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patheticbatman · 10 months

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As of Chapter 81, this is crew of the Courageous from Time to Orbit: Unknown, a marvellous space drama and mystery by @derinthescarletpescatarian . Original sketches & character guide below. Many of the character appearances are based on headcanon, but the ones with asterisks are based on canon sources.

I drew Celi first! I figured I would do the people in front, who I would have to draw most of their bodies, and work from left to right. Celi has had multiple organ issues, so she looks a little drawn (lol) and is still recovering in her wheelchair :). I drew her with small braids just hanging from the top of her head, as I imagine she’s too tired to take care of her hair very often, but still wants to keep some, so she has a sort of cap of braids. There’s probably a term for the style, but idk. Celi is of North African descent.

Next to Celi is Renn. His head looks wonky because I was drawing at an angle at the time. He’s been mostly depilated, and I imagine him in a sort of Aang-meets-European-in-a-tracksuit outfit because he’s calm and tries not to do much drama, but is condescending. Renn is of West Asian/American/Tarandran descent.

Then we have Public Universal Friend (PUF) 2 with the twists. I figure it doesn’t want a lot of hair to take care of, and this style keeps it out of its face. Same clothes as the other PUF. It is kneeling, with one leg propped up. It is of coastal Southern East African descent.

*Then laying on the ground is Tal. Ke is looking at kes tablet because ke doesn’t like focusing on other things. Tal is unfortunately at the wrong angle to show off ke’s face tattoo. Small afro kept stylishly kept, along with some garters and a short skirt. Ke is laying down because ke feels like it. Ke is of West African/American/Texan descent.

*Then we have Aspen, the POV character, smack dab in the middle. Canonically, they’d don’t have a headband as far as we know, but I think their hair looks nice pushed up like that. They are wearing a jumpsuit like last time, but this time has a belt for flair, because Tal and Sunset convinced them. Aspen sits cross cross because they can and it’s a common sitting posture in Arborea. They are of West African/American/Arborea Atlantican descent.

Lina is kneeling like PUF2, but facing the other way. I gave her buns and square jewelery because I based her off of a Hopi woman’s ’do that I really liked, and Lina can be short for names like Catalina. She has freckles because they’re fun. She’s gained some muscle and weight since the last picture, which is great! She is of Hopi/Latin American descent.

Last is Sunset. She is a zeelite, a subculture interested in replicating and investigating pre-Neocambrian (aka our time) cultures. She is largely inspired by what she knows of punk, pastel goths, drag, and to be honest, Barbie (2023). She is voguing because she knows and appreciates the importance of looking good. Sunset is of Central African/of Sirius descent.

Now for the top row, left to right again!

First, we have Heli. She wears functional but pretty clothes because she appreciates utility but always wants to show off what she’s got. The newest addition to the crew, she’s a little spiky, but has a soft spot for Adin. She was inspired by a picture of a Sistergirl from Australia (my headcanon, I only saw a picture of her and was unable to find more specific information). Heli is of Indigenous Australian descent.

*Next, we have Adin. I keep forgetting to draw him with tattoos, so I added a neck one last minute. His look has probably changed the most - his canon picture came out only a few months ago, so I drew him differently the first time. Adin cooks a lot, so he doesn’t try to wear anything or have a hairdo that could be ruined by cooking. Adin is of West African/Arborea Atlantican/American/Texan descent.

*Next up, the tallest of the bunch (and I forgot to draw his left arm until last minute, we have Denish! He’s doing the Arnold Schwarzenegger pose. The gentle Giant of the group, I was unable to recapture his face quite the same way as last time, but I still think he turned out well. He’s one of my favorite space pirates. I think he wears high collars to hide Tinera’s hickeys. Denish is of West African/American/Texan descent.

Right in front of Denish is PUF 1, AKA Dr. PUF. Still has tousled hair, still has the same robe. PUF is kneeling. It is of European descent.

*Hanging off of Denish is Tinera! She’s changed also, as her official looks came out, though I think I’ve kept her pretty nice looking still! I forgot to give her glasses though :(. I gave her Garnet (Steven Universe) finger gloves because they look cool. Tinera is of Central African/Lunarian descent.

Under Tinera is Sam. He’s partly visually inspired by the Dad of some kids I watch, and Ballister from Nimona. He likes to gaze at the stars and wonder about all the stories that will be told about them. Sam is of South Asian descent.

*Lastly is Keldin (AKA Captain Sands). He’s always dressed well and keeps his hair well-coifed. Hardly anyone from the ‘first’ crew likes him. He is standing awkwardly farther away because he knows everyone near him isn’t his tan. Keldin is of West African/American/Trandran descent.

#time to orbit: unknown #time to orbit unknown #ttou #tto:u #Aspen greaves

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transmutationisms · 9 months

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re: everything horny nothing beautiful—do you think people are onto something when they say that americans became oddly and intensely puritan after 9/11. never understood that particular argument, nor the bit about americans as uniquely puritan/sexually repressed compared to the rest of the (western) world

ya i can kind of understand people thinking that the wave of post-9/11 nationalism led to like a general sexual conservatism, like it's sort of just an assumption that those things must have automatically gone hand-in-hand, but i don't think actually that america did become significantly more sexually repressed or puritanical in the aughts lol. it's also another one of those cases where many people seem to want to use the idea of puritanism to mean, like, "intensification of reactionary ideas" and i think puritanism is better understood as just one reactionary strain among many. like, all roads do not necessarily lead to rome.

anyway as to the general perception of americans as uniquely sexually repressed and puritanical i think there are a couple things going on. one is a general, max weber-lite tendency to over-interpret the significance of protestantism as a guiding economic force with an accompanying cultural and sexual ethos. so the fact that america has always been plurality protestant gets taken as prima facie evidence of sexual repression, like the way countries like england or germany are also assumed more repressed and buttoned-up than eg france or italy. i've said before that weber arguments are bad (/tagged/weber) and i'll say it again.

there's also, i genuinely think, a continued appeal to the colonialist, climatic-racial argument that hotter environments make people more emotional, impulsive, expressive, and yes sexually uninhibited. again even just within europe you can think here about how northern europeans perceive themselves vs how they talk about spain, italy/the mediterranean, etc. i think the us gets broadly lumped in with england here as a former british colony, and then you can see how internally there's absolutely a distinction between how people talk about the us north vs the south, and how the south is contrasted as wilder and, despite the bible belt, sexually more dangerous/improper; obviously this also relates to internal racist and classist dynamics, including the legacy of slavery and its corresponding discourses of blackness/africanness. there's also an east-to-west distinction internally, which i'd argue shows the continued legacy of settler justifications and ideas of western expansion as both manifest destiny and exploration of a wild and untamed terra nullius. the northeast, which is where the puritan influence was historically strongest, is often positioned in these discourses as the 'true' america in the sense of being the cultural centre or source (on an internal centre-periphery model à la basalla) so the puritan influence gets overstated and puritanical/repressed sexual mores are then seen as linked to economic dominance as well as 'proper' behaviour and culture.

and then finally sometimes people are just like, going into these arguments assuming that religious proscriptions on sex can be taken at face value, which is honestly very funny. like for example you will often hear people assert that the us is specifically more 'prudish' about child sexuality than eg italy or france, and they may point to things like us evangelical 'purity rings' or those ceremonies where like, girls pledge their virginities to their fathers. and it is true these things happen. but people making this type of argument tend to forget that also, child marriage is legal in the us. in general a religious command is an interesting phenomenon for a sociological analysis, but not necessarily one that should be taken as uncomplicatedly true, esp where like sexual taboos are concerned lol. it's true that in general, americans are more concerned to preserve certain kinds of modesty than some europeans (like, public changing rooms or spas are a very different affair in the us than in eg iceland or scandinavia, specifically regarding level of comfort with nudity) but it's not really a very serious argument to assume this correlates to a larger phenomenon of general repression or puritanism.

i mean i understand all national identities are constructed and this is just a piece of how that's done, both by americans and by other countries looking at america. but yeah i would say it's not a very insightful analysis of religion or sexuality lol

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tastesoftamriel · 1 year

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I'm sure you're entirely sick of talking about this bc that initial anon was... dumb as hell and I too would like to forget about it if I were you lol, so feel free to ignore this ask!! but I just wanted to throw in my two cents as a fellow non-white non-American fantasy writer. cause fantasy as a genre is so insanely whitewashed, and even in settings like TES that have multiple different fantasy-cultures that are meant to draw inspiration from lots of different real-world-cultures, they tend to be shallow and lacking and let's be real, TES isn't getting any awards for being politically correct. I for one always get insanely hyped when I see more diverse takes on fantasy, whether thats in original fiction or fanfiction, cause 1) it just vastly improves the quality of the world building and 2) it creates more welcoming spaces for other bipoc to create more cool stuff. and also, it's just fun as hell to project your own culture into dope fantasy settings. I do it all the time and I fuckin love when other people do it.

I feel like that anon was just looking for a fight and intentionally trying to interpret your comment in the most bad faith way possible (classic tesblr behavior ngl). and like I get it, orientalism sucks ass, but I've followed you for a couple years now and I've only ever known you to be a super chill, super respectful person who (like I said before) creates a welcoming space for other bipoc in the fandom.

tldr: anon is a clown, representation is fun, your blog slaps

❤ from @reachfolk

Yes yes YES I could hug you! Inclusivity and breaking away from whitewashed fantasy is one of my main goals with this blog! My recipes and worldbuilding have me neck deep in exploring global cuisine and culture, but as soon as it's a picture then people go off about cultural insensitivity. Because reading comprehension is low here so most people barely glance at the worldbuilding posts.

Growing up in the 90s and early 2000s, as far as Asian actors in Hollywood went, you had Lucy Liu and Jackie Chan. There was that show about Imperial Chinese cats called Sagwa (傻瓜 shagua literally means "dumb melon" which is what you call a certified idiot). Mulan (forever my favourite). Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon? But that's it. Seeing Michelle Yeoh winning everything recently makes me feel proud to be Asian. I cried when I saw Over the Moon.

If just ONE person looks at this blog and goes "cool, I learned something" or "cool, my culture is being recognised and represented as a form of inspiration", then I have done something right. Other Chinese/East Asian people in the past have applauded me for bucking the western "Asian" stereotype, simply because I express my love for my culture differently.

I'm no less Chinese for being fluent in English (which is actually my mother tongue btw thanks colonialism), or being a goth, or an author who happens to be atrocious at math. I just am. And I want everyone to just be too. To embrace their otherness, to rejoice in the diversity of the human experience, and to learn to live together. And most of all, I wanna see more awareness in writing (especially fantasy) about non-Global North cultures and the people who represent them. I'm sick of being a media cliché.

If you're a POC and you're looking for your sign to delve into fantasy worldbuilding, this is it. Go write. Create. Destroy. Build the world you've always wanted to see through the lens of your heritage, use your history as a lesson, use your language as a weapon. ~Tal

#Asks #Sorry to get like this I just got caught up in the vibes #Representation matters

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eleni-cherie · 1 year

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among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.7

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Barranquilla, Columbia

After weeks of other circumstances interrupting their initial plan, they had eventually found their way to Columbia where the last clue had let them to.

'Los Ladrones' was the name of a beach in a big forest area right next to Barranquilla. The Rio Magdalena deviding the city from it. Big lakes and swamps filling the well vegetated area. And north-east of it in the middle of a lake, there was 'Isla de Corazón'.

However, they hadn't been able to come too far, when unexpected visitors having distracting them once again. Although perhaps they should've foreseen them not leaving them alone for too long.

"I see eight." Jimin lowered the binoculars and sat up from his laying position. Propping his back against a rock. "How did they even find out?"

"Maybe you told them when they drugged you?" Yoongi shrugged, also lowering his binoculars. Glancing at him with raised brows to which the younger guy frowned. Becoming insecure about himself for a moment. "You think so?"

"Maybe, who knows. I wouldn't blame you though."

Honestly, he didn't remember doing anything like that. He did remember offering the info in exchange of them dropping the 'job', but since Kir had refused, he hadn't revealed this information. As far as he remembered. After all, his memories went blank when it came to anything after that pill she had initially given him.

"I also count eight men," Taehyung mumbled then, zooming in more, "No, actually ten."

Another loud explosion went off in the distance. Smoke rising among plants. They frowned at the sight of it. "These idiots are just using explosives anywhere huh?"

"I knew even pops wouldn't be able keeping them locked up for too long," Arabella sighed, "Their mates probably helped them escape. They always got backup plans."

She snatched the binoculars from Taehyung then, earning a groan from him. However, she got curious and also wanted to see what was going on exactly. Zooming into the large group of black-dressed people when her eyes fell on a particular person. Her brows knitting together as she kept herself from gasping. "Is this - is this the woman you were talking about?"

"Yeah," Jimin responded, hand gliding through his hair at the unpleasent memory. "Her name's-"

"Kir, I know."

"Oh, you know her?" He didn't know why he sounded so surprised. After all it wasn't the first time she had recognised someone of them. After all, she had spent a large part of her life as one of them. And yet, when he noticed Arabella's jaw clenching at his question, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it.

"Yeah, I remember her," she eventually spoke up. She swallowed hard then as a flood of memories ran in front of her mind's eye.'From now on, you don't have a family. You don't have anything.' - It was hard to forget someone like that.

Lowering the binoculars, she handed them back to Taehyung. Absentmindedly staring to the direction of their opponents, then at her silver bracelet and Jimin eyed her worried, noticing the drop in her expression.

"The only good thing is they haven't reached the right area yet." He nodded at Yoongi's remark, averting his eyes from Arabella. He stood up then, offering his hands to his friends to pull themselves up. "They're close though, so let's keep moving before they do."

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'Heart-Island', which sadly wasn't heart-shaped nor had anything else that would indicate the choice of its name, was as it seemed, just some kind of entrance. A deep cave leading them subterranean into catacombs, with the occasional sounds of explosions and small quakes accompanying them. Meaning Kir and her men weren't too far away from their position and nearing them faster than they had expected.

"Creepy pirate statues - check. Carved stairs - check. I think it's save to say we're in a pirate cave," Taehyung chuckled as they climbed down the stairs.

The rocky ground and narrow paths making it difficult at some parts, but they continued past chasms and pointy rocks until reaching a dead-end. Reaching a wall with a small hole on one side. It looked like you were supposed to put your hand in it, so Jimin reached inside and frisked around. "A little slimy but.. there's a lever."

"Then give it a pull."

He frowned at Taehyung. "It might be a trap!"

"So what?"

"I'll lose a hand??"

His friend grinned. "So we'll get you a nice hook. Like a real pirate."

Yoongi and Arabella couldn't help but stifle a laugh at this, contrary to Jimin who was quite unamused by that option. Shooting him a dead glare.

"Just give it a pull already," Yoongi complained then, getting tired and inpatient of standing there instead of continuing.

The younger guy rolled his eyes. "Nice hook.." he repeated Taehyung's words under his breath, peeking at Arabella who was staring at him with expecting eyes. And he gulped. Eventually doing as he was told with a shaky sigh. "Alright, I'll give it a go."

Thankfully pulling the lever didn't cost him his hand. The only thing that happened was the wall giving in, revealing a door which they entered. On the other side being another wall with an imposing looking contraption, giant stone-wheel and chains running from it to cogs, blocking their way anew.

'For those proven worthy, the treasure awaits. For those who prove false, behold your grim fate.' Arabella read out loudly the inscription on a pillar.

"Oh great, another puzzle," Taehyung mumbled under his breath, taking a closer look on it. There was another hole in the wall with probably another lever inside. This one clearly being a trap this time. Obviously, otherwise there wouldn't be that big contraption next to it. His eyes caught something like a string hanging out of the hole and without thinking much, he pulled at it. An eery scratching echoing came from behing the wheel then, flowing through the cave.

"Taehyung, what the fuck!" Arabella exclaimed panicked, taking a step back and went behind Jimin - who really took pride of that.

"What?" Taehyung rolled his eyes and shrugged then. "Suck it and see."

Another clicking noise was heard then, getting everyone's attention back.

"Are we gonna die now?" Yoongi nervously joked, looking around to see if there was any sign of danger. The grip on his sword tightening. However, all their worries seemed redudant, at least for now, because nothing seemed to happen after all. Only the inner wheels of the mechanism turned, revealing symbols on the stone-wheel.

Taehyung took a step forward, inspecting them from his lower position. "Okay, these are clearly the zodiac signs of someone, but who?"

Arabella shrugged as she stepped forward to take a look at them as well. "I'd go with the one who hid the treasure here in the first place - Anne Bonney."

"That'd be one. But whose are the others?"

"Calico Cat's and Mary Read's, obviously," Jimin said then. "Does anyone remember which belongs to who though?"

They looked at each other, shaking heads. "I did read their birth dates when we first researched about them, but I forgot," Taehyung admitted shyly, scratching his neck. Yoongi sighed then, taking a small notebook out from the back of his pocket. "I knew noting down would be helpful.." He browsed inside, stopping at a page then. "Oh! Anne's was one day before mine."

"So pisces like you," Jimin remarked with a smirk, which the older guy chose to ignore. Continuing, "Jack's was 26th December."

"Oh!" Taehyung exclaimed enthusiastically then, "A capricorn, like me!"

"And Mary's.. unknown."

Arabella snorted sarcastically. "Like mine."

They exchanged a glance. The coincidence quite astonishing, and a little bit creepy, in a way.

"Well, that makes me the misfit, I guess," Jimin laughed under his breath. Redirecting his focus on the cypher. "But that means the pisces one should be on top. The capricorn on the right and.. the third one's.. a taurus?"

"Maybe Mary was a taurus after all."

"When did Mary die?" Arabella asked then, looking at Yoongi who quickly checked his notes.

"28th April."

She hummed, making a thinking expression which Jimin couldn't help but find incredibly attractive. "That'd be taurus. Perhaps she took her date of death instead?"

"Possible."

"My smart girl," Jimin grinned, making her blush for a moment before she waved him off.

"Anyway," Taehyung said then, taking a glance at the wheel again. "The signs are in the wrong positions."

He walked up to the cogwheels then, noticing a handle on them which he simply spun. And indeed, by turning them he rotated the puzzle wheels until reaching the correct positions. It clicked again. Everyone waiting expectingly.

"Is it solved now?" Arabella asked confused.

"Not sure.."

"Well, there's only one way to find out. Someone has to pull the lever in the hole there," Yoongi said, pointing at it. To which Jimin shot him an annoyed look. "And with 'someone' you mean me."

"Obviously."

Dragging a sigh, Jimin walked up to the hole. Taking a deep breath then, trying to trust in them and their puzzle solving skills. "Here goes my hand," he nervously chuckled before pulling it. The wall around it giving in again, revealing an exit much to his relief. And they left the area and walked into a cavern.

Sunlight illuminating it from its open end, sea water flowing in there as well. Creating a bay inside the cavern. It seemed like the underground path had led them all the way from the forest to the shore. And as they neared the edge of the cliff they were standing on, their eyes grew wide.

There it was, the ship.

Another explosion above them interrupting their awe, shaking the ground above them. The others were also near.

"Let's go."

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next chapter: 1.8 here

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earanie · 11 months

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Thank you @pia-writes-things for tagging me! This was fun 💛

1. Are you named after anyone? Not really! I think my parents wanted a name that was similar to the name of their favourite beach and that's what they went with (and then they discovered that the name of the beach was actually a real name and they could've named me that lol)

2. When was the last time you cried? Uhhh. I haven't had the time for a nice proper breakdown in a while to be honest. I think the last time it was because of a fic (which never ever happens. I almost never cry because of media. I'm still recovering from that fic)

3. Do you have kids? No. Not sure if I'll want them, but it's a decision that I'm leaving for future me.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Not much. Sometimes, with my family and close friends, but it's not my thing in general I guess.

5. What sports do you play/have played? I've never been the most athletic person out there but I've played table tennis for years (I was never very good at it tho lol). The last couple of years I've been getting into powerlifting/strenght training and I genuinely love it. I'd also really like to start doing something that would take me out of my comfort zone a bit, like pole dancing or something like that.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? Their voice! And it's also one thing I rarely forget.

7. What's your eye color? Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Scary movie with a happy ending! If I have to choose, happy ending it is.

9. Any special talents? Ermm? I don't think so? I can sort of sing but I'm not super good at it.

10. Where were you born? Darling little city in the north east of Italy.

11. What are your hobbies? Watching TV shows, reading books and fics, lifting weights... and I've recently started embroidering which is fun!

12. Do you have pets? A white-ish cat named Yzma which I love to bits and an aquarium that I take care of with my father (so +9 fishes)

13. How tall are you? 1,61m

14. Favorite subject in school? Philosophy, English literature and Latin literature.

15. Dream job? Criminal lawyer. And in particular I'd love to be able to deal with environmental crimes.

Time to tag! @fanhampastagirl @preux-chevalier @puntointerrogativo @loopyhoopyfrood @ayansbff

(ok it's not 15 but if you see this and want to play pleeeese do and tag me. And if you've been tagged, as always, no pressure to do it)

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eddieydewr · 4 months

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I think what people forget, ignore or probably in the case of most younger fans, just don’t know, is that a two state solution has been offered multiple times in the past. One time so much as to give the Palestinians like 90 percent of what they wanted or more, and every single time they refused. At a certain point we have to be more critical of the Palestinians as well for having the option of peace multiple times and rejecting it every single time it was offered. And I don’t think we can or should ignore the fact that they elected Hamas, who stated in their founding charter they want all jews everywhere dead. To me this shows a fundamental incapability for these two groups of people to ever live peacefully in the same region until that ideology ends. because while the Israeli govt and military has a laundry list of problems they should be called out on, and the regime needs to go, and crimes they have committed need to be brought to justice, you also can’t make peace with a government/people whose ideology wants you dead full stop. Until that changes, there is no solution because what can be done? This is why this conflict has raged for so long with no solution and is considered insanely complicated, and why the simple bad guys vs good guys binary that gen z has ascribed to the situation doesn’t work.

Jews have indigenous claims to the land and even if they didn’t, realistically millions of jews are not going to up and leave because 1) where would they even go? where would we put them? whose land would we have to take so that they could have somewhere to go and what would be the fallout and other potential problems caused from that? the logistics of that are a nightmare and many jews live in Israel because other places of the world did not want jews or it was unsafe for them there (we also need to recognize most of the arab countries had lots of jews in their countries but have expelled all or almost all of them over the years so Israel was the best place for them to go) and the whole they are just white europeans and have other passports and can just up and leave to their other homes is not applicable to most of fhe people there and insulting to isrealis who have a long lineage in the middle east 2) as we have only been shown even more this year, the world is not a safe place for jews, the quickness in which so called liberal minded western people devolved into nazi like rhetoric is alarming, and they definitely deserve a place to protect themselves …. so yea this has no solution until hamas is gone and the palestinian people decide for themselves and through who they elect to lead them, that peace is more important than hating jews cause at this point that’s the only thing stopping a 2 state solution which can be the only solution to this. Cause israel is not going to be dissolved and the jews and palestinians can not live together in one state in harmony as the history of the middle east has shown us

(And I sure hope all the people who want Israel to be dissolved because they are “white colonizers” are willing to give up their home and land if they live in north america and give it back to the. native americans , if not then they need to shut up, stop grandstanding and think of actual solutions )

This post might sound like I am laying the issues all on Palestines feet and that I am some Israel bootlicker, I am not, both sides are at fault here, and both sides need to be active in trying to make peace and stop killing, however it can’t be ignored that at least Isreal has tried many times to give them what they want and end this but they always refuse and instead elected terrorists. And then they attacked and slaughtered hundreds… Like I support their right to want to have their own land but I do not support their actions so far and inability to accept any compromises and i can’t with the “noble savage” cliched trope that the internet has given to Hamas.

omg i don’t think i have much to add because you are right lol and i agree re. palestinians having their own land. young people also don’t realise that even the jews who never left were treated like second class citizens during the ottoman empire and the british mandate. when it fell into the UN’s hands, the arabs and palestinians didn’t even want 99% of the land because they hated the idea of living next door to jews. and now, 70 plus years later, one of the hamas leaders the other day reiterated that he doesn’t want a two state solution and wants the jewish ppl gone. so… the conflict isn’t going to be solved overnight, no matter how hard american college students scream for a ceasefire and boycotting businesses/brands that aren’t necessarily explicitly linked to israel.

lol btw, yesterday i saw an irish guy on twitter who is very radical and his bio said ‘refugees always welcome’. a lovely sentiment but i know he wouldn’t extend his welcome to israelis if they were to be displaced. 🤪

#anyone else who is offended by this pls read up on stuff and not rely on info from tiktok #hamas and houthis are not your friends. it is not islamophobic to say so #beth answers

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yeetlegay · 2 years

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Hi, so you finally got me to read your Pretty Woman AU, which means you pulled me back into reading fanfiction for the first time ever since a very unfortunate dabbling in Wattpad territory at the age of 15. And I didn’t think I would like it that much, to be honest, because I’ve only ever seen snippets of Pretty Woman and because I’m not usually into stuff that horny. But excuse me, how is this so beautiful and perfect and addictive??? I can now get in line with all the other people begging for the new chapter on a daily basis.

I mean, even though you keep saying you forget about the plot all the time, it’s still there and it’s wonderful and already the idea is brilliant. Like I said, I have never seen the entirety of Pretty Woman, but I love how you weave KinnPorsche and that movie together so seamlessly while somehow staying true to both?

And I know this is a minor detail to most people, but I personally can’t stand spelling, punctuation and grammar mistakes etc. in stories, so I love that somehow you manage to make less of them (= partically zero, even the questionable ones I wasn’t sure about) than a huge amount of professionally published books I’ve read. Thank you for that. Also, I just generally love your style of writing and your tone, it’s a pure delight to read.

That said, I will now go hide in a corner, anxiously await the new chapter and hope you’re having a great day (and that it’s no longer ruined because of the coffee spill).

P.S.: One question, though. Could you maybe explain to me how exactly Kinn’s penthouse is laid out and where everything is inside it? I keep getting confused because my brain is weird and then rooms and furniture end up on the opposite sides of where I expected them to be.

Oh god not Wattpad! 😂 That place is abysmal, I’m so sorry for whatever horrors you stumbled across. But WOW wtf this is????? Incredible???? Not to sound cheesy but I really am honored that you gave fanfic another shot with FL&H, that absolutely blows my mind. I hope you check out some more KP fics too—there’s tons of goodies in there if you’re interested! (I’m very far behind on my TBR but I’d rec anything in my bookmarks for a start!)

Pretty Woman has always been such a comfort watch for me honestly. I first saw it when I was like 8, which in hindsight was too young lol, but it’s just one of those movies that’ll always be a timeless classic imo. It’s one of the greats to come out of the 90s romance boom and I’m just really gassed that Kinnporsche happens to translate so well to that setup. It was shockingly easy to outline and find all the ways to sync up the story/character beats, and I love including little Easter eggs from both stories (like Porsche’s “then stop calling me” moment in ep 5, and Chan teaching Porsche self-defense instead of table manners, and obv the piano scene lol).

I’m kind of the same about grammar/punctuation hang-ups just because of the field I work in, but I try really hard to get over it with fanfic because it’s free and made with love, you know? And besides, I’ve read manuscripts from some brilliant authors who cannot spell or use commas right to save their lives lol, so I’m pretty used to looking past the little things for the sake of the story. Thank god for copy editors tbh. But I’m glad you haven’t spotted a lot of typos! I don’t really copy edit other than skimming it after I post so there’s always a good chance I’ve missed something really egregious lol.

As for Kinn’s penthouse suite, I just sketched this out on my phone so it’s not super accurate dimension-wise lol but below is what I picture in my head. (If you see anything in early chapters that contradicts this…no you didn’t 😉)

The north- and east-facing walls are complete glass, and probably have some kind of shades/curtains that come down when you hit the button, but as we all know Kinn and Porsche are exhibitionists and want to make sure the entire city sees them fucking, especially the banks. 😌

Hope that helps! So glad you’re liking the fic, and an update is coming soon, I promise! Chapter 9 is officially the longest one yet fml 😩

#kinnporsche #yeetle asks #pretty woman au

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rinisbowen · 2 years

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I agree with you that Ricky and Lily broke up four days ago and some people are forgetting this. I know majority of the fandom doesn’t ship Ricky and Lily and we all knew that they weren’t going to last. Now Ricky realizes he has feelings for Gina which might of been there all along who knows. I just don’t see how Rina could happen this season maybe in season 4 even if Portwell did break up because it would be too soon after their break up with their significant others.

lol so update on this one- i feel like this ask was from around episode four ??? if i remember correctly ???

i thought about just deleting this one bc well- y’know… but i decided to go for it with answering it anyway bc some of the points still stand, and others bring room for discussion.

also- please if you want to engage with my posts be respectful / kind. that’s just a good reminder always.

1. yeah- the lily thing was obviously temporary. that said, they didn’t use it as well as they could’ve and i’ll say that forever. (i’ve got so many things in my head on top of what’s already on this blog). also- the fact through episode four she kept coming up repeatedly and then never again was interesting too. i may make a post about the harness getting tossed in the backseat of the car thing bc i have so many thoughts on that and finally free and josh’s interview and such. also the show kinda dropped the ball with the timeline of this season a bit in terms of the time before it and after the s2 finale. that definitely plays a factor into why him having a full on relationship with her for what was likely around two months just doesn’t matter to the viewer. we saw none of that. also people already hate lily, and olivia rose keegan’s got gotham knights to film (so proud of her for booking a series regular gig!). so not a huge loss necessarily in any significant regard for them to break up. But- it still likely should’ve had more impact than it did- and if this season were more reminiscent of s2 then it likely would’ve.

i saw someone say something about how ricky calling lily in 212 may have been done because liv’s fate was still undetermined and lily is a lot easier to undo than many other things ricky perhaps could’ve ended up doing that night. (tbh i mean this in a variety of ways- so… maybe i’ll elaborate if someone wants maybe not- also it’s someone’s suggestion, not objective truth so- take it as you will.)

anyway- no more lily at all- ork’s filming gotham knights in atlanta until like at least mid february. so there’s a likelihood pretty close to zero that lily’s in it even for a single scene. kinda odd that the s2 characters basically failed to have any kind of genuinely significant impact on the plot moving forward… but the s3 ones were given so much it was surprising. (very happy for the s3 newbies, but it’s still interesting to consider). like i know howie and kourtney didn’t ever dtr at the end but- they Were on good terms again. i think it’s possible they just didn’t get back together properly bc he was about to leave for college is the most likely explanation, but they still liked each other a whole lot. and so that would be maybe why she felt insecure about him kissing girls at college. idk. the show may address it in s4 but i’m not holding my breath bc they had all season to make another throwaway comment about him and they didn’t. them going back to east high / utah and north kinda ceasing to matter exist altogether will definitely be odd but the show is kinda resetting after s2 from all tim’s said so- i’m truly not holding my breath for Any real mentions of the menkies / north / zack.

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2. the feelings have been there all along thing has yet to be confirmed, on ricky’s end. it’s the easiest way for the show to play this, though arguably not necessary the most accurate to what we saw… or the direction that most serves his past character arc considering… everything… for gina though- yep. we got confirmation it’s pretty much been ricky- (though that’s arguably different then her having had the feelings for him never go away, i think my assertion remains decently accurate) not a huge surprise to people i don’t think… though they did a questionable job of conveying that she wasn’t over him in s3, i understand where this comes from on her end. do i think this is progression for her? very much both yes and no from where i’m standing. i could elaborate later if someone wanted me to. (that goes for most anything i say in my posts.)

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3. we can discuss the time jump until our faces turn blue probably. people obviously have a lot of opinions on that ending- and the time skip itself- the kiss… the speech… etc. i’m not really going to get into mine on here unless someone Really wants to know.

was one month post breakup enough? idk. depends on who you talk to probably. i think the fact rg shippers wanted them to not get together until s4 makes a lot of sense for multiple reasons, but i’m sure at least most? are still good with how it did happen now. i think most pw shippers probably feel like it wasn’t enough, but are likely less focused on the length of time than what was said tbh. so the discussion is hard to have.

it’s one of those questions too… where we have to think about in universe time vs in show time.

it was a month in their world- but a month of which we saw absolutely nothing. And… it took like only a few minutes between the end of the finale which was the day after g and ej broke up… to the scene where g’s confessing to r. so that probably makes it feel even less- like enough time for people.

idk. we’ll see how next season goes. i was saying for a minute there that there’s no chance the love triangle was dead- tbh i expected ej to like- do Something… (i didn’t expect it to be entirely successful necessarily but i expected him to try- if that makes sense?) but i also 100% understand why the writers didn’t have him do anything too? it’s complicated haha. (if anyone wants me to elaborate on that i will).

tim’s saying the triangle’s done at least for now if not forever. he may well be lying (and i think people always need to consider that when reading certain interviews, there’s always a chance it’s not the whole truth), but also… i could actually see it more so being the case. i assumed if this was planned as if it’s going to be the final season they’d just keep that thread going bc they’d probably just give ej a lot to do in the season to have him around as much as possible. that no longer looks like the case.

i will close by saying i’m sorry for your loss anon, assuming you ship ej and gina. this was… an interesting season to say the least, and obviously not the most fun one if you wanted ej and gina to work out in the end.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts season 3 #hsmtmts spoilers #lily hsmtmts #ship: ricky x lily ( hsmtmts )#ship: ricky x gina ( hsmtmts )#ship: ej x gina ( hsmtmts )

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DECEMBER HCS 🥶 — 1. Gael Martinez

A/N: since I didn’t get the chance to write for him in my October prompts I thought why not give it a go this time around? S/o to the fan cams for always getting me inspired to write these things! Also loosely mentions of two other shows I enjoy/enjoyed: The Bold Type + Station 19 so don’t drag me if you see this tagged in those shows. Skip over this if you read this far and don’t care to read lol

Warning: what not to do with strangers? I guess. This is light hearted fiction don’t think too deep about this please.

Using this list as my reference for headcanons: https://cloveroctobers.tumblr.com/post/667419976098103296/winter-prompts

Trope: stranded at the airport

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Airports were never fun to you as you got older, they used to be when you were younger since it always felt like a amusement park to you

The amount of people shuffling by racing against the clock to get through the check- in process

Going through machines and being oddly searched

Oh and let’s not forget the racial bias and prejudice involved with that — but it’s always “just doing our jobs”

And getting onto the plane and flying up to become one with the clouds was all so exciting as a kid!

Now? As a adult it was all hectic unless you had special privileges where you can sit away from everyone else and get special treatment while you waited to board + having the luxury to fly first class…it must be nice

It was common for you to fly back and forth from New York to California to Seattle for work and family

Your departure was already off to a bad start since you were rushing to get to your late-night flight just for it be delayed not once but twice with no answers (for at least a hour) on the second

Usually there would be less people flying at night and the airport was almost peaceful (which is why you preferred flying at night In The first place)

until there was a final announcement by 2am that your flight was completely cancelled due to plane issues and a severe snow storm heading this way from the east coast — where you were heading

You tried to be understanding with the workers who were under a lot of stress themselves + a few Karen’s and Greg’s went off on the workers who had no control over that

It was all managements fault as they left majority of the people with no answers, only disappointment

Lucky for the Karen’s and Greg’s they could find shelter somewhere else and miraculously get flights with different airports for another time

whereas the rest of you were out of luck — although management apparently told their workers you would all be issued a refund since they were not sure when they would be able to fly out next??

Honestly you were too tired to even bother looking for a hotel, motel, holiday inn atp and motioned to sit in front of the hard plastic chairs legs crossed

A small laugh broke your attention from sending a text to your cousin: Victoria Hughes and your three besties who probably weren’t even up but this is what you all agreed to do whenever out of each other’s sight

At first you wanted to ignore the sound but after your phone told you that the two separate messages (one to the group chat and another to Vick) went through you lifted your head

Seeing a man with dark ringlets of hair, tan puffy north face jacket and a gray scarf around his neck and with large hands resting against his knees

His ink colored eyes were set on you and didn’t falter as you met his gaze

You quirked up a brow, your facial expression saying, ‘what’s funny?’

He raised his hands sending a small smile your way, “I don’t mean to laugh at you but I figured you got tired of sitting on those god-awful chairs as much as I did—1000 hours ago.”

The young man was sitting against the cool windows while the airport was surprisingly nauseously warm

You hummed, “yeah I think they were starting to deflate my ass the longer we waited around for these stupid airplanes.”

“I’m guessing you’re not a fan?” He laughed some more, this time with teeth

You scoffed, “I hate these things. I always have to pop something and take a mimosa just to calm these jitters.”

“You know…I don’t think that’s something you should be screaming across this abandoned airport to a total stranger.”

“Are you a snitch mr. model? It’s holiday season and I’ll be sure to send some coal in your stocking if you are.”

The man huffed, “no I’m a artist and what are you? I was going with dopey the dwaf based on how your beanie is positioned on your head—a cute one though.”

You gasped, “or maybe that’s a cover up because you secretly think I’m a pill popper, mr. Not so bad looking Artist.”

To anyone else this might have looked like flirting but honestly you didn’t think too much of it. You were not responsible for what came out of your mouth when you were half awake—take it or leave it

The man tilted his head at that, finding it fair but he didn’t think too much of you yet. You were just another poor soul that was stuck here at this airport for who knows how long

“So tell me stranger who’s an artist, what type of art do you do?”

And that brought up a whole lengthy conversation that had you nodding your head and humming along

This was evident that the stranger with the dark gorgeous eyes was super passionate about what he did and that was admirable

However the man he worked for sounded like a fresh asshole but you have to do what you have to do to survive sometimes

He knew what he wanted and it seemed like he’s known for awhile when it came to art. However you could sense some frustrating behind that profession

You on the other hand? It took you much longer to figure it out until you landed a job at scarlet magazine as a writer fresh out of college.

It was almost fairytale like just like you bonding with this man who didn’t seem like a creep to you and you hoped you didn’t sound crazy to him but he engaged in contact with you first so what the hell right?!

Eventually the both of you found yourselves sitting beside one another, shaking hands and introducing yourselves as the conversation flowed

“What’s in New York for you?”

“Work,” you automatically answered and then shared a laugh, “how boring of me I know. But it’s not only work, my friends and apartment too. Half of my life is there really.”

“Where’s the rest of it?”

You exhaled, “still trying to find it mostly but if you mean physically? also Seattle and California. As you can see New York and Seattle seem to be winning.”

“Don’t tell me you’re not a fan of the city of angels?”

You pursed your lips, “eh it’s not for me personally, i don’t mind visiting temporarily but I don’t think I could ever live here.”

It was Gael’s turn to hum, “life has a funny way of showing you where you need to be.”

You leaned your head back against the cool glass as you smirked, “is that your way of telling me I should stay because of you, mr. Artist model man.”

“Nooo, of course not. I wouldn’t object if you did however.” He stated at you seriously before the both of you laughed once again. Everything seemed to be more funny when the winter sun said goodbye for the night, “and I’m not just saying that. As corny as it may seem I do believe in things happen for a reason and we were meant to meet tonight.”

You snorted feeling as if you knew most of Gael Martinez already too in just these short few hours. He knew just a bulk of info about you too and that felt like enough shockingly

They say when you know you know when you encounter other human beings, that they were meant to enter your life and Gael already said he believed in reasons

Sooner than later you were the very few that made pillows out of your belongings and laid your heads beside each other on opposite sides

You let out a yawn tossing an arm over your eyes

“Excuse me, but, uh, Are you really this loud in the mornings? You’re gonna wake up the other unlucky guests here.” Gael motioned to the few others stretched out on the floor or chairs

You whacked him while Gael’s body shook with small laughter as you retorted, “says the guy that lives in a coterie.”

Gael couldn’t argue with that

Soon the conversation slowed and became hushed whispers as the airport seemed to shift to cold temperature now which made you unintentionally shuffle closer to the man next to you

The stranger in the airport’s voice became deeper as each minute ticked by and it provided a soothing warmth by your ear

However the both of you had your attention turned to the flurries that whirled into the night sky and that added to the contentment the both of you felt on this challenging night

When you were shaken by an employee who told you that the airport was now offering the luxury boarding rooms as a complimentary stay for the remaining few of you until the storm fully came and went or until you were able to get the hell out and go elsewhere you realized there was something sticking to your face

A post it that read: didn’t want to wake the pretty beast, had a friend get me before it got 2 bad. Check ur phone + I’ll see you in NY sometime ;)

followed by a little doodle that looked very much like you with a saggy beanie signed with Gael’s signature this looked like elegant chicken scratch really but it made you smile nonetheless

It was around 6 am

As you got your things together with the employee gathering you up like this was kindergarten all over again, you checked your phone as you shuffled along in the line with the other five-eight guests

To see Gael managed to get his phone # into your contacts (s|o to face recognition feature) followed with a picture he took of the both of you, him grinning up tiredly at the lens while you slept hideously on your back

He was under: “model artist man 🎨”

You went to text the freshly new contact: “if I see you in ny, we’re fighting because of that ugly ass picture 💥”

“😏😈 sure thing, dopey” to “oh be sure to txt ur friends back, they want to know all about the perfect airport stranger you’re supposed to marry 😘😌😉”

Your eyes went into slits before you went to take your phone off do not disturb which unleashed a mountain of texts from all four of the most nosey women in your life wanting to know the deets

And so you massaged the space in between your brows letting out another laugh of pure disbelief unsure what was said or done while you were asleep which was crazy if you really thought about it???

Guess it was you who fell asleep first since you couldn’t remember

Conclusion: you still hated airports but 5% less now

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Continue along with my December anthology series here.

#Gael Martinez #good trouble #good trouble freeform #headcanons #it would have been chef’s kiss to have the bold type crossover with good trouble #that exists in my head and is used whenever I write for yaddy gael I won’t say that again I promise #station 19 #December prompts #December headcanons #the bold type #queued #tommy martinez #gael martinez x reader

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matbarzyy · 3 years

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From the soulmate alphabet, letter r? (Red string)

A/N: I’ve had this in my inbox for such a long time!! I loved the idea but never really got the time to write anything down for it, so here I am now, and I wrote it for Tito. This is just a quick one-shot, it could have been the start of something but I honestly don’t feel like jumping into another series when I already have so many WIPs lol.

Word count: 2091

Montreal was loud.

The view from the rooftop of your new building was incredible, but you couldn’t get over the noise of cars driving past constantly in the streets below. It would take more than a week to get used to, so you didn’t lose hope that you would eventually get a peaceful night of sleep in this apartment. Shutting your windows tight helped drown out the cacophony of the city below you, it made you terribly regret the lulling sounds of the waves where you came from.

Up on the roof, however, you almost felt like you were looking at some sort of ocean. The buildings rose at different heights, shaping the city with grey concrete and windows that reflected the blue of the sky as well as water would have. There was a beauty to it, something that tied you to this place and made you feel like you belonged.

Your long sigh disappeared into the wind, carried off before you could even hear it yourself. You imagined it going as far as the red string that was tied to your heart and extended all the way to the horizon. You had always promised yourself that you wouldn’t give up your life and goals to pursue your soulmate, but you remembered the way the string extended west over the ocean back home, and you couldn’t say your relocation to Canada had nothing to do with the fact that you were supposed to find your soulmate in this direction.

Now that you were as far west as you had been able to go, the string pointed south. It gave you hope that you were on the right continent this time. Maybe your string was simply tangled with other people’s south of here, it was common, and it made finding your soulmate much harder than one could have expected considering you were literally tied to each other.

You could have stared at the view for hours and wondered who was at the end of this string, but the wind was colder than what you were used to and your hands were beginning to feel numb. You found the small trap door that had led you up here and climbed down the ladder, thankful for the protection of the walls and the warmth you immediately felt. You closed the trap as quietly as possible, unsure of whether you were actually allowed to go onto the roof.

It wasn’t like anyone would find out unless they were coming up to knock on your door, being alone on the top floor had its perks. You sighed again as you shut your front door behind you, reminded by your bare living space that you desperately needed to go out to get furniture and at least a bouquet of flowers to brighten up your apartment.

A few hours in stores to find the perfect couch and an iced coffee later, you crashed into your bed for what you hoped would be a restful sleep.

It was past midnight when your eyes shot open. You weren’t sure of why, maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was a particularly loud noise from the street, but with a flicker of light from outside you realised that this wasn’t just a normal night. You scrambled to turn the light on, still unfamiliar with the position of your light switch, and your eyes widened when you realised it wasn’t an illusion. The pretty red string that extended from your heart now pointed to the ceiling.

You cursed loudly as you bumped your toe in your bedroom’s door when you rushed out, barely grabbing your keys before pulling the trap door open and climbing onto the roof. The string still extended upwards towards the sky, which didn’t make any sense to you until you caught a flicker of lights in the darkness of the night. A plane. Your string led to a plane, and a particularly low one at that. Your soulmate was about to land in Montreal.

“Wake up Beau, we’ve landed,” Mathew shook his friend’s shoulder, earning an annoyed grunt as the other man got pulled out of his sleep.

“Fucking hate late night flights,” Anthony grumbled and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

The rest of the passengers were quiet too, but as soon as the plane came to a stop they were scrambling to get up and grab their bags. Anthony sighed, staying seated with Mat next to him to let everyone else out first. Neither of them wanted to push people around to grab their things and they knew they’d have to wait for their bags afterwards anyway. The further back they stayed the less likely they were to be recognised. Both men were always patient and friendly with fans, but there was something about being in the middle of the night that made them despise just the thought of running into one now.

That gave Anthony time to look out of the small window, he couldn’t see much but he was excited to be home for a few weeks. He wouldn’t rest much with Mathew around, but he’d at least be away from the busy streets of New York. It was only then that he noticed the red string that had steadily pointed east for his whole life now pointed north.

A rush of excitement flooded him, and he was suddenly ready to push through the whole crowd to get out of this airport as fast as possible and find his soulmate. He turned to Mathew to tell him, but got cut off by his best friend yawning in his face.

“What?” He asked, sensing Beau was much more awake than he had been moments ago.

“Nothing,” he ducked his head down and hid his smile. He wanted to keep this to himself, partly because his soulmate could still be far from him, but also because this was his moment, and he wanted to enjoy every part of it alone.

The two men eventually stepped into the cold air of the night to find a taxi, and Anthony watched the way his red string pointed, tempted to follow it immediately but knowing the middle of the night was not the time for it.

You almost got ran over about ten times the next morning, out for a walk before you even considered breakfast to hopefully find your soulmate. It was so early that the entire city was quiet, the light was dim and golden as the sun took its place in the sky, and you tried your best not to get too distracted by following the string so that you wouldn’t forget to look around before crossing the street.

Your red string was angled up, which you could only assume meant that your soulmate was somewhere in a building. Your cheeks warmed with embarrassment as you realised you were out looking for them before it was a decent hour to knock on anyone’s door, but you could always wait once you knew where they were.

And wait you did when you found yourself in front of a very nice building with restricted access. There was no way you could get in to knock on anyone’s door, you’d just have to hope they’d wake up soon and come out to meet you. The urge to get a warm coffee ran through you, but you were worried that just going a few streets down from here to grab a drink could make you miss your soulmate. This was a once in a lifetime moment. Coffee could wait.

Luckily for you, there was a bench on the street across from the entrance and you took a seat there to wait, your eyes trained on the entrance so that you wouldn’t miss anyone coming out. You would have been sleepy if the excitement of meeting your soulmate wasn’t making you so nervous your hands shook.

Anthony blinked several times to make sure he was seeing things right when he woke up. The red string attached to his heart was guiding him down and a little bit south. He rushed to his bedroom window and looked around for someone that might be passing by. He noticed you then, sitting on a bench across the street, bundled up in a warm coat and waiting with your eyes set on the entrance of his building.

In the heat of the moment Anthony almost forgot to get dressed, and he hurried to pull on the gym clothes he had prepared the previous night.

“Ah, ready to go?” Mat grinned when he saw his friend step out of his bedroom. He had been ready for a while himself, waiting on Anthony to get up so that they could go for a morning run and then hit the gym to start the day right.

“Yeah,” his friend answered mechanically, grabbing his keys by the door and stepping out while Mat was already beginning to ramble.

He nodded without ever talking through the short elevator ride while Mat talked his ear off, and he found himself stepping outside a few more seconds later.

“And anyway, I thought maybe we could-” Mathew’s ramble stopped when he bumped into his friend who had abruptly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “Beau?”

You practically shot up from the bench when you saw him, your eyes wide with bewilderment. You knew he had to be there, but seeing him, the same red string tied to his heart, made you feel something completely new.

He looked down at himself and then back at you, making sure he was getting it right while your heart hammered in your chest. Should you cross the street or would he? It was a stupid thing to wonder about but it was the most your brain was capable of putting out in that moment. Deciding that standing there wasn’t helping your nerves at all, you quickly glanced left and right and got across the street in a few strides.

“Oh,” things finally clicked in Mat’s head when you approached, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh, you know what, I’m gonna go find myself a coffee,” he patted his friend’s shoulder, not expecting a response as he walked away.

“Hello,” you breathed out, taking in the man in front of you as well as you could while internally screaming.

“How did you get here?” Anthony was barely capable of forming a sentence, and this was all he could think of as he tried to process he was truly meeting his soulmate.

“Excuse me?” You frowned, unsure of what he meant.

“Montreal,” he clarified. “I’ve lived in Montreal for years, you weren’t here,” Anthony couldn’t get over the shock of finally finding you. His eyes were shining, open a little bit wider than normal as he took in every little detail of your face.

“Yeah, uh, I just moved here, I-I work in communication and marketing for a sports team,” you ran a hand through your hair, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.

“I play hockey,” he replied and internally cringed. Could he have sounded any weirder?

“Cool,” you nodded, trying to figure out what you were supposed to say after that.

“Shit, I’m sorry I’m so awkward,” Anthony realised he had put an end to the conversation and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he glanced down at his feet. “I’m Anthony Beauvillier, a lot of my friends call me Beau,” he held his hand out for you to shake and you took it. It was much warmer than yours, and you almost didn’t want to let go.

“I- uh, kinda got that from the clothes,” you pointed out the blue and orange outfit. It was your turn to feel your cheeks warm in embarrassment. It wasn’t that you had anything to be embarrassed about, but thinking that this man was the perfect match for you made you nervous beyond reason. Maybe it would have been easier if he hadn’t been so damn gorgeous. “I guess I kinda just got a job working for your team,”

“That’s fucking crazy,” Anthony laughed, unable to contain the bubbly happiness in his heart any longer. “Do you want to go get a coffee somewhere?” His smile was wide as he asked, his emotions hadn’t settled much but he seemed to have control over them now. Seeing that he was more confident helped you relax too, and you took a deep breath before you smiled back and replied.

“I would love that.”

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olwolo · 3 years

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Tumblr keeps hiding ur blogs notifications from me smh anyway I'm adoring the way you're incorporating like familiar color schemes on ur last posts!! The teal with wilbur, the flag colors with the tommy post and jubillee line colors on the reviedbur post 🗣 I'm in love 🗣 the last wilbur one is giving me so many feels but actually, the tommy one gave me goosebumps. The song choice is just SO GOOD! Do u have any more songs u relate to each character? Everytime I try to relate any character to a song it's always techno with muse and nothing else lol BUT I LOVE THE TOMMY ONE U POSTED!! And the figures u used !! esp techno and phil heh 🥰 nice, so nice 🥰 oh and about the Quackity lore, I've seen him talking in a stream that he likes those open lore streams because he likes reading theories and seeing people coming up with the ideas, so ig we will just keep breaking our heads to figure out or just read somewhere else (like I usually do lmfao) 🧨

hellsite (affectionate) but yeah i really like playing around with color palettes cause it makes coloring way more fun for me. i like seeing the theories around quackity’s lore too so like. understandable. and oh boy do i have songs that i relate to the characters. i’ll probably forget a bunch and some of these make more sense than others and some just give me the vibes but here: nine by sleeping at last, a deer mistaking candles for headlights by crywank for ranboo; body by sleeping at last for tubbo (the verses especially); this will end by the oh hellos, pliocene by cosmo sheldrake, east by sleeping at last for wilbur; linger a while by cosmo sheldrake, sorrow by sleeping at last, the ballad of g and x by grandson for tommy; pale white horse and theseus by the oh hellos, mars and north by sleeping at last, woodland by the paper kites give me like vibes for the plot in general and nie ma mnie by kwiat jabłoni has like Huge clingy duo vibes though i’m not sure if i could like translate it properly but i’ve been going insane over it since it was released shdjk

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steponmepinkjun · 3 years

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hey i just wanted you to know that i really love and appreciate your posts about new mexico. there's a good chance my mom and i are moving down there someday, cuz almost all of her family lives there. i've always liked NM, but i've never lived somewhere else before so the thought is pretty daunting. your posts are really comforting, cuz they help me focus on the positives, instead of how scary moving away from my home town is. so thank you <3

Okay I know it has been roughly ONE MILLION YEARS since you sent me this, but I've been keeping it in my drafts because every time I see it it makes me smile 😭

Moving, even in theory, is scary and stressful! Especially if it's to somewhere that's very different from what you know and are used to. New Mexico is one hell of a mixed bag, that's for sure. I could spent a long time describing the faults—they mostly revolve around what it's like to be a child here. But I could spend years writing a love song to this land. It sounds like you've visited here, so I'm sure I don't need to wax poetic—but I kinda want to lol. Visiting here and living here are very different.

I'll first start by saying that as scary as it seems, I'm sure you're a capable human being who can absolutely handle the stress of a move like that, and I'm positive you have a lot to offer, so you'll be able to make friends and find your niche no matter where you are. And a place like this can give you opportunities that maybe you wouldn't have had where you're from, and not just in the form of absurdly delicious food.

There's something about spending a lot of time in the desert here that is so deeply, deeply comforting, and galvanizing. After a few years of driving through the endless hours of two-lane highways, you form a unique appreciation for watching the smooth-topped hills rolling by, knowing that once, those were ripples on the bottom of an ancient ocean. The way every horizon goes a hazy purple, rippling and undulating in the heat, the sky barely obscured by even the tallest and most jagged of mountains. You can sit on the mesa and point at the striped rocks and say, "When the earth was this color, dinosaurs walked the earth." In the north, the mountains are scraggly and so close to the sky that you'll sunburn in ten minutes during the summer; in the south, there are palm trees to match the yukkas. If you want sprawling desert hills, daydreams of cowboys, and visions of adventure and carnage in equal measure, you drive west. If you want long, languid grasslands swaying in a hot, stifling breeze under the cottonwood trunks, you go east. Everything about the landscape repels you, at first glance, because this land is a stage bigger than gods, it's the skeleton of the earth itself, the sun beats down in a way that makes you feel sure you're not welcome, everything from the singular annual snowfall to the crushing weight in your lungs trying to hike into oxygen-deprived heights. But it's raw, it's primordial and untouched in a way that feels triumphant. If you want to feel small, and make peace with your body and your planet and your existence, this is the place to spend a few years. The desert will make you do that. You don't come here to have dinner at the top of a skyscraper, this is somewhere you go to be alone with your earth and your god and your own mind, and feel connected to the world in a way that sitting inside a classroom or a cubicle all day will make you forget is possible.

People here are uniquely unpretentious, unabashedly weird, and very enthusiastic about pretty much every kind of art and craft there is. It's easy to make friends, as long as you know how to laugh. A lot of people here have a desire to coexist with the land rather than conquer it, desire to subsist in the harsh landscape rather than dominate it, desire to learn and create rather than to demolish and replace. All these little scattered towns existing so isolated from the rest of the world, everything feels both hyper-real and utterly absurd. It's a great place to just exist in tune with the natural world—it'll make you go, "Wow, I was not put on this earth to sit in a cubicle or stand behind a register, the world is unimaginably vast and strange and beautiful and I am here, just as much a part of it as anything else."

So if you do wind up here, you'll be just fine. You might even love it—just, take my advise, and don't do one of those hot air balloon rides during Balloon Fiesta. People die in those shits every damn year lmfao.

#Just me waxing poetic about my home #Everything here is beautiful and larger than life #Including the UFO shaped McDonald's in Roswell ❤️#Not arcana #asksteppie

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nordic-language-love · 3 years

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Norwegian

Read 3x articles

Watched 1x Mummidalen episode

Watched 2x Kveldsnytt broadcasts

Watched 1x Nytt På Nytt episode

Wrote 708 words of fiction

italki session

Speaking practice: talked about nutrition, ADHD and Japan

Worked on a vocabulary list

Japanese

Duolingo: Food 1, Hirigana 1, 2 & 3

Practised writing basic sentences about food

Character drills (including kanji)

Norwegian

I’m really pleased with my speaking progress in my italki sessions. Even though I don’t feel like I’m getting more accurate yet, I’m certainly getting more confident, and I managed to not completely forget to pay attention to my accent/pronunciation in this week’s session. I even feel like I got the melody right at times :o So that’s really cool. I’m so glad I decided to start doing this sessions, and I’m so grateful that I get to do them once a week!

I didn’t really do as much as I wanted to this past week. I’ve been feeling burned out again. Might just be depression tbh. But I managed to squeeze some speaking practice in and I watched some TV shows and I wrote some fiction. None of it felt particularly easy. Hopefully this coming week will be better!

Favourite moment: Talking about travel with my italki tutor

Some goals for this week: Chapter 31 of Mysteriet av Nils, finish that vocab list I started making, maybe do another week of the picture describing challenge

Japanese

I always feel like it’s such a miracle when I learn something new in Japanese. Like literally I’ll learn one new word and feel like I’ve conquered a mountain or something lol. When I was first learning Norwegian I’d be like “yeah so today I studied adjectives and I learned 15 new words and I wrote a load of sample sentences” but with Japanese it’s like “I LEARNED ONE NEW WORD HOLY SHIT MOST PRODUCTIVE DAY EVER”.

I didn’t do a lot this week - mostly just refreshed very basic things on Duolingo, but then I did some character drills on Sunday and was amazed to find I could still remember the five kanji I’d learned the previous Sunday, could draw them from memory and write full (very basic) sentences with them.

I did find I’d forgotten some kanji I’d learned previously though. I’m not too sad or annoyed about it - they’re words that I currently don’t have much use for (like north/south/east/west and money and left/right). I’ll need them at some point, and when I do I’ll have a head start because I’ll have covered them before, but at the moment it just feels pointless trying to learn them without context. Although it’s handy going over them anyway for drawing practice anyway.

Favourite moment: Making and understanding sentences on Duolingo without having to use the hints

Some goals for this week: Learn how to say and write basic sentences related to myself (eg I am 28 years old, I speak English), drill characters

Productivity Grid

I meant to stretch/exercise more, but yeah, not been in the mood. I really need to force myself though because it does make me feel better.

Some non-language goals for this week:

Get in the studio for training at least once

Practise fire & flow in the garden

Stretch at least a little bit 5x

Read ~300 pages of my book

Finish tidying and organising upstairs

Job applications

#progress report #langblr #language blog #learning languages #norwegian langblr #japanese langblr

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knybits · 5 years

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hi!!! how about a soulmate au with tanjirou where the indicator is related to their hands (red string, marking on the palms, etc... anything is ok, so whatever works best for u! im just a sucker for these aus lol 😭 ty!

yES MY BOY!! MY BABY BOY!! SUNSHINE!!! im so happy you requested this my hands havent flown faster since SEVENTH GRADE LMAOOOOO ugh this was too blissful for me to write :,) my crops are THRIVING youve saved my grades THANK YOUUUUU!! i too am a sucker for these aus and i cant believe youve hit the jackpot. wow. incredible. anyway i hope you enjoy this bc it was so fun to write!! ily!!!!!

SOULMATE!AU TANJIROU X READER

Everyone’s soulmate indicator is different. Nezuko has a timer on the back of her neck, and Tanjirou’s mother had his father’s first thoughts of her written on the bottom of her foot.

Lucky for Tanjirou, his own mark is on the palm of his right hand.

It’s a compass, always seeming to point east from his tiny village at the bottom of the mountains.

Despite being a charcoal seller with dirty hands, Tanjirou always tried his best to keep his hands as clean as possible, although it was always extremely difficult. His clothes were especially dirty due to the countless times he would rub his hands all over them, but as long as he could see his compass, he’s more than happy.

Nezuko always teased him for constantly thinking about his soulmate. She’d weave tall tales for him, claiming his soulmate lived across the ocean and that he’d probably spend a good portion of his life searching for them with how obsessed he seemed to be when it came to keeping his hands clean.

But Tanjirou would laugh, wave Nezuko off, and claim that he’s more than happy living with his big family in the mountains, and that he doesn’t need his soulmate to be the happiest person in the world.

But Nezuko would be unsatisfied with his answer, and wish that he would pursue a different happiness from his constant familial one.

Tanjirou completely forgot about his soulmate the day Nezuko turned into a demon.

He’d spend his days at Urokodaki’s house, training and training until his hands split open, only to repeat the next day.

The day he arrived at Urokodaki’s house and began his 2 years of training, it pointed south, but he hadn’t noticed.

At the final selection test, it pointed south-east, and he still didn’t notice.

In Tokyo? West, but he was too focused on staying alive to notice then either.

When he met Zenitsu and Inosuke, it continued to point west.

Nezuko was the only one to have continued to pay attention to his mark despite Tanjirou forgetting completely. Either that or he’s far too focused on Nezuko to care about his future.

Nezuko’s heart would drop at the sight of his broken hands, the hands he always worked so hard to maintain to make sure that he could see his compass. It’s buried under calluses and cuts, scratches and dirt littering every line. They’re no longer soft like they used to be, instead thicker and worked to the bone.

In the midst of battle, she saw it waver from north to east before the two were captured and sent straight to the Butterfly estate.

And now in comes you.

Another pillar that basically lives at the Butterfly estate.

You were drinking tea out in the backyard patio when the three males (along with Nezuko) were heaved into the estate.

At the sight of Tanjirou, your hand hurt enough for you to drop your teacup, and Aoi yelled at you for hours on end after, but for once you weren’t bothered by her screams.

Your compass needle spun wildly the closer you walk up to Tanjirou, and when you flipped his right hand over, palm up, your eyes watered at the sight of how broken it looked.

You could faintly make out the compass, and too pained to hope and be let down, you turned his hand over once again.

But now, you can’t seem to erase his kind face from your mind, and your thoughts are littered of the injured demon slayer that resides in the medical ward next to your room.

The day he finally wakes up, you decide to visit him.

Upon knocking on the door to the room, you step in, a tentative, “Kamado… Tanjirou, is it?”

Said male perks up at the sound of your voice, tightly gripping his right hand once seeing you. His nose twitches and his eyes widen; all movements easily seen by you.

“Good, you seem well now. Care for a walk?”

He mindlessly nods his head, lost in your eyes while the pain in his hand seems to grow. Nevertheless, he crawls out of bed and follows right behind you, where you lead him to an empty room with optimal privacy.

“Tea?” You gesture to the pot, and he thanks you.

You smile, looking down as your fluid motions captivate the male, and your voice snaps him back to reality.

“You know, I think we’re soulmates. Do you?”

Tanjirou’s face flushes a deep red, your honesty reminding him of himself.

“May I see your hand?”

He’s quick to obey your orders, laying his open palm into yours before grimacing at the sight of his hand.

It’s recovered a little since his rest, but the sight is still nasty. You continue to smile anyway, tracing the faint compass that seems to be spiraling out of control. Your’s does the same, so you can easily confirm that he is in fact your soulmate.

Your fingers trace over every bump on his hand, memorizing lines and rubbing circles with your thumb over specific spots. Your eyes are half lidded, focused without a hint of unwavering, but Tanjirou can’t seem to place love in your eyes.

“Sorry my hand is like this… I swear I didn’t mean to show any disrespect towards my soulma-”

You silence him by bringing his hand to your lips, and he stiffens, face as red as Haganezuka’s mask.

“You’ve worked so hard to find me… These hands are proof of your sacrifice, and I highly doubt it was the compass that led you to me in the end, Tanjirou.” He can’t help but shiver when his name passes through his lips once more, and his insides are in a violent turmoil.

Just how much damage can your words do to him??

“Believe me when I say this, my love,” he can feel himself melt in your hands (literally).

“But I’m so extremely happy to have you as my soulmate.”

He can see the love in your eyes now.

#kamado tanjirou #tanjirou #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kny #kamado tanjirou x reader #tanjirou x reader #demon slayer #soulmate!au #this....is my pride and JOY

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regalmadness · 4 years

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50 questions you've never been asked

Tagged by @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie thanks love!

1. What is the colour of your hairbrush?

Pink

2. A food you never eat

There is something in my country called Auyama... yup that just

3. Are you typically too warm or too cold

Too cold, like I be cuddling and people will get scared that im as cold as ice and so to ease their worries I just burry my hands and feet into their coat or clothes 🤣

4. What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

Studying

5. What is your favourite candy bar?

The ring pop. I love it! It brings back memories. Either that or any white chocolate.

6. Have you ever been to a professional sports event?

Yes I once had the oportunity to go to a basketball match between the Miami Heat and the Rockets

7. What is the last thing you said outloud?

Take your time its fine, I'll wait

8. What is your favourite icecream?

Bubblegum

9. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Water

10. Do you like your wallet?

Well it keeps my money safe and its got a cool design I guess

11. What was the last thing you ate?

Carrots

12. Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

🤣🤣🤣🤣 living out of my pj collection lately

13. Last sporting event you watched?

The superball (Go 9ners!)

14. What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?

Butter ir cheese

15. Who is the last person you sent a text?

My best friend

16. Ever go camping?

Never have, but Im game all the way!

17. Do you take vitamins?

In case this is ever leaked outside of tumblr and out of the internet I just wanna say from the bottom of my truthfull heart... Mom if you are reading this, yes I am definitelly taking my vitamins every single day without fail. I definitely dont forget and take them daily and not just sometimes.

18. Do you go to church every sunday?

Not every sunday but whenever I can sure

19. Do you have a tan?

In this economy?

20. Do you prefer chinese food or pizza?

Pizza pizza pizza pizzaaaa

21. Do you drink your soda with straw?

I dont have an issue drinking it either with or without a straw but I prefer without since you know *Poison Ivy's voice* gotta do enviroment

22. What colour socks do you usually wear?

Bold of you to assume I only use 1 pair of the same colour and not go all harley quinn on my feet.

23. Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

When its an urgency type of thing. (Always being caferul) *Insert panic voices in the backround, followed by the 'but did you die' meme* Otherwise I drive as fast as the speed limit lets me.

24. What terrifies you?

Well they dont terrify me but like big bugs are a HUGE NO from me (if it has wings make it an ULTRA NO)

25. Look to your left what do you see?

These handsome boys

26. What chore do you hate?

Cleaning the bathroom

27. What do you think of when you hear an ausie accent?

HOT!

28. Whats your favourite soda?

Its a Colombian brand its called cola y pola

29. Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru?

Depends on the mood of the day

30. Whos the last person you talked to?

My best friend

31. Favourite cut of beef?

I like beef I dont have a preference as long as it tastes good

32. Last song you listened to?

Westworld theme (lmao Im just learning piano so I kinda wanna learn how to play it... not because Im still NOT okay with what happened and want to remember Dolores anyway I can, nope Im totally fine with that, Im handling it like a normal grown adult, Im A OK)

33. Last book you read?

Oh wow. Uhhh I think it was a greek mythology one, cant remember the name 😭 its been so long since I've read anything other than the 1000 manuals and documents for work

34. Favourite day of the week?

Kinda varies from season to season, it depends on which tv shows are airing and their schedulle. It used to be sunday bc westworld but now *sighs*

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards?

I can do it midly fast in spanish but in english? 🤣 Im like (how do you sing the song backwards again?)

36. How do you like your coffee?

Sweet! And I prefer Ice coffee to regular.

37. Favourite pair of shoes?

Captain marvel addidas sneakers

38. At what time do you normally go to bed?

That depends, are you refering to actually sleaping? Or at what time I tuck in and either spend till sunrise scrolling through this godforsaken website looking at memes or remembering all the emabasing moments of my life in movie secuence in my brain

39. At what time do you normally get up?

8-9am

40. What do you prefer sunrise or sunsets?

Sunsets

41. How many blankets are on your bed?

I know sometimes bitches be sleeping under 3 blankets, 4 pairs of pillows and butt ass naked because you know life. But you know... its me im bitches.

42. Describe your kitchen plates

Round and white

43. Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage?

Absolutely love cocktails! Anything with blue curaçao or tequila in it Im asfkkshsk! And if I had to choose a plain? Tequila for sure.

44. Do you play cards?

I do like card games and sometimes we play went we get together (family) but im not really good at it I just have fun lol

45. What colour is your car?

Dont currently own one. But my sub card is green if that counts

46. Can you change a tire?

Im a lesbian

47. What is your favourite providence?

Theres a city at the north east of the country called Bucaramanga. Its really nice the weather the people everything!

48. Favourite job you've ever had?

That would be my current job. Flying is my life! (I miss it so much 😞)

49. How did you get your biggest scar?

Long story short my mother was fixing some metal stuff and told me not to come into the house running (I was 5) so ofc I listen to the very wise advise my dear moma gave me and definitely didnt run, hence I definitely dont have a scar on my left cheek (its very tiny now)

50. What did you do today that made someone else happy

Gave my mom a letter and a beautiful everlasting rose.

Thank you, this was fun!

Tagging: @fandommember @dino-hoodie @mccdimples @hipesque @duranza @awhitefairytale @dfincher @giffing

#ask #me

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