#53 acting credits
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hopelessly devoted. — choi beomgyu x fem!reader
status on-going (230619 - ?)
schedule whenever…
cw/genre swearing, twt humor bc twt humor, lots of bantering between friends, slowish burn ??, slice of life, romcom, probably gonna be corny hfdjjz, social media au w/ written parts, also pls ignore time stamps they're not important nor accurate lol
synopsis choi beomgyu has spent his entire senior year slacking off and causing mischief. but, due to his inattentiveness, his slacking off went too far and if he doesn't improve the grade in his literature class he'll guarantee himself a seat in summer school. yn has big dreams to be on stage and star on broadway. however, she needs to impress recruiters with one last production as the lead in order to earn herself a spot in a new york based school. when beomgyu's literature teacher makes him join their drama club for extra credit, their futures quickly become intertwined and dependent on each other.
featuring le sserafim members, hanni (newjeans), bahiyyih (kep1er), ocs, and mentions of others
taglist CLOSED
profiles four and a half girls, the nba (benchwarmers), others
note my first social media au on tumblr !! hopefully it's an enjoyable read :')) i have so many ideas for txt aus i can't wait to share them! i'm most excited to share this beomgyu one so i hope you all enjoy ♡︎ - yuri
Acts
01. report and block soobin
02. nyu decision day
03. second review
04. spring production (written+)
05. i'm sandy
06. auditions (written)
07. cast list from hell
08. wtf mr. kim (written)
09. welcome to hell
10. first read through
11. perfect harmony (written+)
12. it’s just a little infatuation
13. it’s just coffee
14. annoying friends (written+)
15. cruel and unusual punishment
16. the deal
17. shameless
18. very interesting
19. it comes so naturally
20. awfully close
21. please believe me
22. predicament
23. nopenopenope
24. i’ll kick you
25. it’s just a kiss (written+)
26. it’s called method acting
27. long time no talk
28. apology(?)
29. focus on me (written)
30. beomie
31. i never said that
32. yeonjun and soojung
33. soulmates
34. you’re the one that i want (written)
35. mixed feelings
36. everybody talks
37. yunjin’s plan
38. baby jungie
39. i don’t feel so good
40. you’re not who i thought you were
41. i’m not a bad guy
42. yeonjun and beomgyu
43. one last date
44. best friends and brothers
45. my love
46. we’re done
47. last day
48. the promposal (written)
49. the aftermath
50. beomgyu’s aftermath
51. friends night
52. hiyyih tells all
53. regroup new plan
54. please forgive me
55. the truth comes out
56. operation: save yeonjun
57. getting ready
58. opening night (written)
59. yeonjun’s aftermath
60. the decision
#tomorrow x together#txt#beomgyu#soobin#yeonjun#taehyun#hueningkai#huening kai#txt scenarios#txt aus#txt au#txt social au#txt social media au#txt imagines#beomgyu x oc#beomgyu x reader#beomgyu x y/n#beomgyu imagines#beomgyu scenarios#beomgyu au#beomgyu fluff#beomgyu angst#beomgyu social media au#choi beomgyu#choi soobin#choi yeonjun#kang taehyun#txt socmed au#txt fluff#txt angst
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Just Pretend-twelve
*gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*
Parings: Noah Sebastian x Musician! Reader
Warnings/Tropes: language, angst, fluff, smut, star-crossed lovers, right person/wrong time, cheating, talks of mental abuse.
Summary: “I can wait for years, heaven knows I’m not getting over you.” A story about two star-crossed lovers, that always find their way back because their souls are entwined. The universe desperately attempts to bring them together, no matter what the cost.
Authors Note: All I will say is enjoy my loves.
Collaborating With: @thescarlettvvitch(better give her all the love as well)
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NOAH
“You wanna take, take, take. You wanna break, break, break my heart,” I rambled while pacing my room.
Fuck, do I need to add break that many times?
I rambled the sentence a few more times to see how it tasted on my tongue.
Fuck it, I shrugged. It’s good.
My fingers drummed a beat against thigh as I continued to pace the room, anything to keep my mind off of my fucking phone. “But now I know my place.”
Hi.
Who the hell says hi?
It’s been 4 minutes and 35 seconds. No-wait-4 minutes and 53 since I texted Y/N. She’ll probably leave me on read. Especially after how I was acting the last few weeks. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that one of the guys told her how I’d been drinking. Why would she want another Trey? There’s no way she’d respond. Maybe this friendship is over, even despite our feelings. Despite everything maybe it was a lost cause.
“Fuck, I need to get the verse down,” I tossed my phone onto my bed and sang the verse once again.
“You couldn’t wait, wait, wait. For the day, day, day I lost. It’s such a shame, shame, shame you couldn’t change, look what it cost.”
Why the hell did I add day that many times? You know what? I think it works but I’ll ask Jolly what he thinks. As I stood from bed, I scratched at my stomach, my shirt riding up just the slightest and I couldn’t help but think of the reason Y/N gave me my nickname.
“Because you’re the sweetest and your stomach is soft.”
“Idiot,” I grumbled while clipping my hair back away from my face.
I could use a trim.
With a sigh, I took two steps, ready to leave my phone behind on my bed, until his rang loudly and I whipped my head back so fast. My hands shook at my sides, not reaching for it yet, afraid that I might have misheard the notification. But when my phone went off another time, I nearly jumped onto my bed to grab it.
Your Amazon package is out for delivery!
Just as I was about to chuck my phone across the wall, something told me to check the message thread with Y/N one more time.
My message was the last one sent but my heart fell slightly when I saw three bubbles appear.
“Oh shit,” I muttered almost dropping my phone but kept the grip on it firm.
The bubbles disappeared only to appear a few seconds later just to disappear for a few moments too long.
The entire time, I sat on the edge of my bed as my knee bounced in a rapid pace, just as my heart did while I waited to see if she would respond.
Angel 🪽: Hi mochi.
I jumped to my feet, a loud thud echoing from how hard the force was, and I bounced on my heels trying to think of what to say.
Hey, how are you?
Nice, something short and simple. Don’t want to push her too far.
I wasn’t sure what to say, not really. I just knew I wanted her back in my life regardless of how things went. It killed me not to have even the slightest of contact. The first step is this.
Angel 🪽: can we FaceTime? only if you’re comfortable with that. There are some things I need to say and it would be better to face to face than texting.
“Fuck,” I began pacing the length of my bedroom once again, panic setting in low in my stomach. Texting her was one thing but to see her face again made my skin itch and skin tingle in the best way.
But she hurt you.
I sighed at the voice in my mind, knowing it was true, but right now it didn’t matter. We were ready to move past what happened.
Sure.
Seconds later, my phone rang, the trill of it a constant buzzing and I hesitated to answer. But I knew I had too. I was the one that set out the end of the olive branch and she was reaching for it, begging me to pull her back.
Giving myself a quick once over in the mirror of my closets, I smoothed down my hair and wiped at the imaginary dirt on my face before I clicked the green button and soon her face appeared on my screen.
Fuck, she looked ragged. The sunken eyes, the bruised smile but shit, she still looked so beautiful. With the true state I’d been in, I knew I probably didn’t look better.
“Hi,” her voice was rough but angelic.
I noticed my door was open so once that was shut, I sat down at my computer chair, leaning back slightly.
“Hey.”
“How have you been?”
My chair rocked back and forth. “Good, how about you?”
There was a long beat of silence, and I used that time to look at her surroundings. There was a large window behind her with the setting sun casting an orange glow around her.
A true fucking angel.
“Good,” she said after a long breath. “You know what, lets cut the bullshit.”
I blinked, perplexed where this conversation was headed now.
“Angel-,” I began.
But her stern eyes stared back at me when she shook her head. “No, mochi, I need to say this. Please let me say this.”
I took a deep breath, ignoring the way my heart skipped a beat when she said my nickname, and urged her on with a nod.
Her mouth moved like a fish out of water, trying to gather her words. “I hurt you. I hurt you and I’m so fucking sorry, Noah.”
I stared at her and to be honest; I wasn’t expecting that. I wasn't sure who would apologize first then I remembered I didn’t need to apologize. I wasn’t the one who left.
“It’s-.”
“No,” she cut me off. “Let me finish. I’m truly sorry. I had no right to just up and leave with no explanation.”
She abruptly stood and walked across her room before sitting on her bed now, a furry animal curled up on the pillow next to her.
Salem.
“There are so many things haunting me, Noah. As I’m sure there are things haunting you and I’m just-I’m sorry.”
I wanted to say something, anything, but I sat frozen holding the phone in front of my face while I perched my other arm behind my head. There were so many thoughts weighing heavy on my mind until finally I started small.
“I-I appreciate your apology.”
I wanted to deep deeper into this; I wanted to continue to dig and dig and dig under her skin and brain because I wanted to know more but she was holding back.
She brought Salem into her lap then set up her phone that I could see her entire body and the cat on her lap. Y/N looked beautiful in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, her hair in a disarrayed bun, strands falling into her face but didn’t care enough to brush away.
Noise outside my door took my attention away from my phone for a few seconds as I sat up straighter in my chair, eyes narrowing towards the door.
“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
My eyes snapped back to my phone at that word; friendship.
We already established there's nothing more than being friends. It doesn’t make much sense with what we’d been through but right now, I’d take what I can get.
“I don’t want to, either,” I admitted with a sigh. “These last few weeks have been pretty rough for me and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss you, angel.”
The corner of her mouth lifted. “I missed you too, mochi. So we can both agree, fresh start?”
“I’d like that,” I smiled. “Salem?”
She beamed while holding up the cat so he could extended his body straight like a stick. “Yep. He’s settled into the move right away. You should see Malcolm with him. At first, Malcolm wouldn’t even be in the same room together but now, I catch him stealing Salem from my room so he could cuddle him.”
I chuckled at the vision of large Malcolm snuggling with a small cat on the couch.
“What about you? How are you enjoying living in Los Angeles?”
“I haven’t got out much because of the pandemic but now that the ban is lifted, I want to find an art studio or a gym. Something to get my ass out of the house.”
“You should come with me to my gym,” the words rushed out before I could stop myself. “I’ve been trying to get one of the guys to come with but they won’t.”
She raised a hesitant brow. “Are you sure? I don’t want to interject myself in something thats yours.”
“Angel, I promise you its fine.” I assured her.
“Alright, fuck it. I’m in,” she smiled. “I want to learn some taekwondo.”
I hummed. “Lucky for you, the place I go offers some great classes on Tuesdays and Fridays, we can go this week?”
It was already Wednesday so it would be a few days before we rushed into this.
“I’d like that, Noah. Thank you.”
“Y/N, the pharmacy called me because you didn’t answer. Your meds are ready for pickup.”
Chase appeared behind Y/N in the screen and when he saw me, he cursed. “Fuck, I didn’t know you were on the phone. Sup, Noah.”
I nodded. “Hey man.”
Y/N waved Chase off. “It’s fine. We can pick them up after dinner.”
“Meds? Everything alright?” I asked with slight worry.
I fully expected her to brush me off or change the subject.
“Remember when I told you that night that I deal with something every month and it’s a lot?”
I tried not to remember the aftermath of us having sex.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Well, I have to take different meds to help with it. It’s a lot to go into right now but I promise, one day.”
“Whenever you’re ready, angel,” I said with a smile, not wanting to feel like she needed to be forced to tell me what was wrong with her.
“What the fuck? I’m starving and you two are chit chatting like teenage girls who just found out the schools hot gossip.”
Malcolm appeared on screen behind Y/N and threw up the two fingered peace sign. “Sorry, Noah. We’re taking her away from you.”
I chuckled. “All good. We can talk tomorrow? I can call around 2:30?”
Y/N smiled that bright smile that pulled at the strings of my heart; the one that connected us. “I’d like that, mochi.”
With one final goodbye, I hit the red button, ending the call with a sigh. It was only a few minute long conversation but enough to ease the worry if everything would be alright.
“Shit.”
“Get your foot off of my knee, you dumbass.”
“Did they hang up? I can’t hear anything?”
What the fuck?
JOLLY
“We shouldn’t eavesdrop. It’s not our place,” I said with my hands deep in my pockets.
“Dude, were not listening to him fuck her. They’re talking since they fucked,” Orie pointed to Noah’s closed door.
“Real classy, dickhead,” Jesse smacked the back of Orie’s head.
“I’m just saying,” he raised his hands in defense. “I want to hear! Now move.”
Jesse kneeled in front of Noah’s door with Orie leaning over him, and Michale standing behind Orie.
“Why are they talking about taekwando?” Jesse wondered.
“Shut the fuck up, Jesse I can’t hear,” Michael slapped his arm.
I shook my head before temptation gave in and I kneeled next to Jesse so I could get a better listen. This was the first time Y/N and Noah would talk since that night and since there wasn’t any raised voices, I could only hope it was a civil conversation.
“Move your hair it’s in my face,” Jesse tried to push me away.
“Not my fault you’re a dwarf, man,” I shrugged then hushed him.
“I’d like that, Noah. Thank you.”
The small glimmer of hope that things would be okay intensified when I heard the softness of Y/N’s voice. I could almost imagine that eye crinkling smile she would do; the one Noah loved.
“If Noah knows we’re listening, he won’t turn the heat on for a week,” Michael reminded us.
“Shit,” Jesse cursed.
Orie pushed Michale away. “Get your foot off of my knee, you dumbass.”
“Did they hang up? I can’t hear anything?”
Suddenly, the door opened behind us but I was the only saved from falling to the floor at Noah’s feet that was covered with his favorite pair of Naurato socks; Jesse, Orie, and Michael all falling on top of each other in a heap.
“What the fuck?” Noah cursed with hands on his hips. “Were you guys listening to my conversation?”
The three of them scrambled to their feet before running down the stairs, their laughter echoing through our shared home. I watched with a small smile and shook my head before Noah glared over to me.
“Fuck you, you know what? No heat. I’m serious! Kiss my ass.” He called out after them. “It’s going to be 65 degrees all week!”
“Wasn’t my idea,” I defended with my hands held up.
Groans carried upstairs as soon as Noah turned off the heat. “Oh, come on, Noah!”
“What the fuck, man!”
A sly smirk played at his lips. “We got stock in Bad Omens hoodies; fucking wear one and don’t listen to my phone calls.”
Once Noah retreated into his room, I stared at the closed door with a proud smile. It was a drastic change in attitude from how he was just last week. Talking to Y/N brought out the playful, joking side of Noah that we all love and missed.
Maybe things were going to be alright.
“So who’s going up there to ask how it went,” Orie’s voice called out from downstairs.
NOAH
The soft, delicate, knock against my bedroom door made me take off my headphones, setting them down on my desk. Exiting out of my game and making sure TWITCH was closed out, I rose from my seat and ran a hand through my hair before I opened the door, heart falling into my stomach at the sight in front of me.
Y/N was wringing her nervous hands together, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“Angel? What are you doing here?” I questioned while leaning an arm against the door.
“Uh, Jesse let me in. I-I needed to see you,” she hugged the jacket closer to her chest, something clearly bothering her.
My brows scrunched together, still shocked that she was standing in front of me. Just a few hours ago, we were talking on FaceTime about our gym meet up tomorrow and she said she needed to hang up because Chase and her had plans to go hiking.
“Everything alright?”
She hesitated eyes darting to my bedroom. “I need your help, Noah.”
My heart jumped into my throat as I stood straighter, unsure if I heard her correctly. “With what? Is something broken?”
“No, Noah,” Y/N’s voice dropped low before taking a step towards me, hands trailing down my chest. “I need you.”
Oh, fuck.
The passionate, high energy, tension that we feared was lost came flooding back into our veins as I yanked Y/N into the room, kicking the door shut behind her. I wrapped my hand behind her head and sparks shot through my entire existence when I pressed my lips against Y/N’s in a soul shattering, earth ending kiss. My tongue pushed past her lips almost instantly, finding hers in a fight for dominance. It explored every inch of her mouth and she moaned, nails scratching at the fabric of my shirt. With one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, the other slipped underneath her shit to graze over the soft skin of her stomach.
“Noah,” she breathed against my lips.
“Fuck, I missed you angel,” I walked her backwards towards my bed.
Her lips were swollen, lipstick smeared from the force of our kiss, and I felt all the heat rush straight to my cock when I thought of those lips stretched around me, drool leaking out of the corners of her mouth and trickling down her chin as she struggled to take all of me in.
My dick ached in pain, needing some sends of release; soon.
I helped her out of her clothes; her doing the same to me, as our lips met again. My teeth bitting down on her bottom one as she tried to pull away.
She hissed while dabbing a finger to her face. “Did-did you just bite me?”
I took in the sight of her standing in front of me in a simple black matching bra and panties set.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” I hooked a finger into the strap of her bra, sliding it down over her shoulder.
The tattoo’s that littered her skin almost glowed from the neon lights in my room. Kaonashi on her arm, the large array if flowers and veins on the other arm, the one of all the Greek Gods on Mt. Olympus on her thigh, and the small design of Totoro on her ankle, the ones we got on her birthday. Aogaeru from Spirited Away on my ankle.
Turning her towards my bed, I trailed my fingers down her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall down to the floor at our feet. My lips littered soft kisses along the large snake and flower tattoo on her back as I dropped to my knees, slipping off her panties to her ankles.
“Fucking beautiful,” I praised while looking up at her.
Y/N peered down at me over her shoulder. “I could get used to you being on your knees for me.”
I turned her back to face me and left my hands on her hips. “I’ll pray to this body every night if that means you stay with me, angel.”
Her hand raked through the long locks of my hair and I let myself relax into her touch as I stared at her warm core right in front of me. The phantom taste from the last time I tasted her still lingered on my tongue.
“Noah?”
I hummed while peering up through my lashes at her.
“Stand up.”
Doing what she said, I stood to my feet and now towered over her by atleast a foot. Her nails scratched down my bare chest and I hissed in pure ecstasy. The pain making me realize this was real. She was in front of me.
I attacked her lips once again as her fingers trailed down over my stomach to the waistband of my briefs, helping me step out of them. Y/N’s eyes flashed down to my hard cock as it sprang free, beads of pre-cum spilling from the slit. I rubbed my thumb over it and groaned at how sensitive I was.
“I missed you,” Y/N pressed a kiss to the pulse point of my throat; the apple.
My head titled back to give her more access, and I gripped her hips tighter.
“Sit down,” she nodded to the edge of my bed.
Once seated, Y/N kneeled down on the floor between my legs and I shivered under her touch again as her nails raked up and down my thighs. I watched her actions from the mirror behind her, eyes drinking in the sight of her large back tattoo and the perkiness of her round ass. My cock twitched in front of her face as she gazed up at me, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I’ve dreamed of the way you tasted, Noah.”
My fingers grazed over her chin, up her jaw, to the back of her head and tangled within the waves of her hair. My other hand gripped my cock as I guided the tip towards her lips.
“Open those pretty lips for me, angel.”
A guteral groan sounded from the back of my throat and I titled my head up towards the ceiling, my long hair cascading down my back. I gripped Y/N’s head with a vise grip and guided her up and down; slowly at first until I reached the resistance of the back of her throat and buried my cock deep in there.
“Shit,” I breathed when she choked on me. “Feels so good.”
I kept her there for a few more seconds before letting the grip on her head ease enough that she could start moving once again. She flattened her tongue to press underneath my shaft and when her fingers cupped my tight balls; I knew I was nearing the edge of bliss. The bottom of my spine tingled with a burning that only she could bring but not yet; I didn’t want this to be over yet.
She pulled off of my cock with a loud pop as I lifted her from the ground to kneel on my bed. I pressed my large hand over her bed so I could push her upper half down on the bed while keeping her ass up in the air. I positioned us so we could face the mirror and I trailed a finger down her spine.
“Spread your legs for me,” I ordered before laying a firm smack to her ass.
Y/N writhed with a moan but did as I asked. I guided the head of my throbbing cock up and down the wetness of her folds.
“Noah,” she whined. “Please.”
“You like that, angel?” I asked.
She moans her response, but I didn’t like that answer. With my cock poised at her entrance, I leaned over her back so my warm breath fanned over the crook of her neck.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, I like it,” she answered breathlessly.
“Good girl,” I praised before slipping into her tightness; finally.
We shared a long moan, the feeling of being connected once again being almost too much for me to take, my cock pulsating inside of her. The warmth spread over every inch of pricked skin, the sensation clawing at my insides; in the best way possible. It felt like how it did that night only better because she wasn’t going anywhere. I’d make sure she’d stay tonight.
“I’m so tense, Noah,” she writhed underneath me.
I lazily kissed her back as my hips rutted up against her. “You came back.”
I pushed her face into the mattress because of my weight on her back so she could only speak.
“Always.”
My hair spread over her back when I pressed my forehead in-between her shoulders, the sweat from her skin tasting bittersweet on my tongue. I sunk my teeth deep into her, marking her as my own and pulled my cock almost all the way out, just leaving the tip.
“Mine?”
Her answer was a mess of curses when my fingers pressed into her clit, drawing fast circles. His pussy clenched over my cock as she came undone, her arousal spreading down my thighs. I hooked my fingers in her mouth to hold her up so she could watch us in the mirror now.
“Watch as I fuck your pretty pussy,” I ordered, long hair covering my face.
Y/N did the best she could to nod with my hooks in her mouth and my pace became relentless, slamming into her so hard and fast, the noises echoed throughout my room. The burning felt warm at the base of my spine as my heart pounding widly in my chest, my own orgasm so fucking close to destroying me. She looked fucking angelic from her reflection in the mirror. Her skin soaked in the neon glows of the lights of my bedroom and I wondered if anyone could hear us through the white noise of our moans and skin slapping.
My name sounded muffled from her throat since I still had my fingers hooked inside her mouth.
“What?” I unhooked my fingers.
Y/N swallowed thickly. “I want you to fuck me against the mirror.”
Anything for you, angel.
With an arm around her stomach, I lifted her off of the bed and walked over to my mirror closet, pressing her back to it. I hooked her leg over my hip then slid deep within her walls once again, my head falling to her chest with this new angle.
“Fuck,” my teeth graze over the perky buds of her nipples, swirling my tongue over them.
“Harder,” she begged, running her hands through my hair.
She gathered it at the ends and pulled my head back to crash her lips to mine and with a few hard slams of my cock into her, Y/N came apart once again for me, screaming her release into my mouth. My back tensed as my stomach muscles contracted, and with the force of my thrusts, the closet doors shook, one of them breaking off the rolling hinge and shattering the glass directly in the middle.
“Shit,” Y/N giggled.
I paid no mind to the broken glass as I buried myself deep within her, orgasm so close to cresting over me in waves.
“Cum for me, Noah,” she nipped and sucked at the tattoo across my neck again.
Her name fell from my lips repeatedly, cock thrusting into her with every utter of it.
“I love you, Noah.”
“Noah.”
“Noah, wake-.”
“NOAH! Wake up!”
My eyes bolted open as my chest heaved with every deep breath, heart pulsating to an uneven rhythm. Sweat covered every inch of my skin as I peered down at my body, dick standing straight up underneath the sheer fabric of my blanket.
It was a dream?
Fuck, I sighed while running a hand over my face before staring directly into the eyes of the person who wasn’t in my dreams two seconds ago.
Jesse took a bite out of an apple and nodded down towards me. “I hate to ruin whatever you have going on, but it’s time to get up.”
I rubbed my eyes in exhaustion and continued to heave, trying to ease my racing heart. Fick, that felt so real I was sure I was going cum.
“Must have been some dream, you were really enjoying that,” he chuckled before taking another large bite out of his apple.
I chucked my pillow at him. “I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t. Now hurry the fuck up, your oatmeal is getting cold.” He chuckled. “Although, maybe you need a cool down. Take a cold shower first.”
“Fuck off,” I tossed another pillow at him.
Thirty minutes and a very ice-cold shower later, I trekked down the stairs into the kitchen where three smug smiles stared at me.
“Oh, you’re finally awake!” Orie gave me a teasing smirk.
“Yeah, he was a little occupied,” Jesse laughs.
I knocked the apple out of his hands; it clattering to the kitchen counter.
“With what now?” Jolly questioned with a mock curiosity.
“Noah had a wet dream,” Jesse informed everyone.
“Shut the fuck up,” I said through gritted teeth. “Why are you guys always in my business?”
They all share a laugh before Jolly’s calming voice brought a sense of sincerity to the conversation. “It’s not a big deal, Noah. Was it- was it about Y/N?”
I did my best to hide the way my face reddened by sticking my head in the fridge to grab the milk.
“Oh, fuck. Angel. So good.” Jesse mocked in a voice that sounded nothing like me.
“Laugh it up,” I grumbled while slamming the fridge shut, suddenly not hungry anymore.
“It’s not a big deal, Noah, considering you see her today. Are you feeling okay?” Jolly wondered.
I shrugged while stuffing my hands into my gym shorts. “Yeah why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, just becau-.”
“Look I appreciate you guys, really. And I love you for helping me. I just-I want to try to atleast get back to being friends with her. I want to move past this awkward bullshit and have her in my life again. I can’t care about the details right now.”
“We know,” Orie nodded. “We want to make sure you two are going slow this time.”
“I know, I know. We’re meeting at the gym today, be nice to just hang out and do something-healthy. Talk.” I smiled with excitement and nerves.
Jolly smile while standing to his feet. “Good, I’m glad you two are talking again. Still want to write tonight?
I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got another track we can start.”
NOAH
Inside the gym, two minutes before our meet time, I waited by sitting in a chair my leg bounced up and down, up and down- I paced that gym floor, burnt rubber almost gave the room a scent. I was finally seeing her again, since that night. Not on the phone, not waiting for a text. Physical and beautiful form. She had come back into my life like a sudden flame, blazing and streaming into my heart. I stayed up all night contemplating the certain agony I knew would be mine if I were to lose her twice.
Movement out of the corner of my eye made me turn towards the direction of the door, her angelic form stepping into my line of sight. Immediately, thoughts of my dream earlier came flooding back, and I shifted on my feet, hoping my cock would get the memo not to get hard.
Not right now.
All the breath got knocked out of me when her bright eyes landed on me and I gave her a small, awkward wave. When I saw her last on FaceTime yesterday, her skin still looked sunken in and pale, but now she looked like all the life had been breathed back into her.
“Hi,” she smiled.
“Hey.”
“Sorry I’m late. Chase dropped me off so I only have an hour before he picks me up. Something about him and Malcolm having tickets to a movie tonight.”
I waved her off. “You’re fine, angel. I could always give you a ride back home if you need.”
She thought about it, I could tell the way her pupils dilated.
“That’s sweet of you, Noah. But Chase promised he’d buy me Greek for dinner tonight before dropping me off to my art class,” she shrugged playfully.
I wasn’t sure if that was the truth or just an excuse not to spend more alone time together. Even if our conversation was flowing, there was still that awkward tension because of the elephant in the room; the one neither of us wanted to discuss. We wanted to move past what happened, start fresh.
“Art class?”
“Yeah,” she beamed. “I’m taking some painting lessons. Just another thing I started post pandemic.”
“That’s great, angel. I’d love to see what you create,” I said.
We were silents for a few long beats, just gazing at each other, and feeling the sudden thick tension, I motioned towards the equipment behind me.
“Is there something specific you want to get started on?”
“I usually like to warm up on the treadmill,” Y/N said while adjusting the strap of her gym bag.
We walked over to a more quiet area of the gym, neither of us wanting to be noticed, and as I set my things down on an open bench, I tossed off my sweater, being left in a cut off t-shirt and black shorts, and when I noticed Y/N was still wearing her heavy sweater, I raised a brow.
“Aren’t you going to get hot in that?”
She shrugged while playing with the zipper. “I’ll be fine.”
“Angel,” I took a step towards her. “Take it off. It’s hot in here already. Don’t feel like you have to hide yourself, especially from me. Remember that?”
Considering I’ve seen it all already.
Ignoring the voice in my head, I watched as Y/N eventually nodded and shed off the extra layer, now standing in front of me in tight leggings that hugged her ass perfectly and a sports bra, showing off the toned stomach I wanted to graze my tongue over.
Focus, Noah.
For the next hour, we spent time on our own choices of machines but still within range of sight. Since we were here later on in the evening, the gym wasn't that crowded. Every so often, our gazes would find each other from across the area we were working out in; me on the weight machine, her at the treadmills. It was that invisible string that tethered our hearts together, always wanting to make sure that we never strayed to far from each other.
Now, we stood packing up our things and Y/N hissed as she tried to rub out a sore spot in her back, one she couldn’t reach.
“Mochi, do you mind helping stretching me out?”
Fuck. Me.
The nickname did wonders on my already racing heart.
“Uh, yea. Sure.”
My fingers gripped her hips as she twisted and turned, before bending over to touch her toes while one hand began rubbing out the tense knots in her back.
“Oh, thank you, Noah. I’ve been so tense back there lately.”
“I’m so tense, Noah,” she writhed underneath me.
Images of her underneath me, cock slamming into her, made my cock twitch with the need to be touched. And with how close Y/N was to me as she stood straight, I knew if she took the slightest step back, my cock would brush against her ass.
Fuck, this wasn’t going to be easy.
NOAH
I all but busted through the front door, gripping my gym bag so tight my knuckles had gone white. Shortly after helping stretch out Y/N, Chase arrived to pick her up. We decided we would meet every Friday around 1o am for the taekwando classes. Ever since my dream this morning and now what happened at the gym, my cock was throbbing almost in pain, begging for release.
“How did your workout go?”
“Went great,” I tossed towards Jesse who sat with Harper in his lap on the couch.
“Just great? I mean that’s it?”
With a sigh, I stopped halfway up the stairs. “Yeah we talked, we- we’re good. I’m gonna take a shower and I’ll be down soon.”
Finally in the solitude of the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror. Sweat covered every inch of me again and I tensed, my whole face red and contorted. Y/N in that outfit haunted my mind since the second I saw her. I see the way she moved during her workout, her panting, the sweat dripping off her skin.
Then thoughts of our night together overtook me and I gripped the bathroom counter to steady myself. It was impossibly hard to forget.
“Fuck,” I groaned feeling the blood rushing to every organ in my body.
I turned the shower on, letting the steam gather and levitate around the room.
Hades doesn't have shit on me.
The steam almost makes me glow as I continued to stand there, staring at myself in the mirror for a few more seconds before stripping out of my gym clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
My body was wet, soaked from the steam and sweat alone, as my chest heaved with every deep breath I took. Flashes of Y/N still overtaking my mind. Once finally under the spray of the water, I couldn’t take it anymore; my cock couldn't take it anymore. It was thick, red, and angry from the prolonged release and I brushed my thumb over the head, smearing the pre-cum from tip to base. With one hand on the wall and the other wrapped tightly around my cock, I stroked myself fast, not wanting to drag this out any longer.
“I miss the way you say my name, angel,” I panted.
I hear her say my name over and over. Memories flash from the beginning, her smile, her body, the way she was mounted on top of me. Oh gods, I see it and her mouth in an O shape as she came undone on my cock; in the dream and real life.
My head tilted back towards the water and I had to open my mouth, letting the water deep throat me, to muffle my sounds. The noises, the voice that was her in my head. It was so hard to just pretend what it’s like when I tasted the real thing before.
“God, I want to fuck you again. So bad.”
My deep, guttural groan echoed through the confines of the bathroom as my hips stilled, my release finally spilling into my hand.
NOAH
I sat on the edge of my bed, towel wrapped loosely around my hips, and the pen scratching widely on the paper in my lap. My head snapped up to the mirror in front of me, hair soaked with the water from my shower as droplets fell onto the pages in my lap and smearing some of the ink. But I didn’t care; I would always remember these words.
The perfect mirror. The one that didn’t have a crack running along it; reminding me that earlier today was a dream. I laughed a breathy laugh, grinning ear to ear while shaking my head. I fell into deep thought. Maybe I was in delirium, could have been the orgasm, could have been seeing Y/N again. Most likely both.
“Loves the death of peace of mind,” I muttered and proceeded writing the chorus of what I knew was true.
“You’re in the walls that I made with crosses and frames hanging upside down. For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about.”
Shit, this was good.
Quickly standing to my feet, I threw on some clothes but before I left the room; I snapped a few selfies, then snatched the pad of paper to run down the stairs.
“Where’s the fire?” Nicholas chuckled.
Thankfully, everyone I needed was already in the living room; Jolly, Nicholas, and Folio.
I tossed the pad of paper on the table in front of them. “New song.”
The three shared a look before they leaned forward to read what I wrote.
“The way you fuck, the way you taste? For fuck's sake, Noah. I don’t want to know that shit,” Nicholas rolled his eyes.
I shrugged while bouncing on the soles of my feet with excitement. “Then plug your ears, man. Doesn't matter to me.”
Jolly was the one who spoke next. “The way you bend? The way you break? Fuck, what the hell happened in that hotel room?”
I smile the smallest of smiles. “All I’ll say is I was Mount Olympus.”
The three of them share yet another look before Folio shakes his head. “Didn’t need the image, bro.”
#noah sebastian#noah sebastian and reader#noah sebastian x reader#noah sebastian reader insert#noah sebastian smut#enemies to lovers#right person wrong time#starcrossed lovers
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Gretchen Mol as Bettie Page in The Notorious Bettie Page (2005). Gretchen was born in Deep River, Connecticut, and has 57 acting credits from Girl 6 (as Girl 12, 1996) to five episodes of Perry Mason (2020-23). Her entries among my best 1001 are Dead Mans Walk, Cradle Will Rock and 3:10 to Yuma.
Her other notable credits include an episode of Spin City, Donnie Brasco, Rounders, Celebrity, Sweet and Lowdown, Get Carter, a tv movie of The Magnificent Ambersons, 53 episodes of Boardwalk Empire, eight of Mozart in the Jungle, Manchester by the Sea, A Family Man, and two of Yellowstone.
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Controversial Dead Poets Opinion: Mr. Perry is trying his best; let's give him a break. Both Mr. and Mrs. Perry deeply care about Neil. They did handle the whole theater kid situation poorly, but still… Let's give credit to Kurtwood Smith for his performance. As he said in an interview, in the hallway scene, he tried to play it down and not act as if Mr. Perry was harassing Neil because Tom loves his son and genuinely believes he is acting in Neil's best interests. Thank you. Now you can lynch me if you wish.
The interwiew is on YouTube "MOVIE TRAILER Action Trailer Movie | DEAD POETS SOCIETY - Actor Interviews | Club der toten Dichter", I'm refering to the bit from 12:53 onwards.
mr perry is such an interesting character and reducing him to just a dimensionless horrible person not only does a disservice to him but also to neil's character and story line
kurtwood smith is an amazing actor and his performance was amazing
dont get me wrong i very much dislike him and i dont think how he treats neil is okay or excusable but i also do believe he thinks he's doing what he thinks is good for neil
actually a lot of parents will push their own ideas and dreams onto their kids in the hope that theyll live a better/happier life
anyway im not gonna go on a analyzing rant about him and his relationship to neil but yea i get ya
#i still hate him tho lmao#dead poets society#deadpoets#neil perry#dead poets headcanons#dps fandom#dps#neil dps#neil perry headcanons#mr perry
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𝘋𝘪𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 — 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸
art credits • dividers • The Bride of Dio
Maron’s Notes: This takes place AFTER The Bride of Dio (even though it is still on-going as of July 2023) I planned on making a post-JoJo Part 3 Series and this is a snippet of the beginning of it. It doesn’t spoil the events of the current story. You just need to have watched JoJo part 3 to kinda understand what’s going on!
This is where we begin to diverge from the ending of Stardust Crusaders and more into the territory of my own original content with my favorite characters. Thank you for supporting me and I hope you enjoy what I’ve been writing so far.
Started: May 6, 2023 at 3:53 PM
All of his life, Dio Brando, was described to be a demon. His methods, attitude, state-of-mind was reminiscent of the Lucifer himself. In the slums of London, he was once told that “the devil smiles upon him” through the birthmark that could be found upon his ear by a fortune teller. Then again by his associate named Enyaba. His actions for the rest of his life seemed to prove this fortune true. Dio became a menace.
Dio was always self-destructive and acted in self interest. He cared little of who he hurt, as long as he would get what he wanted from whoever he was taking it from. This caused him to ruin every good thing he’s ever earned in his life. The most notable thing being his wife. She was the only person that ever lived with the strength to love a hellspawn like him.
And he knew that.
Dio wanted nothing but to give her the world—in his way. He didn’t want to settle for mundane life with her. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to be a King—A God; her his Goddess. He wanted his beautiful wife to be just like him. He wanted her to be just as ruthless and cold to her subjects and enemies. She would mother his children; any that he gave her. They would all rule the world while his kin were able to take whatever they wanted for themselves.
It didn’t turn out that way…and it was the fault of the Joestars. The JoJo that he failed to kill: Jotaro Kujo, empowered with a stand reminiscent of Jonathan Joestar himself. Dio swore, that in his final moments, he could see Jonathan’s face of disappointment within Jotaro. The only thing he could think was that he should’ve killed Erina too.
But what of you, his wife? Well, Dio didn’t know. He didn’t know if he’d ever see you again. You most likely didn’t want to. Now, that he has learned that there is indeed an afterlife, he assumed you’d be in Heaven. Your crimes compared to his were mere child’s play. Any sims you committed could easily be forgiven. The two of you had been separated for some time. He didn’t think the day would come where he would see the end of his suffering…
…but it did.
Dio Brando atoned for all the sins he committed in his lifetime and was now allowed to go to Heaven. The Devil wasn’t as kind to Dio as he had been gaslit to think his whole life, no, he was treated the exact same. (If not, worse.) Perhaps, Heaven prove to be sweeter to him.
From the pits of Hell, Dio was rescued by an Angel that brought him to safety. He wasn’t able to see his Savior until the blood red sky he was so familiar with turned into one of baby blue. The Angel was abnormally big, being of blond hair and olive skin just like him. They were male presenting with enormous wings and a spotless white robe, carrying Dio as if he were a sack of potatoes. The two of them reached Heaven’s entrance where he was then thrown to the ground.
“Stand, worm.” The Angel’s voice was deep as it rumbled the ground. Dio, on his hands and knees, could only take in the scenery around him. It was beautiful. The sky burned his eyes before they were adjusted to the sudden change. Around him were clouds that you could stand on, white marble pillars and structures. This was Heaven?
Suddenly, an anger filled Dio that not even the seven Hells could contain. His ego was too strong to be humbled by Hell itself. His eyes narrowed at the Angel, his nose scrunching up in disgust as he jumped to his feet. He wore clothes that were torn, tattered and he was barefoot as well. Hell sure didn’t care about your quality of life.
“Worm!?” Dio repeated. He approached the Angel before him, not at all caring about how less intimidating he looked compared to this supreme being before him. “How dare you!?” He grabbed a fist of the Angel’s garbs. He pulled him closer as he screamed in his face. “Do you know who I am!? I am—“
Dio was struck across the face, once again being leveled with the ground. The man had only been hit a few times within his life but this was like no other.
“You are a worm. You are a sinner. The only reason why I have brought you here is through the request of another.” The Angel spoke through his clenched jaw, voice laced with venom and hatred for the mortal before him.
‘…request of another…?’
“Now, go before I change my mind and drop you back down there.” The Angel shoo’d Dio away, gesturing towards Heaven’s gates in front of him. They were marvelous and just the way they had been imagined in various medias in the world of the living.
With much uncertainty, Dio climbed to his feet and made his way through the gates. He suddenly felt more at ease, the same way one would after putting on nice clean clothes after a shower. Looking down at himself, he saw that his clothes were no longer shredded rags. They were now reminiscent of the things he wore as a young man. A white dress shirt and beige colored bottoms. It was definitely his style as he was unable to let go of the Victorian style fashion that he grew up in.
There was no one else around him and no directions. He would only put together that he needed to keep walking forward; and he did. Dio didn’t cover a lot of distance before he heard faint voices talking. He wasn’t able to tell what any of them were saying until he got closer.
“Calm down, child. You mustn’t worry yourself with such trivial things. I’ve already sent Azriel.” A feminine voice, one that sounded of a mother; a tone that anyone could recognize. “But you told me that he would arrive today!” The second voice was also feminine extremely familiar. Dio could recognize that whining anywhere!
Then he heard a male sigh. “Angela’s right, (y/n). You don’t need to be upsetting yourself. We don’t know when—“ the man then gasped. “There he is! Dio!”
It was you and…Jonathan.
“Dio!?” You perked up, looking to your far left to see it was none other than your husband. A well of emotions bubbled inside of you once you saw him. You gasped as well, running over to him for a sweet embrace. Dio looked extremely confused, hesitant to wrap his arms around you.
“This isn’t an illusion…?” Dio rested his chin upon your head, feeling your warmth once again. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course not, Dio!” You pulled away, holding his hands and intertwining your fingers. “I missed you so much.”
Dio’s eyes widened. You missed him?
Hi, again! This is just a tidbit for now. I kinda work ahead whenever I get stuck. I wish we got more Dio content in JJBA so I had more events to insert the reader into. Coming up with original content and scenarios is hard 🗿
#jojo x reader#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo imagines#jjba headcanons#dio x black reader#The Bride of Dio#dio imagines#dio headcanons#dio x reader#dio brando x reader#dio x you
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April 21, 1989, #974” Ichi-Ban” Lost an engine and hydraulic lines we severed due to the shrapnel from the engine hitting the right side, causing a loss of flight control.Pilot Lieutenant Colonel Dan House and RSO Capt. Blair L. Bozek ejected and came down safely in the South China Ocean. It's an exciting story about how fishermen were able to help find the SR 71 in the ocean.
Her crew attempted to abort to a base in the Philippines, but as RSO Lt.Col. Blair Bozek put it, “We could have made it on one engine with no problem, but with no hydraulics and no flight controls, the aircraft became derelict, and we were forced to eject. Dan [Lt.Col. Dan House] bailed out first; I wanted to ensure I had good ejection position and had everything aligned properly, and ejected about 3 seconds after him.” Both pilot and RSO ejected safely.
They had been able to broadcast their position before abandoning the Blackbird, and rescue forces were immediately on the way. However, the crew was rescued by a native fisherman and reached the point where they had almost no control at all, so they decided to bail out at Mach 2.
Immediately, ships and aircraft were dispatched to try to locate the crash site and also try to recover the missing crew members
Somewhere in the Philippine Sea, house and Bozek were bobbing around in the water in their full-pressure suits, not the best thing to be wearing while swimming
Now, the search was not limited to just the Americans; by sheer coincidence, a Russian naval ship was also in the area; they would have loved to have captured those two crew members and interrogated them, but they would have had a treasure trove of information had they found the wreckage and unveiled some of the mysteries of this fascinating plane.
Now, it turns out that House and Bozak almost made it to land; they splashed down in the water about 300 yards from the coastline. Fortunately, they didn’t have to swim all the way to shore as some local fishermen saw him come down; they paddled out there, pulled him out of the water, took him to shore, and they ended up in the local village at the mayor’s house.
Search and rescue at this time still had no idea they were safe, much less on land safe and being fed and given drinks by the local mayor.
The crew tried in vain just to telephone Clark Air Force Base to let him know without any luck. Finally, using their emergency radio, they contacted a p3 Orion, which was part of the search team, and HH-53 helicopter was dispatched and picked him up at a nearby rice paddy.
From there, they were flown directly to Clark Air Force bases south of them; they were given an exam. Everything checked out well, but if it weren’t for those quick-acting fishermen, this story would have had a completely different ending.
Meanwhile, the search to find the wreckage of the plane was still on by both the Americans and the Russians. No one seemed to know the exact location where that plane eventually crashed
After nearly a week of searching for the wreckage, they finally had the insight to ask one of the fishermen who rescued the crew
Did you happen to see that plane go down?
One of the fishermen who spoke perfect English said oh, we thought you knew where was that.
I know exactly where it’s at.
What do you mean you know exactly where it’s at?
The fisherman replied yeah, we saw the plane go down, and right before we went out to rescue the crew, I put three sticks in the ground to indicate where the crash site was.
The fisherman took him over to where the sticks were, and it said if you triangulate off these three sticks, the plane is about two miles out in the water there, and that is how they found the missing SR-71.
Linda Sheffield Miller. Photo credit Tony Landis
@Habubrats71 via X
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I’ve probably said this before, I don’t recall but whilst looking through my grade 5-6 sketchbooks, I actually used to make Odile a self-insert in the earlier stages of making her, and OC x Canon with Peepers because I loved peepers so much at the time 💀
I don’t now cause’ it’s not me but I did have a story of their “love.”
If I kept the OC x Canon thing, their story would begin with Odile and Peepers already having pursed a relationship on Homeworld before Peepers was slowly falling into Villainy with Hater. For context, Hater’s species had worked with the Watchdogs for quite some time, having some history together as one strong bond in arts of conquering. Odile and Peepers were like an ordinary couple that met through Peepers being a family friend as they both come from governmental backgrounds. However, when Peepers met Hater and developed a friendship over time, it begins to disrupt the romance Odile built in her head until Peepers comes to the conclusion of wanting to properly end things with her, yet she begs him to stay as she was afraid of what could happen to him out in the galaxy. For a time, Peepers gives into her which doesn’t last long, and Odile leaves him. This action only drove Peepers down the path he took, eventually forgetting about Odile.
When the story shifts into the AU, Peepers ends up meeting her again when he introduced female watchdogs into the empire, not recognizing her. While the story goes on, Odile still being upset, she begins dropping hints of her identity and transferred into administration as a way to get to Peepers, this process took years until she finally achieved the role of a secretary and partially works alongside Peepers, seeing it as a chance to get him back for what he did so many years ago. 💀💀💀💀
Odile then begins trying to sabotage him and his career while he is beginning to catch on.
Funny story about this old idea
I went to see a Swan Lake performance in Russia by the Bolshoi, around 2018 when I was visiting family (I’m Russian-Canadian) and I ended up watching Wander Over Yonder on my little CD player with my mom’s coat covering me so the light wouldn’t disturb anyone, but that didn’t last long when she got mad at me, making me sit through the entire ballet. It was Act II.
I thought it fit perfectly as this scene was about the prince meeting the swan, but instead, I interpreted the ballet mime with creating a story for my OC x Canon thing.
Where it’s Peepers and Odile meeting and eventually grow into pursuing a relationship, it’s all good until one day [1:53 video 💀], peepers announced he is going to serve the empire as Odile tries to grasp around the fact, and begins to reason with him, like she’s saying, “You, a commander? Please.. Why can’t you see what could happen to you. I don’t think you should listen to that skeletal.” As peepers listens to her and gives in for a time, however his companionship with Hater soon disturbs the relationship, Odile wants to keep Peepers away from him and later tries to send letters of threats against him to “save” Peepers but fails. Eventually, it crumbles apart and she leaves.
I also named Odile after this ballet. “Odile has deceived him.”
In My fanfic, there’s a few references to the ballet as way of crediting it. I Just need to finish rewriting it.
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5,7,8,9,10,11,23,27,28,29,30,31,35,36,37,41,45,49,50,52,53,60,62,63,67,73,76,77,79,83,84,96,97,99.
Also RED.
5. What’s the best orgasm you’ve had in the past few months?
Hm, one where I was realllly good about not touching myself while I watched some things on tumblr, etc. When I couldn't stand it anymore, I used my favorite toys to fuck myself as hard as I could.
7. What’s the soonest after meeting someone that you’ve slept with them?
Same day--it was a hookup.
8.What position or angle or specific technique never fails to make you cum?
I loooooove doggy but basically I'm hard to make cum. No one else has ever been able to reliably do it. :/ Using the rose toy and getting fucked at the same time is what works for me.
9. When was the last time you watched porn?
Last night. >///>
10. What is the hottest thing someone has ever done with you in bed?
Hmm, beyond just being sweet? (I'm a sucker for kindness.) Manhandled me and fucked me like the lil bitch that I am. :3
11. Do you prefer tongue or fingers?
Fingers because I can't get out of my head lol.
23. Have you ever watched people having sex?
Not like in person, no. (I'm assuming porn does not count here)
27.When was the last time you had sex?
Hooked up with someone who was way too proud of being a YT streamer. They wanted to be fwb but once was enough for me lol. A few months ago? It's been a while T_T
28.Have you ever masturbated to any of your friends? Do you think any of your friends have ever masturbated to you?
Yes and yes.
29. Describe a typical masturbation session.
I scroll on tumblr and keep my hands OFF myself until I'm squirming, and when I need more I switch to porn. I start with a clit toy and move on to a dildo once I'm aching for it, and then I use both until I've cum or can't take any more.
30. How do you feel about threesomes? Have you ever had one, and if not, would you ever have one?
They're hot in theory, but I'm not sure I've ever had the confidence. I wouldn't want to lose my person... but I've definitely considered & fantasized about it. So, maybe with the right people.
31. What’s something that turns you on, but you’re a bit embarrassed by?
UGH lol ummmmm. Fucking myself while someone watches.
35. Which one of your holes do you most want to be filled right now?
Cunt and/or mouth please.
36. Are you loud or quiet when you masturbate?
Well, I'm vocal when no one is around, but I'm usually quietly whiny when I have to be. That, or I'm burying my face in the pillow to muffle what I can't hide.
37. Do you own any toys? What’s your favourite?
Yes, and my "demon" and "rose" toys.
41. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?
Only when someone calls me THEIR slut/whore, and I know they don't really mean it as like.. a bad thing? Idk. It can be hot but it can also trigger me if it's said/meant a certain way.
45. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever asked someone to do while sexting?
Oh jeez. I don't know, probably cnc stuff.
49. What’s a sex act you think is overrated? What’s a sex act you think is underrated?
Overrated-eating me out? I've just never really been able to get past the embarrassment of it. Underrated-doggy and choking and blowjobs all need more credit.
50. When did you last have an orgasm? How did it happen?
Last time I was HORNY DUHH. Lol. The other day, and I pleased myself. :*
52. How often do you masturbate?
When I lived on my own it was a lotttttt, but sometimes I go through phases where I don't much at all. Depends if I'm taken or not, too. Or if someone's been teasing me.
53. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve masturbated?
Oh boy. Mmm, in the middle of the woods lol.
60. Have you tasted yourself? If so what did you think?
Only off someone else’s hand. Not really much of a taste.
62. How long do you masturbate before you cum?
Usually about 45 min - an hr.
63. What’s the weirdest category you have ever searched for?
Furry LOL.
67. If you had 5 minutes to get yourself with porn right now, what would you type in the search bar?
Throat fucking or overwatch. ;P
73. Would you do a cum walk?
Idk what that is tbh.
76.Have you ever worn lingerie?
Let's be clear I LOVE that shit.
77. If you could fuck anyone at all right now, who would it be? Do you know them in real life? Do they know you like them?
Well.. ANYONE? Lol.. They know I like them, but they have someone :(
79. What’s the last object you put into your own body for sexual reasons?
Dildo.
83. What’s your dirtiest secret?
Honestly I'm not sure.
83.What’s the most embarrassing porn you like to watch?
Probably cnc stuff, or free use.. or idk lol.
86. What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever asked someone to do in real life?
I asked someone to choke me once and they knocked me out lol... they also used to leave bruises... they did not know their own strength..
97. What was your most shame-filled orgasm? Why?
I was on skype masturbating while they watched. And because it's embarassing!! Idk, I was taught to never be online/on film etc so it was really embarassing lol.
99. Admit something sexual that you’ve never told anyone else before.
Hm, I've definitely fantasized about being used*/fucking more than one person at a time.
*i mean used in like.. a nontriggering way lol
@the-blue-rose-of-the-sea
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"Keep calm and carry on!"
August 17, 2023
ROBERT B. HUBBELL
As Trump is inundated with unwanted publicity over his fourth indictment, President Biden is making the rounds to commemorate the one-year anniversary of the Inflation Reduction Act. But Biden’s efforts are buried so far down in the news feed that it is difficult to find his remarks. See, e.g., MSN/The Messenger, Biden Celebrates One Year of Inflation Reduction Act, but Stresses There’s ‘More Work to Do’ on the Economy.
In the major media, the “story” is whether the Inflation Reduction Act is “working” by delivering on the promises made when it was passed. Major media outlets are skeptical. See Washington Post, One year in, climate law tests Biden’s environmental justice pledge, and NYTimes, For Biden, Celebrating What a Law Did Rather Than What It Did Not. (Both articles should be accessible to all.)
The disparity in coverage is unfair. Biden is celebrating one of the most significant environmental bills ever passed by Congress, and the media treats it as an afterthought or a punching bag. Trump is dealing with his fourth indictment based on facts that have been in the public domain since January 2021 and the media can talk of nothing else. Oh, well! In this instance, “No news is good news.” If a candidate for president could pick which side of the news cycle to be on, “Not getting sufficient credit for legislative achievements” is preferable to “Defending his fourth indictment.”
The Georgia indictment continues to dominate the news—as does a false news narrative that Americans are evenly split in their support for Trump despite four indictments. The persistence of that false meme is illustrated by the headline published by the Associated Press after it conducted a poll with the NORC Center for Public Affairs Research regarding attitudes toward Trump in light of his indictment. As the AP News headline tells it, “Donald Trump's actions has divided Americans along party lines, AP-NORC poll says.”
The AP headline is misleading. While it is true that Americans are “divided” in a literal sense, it is more accurate to say that “A strong majority of Americans oppose Trump because of J6 and Georgia election interference,” which is what the AP/NORC polling data shows. You can check out the AP data for yourself, or read this analysis in Slate, Donald Trump: Americans are really not that "divided" about the former president's conduct in 2020.
The Slate article takes a close look at the AP/NORC data to show that Americans are not evenly “divided” about Trump's criminality—even within the GOP. As explained by Slate, the AP/NORC poll gave respondents various gradations for opposing or supporting Trump. The AP headline focuses on only one of the five choices in the poll for its headline. But if you group the responses as “support, oppose, or don’t know,” Americans strongly disapprove of Trump's actions on J6 and in Georgia. Per Slate,
If you boil things down to “what he did was bad” or “what he did was OK,” Trump is a loser by margins of 64–21 and 64–15.
Trump is in trouble even among Republicans:
A combined 42 percent of Republicans told the AP that Trump’s conduct in Georgia was illegal or unethical, while only 31 percent said he’d done nothing wrong. Regarding January 6th, 38 percent of Republicans said Trump behaved illegally or unethically, with 46 percent coming down on the side of “nothing wrong.”
The Hill engaged in the same type of “accurate but misleading” cherry-picking from the AP/NORC poll with its headline, 53 percent in new poll say they would not support Trump if he is GOP nominee. Again, that statement is literally true, but the more relevant fact is that 64% of respondents say they “definitely” or “probably” would not support Trump, while only 36% of respondents say that they “definitely” or “probably” would support Trump for president in 2024.
In citing the AP/NORC poll, I am not making the point that 64% of voters say they would not support Trump. (It is too early for polls to be meaningful predictors of election outcomes.) Instead, I am making the point that the media seems intent on understating opposition to Trump based on the indictments and overstating the notion of an evenly divided electorate that does not care about the indictments. They do.
As always, we must not conflate the indictments and the election. Beating Trump at the ballot box is the only path forward. But Americans are paying attention to Trump's increasing legal jeopardy. Don’t let headline writers tell you differently.
[Robert B. Hubbell]
#Robert B. Hubbell#Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter#Inflation Reduction act#RICO indictment#TFG#Georgia#polls#the economy
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Another set of DS9 thoughts! Less cheery ones, mind.
S6E23, "Profit and Lace" is... a bit uncomfortable to say the least. For those unfamiliar with DS9, the lady in the purple dress up there is Quark, the Ferengi bartender, who several hours ago was a cis male and has been forced to become female for shenanigans.
Back in the nineties/early 00's I suspect this was peak humour but now it's a bit... oof. I hesitate to say it's transphobic, but it's not exactly positive either. It's also pretty misogynistic, in a guise of trying to be progressive.
So, brief context: Ferengi are a hyper-capitalistic race (capitalism is quite literally their major religion) and deeply, institutionally misogynist. Ferengi women (always referred to in a derogatory tone as 'females') are forbidden from wearing clothing in public, of participating in public life, property ownership or even of holding profit at all. This is mostly played off as "look how backward they are", but also forms the spine for a few episodes - this one included.
In this episode the Grand Nagus, Zek (the elected head of state for the Ferengi Alliance) has changed the law, permitting women to wear and own clothes. This caused such a riot that he was immediately deposed in a coup, and flees to DS9 with Quark's mother Ishka (the true brains behind everything he does) to enlist Quark and Rom's help to put him back in power.
Initially the plan was simply to have a meeting with all the major Ferengi leaders and Ishka explain, quite simply, that ignoring a staggering 53% of the Ferengi population for the sake of misogynistic tradition was ridiculous - think of all the profit to be made! They would then reinstate Zek, hooray.
But... a fierce argument between her and her very traditional son, Quark, causes her to suffer cardiac arrest (Bashir mentions off-hand that she needed a new heart - so actually she pretty much straight-up died). To go ahead with the plan and thwart the machinations of Jeffrey Combs other DS9 persona, Liquidator Brunt, Quark is... pretty forcefully transitioned into a woman. It is strongly implied later in the episode that this was a complete surgical transition, genitals and all. That itself suggest some interesting things about the status of transgender people in the Federation, but that might be for another post.
The whole thing is played up for humour as Quark gets all 'emotional' from his new hormones, and his brother Rom gives him surprisingly insightful tips on how to act a woman (drawing stares from everyone else, including his Bajoran wife. Headcanon is Rom's genderqueer but that's maybe also for another post!)
Quark (under the pseudonym 'Lumba') meets with the sole Ferengi businessman who turned up and convinces him of Zek's (really, Ishka's) proposed reforms. Then... the businessman suggests they take dessert in his quarters and in a genuinely deeply uncomfortable scene, attempts to sexually assault Quark.
Again, the whole thing is played for humour. Haha, look at how uncomfortable Quark is about this genuine rape threat. Haha. Hahaha.
It's even worse that Quark is forced to turn around and save face when Brunt arrives by kissing the businessman, and stripping for him.
But the day is saved, Quark is transitioned back and gets an awkward hug from Odo (who seems to have not done too well in the makeup department that day, but I digress).
What is there to really say about this episode? Quark is nearly raped, his dysphoria (and yes, he does get dysphoria) is brushed off, and the whole thing is treated like a funny haha joke. Oh, and to give us bookends, the episode opens with Quark extorting one of his employees for sex, and ends with him apologising for it (because his experience has taught him that women deserve better)... and then immediately changes his mind and chases after her as the credits roll.
I don't really know what was going on in the writing room that week, but... hell, guys. Chalk another notch on the "Rick Berman's a misogynistic asshole" board.
#deep space nine#star trek deep space nine#star trek ds9#ds9#ds9 quark#quark#cw: assault#cw: transphobia
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Sarah Silverman as Patty DiMarco in an autographed photo from School of Rock (2003). Sarah was born in Bedford, New Hampshire, and has 120 acting credits from a 1990 short, 15 episodes of Saturday Night Live (her second credit 1993-94), to a voice on 53 episodes of Bob's Burgers (2011-23). Her entry among my best 1001 movies is Ashby.
Her other notable credits include two episodes of Star Trek: Voyager, Bulworth, There's Something About Mary, Rent, 32 episodes of The Sarah Silverman Program, The Muppets, a voice in Wreck it Ralph, The Book of Henry, Battle of the Sexes, a voice in Ralph Breaks the Internet, Space Jam: A New Legacy, and The Bob's Burgers Movie.
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First up, some camouflaged praise: I feel so spoiled this week from all the bonus episodes you have released. It was a LOT of fun!
I am listening to the Destiel edition episode now, and I just got to the point where you mentioned the Then and now podcast. I am listening to it. I started because I was curious and I stayed for the humour. Also Rob is the cutest middle-aged man I know of, haha.
They haven't brought up Destiel specifically, and the way they cover the actual story in the episodes is far from as detailed as you and the other Pod Squad people's method. So if they mention lines it is because it caught their attention. They also personally know the main cast, so I assume that they will see an actor/friend acting instead of being immersed in the story. After all it is a job for them -- though they claim to be on their way to become fans.
While they haven't explicitly discussed Destiel, sometimes they make some mistakes which are very interesting to me (who has a moderate to severe case of spn/destiel brainrot). Rob did refer to Castiel as Castiel Winchester at one point, for example. It was during their usual credits listing at the end of the episode (they included the blooper at the end of the episode).
There are probably other stuff they talk about which is interesting in terms of how much the fandom has influenced their perspectives. But the "Castiel Winchester" one is something I will not forget about. I'll follow up with an episode link (spotify) and a timestamp if I find the will and time to listen through the tail ends of the 11 possible episodes...
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I found the episode: https://open.spotify.com/episode/6kXmoqgZstbCdQyDrQBySq?si=de6b8989c40b438a
The credits listing is at 52:31 and you can hear that they cut right after Rob says "Castiel". In the blooper starting at 53:53 he reminds himself that "It's just Castiel. He doesn't have the last name Winchester. Castiel Johnson." I remembered wrong though: Rob doesn't actually say Castiel Winchester, but Rich does (after the static thing which separates bloopers)
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Ok so first up, hello! thank you SO much for your message! super glad to know you enjoyed the bonus content, we've been beyond excited to release it :)
Good to know the Then & Now pod is a fun time! I was going to say I was surprised that they don't go into as much depth as the fan run casts but honestly I think that makes a lot of sense when you think about it, at the end of the day we're out to create a different product than they are (I assume their focus probably falls more in the camp of behind the scenes and production discussion rather than more of an analysis on the characters, themes, and plots?). Plus, I think you make a great point about them seeing their friends and co-workers rather than characters, they have an entirely different perspective on the entire process than we do (which is the appeal of getting their thoughts on things like podcasts and panels I guess haha).
When it comes to Destiel, I suppose it's really a waiting game to see if / how they'll address it, lucky we've got plenty of fic & fan run casts to get us through regardless! Tbh I always thought the CW missed out on some really obvious marketing opportunities by not cashing in on Castiel Winchester (CW) being a thing haha
Thank you for taking the time to go back through and find the right episodes and time stamps! you've really put in the hard yards on that one! <3
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THE DOOMED & STONED SHOW
~Season 10, Episode 1~
Here we go! Plunging into another season of The Doomed and Stoned Show, with this episode recapping some of the best albums of 2023. Special guest Steve Howe from Outlaws of the Sun joins Billy Goate (Editor in Chief, Doomed and Stoned) for a countdown of their individual lists, from 10 to 1, focusing on various hybrids of doom metal and stoner rock (each album available on Bandcamp and hotlinked to the band names below).
Also in this episode, a discussion of releases we're looking forward to in 2024!
PLAYLIST:
INTRO (00:00)
HOST SEGMENT I - Steve's List (00:31)
1. Bongzilla -- Dab City (no. 10) - "Hippie Stick" (09:28)
2. Howling Giant -- Glass Future (no. 9) - "There's Time Now" (15:46)
3. Ritual King -- The Infinite Mirror (no. 8) "Worlds Divide" (22:17)
4. Dozer -- Drifting Into Endless Void (no. 7) - "Mutation/Transformation" (29:46)
5. Acid King -- Beyond Vision (no. 6) - "Electro Magnetic" (37:17)
HOST SEGMENT II - Billy's List (45:33)
6. Wolfnaut -- Return of the Asteroid (no. 10) - "Brother of the Badlands" (53:00)
7. They Watch Us From The Moon -- Cosmic Chronicles, Act I: The Ascension (no. 9) - "On The Fields of The Moon" (57:26)
8. Moon Coven -- Sun King (no. 8) - "Seeing Stone" (1:05:42)
9. Outer Head -- Delirium (no. 7) - "Delirium" (1:10:14)
10. Sativa Root -- Kings of the Weed Age (no. 6) - "Megalobong" (1:16:12)
HOST SEGMENT III - Steve's List (1:25:34)
11. Modder -- The Great Liberation Through Hearing (no. 5) - "Belly Ache" (1:35:07)
12. Beastwars -- Tyranny of Distance (no. 4) - "Waves" (1:43:14)
13. Green Lung -- This Heathen Land (no. 3) - "One For Sorrow" (1:48:17)
14. Slomatics -- Strontium Fields (no. 2) - "Voidians" (1:54:52)
HOST SEGMENT IV - Billy's List (2:01:12)
15. Ghorot -- Wound (no. 5) - "Dredge" (2:09:34)
16. Purification -- Elphinstone (no. 4) - "Elphinstone" (2:17:09)
17. The Heavy Minds -- Beyond Gloom (no. 3) - "Time Flies Pt. II" (2:22:17)
18. Sonic Moon -- Return Without Any Memory (no. 2) - "Tying Up The Noose" (2:26:41)
HOST SEGMENT V - Steve/Billy's Top Picks (2:32:42)
19. Domkraft -- Sonic Moons (no. 1) - "The Big Chill" (2:47:30)
20. Lamassu -- Made of Dust (no. 1) - "Battle Cry" (2:57:12)
OUTRO (3:05:08)
CREDITS:
Theme Song: Dylan Tucker
Incidental Music: Hellvetika
Thumbnail: Artwork by Throne for Modder
#D&S Podcast#The Doomed & Stoned Show#podcast#radio#Lamassu#Domkraft#Sonic Moon#The Heavy Minds#Purification#Ghorot#Slomatics#Green Lung#Beastwars#Modder#Sativa Root#Outer Head#Moon Coven#They Watch Us From The Moon#Wolfnaut#Acid King#Dozer#Ritual King#Howling Giant#Bongzilla#doom metal#stoner rock#heavy rock#instrumental#Doomed and Stoned
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I posted 1,622 times in 2022
That's 1,622 more posts than 2021!
719 posts created (44%)
903 posts reblogged (56%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@gimmethatagustd
@haliiimede
@yoongukie-ff
@jjkeverlast
@jinsquishes
I tagged 1,586 of my posts in 2022
Only 2% of my posts had no tags
#lati's mailbox📬 - 383 posts
#lati updates - 241 posts
#feedback💫 - 209 posts
#lati's recs🧚🏽♂️ - 79 posts
#jungkook - 62 posts
#my jai 💓💓💓 - 58 posts
#toobsie my angel - 57 posts
#gimmethatagustd - 56 posts
#meg🎀 - 53 posts
#hali wifey 💞 - 53 posts
Longest Tag: 106 characters
#hope this encourages many writers to continue to publish their work for others because you’re truly great!
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
17 + 37 + 41 from the smut prompts list with jungkook 👁👁
be good for me | jjk
-> pairing fratboy!jk x female reader
-> genre smut, college au
-> summary you take a chance at showing up to one of the most popular frat parties, meeting no other than jeon jungkook, a fratboy who's famous amongst the women on campus. or is he?
-> word count 3.0k
-> warnings swearing, alcohol, masturbation, cum eating, finger sucking, fingering, handjob, lots of teasing, dirty talk, biting, protected sex!
-> author's note oop- got kinda carried away with this one, i'll try for future requests to keep it short, hope you enjoy either way love <333 (prompts are marked in bold!) be aware that i don't have taglists for requests! thank you <3
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unexpected lovers | myg
-> pairing artist!yoongi x female reader
-> genre fake dating!au, romantic comedy
-> summary what happens when you meet min yoongi at the club, or well accidentally use him as your pawn to not get hit on. not knowing your cousins friend overhears and suddenly your whole family knows.
-> word count 11.k
-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol, nude bodies, awkward meetings, cringy pet names, problematic family members, angst in the end :’)
(lil side note all credits go to the rightful owner of the yoongi pic)
PART 1 OUT OF 2 | PART 2
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effortless | jjk
-> pairing fwb!jungkook x female reader
-> genre smut, kinda pwp (?)
-> summary jungkook knows how to please you so effortlessly.
-> word count 1.0k
-> warnings swearing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, jungkook knowing how to please 😩, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe y'all)
-> author's note i don't even know what came over me when i wrote this but i listened to the song try/effortless by dvsn and it definitely adds a certain vibe to the story :')
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roommates | jjk
-> pairing roommate!jk x female reader
-> genre roommates to lovers, roommates au
-> summary you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.
-> word count 5.8k
-> warnings voyeurism (it's an accident but still), fingering, oral (m. receiving), multiple orgasms, a lot of fucking teasing, switch!jk, switch!reader.
-> author's note if this fic seems familiar that is because i have decided to re-edit roommates to a version i am more pleased with. <3 hope you still enjoy it!
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My #1 post of 2022
hurts so good | jjk
-> pairing best friend!jk x reader
-> genre crack and filthy smut
-> summary having jungkook as a best friend had it's cons, for one he complains, a lot. surprisingly he shows up at your door at two in the morning to complain about something incredibly different.
-> word count 4.3k
-> warnings sub!koo, switch!reader, change of perspectives, swearing (a lot of it), handjob, oral (m. receiving), dry humping, grinding, cervix sex, size kink (it’s big dick!jk), reader has a pain kink! no protection (y'all know the drill tho!)
-> authors note! ah... my baby is finally here. i should mention that this will be my last upload while i'm on summer vacation before i return back to school for my last year of studies. so i'll be less active, but fear not! my upcoming projects will arrive sooner or later... just with a longer time gap in between. <3
[btw, i'll edit this later... it's literally 4am so if there's any mistakes i'll take care of it when i wake up!]
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Remember Jim Brown.
James Nathaniel Brown (February 17, 1936 – May 18, 2023) was an American football player, sports analyst, social activist and actor. He played as a fullback for the Cleveland Browns of the National Football League (NFL) from 1957 through 1965. Considered to be one of the greatest running backs of all time, as well as one of the greatest players in NFL history, Brown was a Pro Bowl invitee every season he was in the league, was recognized as the AP NFL Most Valuable Player three times, and won an NFL championship with the Browns in 1964. He led the league in rushing yards in eight out of his nine seasons, and by the time he retired, he held most major rushing records. In 2002, he was named by The Sporting News as the greatest professional football player ever.
Brown earned unanimous All-America honors playing college football at Syracuse University, where he was an all-around player for the Syracuse Orangemen football team. The team later retired his number 44 jersey, and he was inducted into the College Football Hall of Fame in 1995. He is also widely considered one of the greatest lacrosse players of all time, and the Premier Lacrosse League MVP Award is named in his honor. Brown also excelled in basketball and track and field.
In his professional career, Brown carried the ball 2,359 times for 12,312 rushing yards and 106 touchdowns, which were all records when he retired. He averaged 104.3 rushing yards per game, and is the only player in NFL history to average over 100 rushing yards per game for his career. His 5.2 yards per rush is third-best among running backs, behind Marion Motley and Jamaal Charles. Brown was enshrined in the Pro Football Hall of Fame in 1971. He was named to the NFL's 50th, 75th, and 100th Anniversary All-Time Teams, comprising the best players in NFL history. Brown was honored at the 2020 College Football Playoff National Championship as the greatest college football player of all time. His number "32" jersey is retired by the Browns.
Shortly before the end of his football career, Brown became an actor, obtaining 53 acting credits and several leading roles throughout the 1970s. He has been described as Hollywood's first black action hero, first achieving recognition in the action film genre with his 1969 film 100 Rifles.
Brown died at his Los Angeles home on May 18, 2023.
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