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Soulmates AU

An AU where everyone in the universe has a soulmate, the first words you say to each other is tattooed on your left wrist, so you know when you've found them. I just wanted to briefly explain the concept behind this. Say your first language is English but your soulmates first language is French, then the writing on your wrist would appear in French even if the first words they say are in English. It's a way for people to find their soulmates easier. Anyway, now that's I've cleared that up I hope you enjoy this short little imagine!

You've always been intrigued by the strange symbols tattooed on your wrist. You found them unique and different. Of course, it goes without saying not everyone shared the same thought. Children would tease you and adults would look at you with pity. You didn't understand why until you got already and realized no language in the world matched the odd shapes. There was no way for you to decipher them, no way for to know what the first words your soulmate would say were going to be. Your parents did their best explaining that not everyone meets their soulmate and maybe you were just one those people. You didn't accept that for a long time, until your twenty-fourth birthday to be exact. You couldn't bear the thought of never meeting the person destined for you. Of being alone and forced to watch everyone else find their soulmates and carry out seemingly perfect lives together. It hurt but you learned to get used to it. Eventually you began covering the tattoo with long sleeves or thick bracelets, hating the teasing and pity that always come along with it. When your parents passed away you found yourself utterly alone in the world. Struggling to make friends considering they always found their soulmate in the end and got wrapped up in a new life.

You became used to the constant empty feeling in your chest. The understanding that even if you met your soulmate, you likely wouldn't even know. You've had so many first interactions with people, and you could never be sure if their words were the ones tattooed on your wrist. You excepted it but never truly got over it. At least not until you met the Doctor.

It had been a normal day; you were returning home from the store late one night when you ran right into a giant scorpion. You had instantly taken off in the other direction only to bump right into the trench coat wearing Time Lord. He took one look at you, grabbed your hand and spoke one simple word with eyes wide in an excitement.

"Run."

"Gladly," you had returned.

And that's how it began. The many adventures far and wide across the universe. Exploring planets and creating all sorts of trouble. It made you almost forgot about your soulmate, about the strange symbols on your wrist. Although at times you still found yourself tracing them at night while tucked away in your bed on the Tardis. You had considered the fact that perhaps your soulmate was an alien, and even looked into the countless current languages throughout the many galaxies. In the end you always came up empty handed and found yourself questioning why you even dared hope. Again, it wasn't so bad. Knowing you'd always have the Doctor at your side, but you couldn't help but question if he'd eventually find his soulmate one day as well. Forgetting about you and leaving alone once more. You tried not to worry yourself over it, especially considering the possibility he could have already met his soulmate once and lost them. You didn't dare bring it up for a long time. Almost a year to be exact. That is until one day, while sitting on the edge of the Tardis hovering over the Earth, you couldn't hold your silence any longer.

"Doctor," you spoke up tentatively, "Do you have a soulmate?"

His eyes flicked towards you with a small smile before gazing back out at the beautiful world below, "I do. I'm not sure I've come across them yet. You know how it goes being a time traveler. What about you?"

"I'm not sure actually," you respond sheepishly, wondering if he'd give you the same pitiful look so many others have if he knew about the tattoo on your wrist, "If I did, do you really think I'd have agreed to travel with you," you add teasingly causing him to chuckle.

"I suppose not," he returns with a smile, meeting your eyes. You shift nervously for a second, glancing towards his covered wrist before back towards his questioning gaze.

"Can I see it?"

"I don't see why not," he agrees, pulling the sleeve of his suit up to reveal one simple word upon his skin. Gladly. You almost chuckle, realizing that's the first thing you had said to him when you meet. It's even become a running joke of sorts between the two of you, every time he tells you to run you always respond with that word. It doesn't really click or mean anything to you, considering there are countless reasons someone could say that to him. Though a part of you feels somewhat bad you've said the first word his soulmate is supposed to say so many times.

"Can I see yours?" he asks softly, causing you to nod as you pull the sleeve of your hoodie up to reveal the symbols.

"Just don't laugh," you beg, looking anywhere but him. You don't expect the sharp inhale followed by the feather light touch of a finger tracing the tattoo. You look towards him curiously, seeing his eyebrows pinched in confusion while an almost awed smile sits upon his face. His sparkling brown eyes finally meet yours, the grin widening in wonder.

"Do you know what this says?" he asks, causing you shake your head in response.

"Run," he says simply.

"How could you know that?" you question, not quite catching on to what he's already realized.

"Well simple. It's Old Gallifreyan."

Your eyes widen instantly, mouth nearly dropping in shock as you stare at him. "Wait. Does that mean?"

"I'm your soulmate," he finishes, his smile growing impossibly wider as you can only laugh in disbelief.

"All this time I thought I'd never meet my soulmate and yet here I am. Having been traveling with him for nearly a year," you exclaim, unable to contain your growing excitement.

"No wonder I liked you so much," he teases, causing you to smack his shoulder playfully.

"I thought you liked me because I'm clever!"

"Oh, I do! But Y/N, you're my soulmate. In all of the wide universe, you're my soulmate."

"I hope that doesn't bug you," you respond sheepishly, suddenly wondering if he's disappointed that his soulmate is a plain, old human.

He laughs at that, those beautiful brown eyes holding a fondness in them you've never seen before.

"Why would it bug me? You're absolutely brilliant, full of compassion, and more stunning than any star or nebula! If anyone were to be my soulmate, I'm glad it's you."

You can't help but blush at his words, "I'm glad your mine as well Doctor," you respond before sending him a teasing look, "Now you can't get rid of me."

"Oh, I would never dream of it," he grins leaning forward to kiss you for the first time. And that is better than all the galaxies combined. Better than watching Super Novas or exploring foreign. You almost feel breathless as he pulls away.

"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," he admits with that endearing smile you can never get enough of.

"Me too," you return, causing his eyes to soften as he leans forward to peck your lips one more time before bouncing to his feet. He holds his hand out to you with an excited grin.

"Now where should we go for our first date?"

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Again with Glorfindel’s death

I want to add another reason to my previous post as to why Glorfindel’s death sucked. Because his death sucked. Like, really sucked, and not just because he was that close to surviving that duel. Because can we just recognize how thoroughly Glorfindel killed that thing? I’ve heard/read posts and whatnot about this fight, like when a new fan has a question about it, right? Some explain that Glorfindel fought the Balrog and the Balrog fell off a cliff, taking Glorfindel with him. That they both died from the fall when they hit the bottom of the chasm. That Glorfindel drove the Balrog back to the edge of the cliff until it fell, so it was fortunate they were fighting on top of crag and not a field or something. That yes, Glorfindel was an epically skilled warrior, but that the fall off the cliff is what killed the Balrog. But you know what, in Glorfindel’s defense, I want to debunk that. Because that Balrog would have died regardless if it fell or not. And because, mainly, it’s NOT TRUE. In short, that fiery demon was royally screwed. 

For one thing, in the dynamics of that particular fight, Glorfindel was the instigator of that duel, not the Balrog: 

“…that Balrog that was with the rearward foe leapt with great might on certain lofty rocks that stood into the path on the left side upon the lip of the chasm, and thence with a leap of fury he was past Glorfindel’s men and among the women and the sick in front, lashing with his whip of flame. Then Glorfindel leapt forward upon him and his golden armour gleamed strangely in the moon, and he hewed at that demon that it leapt again upon a great boulder and Glorfindel after.” 

The Balrog didn’t confront Glorfindel. Glorfindel confronted it. And not only that, but the Balrog was actually trying to get away from him. The aggression and fight that Glorfindel faced it with was intense and frightening enough that he forced the Balrog to yield ground, forcing it up higher on the pinnacle. 

“Now there was a deadly combat upon that high rock above the folk; and these, pressed behind and hindered ahead, were grown so close that well nigh all could see, yet it was over ere Glorfindel’s men could leap to his side. The ardour of Glorfindel drave that Balrog from point to point, and his mail fended him from its whip and claw.” 

So begins the infamous “deadly combat” of this duel on the mountain peak. It was a fast fight as far as such things are measured and everyone could see it as Glorfindel was giving it his all. And his skill and “ardor” were as such that the Balrog was being driven wherever Glorfindel forced him to move, no matter how much whip and claw and who knows what else he was being attacked with. 

(On a side note, could Tolkien have described a more cinematically epic battle? There is a lot of delicious epicness in regards to battles/duels fought in the Silmarillion, but in terms of how an epic showdown is often brought to life on the big screen, I don’t think Tolkien could have gone more out than what he did with Glorfindel; alone on top of a mountain peak, dueling with a fiery monstrosity while everyone’s literally just looking up from below, watching him) 

“Now had he beaten a heavy swinge upon its iron helm, now hewn off the creature’s whip-arm at the elbow.” 

Not only do we have a head wound, but also an arm amputation, one right after the other. What heathen roar did the Balrog unleash when Glorfindel cut off its arm? Can the refugees of Gondolin who were watching still hear the echoes of it? 

“Then sprang the Balrog in the torment of his pain and fear full at Glorfindel, who stabbed like a dart of a snake; but he found only a shoulder, and was grappled, and they swayed to a fall upon the crag-top.” 

Okay, so at this point of losing its arm, the Balrog is actually now terrified of this Elf, who apparently could move so fast and deadly that it couldn’t compensate, particularly after the loss of its infamous whip-arm. (Does a Balrog have blood, by the way? Is there anything falling out of its arm? Dripping magma, maybe? Unimportant.) Taking who is who into account, it’s clear that it was Glorfindel who “found only a shoulder” and that he himself “was grappled” in turn. So he manages to take hold of the Balrog again, despite that the demon was springing away from him, and that while he had the Balrog’s shoulder, the Balrog managed to seize him. That’s what “grapple” means, to seize another or each other in a firm grip, like in wrestling where you engage in close quarters. 

So in this stage of the duel, Glorfindel somehow got the Balrog’s shoulder, but it involved somehow seizing it. My theory is that he stabbed his sword deep enough into (or through) the Balrog’s shoulder that the sword caught there, twisting in his grip and causing the demon even more torment and that he couldn’t wrestle the sword free while they “swayed” literally body to body in a vicious wrestling match on top of the pinnacle. It’s plausible this was the case because it’s customary during any fight to stay outside of your enemy’s reach, and so when Glorfindel couldn’t pull his sword free from its shoulder, he found himself now wrestling with the Balrog that his caught sword now brought him in close quarters with. I say this because, as we see in the next verse, his right hand and sword were no longer available. 

And oh man, this next verse…talk about the final nail in the coffin. 

“Then Glorfindel’s left hand sought a dirk, and this he thrust up that it pierced the Balrog’s belly nigh his own face (for that demon was double his stature); and it shrieked, and fell backwards from the rock…” 

Imagine that, if you will. A dirk is a long thrusting dagger, and Glorfindel shoved this thing so far up the Balrog’s torso that it almost went into his face. From belly to face. Considering that the Balrog was twice the size of Glorfindel, that means Glorfindel most likely had to shove his arm inside the beast in order to keep thrusting the dirk upward and into its head. 

That Balrog didn’t trip over its feet and fall off the cliff. Glorfindel didn’t shove it and just got lucky that the Balrog lost its balance and fell off. That Balrog fell because it could no longer stand. It fell because it could no longer fight. And it was dead before it hit the bottom of the chasm. 

“…and falling clutched Glorfindel’s yellow locks beneath his cap, and those twain fell into the abyss.” 

And literally, with its last dying breath, the Balrog grabbed Glorfindel’s hair as it was falling and took the Elf with him. 

…. 

Tolkien writes right after that this was “a very grievous thing” and I think I have to agree. Not only because Glorfindel was most dearly beloved by all the people of Gondolin, but because Glorfindel should have survived that duel. He should have lived. While I do wonder what injuries Glorfindel did suffer, if he caught fire and how badly if so, he himself didn’t actually undergo any serious wounds, apparently too fast on his feet for the Balrog to land a fatal blow, and it was only because the demon grabbed his golden hair with its last moments of life that he died. Did I mention his death sucked? 

Good Valar, can you envision just what the people of Gondolin saw when this duel went down? Were they rendered silent as they watched? And you want to tell me that the Balrog died because it fell off the cliff? At this point, it probably would have jumped off the cliff just to get away from Glorfindel. That “shriek” the Balrog let loose when Glorfindel gutted him from navel to nose? Tolkien called it “the death-cry of the Balrog”. I think it’s a testament to the Balrog’s terrible might that it managed to still have the strength to grab hold of Glorfindel’s hair after that. That Balrog didn’t die because it fell: it fell because it died. And it died because Glorfindel killed it. (What does a Balrog’s shriek sound like, by the way? Not its roar or grumble, but a shriek.) Thanks to Glorfindel, it got beaten on the head, lost its whip, lost its arm, lost the use of its shoulder, and Glorfindel “hewed at that demon” so much that the Balrog was actually running away from the Elf. Or tried to, rather, because Glorfindel just kept on his tail, chasing him up the mountain, relentless, giving no quarter, lethal, and undeniably an awesome sight to behold. And then, to top off the three critical wounds Glorfindel dealt the demon, the Balrog was then literally gutted. 

So to reiterate: that Balrog was DEAD. Deader than a doornail in that duel with Glorfindel.

**texts from “The Fall of Gondolin” HoME II.194-5 **EDIT: here’s a link to a brief convo about the thrust of his dirk into the Balrog

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Beautiful Angel PT. 1

Mentions of abuse, violence, swearing.

The girl living down the hall from Bucky had caught his eye the first time he laid eyes upon her. She was rushing up the stairs while he had been leaving the complex to head to the store. The woman had accidentally bumped into him in her hast causing her to almost tumble down the stairs if it weren’t for his arm reaching out to steady her. Bright grey eyes met his and for a moment he found himself lost in a trance as he stared into a metaphorical storm brewing within her vibrant irises. Her long bright blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders and fell slightly to cover both sides of her face. She had muttered an apology quietly, her voice light and beautiful like a song or the calming tide of the ocean. Then just like that she was gone, a floral smell the only evidence she had even been there at all. He couldn’t help but wish he had asked for her name then.

He had only seen the girl a few times after that, knowing he couldn’t get involved with someone. He was hiding for a reason and creating friendships and possibly relationships isn’t the way to disappear, he would know. It’s been easier to ignore the beautiful woman after he saw a man come and go frequently from her apartment. He’s come to realize the man must be her boyfriend or husband. He definitely doesn’t want to cause any problems because then he would have to relocate and he’s come to like Denver. He’s even started decorating his apartment considering he’s been settled here for over six months now. He even had a decent paying job as a mechanic at a local owned Car Shop. He has a new life. And while it may not be the best, it’s damn better then being a machine for Hydra. He’s finally free and he knows he can’t let some random girl- or any girl for that matter get close to him. But then the yelling starts.

He’s not sure if it’s because of serum hydra injected him with or if everyone else on his floor just remained ignorant to it, but atleast once a week arguing could be heard from the door down the hall. Apartment number 48. He’s tried to ignore it, much like he’s sure everyone else was doing. But then the arguing escalated until yelling could be heard nearly every night or morning. He was growing worried for the couple, more so the young woman who could be heard trying to speak over the much louder man. Infact he had almost convinced himself to check things out when it suddenly stopped. As if it had never happened, the fighting ceased and raised voices could no longer be heard through the walls. Bucky assumed they had worked everything out, or perhaps finally called it quits.

The weeks following he noted he no longer saw the blonde beauty and wondered if she moved out. Then he heard it. It has been an especially quiet night, and he find sleep escaping him entirely. His mind was to wrapped up in past memories to be able to rest. It was subtle and almost blended into the background but after a moment the sound was easily indentifiable. A young woman crying. His heart had clenched upon realizing it was her. The beautiful woman who was weeping within her apartment. That night he decided to figure out what was going on, new life be damned.

That is exactly what lead him to this horrible situation that he had never anticipated on. When he knocked on door 48 the woman’s boyfriend, a tall burly fellow with blonde hair styled in a military cut opened the door. He glared at Bucky instantly but that isn’t what caused the former assassins blood to boil. It was whimpers of pain echoing from the back of the apartment and the blood staining the mans visible hand. The man quickly sees where Buckys eyes are cast and slams the door before muffled footsteps can be heard.

The soldier doesn’t take a second kicking down the door and following the man to the bedrooms located at the rear of the apartment. He enters the main bedroom to freeze instantly when he sees a gun pointed at the blonde woman’s head. Her hair is matted in blood and bruises cover her fair skin as tears streak from her eyes. “Let her go,” Bucky snarls, trying to ignore the fear radiating from the woman whose own boyfriend is currently holding a pistol to her skull.

“Or what, why do you even care? Are you one of the men she whores around with,” the other man growls tightening his hold on the small woman.

“I-I never cheated on you C-Charles. You’ve made sure I’m always h-here,” she chocks out past her fear and sobs.

“Liar! I will kill you bitch don’t test me,” Charles her boyfriend yells angrily moving his other hand to grip her jaw tightly.

“I-I’m not lying,” she cries as his grip tightens. The man starts ranting, his words not even truly making sense as he continues threatening the girl trapped within his held.

While his attention is one the blonde woman Bucky carefully reaches his hand into his pocket gripping the hilt of a small knife he always carries around. Without a second thought he pulls it out and flings it, a thud following shortly after as it hits his intended target in the head.

“O-oh my god,” the woman whispers with wide eyes as she stares at the dead body of her boyfriend before looking at Bucky. The two state at each other for a moment in silence, neither quite sure what to say.

Suddenly the woman flings forward and Bucky finds warm arms wrapped around him. “Thank you, y-you saved my life. He was- he was going to kill me,” she says darkly tears still falling down her blue and purple checks.

“Don’t worry about it darling, your safe now. Come on let’s go, I’ll call someone to deal with him. Let’s get you cleaned up. I’m Bucky by the way,” he says with a smile, helping the injured woman from the apartment. Her eyes meet his once again and he feels the breath leave his lungs. He swears his heart also stops and his stomach ties in knots when she looks up at him with a beautiful smile.

“I’m Azura.”

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American Fighter ~ Steve Rodgers

Reader and Steve have been dating for a couple months when she finally admits to her secret military background.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, depresssion, war, torture, and injuries.

Joining the Avengers had been the best thing to ever happen to you since you were accepted into the army nearly 6 years ago. You felt as if you mattered and could do the good you once did in the military again.

Sure you didn’t have crazy witch powers like Wanda, an expensive combat suit like Tony, god like powers like Thor, or super serum like Steve and Bucky. But you were an amazing fighter, one who has been rumored to be even better then the lethal Black Widow. And yes those rumors were true. Plus your accrucary with a gun rivaled Hawkeyes with a bow.

Therefore you were an asset to the team and had even been envolved in the New York battle. Despite the horror and sadness of the fight something good has blossomed from it. You and Steve bonded by fighting side by side. Often times one saving the other from the ugly aliens. After that you became best friends and a relationship grew.

You’ve been dating the soldier for nearly 6 months now. It’s been the best months of your life and you truly love the man. Your always so comfortable and carefree when your with Steve. Although right now all you feel is nerves.

Steve looks into your Y/E/C eyes expectantly, waiting for your response. His question had left you speechless. The man had asked you to move in with him and make your relationship more serious. While you want to live with the caring soldier with all your heart one thing worries you.

Your nightmares. Everyone knew you were talented but assumed it was from a spy background much like Clint and Natasha when in fact you had been a Special Op soldier. You were one of the best, destined to be the captain of the best squadron the US would have ever seen. No one knew about that. Not even Steve. Seeing his blue eyes desperately begging you to live with him made your heart crack and make a decision you never thought you would. Tell him about your past.

“Look Steve, I’d love to move in with you but there’s something I have to tell you, something about my past first,” you say, trying not to excite the man in case he decides you end up being to much baggage and he changes his mind.

“Of course you know you can tell me anything Y/N,” Steve says leaning forward on the bed and staring into your eyes. Silently waiting for you to talk.

“Okay you're probably going to be a little mad about me hiding this. But I never went to college like I’ve been telling everyone. I actually went to the army right after I graduated, was even in the Special Ops! I served for 4 years, I was only 2 months away from being promoted. I was considered one of the best and with my promotion I would have become a captain and been the head of one of the best squadrons that the military would have ever seen, aside from the Howling Commandos that is.” You say with a slight smile. That smile quickly disappears as the next part of your story enters your mind.

“Although that dream changed when a small network or Iraqi terrorists captured me and my team. I was the squad leader so I was forced to watch as those bastards tore my team, my family apart. I was helpless as they were brutally slaughtered before my eyes.” By this point tears began to flow down your cheek and you could no longer look the strong and valiant soldier before you in the eyes.

“When I was the only one left they began torturing me, not like it mattered. I was already a zombie by that point. It broke me and when I was finally saved I wasn’t, conscious for a long time. I’m still not completely okay. I have nightmares and flashbacks. I can’t be in large crowds without being worried someone will sneak up on me, or fight with you guys and not worry I’m going to have to watch you all die. It scares me Steve and most of all it scares me that I’m going to lose you. Not only because I’ve lost everyone in the past, but because I know what I’m dealing with is a lot. So if you don’t want to worry about the baggage I carry I completely understand.” You finish off, trying to hold back sobs.

You finally glance up and see Steve is nearly in tears too. “Oh Y/N,” he whispers pulling you to his chest. “I wish you would have told me about this sooner, I could have done so much to help you. And I would never leave you, no matter what happened to you in the past or how it’s affecting you in the present. I love you and you revealing this to me only makes me want you to move in even more so I can comfort you every night you have nightmares,” he says softly, running his hands through your hair.

You smile, the fear and sadness slowly being washed away by Steve’s utter love for you. “In that case let’s spend our first night with me living here together,” you say, pushing the soldier onto his back and snuggling into his side.

“I love you,” Steve whispers, comfortingly rubbing your back. His fingers sending warmth through your body.

“I love you too,” you tiredly respond before falling into your first peaceful rest in a long time.

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Fan girl ~ Loki

What if one of Loki’s fans had been in the street and seen him?

Your day was going by as it normally did. You roamed the streets, hood up and glancing around. You were waiting for the right person to walk by. That’s when you see two men walking in front of you. One is a long haired blonde and massive while the other has long black hair, is equally tall, but built much thinner.

The black haired one is wearing a suit and you quickly decide he looks rich. Hopefully he’s the kind to carry benjamins in his wallet.

You follow them for a little bit and begin to get closer. Waiting for the right moment. You creep behind the man and begin reaching for his pocket.

You jump in shock when two girls rush over screaming. For a second you think they caught you trying to pick pocket the man. With wide eyes you watch as the two girls run up to the blonde man. That’s when you finally see his face and your jaw drops. He’s Thor! An Avenger and god of Thunder.

You roll your eyes as the two girls start flirting with Thor and ask for his picture. The man with Thor is obviously annoyed also as he turns away and instead looks directly at you. That’s when you nearly lose it.

“Oh my god, your Loki!” You say, excitement filling your body. You almost saw the god of mischief as a role model. At a young age you had been introduced to the thief life in order to survive. Now a days you did much more then petty crimes. In fact pick pocketing was simply a hobby compared to the crimes you have committed. And now to meet the man that wanted to contain the feral animal that is man kind is mind blowing.

“Yes I tried to take over Earth but please don’t scream it’s quite annoying,” the god mutters.

“Oh trust me I’m not scared! Overjoyed yes! I’m such a huge fan, I was just thinking about how annoying those two over there are but then I saw who was with Thor! I gotta take a picture with you, the gang will love it,” you say already pulling out your phone.

You notice Loki’s shocked look but ignore it and instead position yourself next to him to take a selfie. He glances at the camera and smirks. Click.

“Perfect! Thank you so much,” you exclaim with a huge smile.

“If I may ask, what could possibly make a young mortal as yourself see me as someone to be like?” He asks.

You shrug thinking over what to say. “Let’s just say ever since I was young I’ve been doing bad cause humanity did me bad. It was nice to see someone else that hates humans actually do something about it,” you giggle, wondering if you admitted to much. Was it wrong to hate your own race? Probably.

“What is your name?”

“Y/N,” you respond with a smile.

By now the girls had left and Thor had turned to see what his brother was up to. He was shocked to see him talking to a midgardian, both holding smiles on their face.

“Loki we must go,” Thor says, almost as if it was Loki that had been holding them up this whole time.

Loki rolls his eyes at the other god and turns back to the human. “I will see you again one day Y/N,” the handsome god says before placing a chaste kiss on your check and disappearing into the crowd.

Definitely the best day ever.

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