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you're losing a savior and a saint
#vandermorgan#rdr2#spring cleaning (my follower count)#anyway really fucking obsessed with am picking up on how dvl posits himself as a father figure to angry disenfranchised young men#to manipulate them to his own ends like how dvl swoops in to validate efs anger in lieu of rf to rip off the us army out of greed/revenge#and reflecting on his own relationship with dvl and how thorougly disillusioned he is with dvl and his ideas. how much is his self just#what dvl wanted him to be? so entrenched in his outlaw life and putting the gang and dvls needs before his own that he cant do anything but#hold onto the hope that he can get through to dvl knowing hes just another toy soldier for dvl to break cause he has nothing left#dvl calling ef 'son' but not am in my last son.. dvl withholding fatherly validation from am when he rejects dvls authority. the ebb and#flow of their coerced 'father/son' relationship is a poor mimicry of unconditional love because it was never about making am feel loved#but making sure dvls needs were met because he can only 'love' people who serve him in some fashion.. there is no unconditional love to dvl#thanks for listening to me brick wall#my art
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# 𝒓𝒄𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 ; continued from here.
❝ axl? ❞ erin calls out for what feels like the hundredth time even as her throat begins to close in on her, dainty hand carefully pushing the door to the master bedroom ajar. she hesitates, lingers in the threshold and struggles to calm down her racing heart. she’s beyond terrified of what might await her inside. it’s three in the morning. the clock is still ticking in the distance. tick. tick. tick. and even children know that all horrible things always happen at three in the morning. this house smells like death — the thought crosses her mind involuntarily and refuses to leave. the air is stale and there’s something dark, sinister lingering in it. ❝ @rcsechild? i’m coming in, okay? ❞ maybe he’s asleep, like most people would be at this ungodly hour, and that’s why he’s not answering, and she’s just so paranoid.
but as she steps inside, she finds the room’s been abandoned. much like the living room, the dining room, kitchen, pantry, downstairs bathroom… pale moonlight pouring in through the tall windows being the only source of light because she hasn’t yet mustered enough courage to turn on the bedside lamp. large shadows dancing between moonbeams, pretending to be what they’re not and sending chills down her spine. it’s like a dream, she thinks, a nightmare. everything’s so vivid and real, and yet it almost feels like she’s standing beside her own body, watching it unfold while having absolutely no control over what happens next. she’s growing numb because she’s had this feeling all night, keeping her wide awake — not that she’d manage to sleep otherwise, she doesn’t remember the last time she got more than two hours of undisturbed rest. a voice in the back of her head telling her to go check on her husband. legally, he’s still her husband. their lawyers have already drawn up divorce papers, but they remain unsigned. at least on her end. why? she can’t explain it.
pale blue eyes scan the area reluctantly, having already adjusted to the dark. what is she looking for? a gun? a noose? traces of blood? his feet sticking from the closet? but the room is empty. the only thing that she finds is an envelope, and for a brief second it almost feels like relief. that is until her brain reminds her that most people who commit suicide usually leave goodbye notes… her hands begin to shake as she picks up the envelope and turns it over. she lifts the unsealed flap and pulls out a single folded sheet of plain white paper. she doesn’t really want to read it. part of her is tempted to rip it apart, stand up and run for the door, never look back again. but before she can stop herself, her fingers are already unfolding the paper, gaze landing on familiar handwriting as her body sinks into the mattress. she reads it, every single word. once, twice, three times… over and over and over again. the tremor in her hands increases and she has to lower them, place them in her lap to stop the letter from flapping about in front of her eyes, giving her an even bigger headache. she smooths it out, smearing droplets of water across the paper. water? but — she begins to hyperventilate, not even realizing that there’s tears running down her cheeks. the ink spreads and words blur as more teardrops roll down her face and fall onto the letter.
for the last goodbye… he’s killed himself. he must have finally done it. that’s why he’s not answering her. she’s come here but it’s too late. it dawns on her all at once, that feeling she’s been having… a person knows what the other half of their soul departs — he’s gone. she so selfishly left him, a broken, suffering shell of a man, blamed it all on him and he’s ended it. it’s all her fault. she couldn’t be the wife that he deserved, couldn’t love him how he needed to be loved. she’s read countless of letters written by him, but not one has ever sounded this final. she folds it and tries to put it back in the envelope, but her hands are trembling too much and all she manages to do is cut the pad of her fingertip on the sharp edge. she gives up, crumples it and tucks it into the pocket of her jeans. her mind’s switched off, and her body’s acting on its own accord, moving almost automatically. her legs are weak, trembling as she stands up, as if they were made of jello. he’s here somewhere… and suddenly she thinks she knows exactly where. the one room that she hasn’t set a foot in since that halloween night. shiloh or willow’s nursery. and god does she dread going there…
#rcsechild#canon rewritten? :') i loved your memes so much that i needed to heal my heart and write out er's response#i left it vague in case you wanted to continue and have him be someplace else? at the studio? in indy? idk kjfdnj#or in the nursery with a g.un or something? idk how we feelin bout more pain?#ernos clearly in shock :) poor thing#but i feel so bad for our son :(#this is like december 1990?#anyway :) thank you for the gorgeous memes and feel free to continue if you want :) but if not don't feel pressured
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How Hermes talks about Luke to others: (the most adoring, protective, forgiving father you've ever met, full of praise and admiration, refuses to give up on him no matter what crimes he commits, defends him to the heroes and begs them to show him mercy, utterly crushed by regret for his own failures)
How Hermes talks to Luke:
#it's so funny (and sad. but let's use the funny lens this time)#he gets angry with annabeth - an incredibly traumatized child - for not running away with luke to help him escape kronos#after luke had kidnapped and tortured her for days and tried to kill her best friends multiple times#meanwhile at NO point does he ever visit luke himself to try to get him out of the cult#his continuous neglect throughout luke's life was a primary reason he could be pulled into the cult in the first place#the only time they spoke luke said 'please do one simple task if you love me at all' and hermes DIDN'T DO IT#and then the moment luke left he was like 'oh my poor son. i love him so much. i wish i could stop him going down a terrible path'#the thing luke asked him to do was tell him about his future in order to avoid the terrible path!#like hermes. come on.#what are you doing?#how do you have all the good dad traits internally and then spectacularly fail at the actions every time?#luke castellan#hermes pjo#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians
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I'm here to hurt you feelings today.
Summary: Morro gets abandoned.
Warnings: Abandonment, describing a panic attack, hysteria
Prompt: Bed | Hope | "Where did you go?"
Extra: Another pre-canon oneshot set before Wu takes Morro in. It's one of the many ways I think Morro could've ended up homeless and parentless, this one being his father (his elemental predecessor) left, and so he and his mother become homeless because she can't get hired. She eventually decides to abandon Morro, and this is Morro's side of her leaving. Enjoy!
You won't.
"But Mama, I don' wan' you to gooo," Morro whines, sticking tightly to the woman's leg.
She brushes some dark strands of hair out of her hair. The woman sighs, "I know baby, but I have to go get food. I promise, I'll be back by nightfall, okay?" She hugs the young child, and carefully peels him off.
He has a feeling she's lying.
"O-okay, Mama." He sniffles and rubs his nose with the back of his hand.
She walks away, muttering something under her breath.
"I'm sorry baby."
Morro stares at the corner she passed, as if she'd appear again laughing, saying it was a joke, and that she'd never leave him. He tightened his arms around himself, trying to preserve what little comfort he could.
Eventually, waiting for Mama gets boring.
He traces the gray spaces between the bricks of the slim alleyway, tosses around pieces of trash that spilled out of the ripped open trash bags, and paces the entire length of the street… 10, no, 15 times!
The sun beats down harshly on the child, sweat drips down his face as he leans against the heated bricks, his groaning stomach reminds him of what he's waiting for.
He could wait for Mama.
…right?
Mama's gonna come back.
He clenches the rag of a shirt he's wearing, digging unkempt nails into the patchy fabric.
Mama's gonna come back.
She's gonna come back
She's gonna come back
She's gonna come back
She's gonna come back!
A stabbing pain radiates from his head.
Something's dripping down his face. Tears? It's fine, Mama's gonna come back.
His throat hurts. A lot. Mama can fix it, she's gonna come back.
Someone's yelling.
Is that him? Is he yelling?
Mama has to come back, she must hear him.
He wants Mama.
Morro doesn't want to be alone. He doesn't want to be forgotten.
Mama didn't forget him, did she? Maybe that's Mama, it's kinda dark, so he can't tell.
Did he do something wrong?
Come back, Mama.
"Where did you go?"
That night, Morro remembers crying himself to sleep, ignoring the loud rumbles of his starving stomach.
Maybe Mama will be there when he wakes up.
Mama wasn't there.
#ninjago#morro ninjago#morro#morro master of wind#morrotober#ninjago morro#morro wu#morrotober 2023#angst#abandonment#if you want i can elaborate on why Mama left#just for the extra angst#my poor baby#he got abandonment issues now#doesn't this just add so much more dimension to wu not coming after morro?#like mother like son#leaving the people they love#if at least one person feels sad while reading this#then i've done my job well
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maybe the answer to "what should Twi's backstory be" is "well what would be the funniest for Time to respond to Rusl casually mentioning where he found the kid?"
#unfortunately the answer still remains 'all of them'#Time: if you dont mind my asking how did he come to be in your care?#Rusl: well i was passing through a burned out ranch on my way into hyrule#Time: oh i see where this is going#Rusl: and i met a scholar on the run with his two sons- the younger had just been born with some kinda birthmark on his hand that freaked#him out real bad so after a bit of explanation i took the kid home with me.#OR#Rusl: and i met a woman there descended from the old ranchers. helped her fix a cart and get back to town. she runs a bar there. that night#a poor woman went into labor alone. didn't make it but there was the baby and Telma couldnt care for him so i took him home#OR.#Rusl: i thought it a bad omen and i was right- there was need in hyrule for a resistance. i met a man there- a royal tutor- and well. long#story short i ran out of the castle nursery with a stolen baby. dont tell link that.#OR..#Rusl: and weirdest thing was in that burned out ranch there was a golden wolf. it gave me the chase back into the woods and there was a bab#just left out there on a tree stump#OR...#Rusl: and there was a stalfos on the ranch. he just handed me the baby and said his name was link. Uli never believed me but#OR....#Rusl: met a girl there later at the ranch- her family used to own it- and we got along well enough. He takes more after her than me#Time (responding to literally any of those): W H A T#sorry (isnt sorry) been thinking about twilight...... and loz in general today
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Sometimes I think of Chicken Little from the movie Chicken Little and cry bc he's just a kid and he's all alone and his dad is ashamed of him and he lost his mother and he gets bullied and harassed bc he's small and kind of strange and he's the only person in the world that knows that the sky is falling and when he tries to tell people they don't believe him
#I WOULD HAVE BELIEVED HIM#ALL THAT PRESSURE ON THAT POOR LITTLE KID#AND THEN HE HAS TO SAVE THE WHOLE TOWN FROM THE ALIENS#THE ENTIRE TOWN THAT OSTRACIZED AND BULLIED HIM BTW#EVEN THE FUCKING MAYOR#LIKE ARE YOU SHITTING ME??#i wouldnt have done it#i would have just left them to get vaporized into the void#idk just after all that hes still so kind and he cares about everybody in that stupid town#AND THE SCENE WHERE HES LIKE BEGGING AND PLEADING WITH HIS FATHER TO JUST BELIEVE HIM#BC IF NOBODY ELSE HAS HIS BACK AT LEAST HIS DAD SHOULD#and he DIDNT#OH AND HIS DAD PURPOSELY SEPARATED HIMSELF FROM CHICKEN LITTLE BECAUSE HE WAS SO EMBARRASSED AND ASHAMED#IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY#idk chicken little makes me really sad#I KNOW THE DAD IS HAVING A HARD TIME I KNOW HES STILL GRIEVING HIS WIFE BUT OH MY GOD#YOUR SON NEEDS YOU. HE HAS NEEDED YOU AND YOU ARE JUST NOT THERE FOR HIM#i could have been a better parent#i could have done it i would have loved him the way he deserved#OH AND HE ONLY HAS LIKE THREE PEOPLE IN HIS LIFE THAT REALLY LOVE HIM COMPLETELY AND UNCONDITIONALLY#AND THEYRE ALL STRANGE AND OSTRACIZED JUST LIKE HE IS#the troupe of people that are othered finding each other. seeing their faults. and loving each other the way that they should be loved#will always EAT ME ALIVE#what was he. like 12?#if i had been in that movie i would have LOST IT if a kid that little had to go through and deal with all of the things that he had to#pretty much alone for most of the movie#i meam he had his three friends for half of it but theres a lot he had to do alone#i just watched it can you tell
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wasplover9000:
Professor Son's ento classes aren't for the faint of heart. Not because he's one of Those Teachers, or anything, or even the bugs, but because he's so hot you will get heart palpitations if you have the slightest interest in men, lol. 12/10 would recommend.
#dbz#gohan#son gohan#dragon ball z#dbs#dbssh#sttl!au#step to the left au#almost canon!verse#entomologist gohan my beloved#materializing that tag into existence uwu#he would be such a good teacher#completely clueless as to why so many people apparently love bugs enough to take ento as one of their gen eds all of a sudden ofc#but still#he is doing such a good job its not his fault people are simping#god bless those poor souls who are just in the course bc they actually like bugs tho#braver than any us marine
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"he doesn't just hate you, he hates everybody, and he doesn’t hate them in an alien way he wants them to know they deserve it" brennan
#god zerxus calling him 'you poor thing'#'im not the one who left my little son down in that city for all my devils to find' oh god#champion of asmodeus zerxus!!!#crit role#exu calamity
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hypothetical anon back again! sorry it’s been so long, i didn’t realize how hard these were to come up with
so, hypothetically, what do you think would have happened if jet actually met iroh and found out that, yes, this is to help aang learn firebending? do you think he would have begrudgingly accepted cause aang’s the avatar or...?
(also, the chapters have been absolutely awesome!!!!!!!)
HIIIII HYPOTHETICAL ANON I MISSED YOU!!!
I’ve been getting a lot of Jet asks lately & I LOVE IT
Soooooo… I think it could go a few different ways between Jet & Iroh. But no matter how much anger and hostility Jet threw Iroh’s way because of his trauma,, I think iroh would see through it just like he did with Zuko.
It might have been more difficult for iroh to be around Jet than Jet around iroh, because Jet would remind him of Zuko (which would be really painful)
But I do think Jet would begrudgingly accept that iroh and his people were there to help and Aang can’t defeat the Fire Lord without learning fire bending.
He wouldn’t have been thrilled with the situation and he would have probably been a pain in the ass, but I don’t think he would be quite as outspoken and angry as he is with his current situation.
I’d also like to think Iroh would be a good influence on him and his patience would have benefitted Jet.
Too bad he didn’t go & now he has to deal with Zuko (& Sokka hahaha)
#it’s funny that the gaang left Jet behind to spare him emotional turmoil#only for Jet to create emotional turmoil#by going out and finding Sokka and Zuko#now he is in a worse situation because of it#I don’t think he regrets saving Sokka#or finding him (he didn’t really save them but I mean he kind of did)#I think deep deep down Jet is happy Sokka is alive#but I think he would rather Zuko dead#we’ll see how all that unfolds…#but yeah I think Jet would have thrown a fit and acted like an ass#but he wouldn’t have been as hostile with iroh as he is with Zuko#poor iroh though#he would be like…#my third son….?#haha & imagine I killed Jet anyway#3/3#:D#ok I’m done sorry#liab#ria#ask#hypothetical anon
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I’m keeping my hair long for the ONLY reason that all or most of the characters I want to cosplay have long hair and I hate wigs I think they look stupid 80% of the time and they’re itchy and hard to style so I want to use my natural hair. But also at this point it’s like. How long can I get it before I snap. It’s at the top of my butt rn. How long can I get it before I go apeshit trying to brush it one day and I just hack it all off with my fabric scissors. Will keep y’all updated.
#tho I wish I could change my hair color at will#I mean luka Vocaloid hiiiii.#also hua cheng. like my hair color is good for shi qingxuan but it’s a bit too light for hua cheng methinks 😔#still not buying a wig for him. wigs my detested.#my friend left me out all alone to try to style tahou fucking maru wig and I said never again#tahoumaru my baby boy I love you but your hair………….*weeps*#I wanted to just use my natural hair for him but we were doing a dororo group cosplay and they pressured me into getting a wig. NEVER AGAIN#the fun thing about that group cosplay is tahou was the only character that wasn’t dirt poor like all my other friends were basically just#*just wearing rags and I was in full Japanese feudal lords son robes#and it was really cold out bc it has never not been cold during acen for some reason#so my job was to just hug everyone between shoots to keep them warm lol#.txt
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finally updated my oc page it took the life out of me i swear
#rena.txt#and this is only the partial oc page </3 my oc sideblog should have the full one but i still haven't sat down to complete it GOD it will#take forever. at least for now i fixed the main one on here. now featuring nader and akira on there :> honestly there are so many ocs i#could still add but?? idk i'm not sure like my tow oc or the skyrim one....uhhhhhh i just idk i haven't played these games in so long i#would need a replay to get back in touch with them..idk idk...pain and suffering for my poor self that is obsessed with accuracy#also biggest update: fenix escaped the striked hell i left him in for vesper's profile jflkjfkl good job king u did it u crazy son of a trmò#ALSO 2.0 the tension between cassandrae having zefyr listed as li while they dont and moira with benny since she well..killed him. love it
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wait so the reason jon was aged up was bc one(1) dude didnt want to write a kid so instead of not writing him he just. ruined the character
this man, to be more specific.
a trip to outer space with jor el and a bunch of black hole time travel nonsense left jon 7 years older and with a bunch of trauma that will never be addressed
the excuse is that it set up the legion of superheroes. i don’t buy it.
#my poor son#i cant believe what they did to him#you could’ve just left it alone or waited a few years b*ndis#superboy#superman#jon kent
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Why is that even a ship.
#'they deserved better'. go eat your foot.#SHE deserved better than HIM#and now you wanna put her movie counterpart through that bullshit?#you want her to be lied to for forty years?#abandonrd so he can try and take over the world?#his show version is worse than his movie version. her movie version LEFT HIM BECAUSE OF HIS BULLSHIT#you think shed stau with slmeone WORSE??? keep their son around someone WORSE???#my wife deserves better#i hate this fandom man#why is it okay to ship tbat man with anuone but you ship his poor wife with anyone people get PISSED#she deserves so so mucu brtter and so does their son#sorry i saw a picture and now im mad
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Watching Home Alone is so funny it’s like
Kevin’s mom: *hyperventilating into a paper bag* I can’t believe I left my son home alone, he has to be so terrified, my poor baby boy all alone I need to go get him-
Kevin: *actively planning to commit war crimes*
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Being Sukuna’s Pregnant Wife and being worshipped as a diety because you were able to conceive the four armed hulking cursed child, you must have the blessing of fertility
Having a shrine erected in your name because barren women believed you’d bless them with fertility despite your legacy starting with the child of the curse that torments them all
Telling your hand maids “Don’t bring me my clothes, bring me one of the kings robes.” The hand maids flinching and wanting to protest out of fear of taking the King of Curses robes
The poor naive young hand maid that had grown a crush on the king excitedly rushing if it meant she could enter the private bed chambers,
Scoffing with a malicious smile to your loyal maids when they shook their heads with Sympathy, they learned long before at such a request it would be foolish to go alone, at least 2 or 3 of them would need to go in your name, preferably the ones your husband recognized to be by your side the longest. But you didn’t like this new girl, she was too enthusiastic to work at the palace only to have a complete change in character when she learned she was assigned to work for you
“It’ll serve that poor girl right” you looked away from the door when your loyal hand maids brought out a wooden box with one of Sukuna’s folded Kimono’s they helped you dress your swollen belly accentuated by the belt the kimono tailored to fit your husband left you with extra space and length, it was far more comfortable then the Kimono’s and robes you were, the lingering smell of your husband with comforting as your rubbed your belly hands barely peeking from the massive sleeves
“Let’s go see my husband.” Was all you said as you started your walk, the maids followed close as you made it to the bed chambers, the door was open, you looked in, Sukuna sneering down at the girl laying in a pool of blood, Uraume was making quick work of the mess
Sukuna’s snapped to you and his arm’s opening in an unusual display of affection, you walked around the mess to reach him, he pulled you into his left side, one hand on your waist the other making you face him, bring his right hand up he rested his hand on your stomach “Some of your maids need a lesson on how to speak to their king,” he looked away from your face to your stomach as he started to move his hands in circles “So swollen with my child, it’s no wonder you send your maids to steal my robes.”
You smack his shoulder with a playful smile and he chuckled “Don’t say it like that you make me feel bigger than i am.”
“Now,” he looked up at your face again, “why are you here.”
You tilted your head to the side, “I started contractions this morning, I’ve been in pain all day and I’m barely standing, my new maid wouldn’t stop speaking so highly of my husband accomplishing having a child when I was at my worst pain level getting ready to push out YOUR child that I HAD to carry. Anyhow I came to get you because he is ready to come.”
Sukuna stared down at you confused “How do you know it’s a boy?”
“I’m his mother,” he watched as you placed your hand over his stilling his rubbing of your stomach, “I knew he was a boy from the day your seed took.”
Sukuna smirked “Is that so? Then let’s see this boy.”
🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤❤️❤️❤️🖤
After an hour of fighting the doctor tending to your birth you gave birth to your lively son, born screaming without needing stimulation to cry form the doctor. Your husband couldn’t help but laugh when he saw his child in his full glory, he was a boy indeed.
The help immediately gave you your son and you cooed at him when he took to your breast, your husband taking blankets from the maids and covered your son also covering you in the process as you struggled a bit to pass what came next. Your son a spitting image of his father, your breathy laugh caught Sukuna’s attention as he came back to your bed side stroking your hair and rubbing your stomach the way the help had been doing.
“What amuses you?” He watched his son slowly close his eyes as you coddled him closer.
“I’m the one who had to carry him for so long, and the ingrate took nothing from me.” You smiled and shook your head before looking up at Sukuna.
Soon the doctor left after clearing you of any possible issues and checking your son. “His name?” You looked at Sukuna and he sighed “Yuji”
The look of adoration in your eyes was something Sukuna would’ve wanted to capture forever if he could express the sentiment. However for now he’d settle for memorizing every detail of today. His wife birthing his first heir, the name she had chosen he permitted.
Maybe just maybe this world wasn’t so bad
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Grief is a funny funny thing
One moment I am furious, the next I'm lower than I've been in a while
I suppose I will never know why she turned on me so viciously, even as she claims to have been my mother figure
Mothers don't abandon their kids or do drugs to numb their own sorrow
They heal themselves
Perhaps one day she will be able to... I certainly hope so
I wish no ill will upon her or her family and friends. I hope that they all heal from their wounds
Even as I scream and rage about how unfair this whole situation is; About how I wish I was young enough to still believe in happily ever afters
But that is not where I am and that is ultimately not productive
Change is coming
It has been coming for years
It's time to embrace the truth
#i wish i got to say goodbye at least#ultimately...... this experience has left me wondering who i can trust and who is pretending to be trustworthy#and my poor sister... my poor sister loved her more than i ever did along with her son#this shit could really hurt her and i feel like the glue is unsticking#dark and deep
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