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#Self-hate&comfort
bearwuvimagines · 4 months
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for ppl with # the trauma . this one’s for you 🔥🔥
imagine your f/o seeing you sleeping or relaxing next to them, maybe after a talk about what happened or a flashback or maybe just randomly, and thinking to themself ‘if i ever meet the person who hurt (s/i), I’m going to jail’
even if ur f/o isn’t violent. they are now/hj/lh
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tnnrrdchclt · 2 years
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useramor · 25 days
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sending my love from nowhere, usa
original poem - b.t.
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Best thing about having Hobie as a comfort character -
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He's SUPER OPENLY SUPPORTIVE
Like he's so loving you never have to worry about your brain doing that thing where it makes you think the characters you care about would hate you
or when you hear those characters say you're gross, bad, dumb etc.
Hobie is so supportive and ANTI-hate it's just not possible it's so unrealistic
whenever your brain is like 'Hobie would think you're disgusting' You can literally be like 'Nice try but He would not say that'
That's why characters like him matter
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Thinking about my tall f/os hugging me, having to sort of lean over to wrap their arms around me. Their arms are so strong but so gentle, so it's secure but safe.
Also thinking about them standing behind or near me and towering over me, they're so intimidating on the outside but they're so nice to me because they care about me.
Or when I'm tired and they carry me since I'm so short and they're so strong, they can easily just pick me up and we can go on an adventure or just chill.
They'd jokingly tease me about my height but would definitely give someone the look of "don't even try it" if anyone was being mean or making me uncomfortable, and they'd absolutely use the height difference to their advantage (especially considering they're super tall).
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bigassmoonchild · 6 months
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All Ears
Pairing: König x Reader
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: You are one of the best soldiers around, but it seems you aren't seen even off the battlefield. König makes sure you know that you're seen.
Content Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Being Left Out, Hateful Thoughts, Self Hate (it's okay, könig comforts you)
A/N: My 'd' button isn't working that well. Have had to go back and make sure it was pressed. Little drabble for y'all, just to give you something to eat up. I will continue Maple Syrup on Friday/Saturday, and the taglist is always being updated! I should really just make a masterlist atp, I’ve got enough posts. As always, content under the cut and my asks are open <3 I PASTED THE ENTIRE FIC INTO THE TAGS GOD HELP ME
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"It's really funny, though," you started and listened to everyone talk over you. Gaz making little quips as Soap gave a story, Price and Ghost having listened intently. Even König and Horangi weren't listening to you, from what you could tell.
You glanced down briefly, waiting for a pause before you tried to jump in again. And again, you were interrupted, though by Price this time. Taking a little sip of the drink you had in front of you, which was extremely watered down by now, you glanced at the people around you.
It was odd. You worked your ass off to get to this point, working with some of the best of the best but still seeming to be too small to really exist with them. When everyone paused, taking drinks, you opened your mouth to speak when Soap tugged Gaz off to play darts, calling for you all to watch him.
A little, almost grimace of a smile came on your face as you played with the coaster intended for your drink. You could feel you heart sinking, swallowing thickly around the tears beginning to form.
You were one of the best soldiers in the world, and yet you had never felt so small. Whether it was intentional or not, you had no idea. You watched everyone talk and exist with one another while you sat on the side, like a bystander. Someone who wasn't supposed to be there, but you found yourself stuck.
"I am all ears, Maus," König spoke to you, leaning in close and looking at you through the mask. You gave him a grim smile, shaking your head and shrugging slightly.
"'s nothing, don't even remember what I was going to say," you told him. He blinked slowly at you, glancing own at your drink that your hands were connected to. He looked at the others, breathing deeply from the deep rise and fall of his shoulders.
Glancing back at you, he held his arm out. "I can buy you a better drink," he said, gesturing further towards you with the arm. "Come," he said.
You grabbed the arm he offered and let him help you from the chair, watching as he cut through the crowd with his height and mass. König's bicep flexed around your arm, seemingly holding you tighter as the crowd flexed and pulsed around your hold.
As you came upon the bar, König leaned against it, calling over the bartender. You stood beside him, waiting until the man could come and take your order. Until them, he had his eyes set on you, not allowing his focus to waver.
"Tell me," he started. "What was it you were going to say before you were interrupted?" You looked away, swallowing thickly. In your mind, it had completely fallen to the side. Becoming nothing, almost as you did when everyone was together.
Glancing back at him, he kept his eyes on you. "Gaz was talking about songs he thought would suit him, y'know?" He nodded, waiting patiently for you to continue. "Was gonna suggest that maybe he should choose 'It's Raining Men', considering his little incident with a helicopter," he snorted above you, shaking his head.
"Maus has jokes, hasn't she?" You shook your head, looking away for a few minutes, watching as the 141 continued to be themselves. Without you. Had they really needed you? "Get those thoughts out of your head," he snapped at you and you glance up at him. König was watching the group as well.
"What?"
"I know what you are thinking," he told you. "I know that look. Do not beat yourself with stones not thrown," you couldn't look at him. The fact that he knew, he had known, what you were thinking.
How you felt so alone, ever since you transferred. You weren't close to any of these soldiers, you didn't know them. They didn't know you, and so you were left off to the side, like a toy they didn't want to play with but didn't want anyone else to have.
As useless as a centimeter of thread, disappearing without a trace when not watched. Disappearing because you weren't necessary to the entire picture, because you didn't have a true purpose that wasn't already fulfilled by someone bigger, better than you.
Useless.
"You are not so alone," he said. "Not so different from any soldier, but that doesn't make you useless. It doesn't make you any less important than those men already there," you glanced up at him, watching his eyes dance across the crowd.
König glanced down at you, eyes crinkling slightly with what you could only assume was a smile. A throat cleared behind you and you glanced back, turning fully to see the bartender in front of you. König gave his order and glanced down at you.
"I've had enough to drink, I should probably pull back," you whispered. "Just a water, for me," you told the man. You watched as the drinks were set out, pulling the water close to you and gulping down mouthfuls of it.
Like you hadn't drank in years, even though it had only been minutes. Your mouth felt dry, mind whirling thousands of miles a minute. You could hear little whispers of the people around you, feeling everything pushing in on you all at once. The heat of all of the bodies surrounded you, pushing in on you and you were stuck in your head.
"Schatz?" It pulled you out, a hand touching your bicep and pulling you from everything. You could see a woman trying to sweeten him up, pressing up against his side. "Talk to me, Maus," he whispered. "'m all ears," he told you.
You glanced at the woman and he did too, her toothy smile dropping as soon as he turned away, a little scoff coming from her. Some words that disappeared into the background came from her lips, and you couldn't read her lips to catch it.
"You are important, Maus," he said. A statement, no questions regarding it. "We all care about you, but you need to find yourself. Find who you are outside of a soldier, create your person. They know you as a soldier, not as a person," König cleared his throat. "Give them some time, I am sure Soap and Gaz will pull you in with them," and you looked up at him.
His eyes had followed the woman through the crowd, watching as she struggled her way back to her friends. As much as you didn't realize it, he was watching everything around you. He probably knew just about as much of yourself as you did, just from watching you.
"I have ears for you," König said, eyes glancing down. "Only ears for you,"
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befuddledcinnamonroll · 6 months
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I am finding it fascinating watching Kang go through the open house with Pimfah, vs going through it with Sailom.
He cares for Pimfah, sure, but with her there is much more being self-conscious of how he looks, of what others see and think of his presence. There's a performative quality, an awareness of his father's life plan already sketched out for him. If he has to follow that path, Pimfah might make it tolerable, but we can see it would never be a path of joy for him.
And though he resists it at first, he can't help but go Sailom's way eventually. The path where he can be goofy and silly, where they can tease each other. Where there is no care of who is around them or what they are thinking. Where Kang only cares about Sailom getting what he wants, and isn't even thinking of his own direction in the moment.
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hearts4fiction · 2 months
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To people who have issues with sweating more than the usual person or just can't control it
Your f/o(s) would never be disgusted or embarrassed
They would make sure to keep the air colder if they have control of the temperature of the room
They would keep extra deodorant, tiny fans, anything that would help you with them whenever youre together, even when theyre out by themselves, they brought them without even realising it
Even if they dont hug or touch you when you're sweating more again, you're not the reason behind it. You never are, they probably most likely dont like the feeling of clammy hands or skin
PROSHIP/COMSHIP DNI.
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starstruckloves · 3 months
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Extremely self indulgent but you’re F/O will never be upset for you feeling a negative feeling like anger. It’s an emotion, it’s natural and everyone feels it. They’d love to help you through your anger and find out what’s making you so frustrated. But if you aren’t feeling that, they can just be there for you and try to cheer you up. “It’s okay to be angry and express that you are upset, it’s not anything to be ashamed of, dear.”
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i-am-true-believer · 3 months
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Just a small reminder today: it's okay if getting up was too hard. It's okay if the dishes in the sink piled up and are now overwhelming. It's okay if it's hard to get laundry done or make dinner. It's okay if the simple and mundane things in life seem insurmountable right now.
One day they won't be. One day you'll wake up and be able to get everything done. For now take it in bite-sized pieces and reward yourself for every little victory. Life is hard enough without being cruel to ourselves over things we struggle with.
Be kind to yourself, give yourself the same amount of understanding and grace you give others. Know that you are loved, you are important and you matter.
From the fellow fanfic addict who scrolls Tumblr looking for escape, who still cries when she's overwhelmed by life, who's learning to take things one day at a time. You are not alone and I believe in you. No matter who you are, I promise I do.
I hope tomorrow is better than today. If there's an infinite number of universes, then there's so many where you are so loved by the characters you love, imperfections and all.
❤️💛 True 💛❤️
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bearwuvimagines · 6 months
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ptsd kings and queens (gender neutral) this one’s 4 u and also 4 me
If something triggering comes up, like in a meeting or a conversation or a movie or whatever, ur f/o instantly reaches for ur hand and holds it and maybe gives it a reassuring squeeze. Just to let you know they’re there and they’re here for you. And then if you need a hug when you’ve left the situation they’ll hold you for a long as you want and make sure you know you’re safe with them
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mrsluthordanvers · 1 month
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Kara Danvers inspired
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willowser · 1 year
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"hey,"
you don't know how long katsuki's been standing over you saying it, but the minute you come to, you realize that's the sound that had been echoing over and over in your dreams.
"hmm?" you blink him into clarity before stretching out over your pillow, extending one arm far above your head. there's a crack in your back and your ankles that relaxes you to a dangerous amount. "what?"
katsuki's home; it's one thing that makes your heart lift, as you bury half your face in the comforter. he's fresh from a shower, the sharp smell of his body-wash trickling into the stale air that's been trapped in your room, scrubbing it clean.
there's a frown on his face, deeper and softer than usual. "the hell are y'doin'? you been in bed all day?"
all day; you force yourself to sit up a little straighter, wincing from the over-tired headache that awakens in your skull at the movement. sure enough, it's light outside, albeit gray and dull. still rainy, urging you to stay in and all cuddled up.
you ignore his question, furrowing your brows as you put two-and-two together. "i thought you were working through the night?"
the sigh he lets out is long and heavy, sounding like it's been trapped in his chest for a while, and he slumps with it down onto the bed. sitting beside your sprawled out form, eying you carefully as his hand goes to rest on your hip over the blanket. he ignores your question, too.
"i called you twice and you didn't answer."
"did you?" you roll, feeling suddenly like a slob then, as you pat around the sheets and under the pillows until you find your phone. katsuki called you three times, and texted you twice; once to tell you he loved you, and another to tell you to pick the hell up. "i'm sorry, my sound must have been off."
the shift written on the fridge calendar read until early, early tomorrow morning; you're sure of it. there's no way you've slept that long, and the afternoon outside speaks to that, too. and if you weren't answering when he called, and now he's here, then —
tears sting deep in your eyes and you rub them so he won't know. "ugh, god, i'm so sorry." when you sniff, his hand tightens on your hip. "please don't tell me you came home 'cause of me."
but he doesn't say anything, and if you move your hands away, he'll see. it's no secret that katsuki's an early riser, and any amount of time he loses to sleep is a waste, he thinks, especially on his off days, or if he is able to spend the morning with you before going in late. sleeping in longer has always made you feel a little embarrassed; here is this pro-hero whose hours are twice as long as yours and yet he still finds time to workout and clean and cook and function like an adult human being.
katsuki doesn't say anything and when his weight disappears from the bed, you peek out to watch him toe off the boots he's still wearing and shrug out of his sweatshirt. even though your angled half-way on his side of the bed, he doesn't seem to mind, crawling in behind you to pull your body flush against his.
the familiar heaviness of his arm over your waist is comforting, but your desire to nestle down for another nap is a shame you struggle to fight off.
his nose strokes back and forth across your shoulder, like he's thinking until he finally mumbles, "'s'wrong with you?"
you don't know. you've just been feeling — down lately. a want for some isolation and too weary to keep up conversation. now guilty, that you've made him skip out on work because you couldn't get the hell out of bed.
you're going to cry again and so you turn into him, pressing your frown and hot tears into the fabric of his tank top. "i don't know," you choke, "i'm sorry i made you—"
"god, stop," he grunts, resting his forehead in your hair, his lips near your temple where your headache is throbbing. "don't apologize to me." you're frowning too deep to speak, so you just nod. the flex of muscle in his arm is obvious against your back, hands probably fists now, as he tightens his hold on you. pulling you so close that your cheeks squish. "what—" he cuts himself off with another sigh, tucking his head down so he's almost completely encapsulating you.
trying, you think, to be what you need even if he doesn't know what that is.
katsuki thinks in solution, what he needs to do next to prevent something from happening again. whether it's work related or something tumultuous rocking your relationship, he's always been so progressive, so now what?
but you don't know what you need, either.
"i don't know," you sigh, wiggling until he pulls back so that you can look at each other. "i just don't feel like myself, i guess."
he uses the pad of one thumb to wipe at your wet face, a little roughly, and when you sniff, his nose crinkles meanly. "snot-nose."
"hey," you whine, reaching between you to jab at his ribs until he squirms, ticklish even if he won't admit it. a fat kiss is planted on your forehead and you give him a small, sincere smile, even if your head still aches.
"come eat with me," he commands lightly, rubbing a hand across your stomach, resting on your ribs when you stretch and your shirt shifts up your body.
"and then we can take a bath?" you grin at him, poking at his cheeks as they warm just a bit, though he's quick to bite you, trapping your finger gently between his teeth until you can tug it away.
"yeah," he says, pressing his nose against yours, "because you stink,"
"katsuki!" you squeal, swatting him when he laughs into your neck. "you're not supposed to bully me when i'm sad!"
he simply hums, staying curled into you, stroking his thumb across your skin. "don't turn the sound off on your phone when you're home." when you mumble out a apologetic agreement, he pulls back to look at you, face light and teasing. katsuki doesn't always play with you like this, doesn't always have the energy, but he's doing his best now.
trying, to be what you need.
he squishes your cheeks in his hand until your lips are puckered. "and if you don't wanna get outta bed, then i'll drag you everywhere."
"will you stuff me in your clothes so that i can just go wherever you go?"
he snorts, shaking his head like that's the silliest thing he's ever heard — but he sighs and eventually nods. "yeah, deal."
you smile at him, even if he stinks, too. "deal."
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quipxotic · 1 month
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C3e85 spoilers below:
So, now that we know Evon Hytroga is a member of the Ruby Vanguard (A realization that is still as flabbergasting to me today as it was on Thursday - they really will take just anyone, won't they?), does this increase the likelihood Jiana Hexum is a member as well?
As soon as we learned she and Armand Treshi were smuggling things for Paragon's Call, I assumed she was a member of one of the two groups. But it would be funny if she wasn't and she just got played by them. Boy, if that's the case, you know she is PISSED. But if she is a member, has she passed what she knows about Ashton up the chain of command? For that matter, what does she really know about Ashton?
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m1d-45 · 7 months
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rain or shine
summary: you aren’t feeling the best, but luckily for you inazuma’s resident “fixer” is here to do away with your ailments
word count: 1.1k
-> warnings: mentions of nausea, reader doesn’t eat much due to said nausea, dw thoma has you covered though
-> gn reader (you/yours)
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr
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you were having a bad day. plain and simple.
it started yesterday, when you had to stay up late to complete some last minute forms. the estate needed supplies a bit sooner than typical, but you didn’t mind the extra time it took. rain kept you company, a light sprinkle that quickly turned heavy, though thankfully with no lightning. it seemed the shogun was in a better mood today.
you woke up tired, with rolling nausea and a fierce headache. had you caught something? you hoped not, as you were planning on being productive today. a painkiller and a swig of water mostly did away with the headache, but the nausea refused to leave. you couldn’t even properly enjoy your breakfast, only getting through half of it before giving up. maybe you’d have it for lunch? that would save you some time and trouble later…
that was your first mistake. if anything, it only caused more trouble as the day stretched on. you went to the garden with a folder in hand, passing it off to a group of staff waiting by the gates. it was their list of things to pick up, and a lengthy one at that. the party was larger than typical to account for this, but when you were asked to join them, you couldn’t help but agree. they could use the help, right?
your second mistake. the trip was to bring back various supplies—silks, ingredients, toiletries and the like—from inazuma city back to the estate. it was a routine operation, one that you would normally be able to complete easily, except for the fact that it had rained the night before. mud stuck to your shoes, the unusually humid air clinging to your skin. your half-breakfast didn’t help, and your headache was beginning to return again. halfway through, when your crew took a break, you couldn’t stomach anything more than a few sips of water. by the time the final crate was carried back to the estate, you were far past lightheaded, breath coming in thin pants. a few of your fellow workers stopped to check on you—“hey, you should sit down” “what’s wrong?” “here, have some of my water”—but you waved all of them off. you were supposed to help, not worry them. you did have to promise to take a break before they’d let you leave, and though you were grateful for their concern, you did feel a little bitter.
all of this was your own fault, after all. why should you make them worried over something easily preventable?
you walked to your room with a hand on the wall for balance, blessedly not running into anyone. you weren’t sure how you’d explain yourself in you ran into lady ayaka- or worse, thoma. it wasn’t that you’d get in trouble, certainly not, but you were too ill for whatever food or drink they’d offer, and you didn’t feel like distracting either of them from their jobs. thoma especially so, since you knew he’d have a hard time focusing on his work if he saw you like this. it would normally be endearing, but today was everything but normal.
you pushed open the door to your room, pushing it closed behind you without stopping to lock it. the estate had the highest security in inazuma second only to the tenshukaku itself, and you honestly couldn’t be bothered. it’s not like staff were in the habit of snooping through each others rooms, and the extra effort was hardly worth it right now.
your sheets were blessedly cool as you fell onto your bed, barely putting in effort to arrange yourself on it. you’re… just taking a break. that’s all. just resting, and then you’ll get up and do all those things you were supposed to.
after all, it would be irresponsible of you not to, right?
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you wake up to something cold dripping down your face, though your room was still dark. at least no one was here, then… but what was on your forehead?
you struggled to open your eyes, barely making out anything. you could tell someone had closed your door since no light was coming through, but who?
a gentle hand on your shoulder stopped you from getting up, the cold whatever—cloth, maybe?—on your forehead shifting as you did. “stay, you’re alright.”
you let your eyes close. you should have seen this coming, in truth.
“…thoma?”
“i’m right here.” his hand moved up and you could feel his gloves on your cheek as he wiped something away. “and don’t worry, all of my duties were finished while you’ve been asleep. i’m all yours.”
well, at least you weren’t disturbing him. small wins. “what are you doing here?”
“you have a fever,” he said simply. “you likely just caught a small bug and overworked yourself. don’t worry, it should be gone within a day or so.”
you’d been hoping you weren’t sick, that maybe it was the heat of the humidity making you feel ill. then again, you’d also hoped not to fall asleep, so…
thoma took the cloth from your head, and you hear small splashes and the trickle of water. “furata tells me you went out this morning with the other staff.” he places it back on your forehead, wiping away any droplets that spill before they reach your ears or eyes. it’s much cooler now, and you worry about how long he’s been sitting here. “she also says you looked quite tired before you left.”
“thoma-“
“i’m not upset.” as if to prove it, he takes one of your hands in his, squeezing once. “but i am worried. can you tell me why you went with them if you weren’t feeling well?”
“i just wanted to help.”
“i understand that, but you need to put yourself first, love. you can’t help others if you don’t first help yourself.” he removed the towel and put the back of his hand to your cheek, humming, then both were gone. “do you think you could eat something?”
you opened your eyes properly, taking stock of your body and room. he’d propped his vision on your nightstand as his source of light, and though it was small it still stung, your eyes slightly watering. but the rest had been good for you, and your head hurt a little less than it did before. “maybe.”
he smiled, lifting your hand to press a kiss to the back of it. “i can work with maybe. how does soup sound?”
“lovely.”
“perfect.” he lets go of your hand and moves it behind your back, the other hooking under your legs.
“thoma, you-“
“don’t have to, i know.” effortlessly, you’re lifted into the air, greeted with a kiss to your cheek. “but i like taking care of you. now, what kind of tea would you like with your meal?”
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year
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On the topic of hormones, I love trans men, transmasculine people, abinary, multigender people, or whomever else who takes estrogen and trans women, transfeminine, abinary, multigender people, or whomever else who takes testosterone.
There is no "right" way to transition. You don't have to be a perfectly binary, gender conforming trans person in order to take hormones. We all have different levels of estrogen and testosterone, and that means women and nonbinary people don't have to have estrogen-dominant systems and men and nonbinary people don't have to have testosterone-dominant systems. Do what sparks joy and if it's shit, hit the bricks!
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