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matan4il · 1 year
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Buddie 613 meta
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We now know that the man who risked himself to get Buck out of the line of fire during the shooting arc is Jeshan, which means ‘clear’ (if you’re interested, you can find more name meanings for 911 characters here). So let me just giggle for a second about the fact that 911 had once again reunited Buddie with a character who can be referred to as Captain Clear Me(h)ta. Coincidence? IDK. But I have to admit, it kinda made me reflect back and feel nostalgic. When I first started watching the show, I had no intention of writing meta for 911, but after going ballistic when 309 aired, I knew I would HAVE to use the s3 hiatus to write down all my thoughts about everything Buddie related so far. That’s what I did, I wrote and shared my baby, my first round of Buddie meta. That’s where it was supposed to end, but then people asked and encouraged me to write meta for the eps in 3b as they would air, too. I figured I could try, and that’s how my Buddie weekly meta posts were born. At the time, there was no one else writing proper weekly meta (I don’t mean a summary/review of the ep, or meta posts that stand on their own, but proper analysis on Buck, Eddie and those who matter to them, organized and serialized for each ep as it aired). And now, I’ve been writing them for almost 3.5 seasons. And I feel like they’ve inspired others to do the same. TBH, I can’t actually remember seeing weekly meta posts in other fandoms (maybe they exist and I just haven’t come across them, IDK). So I got all emotional, thinking about how these posts may be love notes to Buddie and the show, but most of all they’re a love letter to the wonderful people who have been supportive and encouraging, who’ve been reblogging the posts, who’ve been commenting on them and telling me that what I do makes a difference for them. Thank you so much, these posts wouldn’t exist without you. You have a much bigger impact on the fandom than you might have realized! So if Captain Mehta is indeed a nod to the meta, it’s a loving, appreciative nod that belongs to all of you. ~~
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When Chim shows up to escort Hen to work, he ends up sitting down for a talk with Denny instead, and I really enjoyed this scene, it was lovely, but it also once again emphasized the difference between the firefam kids’ relationship with their parents’ colleagues and the r/s Buck and Chris have. Chim talks to Hen’s son when he happens to come across the kid, but he only sits down for a proper conversation because Denny implies Hen and Karen are up to something intimate, and Chim shouldn’t interrupt them just yet. Consider how different that is to how Buck intentionally looks to spend time with and dedicated to Chris! And then Chim is impressed by how smart Denny is. It’s cute, but it also reveals just how little they interact that this comes as a surprise to Chim. It’s so different to the intimate familiarity of a parent, which is what we know Buck has with Chris (and that Chris has with Buck, which can even be seen in the kid’s teasing, for example regarding the snoring in 414). ~~
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You might have seen that, when the promo came out, I momentarily lost my sanity and posted this. I just couldn’t get over the fact that they actually had Eddie correct the chief on the duration of Buck’s death. It was such a spouse thing to do. It was a declaration about the anguish that each single second represented, when Eddie couldn’t breathe because Buck wasn’t. It was a confession of sorts, on how Eddie felt as he desperately NEEDED his husband to live (I’m not even joking when I ascribe him this title, Eddie said with his whole chest, “THAT IS MY IDIOT HUSBAND THAT I HAD TO WATCH DIE FOR THREE MINUTES AND SEVENTEEN SECONDS AND I WILL NEVER FORGET ANY OF THOSE SECONDS, NOR LET ANYONE ELSE DO THAT”). It was a glimpse into how time must have moved differently for him as each second etched itself forever into Eddie’s mind. And yes, it’s a clear parallel to 413, when we witness time slowing down for Eddie. And I mentioned in my post that in both scenarios, Buck is just out of his reach, so close, but simply not close enough. In one case, this forced Eddie to believe he must now accept his own death. In the other, he couldn’t accept the possibility that Buck would die, so he just fought harder, and if he couldn’t save Buck with one course of action, he tried another, Eddie just had to keep going, 'coz the idea of those three minutes and seventeen seconds turning into an eternity? Unacceptable. ~~
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But notice in my unhinged post from that day, I used the word ‘counting.’ Eddie counted the seconds, and this is revealed to us at a poker game where Buck is counting the cards. I already noticed that when we saw the promo, but this connection was reinforced in the ep itself when Chief Williams vocalized what Buck was doing. The thing about counting is that it’s reserved for what matters, what’s crucial. Buck is counting the cards in order to win, and he wants to win because it matters to Eddie. Buck wasn’t the one who initiated the search for a poker game where he could use his newfound skills, Eddie was the one to take that initiative. And he could bring Buck along without telling him where they’re going (I would normally scream for a whole separate paragraph just about Eddie telling Buck to dress nice and there being no need for any further explanation or prompting, but we were so well fed, I’ll have to scream about it into my fist for just one sentence) 'coz Eddie was so sure his husband would go along with whatever crazy scheme he’d come up with. And he was right, even though Buck didn’t think it would end well, he still went along with what his husband wanted. Please let me reiterate: Buck’s counting cards because Eddie is so important to him, and Eddie was counting the seconds because Buck’s his vital sign. ~~
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Another thing to keep in mind about the poker game is that the only other time we’ve seen Buck playing poker was in 312. In that ep, Eddie was off to meet Christopher’s school teachers (leading to his eventual lackluster r/s with Ana), so having a free evening, Buck spends it with Maddie, Chim and Josh (and is told he unequivocally sucks at Poker). Jokes were made about setting Josh and Buck up, and it was implied whatever Buck’s sexuality was, that was not the reason why Maddie abstained from making the match. What I find interesting is seeing how far our boys have come! In that ep, they were operating separately, and it led them down the wrong paths.
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In this ep, Buck and Eddie were inseparable both as a couple (even sharing the winnings from Buck’s new talent, because what don’t these two share? And I was particularly chewing glass when Chief Williams asks Buck how he wanted HIS winnings, but instead of answering her, he looks at his husband. THEY ARE SO FREAKING MARRIED), and as a family unit with Chris (which is maybe a good moment to point out that all of the romantic couples were paired off in 613, and so were Buddie! Now, one could argue that Buck and Eddie were paired off because, well... who else is left for them to hang out with? But 312 is a reminder that when the show wants to, it can push the main cast and minor characters into the same orbit, so it still didn’t HAVE to pair Buck and Eddie off here. It chose to. On top of that, by showing them with Chris as well, 911 reminded us they’re far more bonded than just two best bros hanging out together ‘coz none of their other friends are single). In short, during 312, Buck lost and Eddie was about to be lost on a detour in his romantic journey. In 613, they ARE a family, they work as one throughout the ep, not just in parts of it, and they’re both winning. ~~
Something that gets to me is that when I first shared the BTS pic of Buddie at the poker game, it was clear that Eddie was just bursting with self confidence. He looked like he would be the star of that game. But when we got the promo, we discovered that it was actually going to be Buck who would shine that night. So what makes me slightly froth at the mouth is that all of that sexy confidence we picked up on in the photo? It was real. We weren’t wrong. It just wasn’t confidence that Eddie had in himself, it’s confidence he has in Buck. All of his swagger? Is a reflection of how much he believes and enjoys seeing his husband be a star. I am gonna need 3-6 working weeks at least to recover from knowing this. ~~
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Speaking of things that destroyed me forever, everything about the Buckley-Diaz family in this ep falls into that category. I mean, not only did we once again have incredibly domestic scenes, we had one that was very reminiscent of the lasagna one in 601 (Eddie with Chris at the table, Buck fussing around them only to join in once he brings along something to be consumed), reinforcing that this is THEIR NORM, we also had Eddie and Chris being so cute and supportive when it comes to Buck’s new ability (Chris calls him a superhero, Eddie goes along with it, and when Buck’s upset he didn’t get a better superpower, naming some he would have liked to have, Eddie comforts him by saying those other options sound horrible). 
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And then to top it all off, we had Buck and Chris cooking together. Bobby’s been explicitly acknowledged as basically being Buck’s dad by both of them, and we know Bobby’s been teaching Buck how to cook. Now we get Buck doing the same with Chris, clearly marking them as father and son, especially since this is done with just the two of them, this special time that’s allocated just to their bond together. Eddie is not needed as a middleman. I know that this isn’t news, but every single time the show reinforces this truth, that Buck is Christopher’s other dad, that their bond is that deep, I gain 10 years, so I have to mention it. ~~
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For 613, I made my weekly gifset about Buck and answers, but I’d actually like to elaborate on what you see there. In 602, at the happiness center call, we see Buck looking to Lev in search for his own answers on what his happiness looks like. When he still can’t find any, he turns to Hen, because she always has them. Along this season, that’s been his theme. He’s trying to figure out what he wants in order to be happy, which is connected to the couch theme we’ve all been screaming about since 601 (and especially after he fell asleep on Eddie’s in 612). In 613, Buck suddenly finds that he’s the guy with the answers and he likes it. But has he really got them? Buck says these words to Eddie and Chris, and in addition to that, while he utters them, he’s literally captured in the same frame together with Eddie. But it’s also essential that we heard why Chris can’t just be given the answers. It’s in order to learn, Eddie tells him. That’s exactly what Buck has to do, he has to find his answers in order to learn from the search process. He’s not just there yet, but the framing of the whole scene coupled with the ongoing couch theme is very loud. ~~
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What gets me maybe most of all in a whole ep of REALLY GOOD BUDDIE CONTENT, is the way the whole thing wraps up. The storyline on Buck’s new abilities doesn’t end with any commentary on those or on his recovery process. His last scene in this ep is the one with Chris. It follows directly the one with Hen and Karen, a scene which reminds us that we’re never surprised at either woman spending solo time with and caring about Denny, even though neither is biologically related to him, because they ARE BOTH his parents. In the same way, it’s only natural that we see Buck spending alone time with Chris, without Eddie around. It is so meaningful that the last shot of Buck in this ep is not about his story line at all, and neither his abilities, nor having died for several minutes is the point. Instead, the last, and therefore most significant shot of Buck in this very Buddie domestic ep, is him smiling at their son. I feel like that says everything about his trajectory.
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ltwilliammowett · 25 days
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Wreck of the Alice A. Leigh or Rewa, New Zealand
The Rewa was once the largest sailing ship registered in New Zealand, originally named Alice A. Leigh (1889) and the 3,000 tonne vessel had 4 steel masts and 31 sails.
The barque had several adventures, she survived a collision with the German ship Rickmers, a minor mutiny in 1904 and, in 1914, made a very fast passage of 48 days for the 900 mile trip from Mexico to Newcastle. In October 1916, she was nearly sunk by the famous German submarine U-35 in the Mediterranean. Alice was sold in 1917 to the New York and Pacific Sailing Ship Co. Her last visit to Australia as the Alice A. Leigh was in 1920, she was the sold to George H. Scales Pacific Ltd. Of Wellington and renamed the REWA.
Her chequered history continued when she took a load of coal to Wellington, only to be embroiled in a waterfront dispute over the use of new equipment for unloading her cargo. She made her last major voyage to London via the Cape of Good Hope in 103 days, with a load of wool. She arrived in Auckland in August 1922 on her final voyage. In December 1922, the Auckland Harbour Board , ordered the REWA be removed to a harbour mooring and the proud 33 year sailing ship was ignominiously towed up the harbour to a mooring off Chelsea Wharf where for nearly 10 years she swung round her mooring, becoming more and more decrepit.
Rewa remained laid up off Northcote Point until April 1931 when Charles Hansen offered to purchase the REWA as she lay for 800pounds. Legend has it that he was “the front man” for a local syndicate, who wanted to circumvent the strict licensing and gambling laws of the day, by converting the REWA into a luxurious drinking and gambling establishment, linked to the mainland by fast motor boats. The REWA was towed by the steam tug Te Awhina to Moturekareka Island. The plan was to await high tide so that the 309 feet long ship could be positioned, to sit across the Bay on a sandbank, in a level position. Alas this did not happen , the Rewa slid off the sand bank, with the bow in shallow water, and the stern in deep water, tilted steeply over to port, totally unsuited for what the syndicate had intended.
And now my dears you know why not to rename a ship, nothing good comes out of it
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emgavi · 1 year
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I can't lose her (Gavi x reader)
Part 2 of Losing you slowly, hope it gives some of you closure from the last part.:)) 1,944 words
All you could hear around you was the busy life of the airport as you sat by your terminal for your flight. You were going to do this, you couldn’t believe it. Part of you was excited to go to New York City, but another part was thinking about what Gavi is doing now. By now you think he read your letter at your, well now his apartment. 
“Flight 309 to New York will be boarding in 5 minutes” 
Hearing the announcement I get my suitcase and head to the already forming long line near the entrance. Just as you stopped rolling your bag, you heard a voice call out behind you that sounded like your name. 
“y/n!” 
I turned around looking to the side of the people behind me to see… no… what is he doing here? There I see Gavi running towards me. Stunned at seeing him here especially since you didn’t know he would know you would be here at this time. 
“Gavi? What are you doing here?” i asked , puzzled as he came towards me.
Panting from running in, “i - i - I needed to see you. Y/n mi amor, i’m so sorry from the bottom of my heart i never meant to hurt you and not show up last night. I was texting you but I forgot to press send, that’s my fault completely. Everything. Please forgive m-”
You cut him off, feeling yourself start to grow angry again hearing him make more excuses, “Stop, Gavi, stop with the excuses, that’s all you ever give me. How hard is it to show respect in this relationship? I love you Gavi, i really do , which is why it is so hard to say goodbye even after all you’ve done.”
He looked at you with pleading eyes ‘i’ll be better, i’ll fix myself, please mi amor don’t leave me, I don’t want to lose you” he begged, reaching out to hold your hands but you pulled away before he could. Making him frown at your movements to distance yourself.
``Please Gavi, even if you did, how could I have full confidence that you won’t do it again?”
Gavi opened then closed his mouth, having an internal battle as you said that. Shaking his head , that’s when you notice tears fall from his eyes. You started to feel bad and wanted to comfort him but you were still upset so all you did was rubbed his shoulder.
“This is probably for the best, I bet you heard about my promotion, headquarters gavi, this is big and i’m sorry it had to end this way but I need to go.”
Gavi was about the response but then the announcer beat him to it, 
“Flight 309 to New York Gate will be closing soon”
He didn’t even realize that the rest of the people that once surrounded him were gone and in the plane, leaving only y/n and him outside. 
“I’ve got to go Gavi” you said as you started to back away.
Panicking again, he grabbed your hand softly, “por favor y/n, I don’t want you to leave like this, i - i don’t want to lose you, por favor give me another chance, what do i have to do to prove to you ??? i will do it , anything you say, please y/n” he said more tears falling from his face.
Struggling on the inside seeing him fall apart in front of you,  It makes you give in to the need to hold him. You go and hug him, and once you do his arms hold you tight like you might disappear while he puts his face to your hair, cherishing the moment you are willingly giving him. One he fears will be the last.
You both stand there for a few seconds before you start to pull away, “i have to do this Gavi, there’s no other opportunity like it…… I’ve gotta go. “
You turn quickly and make your way to the gate but before you’re far you hear Gavi speak something behind you
“I love you”
Closing your eyes, fighting to stay strong, you didn’t turn back to him instead kept walking but in your head you said it back, “
I love you too”. 
T H R E E   M O N T H S   L A T E R .
In Barcelona Gavi was a wreck. He was basically on auto pilot and everybody could see how much the break up affected him, even the barcelona fc staff. He tried to send you text messages every once and a while to let you know he was still there, but you never replied. He so desperately wished he could go see you and fix things.
Pedri looked at his poor friend who was kicking poorly at an attempt to practice penalty kicks.
Xavi, his coach was also looking alongside him, sighing “ that kid really can’t get over it’ .
Pedri turned his head to his coach, “no…he won’t stop talking about her” 
His coach nodded, growing concern lingered in him as he watched his rising young star start to struggle both in the game and life. “Does she still talk to him?” Pedri shook his head. 
He thought for a while then called Gavi over. As Gavi walked over to his coach he asked, ‘si coach?” 
“I’ve been watching you, and you haven’t been looking like yourself out there” Xavi started 
Gavi looked down in disappointment as he heard those words 
His coach continued, “I remember being your age, all the dumb decsions I made that i regret to this day…I’ll only do this once but…. He hesitated 
“I can arrange for you some time where you can leave to go fix your problems, however when you return you’ll have to sit on the bench for at least 3 games. Do you accept it?”
Gavi looked at him surprised , he certainly did not expect to hear that from his coach and so did pedri, nodding his head quickly, “si claro que si, gracias , muchas gracias!” Gavi said going to give him a hug. 
“One condition, you better be in playing form when you return” he told the boy. 
Shaking his head as he headed to the exit of the field, already knowing where he’d been wanting to go for three months, he shouted out, “gracias!” before finally leaving the field. Running over to his car to go straight to his apartment and pack.
In NYC…
It’s been 3 months since you’ve left barcelona… since you left Gavi. In that time you were enjoying yourself in your new city minus the heavy workload and some rude employers. You were finally living one of your goals.
You hadn’t talked to Gavi during that whole time but he did try to contact you. Calling or leaving you texts saying he hoped that you were having a good day. It was clear that he still didn’t want to let you go and from your talks with Aurora, Gavi wasn’t giving up. 
It was the winter time here in NYC which meant your apartment was way colder than it was in barcelona at this time. Still early in the morning on your day off you decided to make some hot chocolate to warm you up a bit. Turning up the music you took your hot chocolate and sat on your comfy lounge chair. 
Right when you were in a comfortable position taking one sip from the mug, a loud knock to your door rang out. Annoyed, you sighed and placed your mug down to open the door. 
Who in the world is out at this hour in almost blizzard conditions??? You thought as you walked up. As you opened the door and saw who was there, your eyes went wide.
“H-hola , can i come i- in?”  
There standing in front of your footstep was Gavi. Shivering from the lack of layers needed for NY weather. Quickly feeling the cold air enter your house you ushered him inside. Which he was very happy about entering a warm room. 
“Gracias,” he said, warming up his hands. You saw that he had a suitcase with him, raising your eyebrows.
“How did you know where I lived?” you asked if the only person you ever told in barcelona was Auror,,, oh, i'm going to talk to her after this.
“I think you already know judging your face right now’ he said 
“Why are you here? Why come all this way?” 
“To be with you” he said promptly and you gave him a confused look. 
“You said before you left that you needed to leave for this opportunity, so you are here, then i am here” he said plainly, even more confused you asked him 
“But what about barcelona gavi, your dream??, don’t you still want to play football? I can’t let you throw that away ``I told him sternly, this was crazy.
““You were about to risk your career for me so I’m risking mine for you because I love you and your more important and I should’ve shown you that all of those times but I was selfish, and incredibly stupid. I want to fix the mess I made and be here with you.” he said getting closer to you.
You were stunned at this, all the anger at him disappearing and started to feel your love creep in again for the brown eyed boy. You knew how much football meant to him, and he was choosing you over that, “Gavi i …i don’t know what to say” 
“Say you’ll let me stay with you, i’ll even sleep on the couch” he said
Still not getting over the fact that he seriously left barcelona during it’s season, “this is a sweet gesture to show me but i can’t let you throw away your chance to play Gavi, have you ever considered his completely, aren't you in season right now?” 
He smiled at you rambling over the concern for this career. He grabbed your hands which you let him, ‘you are worth everything, i was a wreck without you y/n , when you left I didn’t know what to do with myself, if this is enough to prove to you that I love you and im serious that i’ll change then i’m right where i should be.”
Taken aback from his words, and him staring deep into your eyes was the moment you felt yourself lean into him, he did the same. Stopping inches before your lips met, you looked up at his eyes, “one more chance’ you whispered on his lips 
He smiled wide “I promise you won’t regret it” then he leaned forward and met your lips. Holding you tightly, hands at your waist while yours around his neck, he kissed you as if trying to show you how much he missed and loved you. 
When you pulled away you asked, “wait but what are you going to say to Barcelona when you don’t show up for practice?” 
He gave you a smirk and pulled you closer “don’t worry mi amor, I got xavi to cover for me, turns out there’s a really good rehab specialist here in New York that barcelona likes to send their injured players sometimes, i got at least 1 month”
You looked at him surprised at the actually well calculated plan, “well then, with that taken care of, I guess it’s time for….New York adventures with y/n and Gavi!” you said excitedly 
He laughed then looked at you with a glow in his eyes, “te amo y/n”
Te amo tambien Gavi”  leaning up to kiss him. 
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pastanest · 1 year
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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @dreatine - thanks so much!! ♡
Spencer Reid x she/her!reader
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Always Been You
It was around 3am when Spencer’s phone awoke him. He recalls it being around 3am rather than a specific time because the sound that greeted him in consciousness was your favourite song, which he had selected as your ringtone, and the fact that you had called him at a time when he had been sleeping meant that he was already far too distracted by thoughts of you to take notice of what the exact time was. For a genius, and for someone who takes as much notice of every little thing as Spencer can, this action alone was enough to give away how head over heels in love with you he was. By the fifth word of the first line of the song, Spencer had answered your call, and before he could utter a word, the sound of your sobs getting caught in your throat caused his entire body to malfunction, reboot, and go on full alert in under a second.
“Spencer...h-he’s gone!” You managed to say before bursting into tears again.
Of course, your best friend on the other end of the phone knew actually who and what you were referring to.
“I’ll be there in five minutes and thirty two seconds, count for me, I’ll stay on the line.” Spencer encouraged as he practically flew out of bed, knowing that his presence and having you count would be two much needed distractions for your state of panic.
“O-Okay.” You answered, while Spencer clumsily shoved his feet into a loose pair of shoes.
“1, 2, 3...” You began, your best friend throwing on a shirt and expertly holding the phone to his ear using his shoulder so that he could hear you, and respond to you immediately if you had any reason to stop counting.
“...9, 10...” And he was out the door, bounding down the hall of his apartment block to the elevator, knowing you needed him more then ever.
“...60, 61, 62...” Spencer had reached his car, and he was reversing out of the parking lot with a determination that made him a force to be reckoned with if any irritable 3am drivers sought to interrupt his journey.
“...116, 117, 118...” He was almost halfway to your apartment and he could hear that your breathing had calmed considerably, your voice quieter in between sniffles.
“Im still here, it’s alright. Keep counting for me, you’ve got this.” Spencer told you, his tone soft as he spoke into the silence left by you pausing your count.
“Thank you.” The words were broken, and so sad, but always grateful, and with that you continued.
Another two minutes passed before Spencer found himself pulling up outside your apartment block. Despite the rush he was in, he did his best to shut his car door quietly, because he knew you liked to have the window open whatever the weather and he didnt want to risk frightening you with a loud noise, even if it was three floors below the room in which you were crying.
“...243, 244, 245...” Your voice spoke in Spencer’s ear as he bounded through the doors of your apartment block.
He stood at the elevator, tapping his foot and jumping on the spit impatiently, before deciding that he couldnt wait the two extra seconds, and he headed for the stairs. By the time he reached your door, Spencer realised that his estimation of how long it would take for him to reach you was a little inaccurate, which again goes to show how much worrying about you really affects him.
“...307, 308, 309...” He was reaching for the spare key hidden on top of your door frame, the one that was reserved just for him.
“...3110, 311, 312, 3-”
And then he was face to face with you, the rest of the number lost to the silence as your eyes met his. Spencer’s gaze focussed only on the image of you, curled up on the floor by the window, wearing a soft pyjama set that he knew to be one of your favourites, in your arms you clutched a picture frame close to your chest, but Spencer couldnt see the picture within it because you had it as near to your heart as you could get it.
Seeing Spencer, you released the picture frame, but it fell against your chest, continuing to conceal whichever photograph you were treasuring. You held your arms out to him, and he knew it was safe for him to run to you without scaring you, so he did just that. Once he was within grabbing distance, you took ahold of his face in your hands, your tearful eyes searching his. Spencer noticed this was something you always did upon being upset in front of him, he never asked why and you never explained, but he realised that in your moments of distress, being able to see that he was alright was reassuring to you, and that warmed his heart. He held your hands against his face, gently tracing his thumbs over your knuckles.
“I overestimated, it only took five minutes and thirteen seconds to get here, Im sorry I made you think it would take longer.” Spencer apologised, his voice careful.
Rather than replying, you simply shook your head, indicating that you saw no reason for him to be sorry, but Spencer was not comforted by your lack of response.
“Talk to me, buttercup.” He used your favourite nickname that only he ever called you, and that was all it took.
Your lip began to tremble, your chin wobbling with it as tears clouded the view of Spencer almost to unrecognisable. Almost. But he knew you so well, and he was quick to assess what you needed as soon as he could; before a single tear fell, you found yourself in his lap, your face in his chest and his arms holding you tightly. You sobbed into his chest, unable to form a single word, and he was smart enough - even when in love - to know that now was not the time to ask questions. Instead, it was the time for comfort, and he was always ready to offer that to you in whatever form you needed. He ran his fingers through your hair, drew patterns on the back of your pyjama shirt with his fingertips, rocked you back and forth in his lap while shushing you gently as your tears soaked through his shirt. It was only then, Spencer glanced around your apartment.
Mess. All he saw was mess. Shelving units had been pushed over, glass ornaments you adored were reduced to shattered pieces in the floor, the wooden table had a hole punched through it and the chairs had been thrown at the walls. If Spencer didnt know enough about the situation already, he would assume that you had been robbed, or someone had attempted to take you. Instead, someone had gotten angry and destroyed the things you worked hard to buy. The ornaments that you never failed to tell Spencer about every time he came over, which all had unique stories of the garage sales or antique auctions you’d found them at. The table and chairs that you had used to treat Spencer to countless homecooked recipes that you had just learnt. Well, you would say countless, Spencer would say 56.
Within the mess, though, Spencer noticed something odd. Not a single picture frame had been taken off the walls, nor had any photograph you displayed on a shelf been damaged. Every picture of you and the man Spencer hated more than anything in the world, was still intact. So what was the photograph that you were still keeping close to your chest?
That wasnt important, not then at least. He needed to get you out of that environment, that was his priority.
“Do you want to stay with me tonight? There’s shattered glass everywhere, it’d take at least another hour to clear it all up until it was safe to walk around, and you need to get some rest.”
All he got in response was a nod against his chest, and that was enough. Without any further questions, Spencer helped you to your feet and then lifted you to carry you bridal style, which he would have done even if you werent barefoot in a room with glass all over the floor. He carried you to your room and gently placed you on the bed, where you sat up and immediately reached for his hand. Squeezing it gently, Spencer gave you a reassuring smile, and you managed the weakest of smiles back. He kept ahold of your hand as he found your over night bag, which he packed with items you would need, each of which he showed you and waited for you to give a nod of approval before he placed them in the bag. Once the bag was packed, Spencer helped you into a pair of shoes and you stood, placing the picture frame face down on your bed while he held out a jacket for you. The photograph was back in your arms as soon as the jacket was on.
On the way back to Spencer’s apartment, he put your playlist on to fill the silence with something he knew you enjoyed, and one of your hands kept ahold of his arm as you stared out of the window in a daze, the picture frame locked under your other arm.
When you arrived at your destination, Spencer opened your door for you and helped you out, sensing that the whole situation had exhausted you substantially. You walked slightly behind him, holding onto his arm, like a child being led back to their room by a grownup after a nightmare, exhausted but kept awake by the fear that loomed over you.
It wasnt the first time you had stayed the night at Spencer’s. Prior to getting into a relationship, sleepovers with your best friend were a regular occurrence, despite spending all day everyday at each other’s sides at work, sometimes that wasnt enough. Sometimes, you both needed your best friend for just a little longer. But that hadnt happened for a long time, for the year and a half you were in a relationship you hadnt visited Spencer at all. He had stayed at your place for dinner multiple times, but you never visited him, always making up an excuse when he tried to invite you over, because unlike you, when Spencer was at your house he had the strength to leave. But as you stepped into his apartment, memories flooded your mind. The countless times you had played boardgames together sat on the floor of his living room, how you’d helped him paint the walls and hang new pictures up, the mass of books he let you borrow from that bookshelf, the dinners and desserts you cooked in that kitchen, and the laughter. The chorus of yours and his laughter sounded faint and distant, but not out of reach.
Spencer led you to his room and opened his closet.
“You can take anything for a change of clothes, and if you’d like to have a shower, it’s all yours. Make yourself at home.”
You smiled weakly. “I’ve missed home.”
Spencer’s face visually fell at the meaning behind your words. This was what you regarded as home, not your own place with your boyfriend of over a year. What Spencer didnt realise was that he had in fact misunderstood you. His apartment want your home, he was.
Once you’d taken a shower, you re-entered Spencer’s room and started flicking through the clothes in his closet. You settled for a shirt that you had seen him wear more times than you could count, it felt the most him, and as soon as you slipped it over your head, his scent enveloped you.
Your best friend knocked on the door lightly, and you called to him to come in, which he did, a small smile on his face. That smile grew exponentially when he saw you wearing his shirt, despite him expecting the sight, nothing could have prepared him for it. Spencer noticed the picture frame that you had left face down on his bed, and he frowned curiously, walking over to it without looking at you. The sound of your heartbeat filled your ears, and as he lifted the frame to turn it over in his hands and see the picture it held, you froze in place. Spencer had expected to see a picture of you and your ex, assuming that you were clinging to a happy memory. The latter was correct, but the happy memory you were clinging to was Spencer’s 27th birthday, three years ago, which consisted solely of a sleepover at your place, bundled up in blankets, just the two of you. It was at the end of the first movie that you pulled out a disposable camera you had bought for the occasion, and the two of you smiled together, laughing slightly at your effort to hide the disposable camera all that time. You had gotten the picture printed large enough to fill a picture frame, which Spencer now held in his hands, staring down at the picture, slightly distorted by the broken glass that sat in front of it. He was about to ask why you had treasured that photograph in particular, but before he could, he heard you sniffle, and Spencer forgot any question he had.
“H-He broke it! Everything that involved you! All of it! E-Everything that made me feel at home.” You blurted out hurriedly, stumbling over your words as tears stung your eyes.
Spencer took two quick strides to reach you and pull you into his arms.
“Why did he do that?” He asked, not understanding why your ex would destroy things that meant so much to you that all specifically linked to him.
“B-Because he knew, he f-figured it out!” You cried, the tears falling freely from your stinging eyes. Spencer gently moves you to his bed and keeps you in his arms as you both lower yourselves to sit on the edge of it, with the photograph on Spencer’s lap. He carefully pulled away from you, just enough to see your face, and the pain on your countenance as you cried broke his heart.
“What did he figure out?” He asked quietly, his curiosity eating him alive.
At first, you didnt answer, you couldnt, the words were too heavy, too full of a meaning that scared you so much. But you knew it was time. The truth had been suffocating you for far too long, and after attempting to distance yourself from it in the hopes it would simply evaporate, you knew the truth was sticking around. So, in the quietest, most vulnerable voice that had ever passed your lips, you told him.
“It’s always been you.”
Spencer’s mind went blank. He was a smart man, a genius, and his extensive knowledge on everything included the art of what it means when things are left unsaid, the weight such short phrases can have. If he had heard this as an outsider, if he wasnt directly involved, he would know exactly what those words meant. But it was you, it was him, and he could not believe that you had intended to say the words he’d been dying to hear.
“What do you mean?”
His question was innocent and curious, but you couldnt help laughing. Of course his mind would short circuit at the one time you didnt want to elaborate. Spencer couldnt help but notice the conflict in his heart at seeing you chuckle through your tears.
“Since the start, it’s always been you. I thought it was simple at first, something I’d just get over, but everyday I got to know you better, everyday I learnt more amazing things from you and about you. You became my favourite person in less than a day, stole my heart the second you introduced yourself, and you had the audacity to hold onto it for all these years. When I met him and there was a shred of a spark, I threw myself at it, desperate to find something that wasnt as doomed as my feelings for you. But it was never going to work. Keeping myself away from you as much as I did only hurt me more, the feelings I had no longer brought excitement and butterflies, instead painful sadness because I was even less likely to have your heart in return for giving you mine. H-He figured it out, he accused me of being in love with you, and when I couldnt deny it... he, he lost it, to say the least. Broke e-everything that reminded him of you. I-I didnt mean to hurt him Spencer, I did love him, I did, but not enough, I could never love anyone else, because it’s you. It’s always been you.”
By the end of your speech, your tears had slowed, and Spencer understood that talking about him in any capacity was enough to calm you, which warmed his heart. Your words were sinking in, slowly, and he processed them so quickly his head was spinning.
“Why did you think your feelings for me were hopeless?” Spencer questioned, that particular sentence not making sense to him.
You shook your head and met his eyes “Really, Spencer? Do you honestly think Im delusional enough to believe I had even a fraction of a chance with you? You’re a perfect genius, and Im just...me.”
It was Spencer’s turn to chuckle. “The only correct thing you just said is that you are you. The only person that laughs at my stupid jokes, the only person to smile and encourage my rants and fact-explosions, the only person to actually like me enough for me to believe it, the only person who makes me light up at the mention of her name, the only person I have ever felt safe enough to give me heart to. You are you, and you, (Y/N), are everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and so, so much more.”
Your heart skipped a beat. Or did it stop completely? You couldnt tell, you were too busy floating up into the clouds, ready to take your place among the stars, because you were glowing just like them. You stared at Spencer, fresh tears filling your eyes, but this time there was no pain in sight. Instead, a wide grin spread across your face, which Spencer reflected back at you. Soon enough, the two of you were laughing, unable to comprehend how ridiculous you had both been to hide your feelings for so long, to go to such extents to distance yourselves, to not just say it. Once you had quietened down, a question hung in the air, an uncertainty regarding what was going to happen next, and you locked eyes, waiting, until...
“So, wanna go on a date sometime?”
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GITJ Post 309: Back to the Study Clinics, p1
That was one of the hardest things I’ve done in a while, just a few minutes ago, leave that beautiful, perfectly built woman alone, asleep in my apartment. There’s nothing I’d rather have done than snuck back under the sheets with Melissa and spend the rest of the morning - even after my pretty embarrassing loss of control against her as she slept. But, duty called and here I am - in the office. I had taken the chance to clean off what I could from Melissa’s remarkable behind, shower quick, and get dressed. Through the whole thing she basically slept, though she did give me a drowsy little kissy-face when I told her ‘bye, I’ve gotta go to work.’
“Yeah there are nights she barely sleeps at all,” Josie was explaining to me, as I readied myself in the hallway to go in to see our first study clinic patient for the morning, waiting in an exam room a few doors down. If you remember, our office had become an external study site for testing Evolution Pharmaceuticals new OTC dietary supplement for women as they looked for FDA approval. “And then there are times,” Josie finished, “where she’s, like, comatoast.”
“Comatose,” I corrected h-
“Yeah whatever,” she continued, pressing on. Josie, one of my new, poorly-trained medical assistants, had known Melissa a long time. Though younger than my new Office Manager by five years or so, I think, she understood her friend well and somehow in fact knew she was upstairs in my apartment sleeping off a night of vodka. That my staff knew my Office Manager had spent the night with me was a little embarrassing, a lot unprofessional, but just another small chip out of the armor of my professional dignity and male pride. “She can sometimes sleep for, like, two days straight,” Josie continued, readjusting her long, medium-brown hair in its ponytail, “especially if she gets really excited.” 
At that, I tried not to blush, or notice how - with her hands behind her head - Josie’s breasts seemed quite big today.
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“Anything really exciting happen last night? This morning? Hm?” Josie then giggled, taking a second to adjust the strap of her bra through her thin blue scrubs. The ‘wink wink’ in her voice was plain to hear, and it brought flashes of memories, Melissa’s and my time together on the couch, and in bed. Josie seemed to know more than she should.
“Well, I think all you girls got a little excited at the bar last night, by the election results,” I began, loathe to start recounting the more lurid details of the evening to my young employee, “but, let’s get to work. Now, why are we doing this on a Wednesday, seeing study patients? Tell me again what that email said?”
“They said they’re fast-tracking everything, ‘cuz of the election results,” Josie explained, reaching out to readjust the two pens in the chest pocket of my new lab coat. The girls had ordered a few in smaller sizes for me. “Evolution needs us to see at least twenty a week now th-"
“Twenty? For real?” I remarked, the idea of it boggling my mind, which was already reeling after the election results, “that’s more than twice as many as we said would be doable when we started..!”
“Yeah I dunno…” Josie agreed, with a noncommittal shrug.
I huffed in my indignity, knowing I really had very little say in the matter at this point. Olivia, Sheryl, Gianna…they were the real decision makers with this thing; as much as I hated to admit it I was more a worker-bee at this point, a drone. The women who ran things at Evolution controlled the money, and - acutely aware of how my geriatric practice was suffering, how anemic it’d become under recent mismanagement - I knew we needed the cash.
“Anyway, who’s supposed to see this patient with me?” I began again, knowing that Josie was scheduled to assist my APRN Vida with Mr. Kowalski’s procedure down the hall, “And what’s this first patient’s name?”
“Her name’s Thalia, Thalia Bates. I don’t think you’ve seen her before. She started on treatment at Evolution. She’s the daughter of some politician guy, a senator from like Minnesota or Canada or something,”  Josie answered, handing me a chart, “and it’s Karen, the new nurse, who’ll be coming in with you. She’s worked with the patient before but I don’t think she’s here yet so-”
I opened the manila folder but just then both Josie and I turned our heads to see Angie, one of the girls from accounting, step out of one of the study exam rooms down the hall, the one where my patient awaited, and scoot quickly away in the opposite direction. She was shoving something into her purse. 
I saw Josie’s eyes narrow. She pulled out her phone, started a text.
“Anyway, I really have to get started so if you’ll excuse me…” I announced, snapping the patient’s chart closed and moving towards the room. I was a little confused why an accountant would be in a room with a patient but whatever. 
“Wait wait,” Josie stopped me, actually stepping towards me as I approached the room, “I didn’t think you were supposed to see these patients alone, by yourself? Karen’s not here yet?””
“It’s fine,” I replied, entering the room. With my first breath my vision began to swim. Spots, patterns appeared on the walls, straight lines and vines warped and everything in my world suddenly became focused on one thing…
“Hi doctor,” the hyper-developed teen seated in a chair across the small room from me chirped, “I’m Thalia…”
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Most Beloved WWE Wrestler Tournament: Round 1 Statistics Dump
Followers: 230
Total Votes: 22087
Times my modem crashed so I was without wifi for two weeks and had to go to my neighbors' house so I could ensure the tournament could continue undisturbed: 1 (thankfully)
Beloved By Gender
Starting out, we had a tournament of 209 women against 931 men, with percentages shown below.
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After voting, the pie chart looks like this:
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Which means on average, tumblr loves female wrestlers more
Voting Trends
During the first round of voting, we had a low of 309 votes per day up to 593, with our highest voting day being the day of the Great Naomi VS Scott Steiner debate
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The 100%ers
In the first round, a good number of wrestlers did not get a single vote against them
Tony Atlas (26)
Cedric Alexander (33)
Rick Rude (35)
No Way Jose (36)
Dusty Rhodes (46)
Kofi Kingston (53)
Eddie Guerrero (53)
Owen Hart (56)
Damian Priest (69)
Public Opinion
Tumblr has long been known for going against the grain of "wrestling professionals" opinions, so I collected a few opinions of the highly regarded to compare ours to (I left out the names of the wrestlers who were not included in this tournament)
Sports Illustrated's 101 Best Wrestlers Of All Time (2016)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Shawn Michaels (53, win)
Steve Austin (29, win)
The Rock (23, lose)
The Undertaker (53, win)
Dusty Rhodes (46, win)
John Cena (47, win)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Sting (51, win)
Andre The Giant (56, win)
Randy Savage (37, win)
Roddy Piper (54, win)
Chris Jericho (27, win)
Harley Race (17, win)
Mick Foley (58, win)
Bret Hart (52, win)
Randy Orton (58, win)
Kurt Angle (45, win)
Antonio Inoki (28, win)
Ricky Steamboat (28, win)
Daniel Bryan (61, win)
Triple H (31, win)
Buddy Rogers (21, win)
Edge (41, win)
Bob Backlund (26, win)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Stan Hansen (22, lose)
Bruno Sammartino (30, win)
CM Punk (57, win)
Ted DiBiase (27, win)
Bruiser Brody (33, win)
Hideo Itami (34, win)
Rey Mysterio (48, win)
Vader (32, win)
Dory Funk Jr (17, win)
Mr Perfect (37, win)
Eddie Guerrero (53, win)
Jake ROberts (32, win)
Arn Anderson (25, win)
The Sheik (31, win)
AJ Styles (40, win)
Goldust (70, win)
Samoa Joe (61, win)
Terry Funk (27, win)
Verne Gagne (14, lose)
Mil Mascaras (10, lose)
Rob Van Dam (43, win)
Tatsumi Fujinami (25, lose)
Rick Rude (35, win)
Owen Hart (56, win)
Jeff Hardy (52, win)
Goldberg (23, win)
Ivan Koloff (15, lose)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Larry Zbyszko (4, lose)
Ultimo Dragon (9, lose)
Scott Hall (44, win)
Trish Stratus (38, win)
Dean Malenko (37, win)
Ultimate Warrior (28, win)
Fabulous Moolah (18, lose)
William Regal (62, win)
Gene Kiniski (14, lose)
Scott Steiner (44, lose)
Rick Steiner (26, win)
Chyna (68, win)
Seth Rollins (55, win)
Kane (40, win)
Jimmy Snuka (9, lose)
Davey Boy Smith (22, win)
The Iron Sheik (49, win)
Pedro Morales (20, win)
Michael Hayes (10, lose)
Johnny Valentine (14, win)
Shinsuke Nakamura (58, win)
Diesel (39, win)
Batista (53, win)
Lita (46, win)
Christian (56, win)
Ron Simmons (25, win)
Big Show (41, win)
JBL (10, lose)
Christopher Daniels (26, win)
The Miz (34, win)
PWI Wrestler Of The Year
Pedro Morales (20, win)
Jack Brisco (17, win)
Bruno Sammartino (30, win)
Terry Funk (27, win)
Dusty Rhodes (46, win)
Harley Race (17, win)
Bob Backlund (26, win)
Ric Flair (18, lose)
Hulk Hogan (10, lose)
Randy Savage (27, win)
Sting (51, win)
Vader (32, win)
Diesel (39, win)
Big Show (41, win)
Lex Luger (25, win)
Steve Austin (29, win)
The Rock (23, lose)
Brock Lesnar (23, lose)
Kurt Angle (45, win)
Chris Benoit (17, lose)
Batista (52, win)
John Cena (47, win)
Triple H (31, win)
Randy Orton (58, win)
CM Punk (57, win)
Daniel Bryan (61, win)
Seth Rollins (55, win)
AJ Styles (40, win)
Adam Cole (47, win)
Dean Ambrose (58, win)
Roman Reigns (51, win)
PWI Woman Of The Year
Joyce Grable (30, win)
Susan Green (21, win)
Stephanie McMahon (26, win)
Lita (46, win)
Trish Stratus (38, win)
Victoria (27, win)
Candice Michelle (24, win)
Mickie James (47, win)
Michelle McCool (29, win)
AJ Lee (48, win)
Sasha Banks (44, win)
Charlotte Flair (45, win)
Asuka (58, win)
Becky Lynch (58, win)
Bianca Belair (34, win)
TOP 10 MOST VOTED THUS FAR
Naomi, 173
Billy Gunn, 138
Goldust, 70
Damian Priest, 69
Chyna, 68
Shotzi Blackheart, 65
Finn Balor, 65
William Regal, 62
Samoa Joe/Daniel Bryan, 61
Toni Storm, 60
A big thank you to everyone who voted and I hope next round brings even more vicious infighting to shatter the dreams of old men who have had their egos boosted way too high over the last 40 years (yes, I'm directly roasting Ric Flair)
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This is the only source I can find https://www.gutenberg.org/files/43070/43070-h/43070-h.htm#Page_413 (page 413 if the link doesn’t fully work) and it cites a German book from 1899 (W. Max Müller Liebpoesie der alten Ägypter, Leipzig, 1899) but I can’t read German so that’s no help for me. Sorry, assumed the poem was more well known than it is bc it’s plastered all over Google when you search “Egyptian love poem”
Ah, so this is also from P.Harris 500, like the previous post. It's a collection of love songs, and I would have struggled to identify it from one line because these texts are not exactly short. The line you want is from Song 2 on that papyrus. William Kelly Simpson (2003) The Literature of Ancient Egypt, has this translated starting from pp.308 of the book. The line I think you're referring to is on page 309 and translated as 'Your love has merged completely with my body.'
So, I looked on the Thesaurus Linguae Aegyptiae (TLA), which is both a dictionary and a repository of texts, and found the transliteration and translation and was all ready to go and generate some glyphs for this when @rudjedet (who is now my wife due to finding this, despite me being straight and her being married already) remembered she has a copy of M.V. Fox, 1985. The Song of Songs and the Ancient Egyptian Love-Songs, which has the glyphs in the back as well as a translation of the whole passage from the source you've got up there. The transliteration and translation are as follows:
mrw.t=k Abx.ti m X.t =i mi [...] Hr mw mi rrm.t Abx.t.n=f qmy.t mi Sb HsA.w Hr [...] sxA st=k r mAA sn.t=k mi ssm.t Hr pw gA mi [...] [nA]y=f Dr.t iw Di tA p.t mrw.t=st mi wAw n aHA[.w] [...]=f mj Hti n biwk
Your love is mixed in my body, like […] [like honey?] mixed with water, like mandragoras in which gum is mixed, like the blending of dough with […]. Hasten to see your sister, like a horse (dashing) [onto a battle]field, like a […] […] its plants, while heaven gives her love, like the coming of a soldier(?) like […].
Fox notes that love is like a strong drug for the feminine speaker, because all the ingredients listed here are medicinal. Mandragoras is a fill in that Fox suspects is correct, but there's no real translation of rrm.t. I'll also note that there's more in the transliteration than is translated because there's too much uncertainty over the correct translation.
The glyphs are (right to left from the [2]):
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The line you're looking for (read right to left ignoring the [2]) is:
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to read it the way you'd want to read it (left to right) I've flipped the image:
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mrw.t=k Abx.ti m X.t=i 'your love is mixed in my body'
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Hey Hi....loved your post which has som many good recs for supercorp fanfics ... It's brilliant and I just want you to know Thanks a lot. I have just jumped on the supercorp bandwagon since nov 2023 and it's been great . So if you have some more recommendations for fanfics plz do share
Thanks
Happy to have more Supercorps! And glad to have helped you find some good fics. Here are a couple of links:
My stuff:
A hidden gems list: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UxjPnyP2FazEdcZEESPgjbWk47I-xiNmr8c0yfn3_v8/edit#heading=h.8bglegubq05b
There are also two discord servers i know of Supercorp Watch Party and Supercorp 2.0
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Part 4 | Part 6
SMUT MINORS DNI
298. "You didn't seem like you were having such a bad time last night.
299. "Did...did we use protection?"
300. *wakes up, sees __ and screams'
301. "Good girl."
302. "Good boy."
303. "Come here."
304. "Can I tough you?"
305. "I'I guide your hands."
306. "Oh fuck me." "That's the plan."
307, "Open up."
308. "The night's still young."
309. "One more cheesy pick up line and I'm gonna bend you over the table and fuck you
front of everyone.
310. "If you try wearing that out, I will rip it off of you."
311. "How about I take you under the table right now with my fingers?"
312. "My parents are home!" "Then I guess you'll have to be quiet.
313. "I need you in every shape of the word. I need you emotionally, physically, and at th
exact moment, sexually too."
314. "So you're saying you don't want to have sex with me?"
315. "I'm sorry - are you sure you-"
316. "I think you'll be happy to know I'm nit wearing any underwear."
317. "How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?"
318, "You look good all soaking wet."
319. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you."
320, "If you're going to act like a littie brat, then I'm going to treat you like a littie brat."
321. "I don't care how good it feels, you better not cum until I tell you to."
322. "You take my fingers so well don't you?""
323. "Shut up and take your pants off."
324. "When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."
325. "Do you need me to finger you first?"
326. "Did I stutter? Do as you're told!"
327. "You better be quiet or everyone going to know what a naughty little slut you are."
328. "Maybe if I punish you, it'll help you remember who you belong to next time
329. "Do you want it on your back, or would you like to be on your stomach?"
330. "Oh honey, you know you really shouldn't tease me."
331. "If you keep making those sounds I'm not going to be able to stop myself,"
332. "Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"
333, "H love to see you squirm, now I want to hear you moan
334. "Don't fight your orgasm. Just relax."
335. "Too bad the others are watching, or I'd be on my knees with you in my mouth."
336. "It's your fault I'm like this."
337. "You did this to me, now fix it."
338. "If you don't pump me now, I'll stuff my dick inside you. I don't care if it'l hurt."
339. "First you're going to get down on your knees, then you're going to taste me."
340, "Put me out of my misery and open up those long legs for me.
341. "Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back."
342. "I'm going to remember this moment when I'm jerking off later."
343. "| bought a few new pieces of lingerie. Want me to model them for you?"
344. "Keep playing that video game. I want to see if you can keep your focus while I suck your cock."
345. "I don't need any foreplay. I just need you inside me. Right now."
346. "I took a few sexy photos, so you have something to masturbate to when I'm at we
347. "Be rough with me. Blindfold me. Throw me against the wall, I can handle it."
348. "Keep the lights on. I want to see your tits bouncing up and down."
349. "Let's get drunk and have sex in the riskiest place we can find."
350. "Take off from work tomorrow. You'll be too sore to go in."
351. "Want to play some games at the arcade? Or should we stay home and play with eachother?"
352. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going to be yanking on it sc
353. "Don't spend too much time on your hair, because I'm going, to be yanking on it so
354. "I never realized how meaningful sex could be until we got together.
355. "You're mine tonight, and that isn't ever going to change."
356, "Help me put on the condom. I want to feel your hands over me."
357. "My body wants you as badly as my heart does.
358. "You have total and complete control over me."
359, "I can't believe how wet you are already."
360. "If I serenade you, will you strip for me?"
361. "1 looked at your naughty pictures at work today, and I couldn't get rid of my hard
362. "You're too flexible for your own good."
363. "Let's fuck in the shower so it feels like we're kissing in the rain."
364. "I can tell you're stressed. Let me fix that."
365. "I made you a bath. Want to take it together?"
366. "I bought us a new mattress, since we wore out the old one.
367. "If you keep fucking me this good, I'll marry you."
368. "1 just showered, but I don't mind taking a second one with you."
369, "We're the sexiest couple I've ever seen."
370, "I want you to be my wife, so I can do naughty things with you for the rest of my li
371. "You have a voice like an angel and a body I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wont get to see those pretty eyes."
372. You're the reason 1 smile so wide and come so hard.
373. I love that the sexlest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too.
374. Come to bed, I can't sleep without your hips pressed against mine.
375. The only thing hotter than seeing you orgasm is seeing you smile
376. You don't belong in my bed. You belong on magazine covers.
377. That guy was totally checking you out. Want to invite him home with us?
378. I can't believe I found a woman who can cook as good as she fucks. a devil."
379. "I'd fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn't get to see those pretty eyes."
380. "I love that the sexiest woman I've ever met is my best friend, too."
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Interesting Papers for Week 27, 2023
Experience-driven recalibration of learning from surprising events. Bakst, L., & McGuire, J. T. (2023). Cognition, 232, 105343.
Undermatching Is a Consequence of Policy Compression. Bari, B. A., & Gershman, S. J. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(3), 447–457.
Topographic representation of current and future threats in the mouse nociceptive amygdala. Bowen, A. J., Huang, Y. W., Chen, J. Y., Pauli, J. L., Campos, C. A., & Palmiter, R. D. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 196.
Differential processing of decision information in subregions of rodent medial prefrontal cortex. Diehl, G. W., & Redish, A. D. (2023). eLife, 12, e82833.
Synaptic gradients transform object location to action. Dombrovski, M., Peek, M. Y., Park, J.-Y., Vaccari, A., Sumathipala, M., Morrow, C., … Card, G. M. (2023). Nature, 613(7944), 534–542.
An emergent temporal basis set robustly supports cerebellar time-series learning. Gilmer, J. I., Farries, M. A., Kilpatrick, Z., Delis, I., Cohen, J. D., & Person, A. L. (2023). Journal of Neurophysiology, 129(1), 159–176.
The human motor cortex contributes to gravity compensation to maintain posture and during reaching. Hardesty, R. L., Ellaway, P. H., & Gritsenko, V. (2023). Journal of Neurophysiology, 129(1), 83–101.
Position representations of moving objects align with real-time position in the early visual response. Johnson, P. A., Blom, T., van Gaal, S., Feuerriegel, D., Bode, S., & Hogendoorn, H. (2023). eLife, 12, e82424.
Learned value modulates the access to visual awareness during continuous flash suppression. Lunghi, C., & Pooresmaeili, A. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 756.
Coupled Dynamics of Stimulus-Evoked Gustatory Cortical and Basolateral Amygdalar Activity. Mahmood, A., Steindler, J., Germaine, H., Miller, P., & Katz, D. B. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(3), 386–404.
Reward-Mediated, Model-Free Reinforcement-Learning Mechanisms in Pavlovian and Instrumental Tasks Are Related. Moin Afshar, N., Cinotti, F., Martin, D., Khamassi, M., Calu, D. J., Taylor, J. R., & Groman, S. M. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(3), 458–471.
Structured cerebellar connectivity supports resilient pattern separation. Nguyen, T. M., Thomas, L. A., Rhoades, J. L., Ricchi, I., Yuan, X. C., Sheridan, A., … Lee, W.-C. A. (2023). Nature, 613(7944), 543–549.
Efficient sensory encoding predicts robust averaging. Ni, L., & Stocker, A. A. (2023). Cognition, 232, 105334.
The Stroop effect involves an excitatory–inhibitory fronto-cerebellar loop. Okayasu, M., Inukai, T., Tanaka, D., Tsumura, K., Shintaki, R., Takeda, M., … Jimura, K. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 27.
Distributed context-dependent choice information in mouse posterior cortex. Orlandi, J. G., Abdolrahmani, M., Aoki, R., Lyamzin, D. R., & Benucci, A. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 192.
Early understanding of ownership helps infants efficiently organize objects in memory. Stahl, A. E., Pareja, D., & Feigenson, L. (2023). Cognitive Development, 65, 101274.
Updating perceptual expectations as certainty diminishes. Thomas, E. R., Rittershofer, K., & Press, C. (2023). Cognition, 232, 105356.
Updating memories of unwanted emotions during human sleep. Xia, T., Yao, Z., Guo, X., Liu, J., Chen, D., Liu, Q., … Hu, X. (2023). Current Biology, 33(2), 309-320.e5.
Modulating the Activity of the Right Dorsolateral Prefrontal Cortex Alters Altruism in Situations of Advantageous Inequity. Zhang, H., Dong, Z., Cai, S., Wu, S., & Zhao, J. (2023). Neuroscience, 509, 36–42.
Inferring visual space from ultra-fine extra-retinal knowledge of gaze position. Zhao, Z., Ahissar, E., Victor, J. D., & Rucci, M. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 269.
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RRR Fics Masterlist
(listed from oldest to newest)
1. Shahadat - Shahadat. To Witness. Shahadat. Martyrdom. Why is a mother helpless in the face of both. (Akhtar's ammi's POV during Komuram Bheemudo) (1,077 words)
2. A Matter Of Mercy - Bheem actually managed to run away with Malli on the day of his hanging. But he is only human. Who healed him just enough to give him another chance at freedom? A missing scene between guilt-ridden Ram and unconscious Bheem in the aftermath of the flogging. (1,813 words)
3. An Afternoon In London - What became of Jenny and Bheem eventually? What became of their great love? A story set in 1982. (3,478 words)
4. Too Much Mugwort - Ram and Bheem have a quiet moment after the dust settles, in the aftermath of their fight against Scott's forces. Bheem is consumed with guilt over Ram's condition after his imprisonment. He intends to make amends. And the first thing on his mind is getting some food into his dear friend. (3,180 words)
5. A Pattern Cast Twice - Can Jenny learn to love again? Will the memory of Bheem chase her like a ghost for the rest of her life? A companion piece to my story An Afternoon In London. (1,944 words)
6. A Different Kind Of Love - What if Bheem is unable to save Ram? What becomes of him? Of Ram's promise to bring guns to his village? And most importantly, What becomes of Seetha? (5,516 words)
7. Testimony - Poetry speaks where prose falls short of words. My small tribute to the countless heroes of the revolution who made untold sacrifices to bring an end to the colonial occupation of my country. (97 words)
8. The Date From Hell - Bheem was very lucky that Ram agreed to come with him to the party at the Gymkhana Club. However, what would have happened had he gone there alone? (4,626 words)
9. The Road To My Home - Ram's thoughts and yearning to someday return to his home. But Home is not such a simple concept for a living martyr like him. (182 words)
10. Parallel Lines - The love between Bheem and Jenny may have begun with simple human attraction and appreciation of each other's kindness and gentleness. However, something fundamentally changed after Bheem's flogging. To him, she would forever be a goddess that he wouldn't bring down to his level where only suffering and injustice exist. To her, he is no less than the God that suffers and dies for the sins of those who call him their savior and redeemer. (309 words)
11. A Son Called Akhtar - Bheem found a beautiful family in Delhi who took him in as their own and loved him with all their heart. How did he become so important to them? How did Komaram Bheem, a child of the Gond tribe, become Akhtar, the cherished son of a Muslim family in Delhi? (5,225 words)
12. A Ballad Of Few Words - A poem about the revolutionary ideals and stories of Komaram Bheem and Alluri Seetha Rama Raju. And of course, their epic friendship as imagined by the movie. (174 words)
13. Twelve Hours - Written for the prompt Bheem/Jenny X Rain (Bheem and Jenny spend some time together in Hyderabad while he is there for some errands) (3,009 words)
14. I Will Bring You Home (Work in Progress)- Bheem may have suffered a setback with his arrest and his flogging. But he is not one to give up. He will get Malli home. However, the process of going home is long. The road to home is dangerous. The risk of failure is great. A story in which Bheem pushes the limits of human endurance to bring Malli home. Along the way, he becomes her emotional rock, her teacher, and a storyteller. Along the way, he saves Ram and exorcizes his demons. Along the way, he gives so much of himself that one day, his reserves of strength finally run out. (9,367+ words)
15. The Friend (Work in Progress)- Lacchu's injuries, while less severe than Bheem's, end up getting infected. And because they are on the run, they are unable to save him. Bheem is unaware that the man who tortured and hurt Lacchu is Ram himself. When Bheem reveals that he feels broken because Lacchu died on his watch, Ram admits that he was the one responsible for Lacchu's death. Bheem feels no anger for what Ram did to him. But the thought of what happened to Lacchu is too much for him. Can he forgive Ram? Can their friendship survive the bitterness of this truth? (9,589+ words)
16. The Promise Of Eternity - Jenny and Bheem live together in Adilabad. Bheem does everything in his power to keep Jenny happy. Why, then, won't he allow her to do the same for him? (3,894 words)
17. How To Kill A Poet - Bheem may not know the English language. But that does not stop him from being a poet. What fate do poets meet in a world not built for them? Or Ram takes Bheem to the house of a courtesan. (6,683 words)
18. The Scholar - What if Ram decided to not give Bheem a chance to run away? What if Malli was actually forced to witness the execution of her anna? Would she still find her way home? A story in which Malli struggles with loss and living in the absence of Bheem's protective aura. And Ram cannot run from the consequences of his actions forever. (7,536 words)
19. Tales Of The Tigerrr Celebrrration Fic in collaboration with @stars-in-the-distance - In April and May 2023 we held an event on Tumblr and challenged creators to create many new artworks, fanfics, poetry and other works celebrating Bheem. To thank all the creators, we have written a celebratory fic with references (and links) to ALL the created works. It's a romantic fic about Bheem growing old and looking back on his life and remembering all the good and bad memories that have been part of it (Part 1). An alternate universe in which everything turned out alright. Since Bheem is shipped with either Jenny or Ram, the fic has two different endings (Part 2). A big thank you to all the creators, this one is for you! (10,551 words)
20. Sanctuary - Bheem and Jenny finally get to enjoy their relationship. Having dealt with so many ups and downs, it is only fair that they get a chance to experience the beauty and blessings of life as well. There is one last remaining obstacle in their path. In this story, they will overcome that as well. But like all things in their lives, it won't be without its own unique challenges. Warning- The second chapter deals with Bheem's time in police custody, between his arrest and the flogging. That section is heavy and angsty. Approach with caution. But, the ending of the fic is happy. Not bittersweet like my usual. It is happy! (13, 823 words)
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21. On Treachery - Bheem's POV on Ram's betrayal. A poem.
22. Some Days - Ram and his relationship with Delhi. For the prompt Ram X Rain.
23. The Toy - Catherine Buxton's thoughts on a variety of things including Bheem and a prized possession that she is proud of. For the prompt Catherine Buxton X Toy.
24. Saccharine - Jenny's mettle as she settles into her new life in Bheem's village. Written for the prompt Bheem/Jenny X Saccharine.
25. Fire and Water (Moodboard + ficlet)- Prompt: Don't tell me about how a fire met another fire. Tell me about how a fire met the water and how they didn't end up destroying each other.
26. A Song Of Seetha - Love as devotion when time carries nothing but the message of its own passing. A poem. For the prompt Ram/Seetha X Rain.
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Okay I've always loved a lot of life, teacup aesthetic but haven't really looked into the history or anything. Do you have any really good recommendations?
Yes I do! I hope you're a reader, since I'll be predominantly recommending scholarly sources:
Berg, Maxine. “In Pursuit of Luxury: Global History and British Consumer Goods in the Eighteenth Century.” Past & Present, no. 182 (2004): 85–142. http://www.jstor.org/stable/3600806.
Berg, M. “From Imitation to Invention: Creating Commodities in Eighteenth-Century Britain.” The Economic History Review 55, no. 1 (2002): 1–30. http://www.jstor.org/stable/3091813.
Harvey, Karen. “Barbarity in a Teacup? Punch, Domesticity and Gender in the Eighteenth Century.” Journal of Design History 21, no. 3 (2008): 205–21. http://www.jstor.org/stable/25228589.
Hooper, Lucy H. “Sèvres Porcelain.” The Art Journal (1875-1887) 2 (1876): 27–29. https://doi.org/10.2307/20568833.
Stuart, Evelyn Marie. “Story of the Development of English Bone China: PART I.” Fine Arts Journal 23, no. 5 (1910): 298–309. http://www.jstor.org/stable/23906015.
A note: Karen Harvey's arguments pursue an essentialist and binary understanding of early modern gender roles that more closely resembles 21st century gendered biases, but the arguments she makes about the role that porcelain and bone china specifically play are useful.
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tagged by @benevolenterrancy
tagging @ach-sss-no, @theyhaveacavetroll, @ursaspecter, (no pressure though, feel free to ignore) plus anyone who likes filling these things out.
a caveat as I fill this out - I used to write fic for h* rry p*tter before the author decided to hang her entire TERF ass out the window. I don't anymore, but some of these fics remain my most read works, so it is what it is. Additionally, all my fics require you to log into Ao3 to view.
1 How many works do you have on AO3? 55 works
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 589,204 words
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Carry That Weight - 661 (hp warning)
Thranduil's Granddaughter - 365 (the last fic in a series, just fyi)
Walking After You - 347 (the first fic in the aforementioned series)
Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book - 339 (middle of the aforementioned series)
You Will Find Me if You Want Me in the Garden - 309 (sequel to aforementioned hp fic)
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Sometimes, especially right after I've posted something, but it honestly depends a lot on my energy levels. I do respond to questions or misunderstandings particularly, but I always appreciate knowing someone enjoyed something I wrote even if I don't have the energy to individually respond.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Probably Exile, due to being a pair of missing scenes for characters who are doomed by the narrative. Another hp warning on that one, one of a bunch of snape fics I was churning out for a while around 2016.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Most of my fics have what I would consider happy, or at least hopeful, endings. I appreciate darkfic but don't really write it.
7. Do you write crossovers?
Not habitually, but I did write a Galavant/LotR fic once for funsies. It's sort of in the vein of "Crack treated seriously" genre, and was very self-indulgent. I wrote that one entirely for personal amusement but you can read it if you like fun.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
I've had a few temper tantrums directed at me, yes. Turning off anonymous asks on tumblr and keeping fic on Ao3 viewable only to signed in accounts cut down on its frequency considerably, however.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I've attempted it once or twice but I'm not particularly good at it and I'm not even especially interested in writing it. I mostly write gen fic and peri- or post-canon fic around non-romantic relationships, or occasionally established canon relationships. Which basically means 99.98% of fandom has zero interest in my stuff, but them's the breaks I guess.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I've had fic reposted on some Russian for-profit app years ago, hence a lot of my fics being tagged with "don't repost on another site" or similar. That's also why I started locking them, to keep automated scripts from scraping them for such apps. With the advent of AI bots, I'm even more sure I'm keeping them that way, even if it does cost me some clicks.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope. I've beta-read for others and offered feedback or suggestions, but that's the closest I've gotten.
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
Shipping isn't that huge a deal to me, but if I had to pick something, it would be Legolas/Gimli, because it ships itself (all the way to valinor)
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
I never did finish Holt You Down and I don't know if I ever will. Remington Steele doesn't have a big fandom and it's hard to get motivated to bother with a fic nobody seemed to particularly care about. I mean I say never, but I did go back and finish Worm Tamer several years after abandoning it.
15. What are your writing strengths?
A large vocabulary? I have no idea. My fics don't generally get a lot of broad attention. I'm good at appealing to myself and six other gremlins, I guess?
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Probably writing action/plot in general. I bore myself sometimes but don't always know how to fix it.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
I haven't tried it, given that I don't speak another language. I've seen it used effectively, though, so I think it can work fine if a story calls for it.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
I think maybe House, MD? I scribbled some bad drabbles on livejournal communities before that, but I cannot remember what for. House was the first thing I wrote more than 100 words on. Some of that stuff is probably still on FFN but I can't bring myself to read them again and don't suggest looking for them either. I'm sure they must have been pretty terrible. My old LJ account is toast, however.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
Hmm. Honestly I have no idea. I don't really plan ahead, ideas tend to grab me out of the aether or not.
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Worm Tamer, I think. It's far from perfect but I think it mostly accomplished what I wanted it to by the end.
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Figures from John Speed's map 'The Kingdome of Irland' [sic], created circa 1610. The various color versions published of these images were probably colorized by someone who had never been to Ireland and are not necessarily accurate.
Note: ‘Civil’ and ‘Wilde’ ARE NOT descriptions of socioeconomic status or social class. This is a modern misunderstanding I have seen repeated a lot. In the 16th and 17th centuries, they were indicators of acculturation level. The ‘Civil’ Irish were Anglicized. They spoke English; they wore English clothing styles; they followed British laws. The ‘Wilde’ Irish still kept Gaelic Irish customs. They spoke Irish; they wore Gaelic Irish clothing; they followed Brehon law. Of course, as these prints show, the ‘Civil’ Irish and even the Anglo-Irish gentry wore some Gaelic Irish clothing in the early 17th century.
The gentleman, the gentlewoman, and the ‘civill’ man are all wearing elements of early 17th c English fashion including their doublets, their standing collars (the men) or ruff (the woman), and their felt hats (the men). The men have English-style beards and haircuts. The gentlewoman has her hair done up and decorated in English style. The men are probably wearing English-style breeches, but these are hidden by their mantles.
The gentleman, the ‘civill’ man, and the ‘civill’ woman are all probably wearing a kind of bróg or Irish shoe now know as a Lucas type 5. These bróga differed from similar English styles in that they had flat soles and were held together with a leather thong rather than thread or nails. This kind of bróg was worn in Ireland into the 19th century.
The ‘civill’ woman wears a linen wimple on her head. During the 16th century, coifs and hoods replaced wimples in English fashion, but Irish women continued to wear them.
The ‘wilde’ man and woman are both bareheaded with free-flowing hair. A 17th century English woman would never leave her house this way, but it was common in parts of Ireland. The man has long bangs known as gilbs. This hairstyle was popular in 16th century Ireland and banned under British colonial rule. The ‘wilde’ man’s lack of beard is also Irish fashion.
The ‘wilde’ man is wearing tight-fitting trúis on his legs. The groin piece being made of a different fabric is something seen on extant trúis of the Killery bog outfit. He is possibly wearing knee-high leather boots. Similar boots are shown in some 16th century costume book illustrations. The shagginess at the top might indicate that they are made of rawhide with the hair still on.
Finally, all 6 of them wear an Irish brat. These illustrations show that the brat came in a variety of lengths and materials. The thick shaggy border on the bratanna of the gentry, the ‘wilde’ woman and the ‘civill’ man is probably pile-woven wool. The ‘civill’ woman and the ‘wilde’ man have fringed edges on their bratanna.
Bibliography:
Arnold, Janet, Tiramani, J., & Levey, S. (2008). Patterns of Fashion 4. Macmillan, London.  
Arnold, Janet (1985). Patterns of Fashion 3. Macmillan, London.
Dunlevy, Mairead (1989). Dress in Ireland. B. T. Batsford LTD, London.
Lucas, A. T. (1956). Footwear in Ireland. Journal of the County Louth Archaeological Society, 13(4), 309-394. https://www.jstor.org/stable/27728900
McClintock, H. F. (1943). Old Irish and Highland Dress. Dundalgan Press, Dundalk.
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Großräschen Sportplatz
Berlin: Graphokopie H. Sander KG, 1071 Berlin (B 8/65 Best.-Nr. T 309)
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