to say. “Guess I'll see you guys on Tuesday night then.”

A smile reminiscent of the cheshire cat made its way onto Eddie’s face, “Oh yeah? You desperate to see me shred it live on stage?”

You hummed in somewhat agreement, lifting a single shoulder and looking at him, “Don’t really have a say in it, I just got a job bartending in there.”

His eyes grew wide, crossing his arms over each other. “No kidding, when do you start?”

You leant down to a side table, grabbing yourself a can of cider, struggling to open it momentarily with the length of your nails but you got it open. “Tomorrow actually,” you laugh, “So I should really head home soon, don’t wanna get fired before I can hear you shred it live on stage.”

You took a sip of it, your nose scrunching as you had forgotten how vile it really was on the first sip, you hadn’t had any alcohol or had the opportunity for alcohol in almost two years.

“You want a ride home?” Eddie offered, “I was going that way, anyway, and I've only had one beer,” He quipped, making you smile gratefully, nodding. “Yeah that’d be great, thanks. I’ll just go say bye to Robbie first, meet you at the van?”

“Sure thang, sweetheart.” He agreed, kicking himself internally at his choice of syntax. ‘sure thang?’ Who was he? Why had he said that?

You paused for a moment, laughing as you left and approached Robin who was talking to Nancy, the latter embracing you excitedly, glad to see you back again. She wasn’t the only one.

It was then that the scary realisation dawned on Eddie. The realisation being that he hadn’t spoken to Chrissy who stood no more than ten feet away from him. The scary part being that he no longer even wanted to talk to Chrissy. Just you.

Walking out to his van, he couldn’t believe how well tonight had gone. Part of him was scared that you wouldn’t remember him, and I mean who would? He was just Eddie Munson—Edward Munson the last time you saw him. Dorky Edward with the buzz cut and the guitar-shaped backpack. Dorky Edward the fantasy fanatic, desperately clinging onto other worlds and made up lands to try and escape the one he was trapped in. The one with no parents, one dead, one a deadbeat.

But you saw past all of that. It turned out that you always had, requiting the same feelings that he had held for you for years, it felt too good to be true, but it wasn’t. It was real, you had said it to him with no malice or cruelty, it was just you admitting something that he never ever could, too afraid of rejection and heartbreak.

Even if it very well would end in heartbreak, he felt that he had to try. Hell, he needed to try. You were worth the possibility of that pain. That and more. You were worth everything, even the thing that he had been trying his damned hardest to avoid ever since he was seven and his folks split.

Love.

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tojisun · 8 months

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1, 5, 12 & 40 for the ask game! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, love 💌🫶🏻✨

weird (?) asks

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)

it’s all the fictional older ppl im in luv w fr 😭 hange zoe and the way they melt away from their ‘crazy’ persona when they’re with you because with you, they don’t need to pretend. toji fushiguro and the way he loves so few people but when he does, he loves wholly. jake sully and the way he keeps on fighting for those he loves. simon riley and the way he’s so tactile because he needs to feel you alive; he needs to feel the way you’re safe

clearly im delusional <3

5. what colour are your eyes?

black? super duper dark brown that they look black? i dunno what exactly it is but i do have a picture of myself floating around in my blog and if you do see it, all you’d see are pools of black fr

12. what kind of day is it?

cloudy and chilly!! picture the twilight movie, with the blue tint and all – that’s how it looks like, and i luv it! i just left work to go to my afternoon class, but all i wanna do is take a stroll and enjoy the day

40. did you have snacks today?

i did! it’s those panda cookies with chocolate inside!! so yummy <33

thank you my luv, and i also hope that you’re having an amazing night/morning!! mwah mwah

#alora <3 #ghosts-cyphera #ask #thank u my sweet for sending <333 cant wait to talk to u later teehee #sorry for rambling omgg

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transingthoseformers · 1 month

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Sorry guys, might not be able to get a picture of the eclipse, it's super duper cloudy outside

#I'll try though

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bitletsanddrabbles · 2 months

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I hate this...

I have ideas. I know where stories are going.

That scene in Stolen Child I've been screaming about forever? Yeah, had a brain wave about it last week. Maybe not enough to get me through the scene, but enough to get me to the next transition and restructure where I give the audience information so it flows better.

But every time I get time to write...even on my days off...I'm suddenly...

So.

Damn.

Tired.

I mean, I even took a nap today! And now I'm groggy, can't focus, and it's too late in the day for caffeine. If I'd have taken a nap yesterday, I'd have been in the same boat (by not taking one I at least got some photography done).

I do not get the sudden sleepies! I'm sleeping well enough. At least I think I am. I'm not awake to find out, at any rate. I'm not getting more-or-less exercise (well, okay, Monday was kinda hell at work, but that was a one off).

My only thought was that it got Sunny and Warm and then today went back to being Cloudy and Overcast, but I was not super duper tired on the other Sunny and Warm days either - just yesterday!

And it's super frustrating!

#random sleepies #do not want

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theplaypenparklogs · 7 months

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LOG 1 - [Divorce Pop Tarts]

So frankly, I don’t recall much of it, but since you’ve asked, sure. But also, why would you even want to hear this? It’s been too long, for me and for you.

…

You still wanna?

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Mkay.

…

So you remember when she used to hit us with those plastic hangers? The big fat ones? Compact and slightly heavy? Hurts like a bitch when you would accidentally fling it off into your face? Yeah, don’t remember? Yeah, thought so too, don’t worry, I also don’t, I just made that up.

Since all I remember is the pain, then I’ll be as dramatic as possible and also I hope you stop listening at some point and I can drop this retelling or whatever so we can get to other important stuff.

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You still wanna?

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Damn sure. Ok, so when she used to hit us, I wished super duper hard she would be quick yknow? Like, I don’t know about you, since you don’t remember much, but I knew, she would never completely stop, just sometimes it would last longer or sometimes, it was quick. So yeah, I usually hoped she would go at it quicker and then ignore us cuz it always hurt more when she dragged the hanger sessions on and off.

Yeah, anyways, so one day, I remember, she hit my head, it dragged out my hair and by some whatever bad luck, also dragged my body to hit the corner of the table. The mahogany table yknow? The super solid, clunky one, we hid under the table and all? You don’t remember?

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You still wanna?

…

Yeah, so I was saying, old table, kinda stank. Like old people yeah? It was from our grandparents, grandparents, grandparents and so on it went, super ancient. Never asked how old it really was. Decrepit looking. Yeah. That table. Hit my head there, started bleeding, got all woozy and shit. Table was dark wood so It didn’t show much but still, it was the first time the pain actually registered as serious. It was also the last time.

It hurt.

Like a lot, I’m thankful you never got hurt as seriously as I did cuz I’m pretty sure I lost half of my braincells that day. Like the permanent vacation kinda lost. Yeah, so she saw the bleeding, and I like to think she thought she fucked up and all because she ran outta the room and called a number, which now that I think of it. Was probably our aunt, because no self-respecting people like her would actually call the emergency to treat the kid they were hitting.

She started whispering and i just sat there, near the table, kinda cloudy and all. Couldn’t think straight at all, at that time. But there was one clear thing I really wanted.

I didn’t wanna see her anymore and I didn’t wanna be hit by her anymore.

It hurt. It still hurts sometimes yknow?

So yeah, oh, and I also wanted pop tarts.

I really wanted it yeah.

And that’s all I can remember about that day. After, I remember, our aunt came to treat me, and she brought a box of pop tarts, so that was nice, cuz yknow, I really wanted some! I’m still surprised though, she usually always brought that same flavour of pop tarts, I think it was called .

uhh, the blueberyy one, like, tasted kinda mediocre-ish? You don’t remember?

…

You still wanna?

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Uhh, yeah, so she brough this time a different flavour, it was like, plain on top, but with white frosting in the center with some dark specks in it. I’m not too sure, maybe chocolate? Dunno. But yeah, that day, she brought a new flavour of pop tarts, bandaged my head and then left.

She was really nice. She’s still really nice, I should bring you to her one of these days, I don’t think we’ve met up with her often these past few years.

My bad, I keep going off onto other things, sorry.

So right, im sorry, it’s just the taste of those pop tarts, it was really good, I dont even know what it actually tasted like, but It was just so good. Delicious.

Uhrgh, sorry, sorry. Ok, yeah, so I ate those, and then during our cousins sleepover, we all finished the box. I was pretty sad about it not gonna lie. But it was enough for a few days since they couldn’t cook for us. I think they were really busy that time of the year, so no time for breakfast or lunch or anything.

So yeah, anyways, I wished for her to stop it and miraculously, after that day, she did! They got a divorce like you know. It went as well as it could and here we are, both housing with him.

You don’t remember?

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You still wannaaa??

…

Then I don’t have much to say anymore. All I can remember is pop tarts, a really bad headache and lucky us divorce!

Yeah that’s it.

Ok, now, go to sleep. I know you won’t be studying tonight since I saw you buying that new game, the dating sim one, yeah, I know what you’re doing, ok, now, bye bye.

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thetragicallynerdy · 11 months

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Oh! Oh! 💥 & 💫?

Ohhh hello hello, thanks friend!!!

💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.

Okay, this was actually really neat because it wasn't the fic I was expecting it to be - I haven't really checked that aspect of my Ao3 stats in a while!

My least kudos'd fic is i've got sunshine on a cloudy day - it's an Ed-centric OFMD fic that's set in the poly au 'verse. It's a fic where Ed finds a kitten, and eventually gets to keep it. I wrote it for the tiniest holiday fic exchange between me and two of my best buds, and ahhh I really love it still. It's just a really soft fic!! And has a lot of soft domestic polyamory vibes, in a way that was just so fun to write. And as someone who is super duper allergic to cats, writing a story where someone finds a kitten is fun in a good wish fulfillment type of way XD

It didn't get a lot of attention because it's got a strong Ed/Jim focus (along with Ed/Stede and Jim/Olu) but I adore it. It's a poly ship I really love, and I think it has a nice vibe to it.

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Ohhh boy!!! I have so many!!! Some of my faves are:

quoting lines from the story - hello you found lines you loved so much, and sometimes they are my own favourite lines, what an amazing experience

keyboard smash or emoji dump - i love it, no words only feelings

single emoji or single line comments - i especially love this because it's what i do when i really enjoyed a fic but am struggling with spoons to write something - so it feels like someone took the time to leave a comment even if it was tough in the moment

paragraphs - y'all there is no greater gift as a fic writer than feeling like someone wants to write an essay about your fic

comments telling me that i've inspired their own writing is also just. delightful

anything telling me that i've done my research or put a lot of work in and it shows is the MOST validating thing!!

anytime anyone comes to tumblr to find me and tell me they like my work is the best too, i love u with my whole heart

Anyway I am literally in love with everyone who ever comments on my stuff I am giving u all a kiss on the forehead

Thanks so much for the asks friend!!! I hope you are having a good day :)

Fic writer ask game can be found here for the curious!

#ask game #redxluna #fic writer ask game

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 11 months

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Who's To Say They Can't

Concerns and worrywarting continues to swirl after the not-so-great opening weekend of ELEMENTAL...

The talk of the town is largely "Pixar will become a sequel factory from here on out", but I'm also seeing such alarmist takes as "Pixar will be forced to make a live-action remake of one of their movies."

Meanwhile, a pal of mine and a critic who goes by Mr. Coat suggested...

Believe it or not, Pixar had considered at least one book adaptation at some point in their existence...

Remember the movie EPIC? The one about the shrunken human and all the bug warriors and such? That film, made at the sadly-defunct Blue Sky Studios, was based on the William Joyce book THE LEAF MEN AND THE BRAVE GOOD BUGS. Director Chris Wedge started the project at Fox, who was Blue Sky's home, and of course - Disney bought Fox AND Blue Sky. However, for a brief bit, Wedge was able to shop it over to Pixar... And Wedge was good friends with John Lasseter, so this book adaptation was actually going to go full-speed ahead there... Until Fox wanted it back, so the production moved back there and began around 2009, with the movie releasing in spring 2013.

Interestingly, Joyce himself was at Pixar during production of TOY STORY and A BUG'S LIFE. You can see a lot of his concept art for the former on all the film's home video release bonus features. Another one of his books, DINOSAUR BOB, was in consideration for a feature at one point, too... But someone else had the rights at the time. Several other Joyce stories became animated movies and shows, one of which was A DAY WITH WILBUR ROBINSON, which became Disney Animation's MEET THE ROBINSONS, which Lasseter heavily oversaw and had retooled during production.

So it all shows that Pixar wasn't entirely against doing movies that were based on a pre-existing source material, and not their own material. LIGHTYEAR is interestingly in that it's a spin-off of their own movie series, inspired by a character by said series. Everything else is either a homespun original story or a sequel to one of those original stories...

Personally, I wouldn't mind if they finally - after making over 27 movies - tackled a book or a comic. Something dynamic that would be brought to the screen spectacularly through animation. And it'd be something a little familiar, too, if they had trouble trying to crack the next original idea nut. I don't see why that's a bad thing, either... The big, beloved new animated movie out right now is the umpteenth cinematic adaptation of a Marvel character. The animated movie based on those Italian plumbers fighting bad turtles became the 4th highest-grossing animated film of all-time, and most folks are super-duper-pumped for webcomic adaptation NIMONA. The beloved PUSS IN BOOTS Dos from last year is a fairy tale adaptation.

So... Why not? Every other big-time animation studio in the West has adapted pre-existing works. Disney Animation has a WHOLE history of that, right down to their first ever animated feature. DreamWorks? A good chunk of their beloved movies are book adaptations, SHREK included. They even took on something biblical. Sony Animation has done it all from comics (SPIDER-VERSE, SMURFS) to children's picture books (CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS) to - also - the Bible (THE STAR). Illumination has two Dr. Seuss movies and Super Mario in their library.

Honestly, I'd love to see a filmmaker at Pixar take a crack at a fantasy novel or a really weird and wacky comic, or a sci-fi novel. And if the thing does well, they already have the sequel work built for them, and it'd be a nice way to bypass sequels to their legacy favorites like TOY STORY and THE INCREDIBLES.

HECK! Any of you remember when Pixar was supposed to join forces with Walt Disney Pictures (live-action division) and Warner Bros. to make a Brad Bird-directed adaptation of the novel 1906? Or when FINDING NEMO/WALL-E director Andrew Stanton's live-action/CG JOHN CARTER OF MARS project was initially thought to be the studio's foray into live-action? JOHN CARTER OF MARS (I often refuse to call it by the title Disney ended up giving it) had plenty of animation in it, so if Pixar were to ever do some live-action, they could do something like that.

Just a few thoughts, ya know...

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aventurasdeunatortuga · 11 months

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Zhangjiajie

I’ve spent the last 4ish days in the rural area of Zhangjiajie, in the mountains of Hunan province in south central China.

I flew in from Beijing on Saturday to Zhangjiajie and then it was an hour drive to the town of Yangjiajie. This town is mainly farmland, lots of roosters crowing, and is very warm and humid. I came here to see Zhangjiajie National Forest, which is famous for its over 3,000 sandstone pillars which are on average about 660 feet tall. They were formed about 350 million years ago due to softer rock around the pillars eroding and falling away. I have truly never seen anything like it, I cannot adequately describe how huge these things were or how amazing it was to see.

The owner of the small hotel I’m staying at, Carol, gave me an extensive run down on how to do a self-guided tour of the park; which I was glad I did instead of doing an official tour. My hotel was only about 300 meters from the park entrance, so I could walk there myself. The park itself despite being very intimidating in its sheer size and the fact that most of it is hundreds of meters in the air, was pretty easy to get around in. There is a system of cable cars to get up the mountain, and a series of buses, bridges, and hiking trails to get around the park from there.

China only very recently opened its borders for the first time in over 3 years, and it is notoriously difficult to get a Chinese visa. While in the bigger cities like Beijing there were definitely more foreigners and expats, and people in general were more used to foreigners, I’ve definitely been noticing a difference in Hunan. I think I have seen less than a dozen foreigners total in the time I’ve been here. I get a lot of stares and kids pointing at me going “哪国人！” （foreigner) I even had a family ask to take my picture with their kid because I was the first foreigner she had seen. Its understandable, not a lot of outsiders have really been traveling through here lately. It is honestly pretty refreshing to travel and be around mainly locals and not the crowd of college aged drunk backpackers that tend to frequent a lot of touristy places around the world.

Don’t get me wrong, people have been so incredibly helpful and accommodating and welcoming the entire time I’ve been here. Every single time I have gotten turned around someone has asked if they could help me. People have been so patient with my broken Chinese. And there is definitely a lot of privilege being a white English speaker that has made getting around a lot easier. I have just definitely been feeling very much like an outsider and it gets a bit wearing to have so many stares every time I do anything and even though its not the same at all it has definitely been very eye opening for what a lot of people experience daily that I haven’t experienced to this extent before.

Anyway. I spent most of Sunday exploring the park. It was really incredible. I just could not comprehend the scale of how big the pillars were. It was quite literally breathtaking and jaw dropping. More than once I stopped dead in my tracks because I just could not believe my eyes. At one point we crossed a natural bridge that had formed between two of the pillars. There were also lots of monkeys and at one point there was a gigantic sculpture to someone in the Communist party with a ton of Communist memorabilia around it, idk what that was all about but it was huge. It was super duper hot and humid but being up high in the mountains helped a lot. Once I got back down to the bottom though I realized I’d gotten sunburned despite it being cloudy. I always forget thats a thing. When I made it back to my hotel I was more sweat than person by that point.

Carol’s mom cooks meals for the hotel, so I ate very well the whole time I was in Zhangjiajie. On Saturday night they were hosting a school group from a nearby university, 20 students, a professor named Jin, and his family. I got to talk with the professor for a while. Apparently he had lived in Germany and Switzerland for over a decade while getting his degrees. He asked me a lot of questions about the US election and he honestly knew more about it than I did. He said people in China pay close attention to this because really the results impact the entire world, which is unfortunately true.

On Monday Carol had again given me extensive instructions for a self guided tour of Tianmen Mountain. This was a bit more complicated. First it involved an hour long car ride to Zhangjiajie, then taking a series of buses to get to the bottom of the mountain and a cable car to get halfway up the mountain. Tianmen Mountain （天门山）translates to Heaven’s Door Mountain. It is called this because of an incredible door like natural arch halfway up the mountain that looks like it is leading to the sky. After taking the cable car halfway up the mountain, I hiked up the famous 999 steps to 天门, Heaven’s Gate. It truly looked like we were climbing stairs directly into the sky.

Once at the top of the staircase, we entered a cave into which was astoundingly built a gigantic escalator which took us up the rest of the way to the top of the mountain. I cannot even imagine how all of this was built.

From there, we were a good 4,500 feet up in the air. I could not comprehend how high up we were. And there was a Burger King and a Bubble Tea restaurant at the top somehow. I had some lunch and them took the long winding path along the cliffside. The path was quite literally hanging off the cliff with a sheer drop of 4,500 feet below. I walked along here for about 3 kilometers, one section of the path was even a glass walk which was honestly terrifying. There were lots of little kids with their families doing the hike as well, and they were absolutely not convinced that the glass was strong enough to hold them, which was completely understandable.

I’ve noticed a lot of people visiting places like this in very fancy clothing, even little kids will wear their best dresses or traditional outfits, because people take a lot of pictures and want to look good in the pictures, even though it is very hot and humid and there is a lot of physical activity.

After hiking I arrived to 天门山死, Tianmenshan Temple. Which, again, was incredible that such a huge temple was built so high up. From there I took something similar to a skilift to take me back to the start of the mountain path, and from there took a cablecar all the way back to town. I was told that this last cablecar was one of the longest cablecars in the world, and it certainly seemed like it. It brought us from 4,500 at the top of the mountain all the way back to the ground in the middle of town 30 minutes later. It was really cool. The line to get in it was pretty intense though. The park tries to limit traffic by only selling 3,000 tickets per hour, which is considered very few tickets given the size of the park, but the problem arises when everyone leaves the park at the same time at the end of the day. This resulted in a very enormous line to get down.

From there I took a shared car to get to my hotel. A lot of people live in very rural areas in the provinces and its tough to make the trek into the city from there so whenever someone drives from the city to town or vice versa they try to fill up the car with people. People generally chip in for gas so its like a rural version of uber without the app. People just roll their window down if they see someone standing on the street or walking down the road and ask if they want a lift.

My window in my room had a gap where it wouldn’t shut all the way so it was letting mosquitoes in. I had managed to block it the last two nights and it wasn’t bad at all but because a rainstorm was incoming there were way more bugs tonight than before. I’m talking thirty to forty mosquitos and other giant bugs I don’t know what they were and don’t really want to know. They’d all gotten through the blocked window and were everywhere which was horrible, so I managed to switch rooms for the rest of my stay.

On Monday it was rainy in the morning and while I could have gone back to Zhangjiajie National Park to see more of it, its an enormous park, I didn’t have it in me and ended up spending the whole day sleeping. My big outing of the day was going with Carol to the grocery store to get snacks. On Tuesday I went to the train station to head to my next stop, Fenghuang, which is also in Hunan province and was only about a 2 hour train ride away.

I’ll update about Fenghuang soon, I’ll be here for about 3 more days.

#travel #asia #china #solo travel #zhangjiajie #hunan #yangjiajie #tianmen mountain

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madelinedragonkin · 1 year

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Harsh Words from Gentle Lips |

A personal vent piece I've been working on for a few days!! Finally finished it!! I'm super duper proud of it actually jlksdfaksj this is the first full digital piece I've finished in YEARS

this is smth I've needed to get out for a while jkasdfsak I'm surviving, doing well. It's just going to take a lot of work to rebuild my self esteem after everything that's been happening in my life.

ID under the cut/alt

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A digital art piece. Pictured is a blue western dragon. It has gills and blue and greenish scales and small horns with a scar on it's snout. It's face is being held by a celestial human figure with long hair and sharp fingernails. The figures hair takes up the background, which is purple and cloudy like space dust, full of stars. The dragon's eyes are closed and it's crying, the figure looks down at it sadly while speaking. Text between them reads "You are far too broken to deserve these good things." The name of the art piece is "Harsh Words from Gentle Lips"

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#Cave paintings #<my new art tag btw #dragonkin #otherkin #art #digital art #personal art #dragon #space #aesthetic

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packardbell · 1 year

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Canon A-90 facts you were never told about but I was

Trans man + He/Him.

Subspecies derived from Ambush's species - Probably explains why they were good childhood friends.

Security - He is a knight. At least he comes across as that. He wants to appear as noble and respectable as he can but he's actually very feral. Even moreso than the other two! His stop sign is his shield, his sword was custom made in secret before he ran away for the hotel.

His armor makes him the heaviest entity out of everybody (both rooms + doors) but he's actually underweight and is one of the lightest when he's not wearing it.

[BODY HORROR + BLOOD + KNIFE IN BOTH LINKS] He can do this! I go a lot more in depth here!

He... Is really bad at using his sword. He never learned how and his blades are more natural feeling to him but something something internalized pressure before going to the hotel weighing in + doing that forever before the sword but he'd still rather use the sword.

Inability to properly use the sword is why he deals less damage than the other two. It's usually when he's using the blades and claws when he gets someone in one shot.

His blood stains EVERYTHING and not even A-60 or Guiding Light can clean it. They hate it so much when he activates his bodily blades.

SOUNDS SOUNDS SHUT THE FUCK UP WITH THE SOUNDS. Biggest gripe with the movement is the sounds. Even if you hold still, make just the slightest noise or the wrong one you will be sliced. He has good hearing and hates it.

Cannot STAND the sound of ringing phones especially. People would text him but they're so taken aback by how he texts vs how he talks that they'd rather not. He replies with shit like "Howdy :3c" and they're like what is wrong with you.

Isn't as aggressive as A-60 but is way easier to piss off than A-120, he does often snap at people.

He's fairly neutral for the most part, the anger comes from the obnoxiousness of intruders and the fear they'll hurt Curious Light.

Sometimes. (Increasingly more often). When he's hungry, he will get more aggressive (but in a manic way, not anger). Full razors, cloudy mind, and a higher sensitivity to sounds follows through as he'll tear apart intruders limb by limb and feast on them right then and there.

He doesn't keep the bones though, he gives them to A-60.

Gets really jittery a lot and tends to struggle clearing his head.

He was the last Rooms entity to show up in the hotel before their banishment (you'll never guess where). A-60 and A-120 had made it there together a few weeks beforehand. He arrived there as a getaway from his expectations and to find cool stuff.

Found Curious Light wandering the Rooms after she got super duper lost and takes care of her until he can one day reunite her with her mom (Which they do eventually, and he's good friends with Guiding Light).

Carries a duffel bag everywhere that has a bunch of random junk collected off of intruders. He's somewhat attached to a lot of stuff in there.

Very introverted, struggles to express anger with words and starts speaking complete gibberish when aggravated, especially dealing with intruders or if A-60 is upsetting Curious Light. (H gagweek sihco hc lgc shcr ht nils64 nlxo)

Guiding Light, A-120, and Ambush are the only entities who can translate his gibberish.

Eyes show as just a dark void, but his irises become visible when experiencing any extreme emotion, pupils also being visible if it's that strong of a feeling. Depending on emotion, they change shape and size (e.g. goat-like when stressed/scared).

Blood/internal systems change colors from red-yellow-green depending on how he feels as well. His default color is actually yellow but he's never in a good enough mood to shine that or green. Therefore everyone assumes he's just normally red. Even though a few people have seen him yellow and one person has seen him green.

He's the reason there's so much gold and batteries in the Rooms, when he collects them from humans, he scatters them about so people get distracted and give him the chance to strike.

Collects skin conditions like pokemon cards he has eczema acne and that thing where you get spots on your torso after your body fights off a virus I FORGOT HOW TO SPELL IT but his entire body is pretty red/yellow/green depending on how he feels as previously mentioned.

Positive relationship with A-120 for the most part, finds A-60 annoying but puts up with her (Help I hate most A-90 ships)

#some of this the A03 crowd will already know because i'm kinda THE A-90 guy on there #anywyas #roblox doors #headcanon #whaaaaat did i say something #i mean i'm right!!!!! these are canon facts lsplash told meeeeeeeeeee #(for legal reasons the previous two tags are sadly lies)

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sleepysheepytea · 2 years

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Hi sleepy!

I just wanted to say

I wrote a fanfic to your lee!Moondrop art

I tagged you becuz your art inspired me, and because it's so darn adorable

Love u and ur art dear!

Have a lovely day/night!

-Cloudy

Oooooo! I just read it and it was lovely!! You're an amazing writer! <3

Thank you so muchhhhh!

if anyone else wants to read it here u go! It's super duper cuuute!!

#everyone here is so sweet help #go read it its so cute fdshgkj #sleeping-little-cloud

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nabiladinta · 2 years

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Twenty-three is like a cloud. It can't be predicted easily, will it rain, shine, or only cloudy and foggy sometimes.

Just passed my twenty-two times in life, I thought my 22 was mine at all, I thought I can only keep dancing like Taylor Swift sings it emotionally. Oh yes, it’s miserable and magical. I thought I gotta have myself, but actually everything is out of control. I do not dare to say that 22–I–was controlled by things that I can’t control in life.

After passing a year without any expectations in 2021, I thought I could do better when I am expecting things to happen in 2022 as my 22 went by. While at the end, life taught me that a couple of messy things could happen at the same time and break everything that is planned. When all those messy things happened, I could only say and regret things that I should have not regretted,

“Okay dear Nabila you shouldn’t think about anything, you shouldn’t do that, you shouldn’t expect anything.”

With all the things that I am carrying from the trust of my surroundings–I dare to say that I am not that smart and brave enough. These two things silently exited the room. Dumb, scared, and vulnerable took their place instead. First, I thought, stepping forward for what I thought I knew what I wanted, life half-figured and sort of planned out. Turns out life tells me something that I do not understand and leaves me dry in the desert.

Hey universe, so when will the “oase” come to me?

We never own anything to begin with–Second, I thought I always know how to cope with my problems and messy things whenever it comes and realize what expectation means in life; to cope with writing a journal, painting, climbing, and going somewhere. I feel like–even songs can not save me from staying sane, quiet, and peaceful while I used to make a number of playlist on my spotify.

Turns out it gets me lonelier, it gets me even worse, it makes me walk without a compass. I thought I could know my phase for crying, but things that came to me were all of sudden. My life is in a shape-shift. I gotta make a thousand plans to step forward and make my day a little better.

Third, I thought I am super enough to share strong and powerful energy with my surroundings. But I ended up feeling lost and felt like the stars and the moon had fallen asleep behind the cozy velvet of the clouds–I cried a lot. Not knowing why and how I was crying. Even though I cried, I did not care where I was. Even amidst the crowd, I cried loudly. So you can imagine my messy face and whoever you are reading this I am so sorry for getting (maybe) a bad energy from me. I wasn’t prepared for the wars.

With that being said, adulting activities in 23 are the real battle that I think I am bound to lose.

For the past eleven, ten, nine months, it has really taken me into the peak of the battle, standing up and trying as hard as possible to not cry in between. I feel like I do not belong to anywhere and anyone–my normal routine was strange, adjusting to Jogja as my 11 years growing up in the city feels way harder. Moreover, when I finally decided to move to Jakarta for at least a month in planning, it turned out to be more than that. Some days I feel so lucky to keep moving day to day here, some others I feel like I am walking backwards.

It felt unsafe and temporary.

And so, writing this, at least I could put anything here and make peace, also giving thanks to those that could not be mentioned here; for saving my life, for listening to me whenever I want to cry, for giving me medicine to keep me sane and healthy, for treating me foods and joyful things to help me escape for a while. Indeed. I was emotionally exhausted and super duper afraid of getting my 23. Some words that came to me days ago reminded me of letting go of the pain, it said; I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.

I do not have hope, I only pray to Allah that I wish I could live with constant eeman in front of Him. Hours before my birthday came, my best friend shared me the best du’a that she got from a priest,

The greatest prayer we can offer is to be faithful in each struggle :)

Here I put one of the best pictures in my 22 year-old self with a peaceful sun in Ampenan, Lombok. It was one of my best days that give me hopes. Thank you.

Pamulang-Depok, August 30- September 1, 2022

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