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s0fter-sin · 4 months

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soap and ghost, after months of flirting, of having each other’s backs and saving each other’s lives, of knowing the other better than they know themselves, finally getting together

ghost letting himself free fall onto the bed, soap following, always following his lead. they barely pull apart enough to get their shirts over their heads, hands running over muscles and scars and holding close

soap kisses every new scar that’s revealed to him, from the thick keloid divot over his ribs from some kind of puncture to the innumerable slashes and stitch wounds holding his torso together until he’s mouthing over his collarbones; the tips of his fingers lightly caressing the edges of his mask

ghost who’s been so quiet, so overwhelmed by soap’s touch that all he can do is sink into him, panting gasping breaths, finally pushes out, “don’t ask me. please…”

soap freezes, mouth hovering over his skin. “ghost…?”

ghost’s face is tilted away, eyes held so tightly shut they tremor while the rest of his body stays lax beneath his. desperate. resigned. “please don’t ask me, johnny.”

soap lets his hand fall from the mask, coming to run soothing circles over his clothed hip. “why?”

“because i’ll say yes,” he confesses and it’s great and terrible; a warning and a relinquishment laid at soap’s feet. “i’ll always say yes to you.”

for a long moment, there’s nothing but their shared breaths, nothing but their hearts beating for the other. until soap finally leans down to press a kiss to the corner of his hidden mouth; his lips meeting faint raised scar tissue he might never see

“i’ll never ask.”

ghost’s eyes drift open and they catch on soap’s; on a sea of promise and fierce protection

“i swear… i’ll never ask, ghost.”

#ghost who would take off his mask for johnny in a heartbeat and soap who would never let him take it off for anything but himself my belove #they proceed to have the softest most tender sex youve ever seen #im talking missionary chest to chest arms and legs wrapped so tightly all they can is rock #just god the love and the trust and the understanding #ghost knows hes not ready knows he would be violently uncomfortable the entire time #but would still put himself through it if thats what johnny wanted #and soap who would never ask him to sacrifice his comfort for something as insignificant as his own wants #like he would ever see that as a worthy reason #like he could ever find happiness in it knowing ghost was uncomfortable #he’ll spend the rest of his life showing ghost he doesnt need to compromise his comfort or his coping mechanisms for him #coming out of my cage and ive been soing just fine.txt #john soap mactavish #soap cod #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #ghost x soap #we’re a team. ghost team #save post

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haunted-xander · 7 months

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So. Fatebreaker, right? Ryne's biggest fears made manifest, daddy issues personified, yes?

He's an amalgamation of Thancred and Ran'jit, his face, his voice and his weapon is Thancred's, but his body, his fighting style and his words are Ran'jit's.

Throughout the fight Fatebreaker constantly makes comments about how only he can protect Ryne, only he can provide for her, only he has even the right to so much as stand beside her, to be in her general presence. He's possessive and obsessive, repeatedly asserting that she is HIS and his only. Which is exactly what Ran'jit says basically every time we encounter him.

But this time it's in Thancred's voice. This time it's with the voice and face of a man she actually cares about.

Ryne isn't scared of Thancred, she never has been. Even when she first met him she was barely even nervous (as clearly shown in Thancred's short story). There's a lot of different feelings happening between those two, but fear has never been one of them.

But now, after things have gotten so much better, she is scared of Thancred becoming like Ran'jit. Because if Thancred was just a little further gone, if he was just a little less compassionate, he would've. It wouldn't be hard for him to go down the same path as Ran'jit did, to be incapable of letting go of the ghost of that girl he loved so so much to the point he'd stubbornly grip anything close to her he could. He didn't, but the fact he could've is terrifying.

It makes his final words, words that are Thancred's, so very important. This is her deepest fears made manifest, but he still says he wants her to be happy. Her happiness not only matters, but is important to him.

#Now we -the audience- ofc knew Thancred was unlikely to go down that path #bc if theres one thing hes been consistent in even in his darkest moments its living up to his loved ones' wishes and legacies #the only time he even speaks against it is his conversation w minfilia in amh araeng #and thats more a case of all his (poorly) repressed grief and stress exploding than him actually meaning what he says #and trying to control rynes life after minfilia literally told him to just let her live her life goes directly against that #i think about fatebreaker a lot. as i do all things related to ryne & thancred #and to me its so important to note that hes more or less ran'jit with just enough thancred in him to be *too* thancred for comfort #its so. her greatest fear isnt even the thing thats been haunting her her whole life (being forced to fill in for minfilia)#its having her free will taken from her by the person she cares about the most (thancred)#and for him to be trapped in endless suffering because he cant move on #just like ran'jit did and was #its not even necessarily that shes all that scared of ran'jit himself #what shes scared about is caring about someone like that #because then she wont say no or try to be anyone but minfilia #(thats also why this fear appears specifically after things get better)#(because she was already ready to forsake herself if it eased thancred suffering)#okay im gonna stop now i need to sleep gnight everyone #ryne waters #thancred waters #ran'jit #final fantasy #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ffxiv #xander rambles #at this point i should make a tag for ryne ramble posts i make so many of them #tomorrow. maybe. if i remember #edit: i made it #xander being insane about ryne

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ljf613 · 7 months

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The question is, did Van Helsing contact Mina purely because of her friendship with Lucy, or did something in her correspondence with Lucy make him suspect that she and/or Jonathan had had some contact with the Count? Maybe she mentioned Jonathan's visit to Transylvania?

#dracula daily #dracula #thoughts #abraham van helsing #mina murray #also mina's diary entry is ADORABLE #'my husband wrote this insane sounding story #either he had some bizarre hallucinations #(probably from all that paprika hendl)#in which case i'll be there to comfort him when he needs it #OR it's all true #in which case we shall have to prepare to warn people so i'd better get my typewriter ready'#all queued up

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mymp3 · 8 months

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Aigis and Minato are like escalators.

A non-human becoming a person, a person becoming something all but. One's starting their journey at the bottom, and the other at the top. At the end of everything, Aigis is on ground level, with SEES as her newfound friends in the same boat, with the same mindset. Minato meanwhile, starts at the bottom, with everyone, all of the people, and slowly leaves until nobody can reach him anymore.

Their journey's intersect but they're not headed to the same place.

They briefly touched, but in the end, they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

#compendiumnotebook #ive been thinking about this for a while #i hope this makes sense #but Aigis who needs a person #Aigis who is a person at the end of everything #she loves life and humanity so much and she's ready to live #Minato never got to live a life he wanted but he loved everything and everyone and he's ready to go #I firmly believe that Minato's his happiest when he's dead at the end of the game #not that he's not scared #because of course he is. he's deeply scared. just also deeply depressed.#Minato sees himself as a monster. He loves humanity but they could never love him #Thats why at the end he gets to fight for something he wants to #he gets a choice #He was always going to die but he could actually choice for the first time in the entire game and that choice was provided by the monster-#-who lives and shares his soul #also if you think that him growing up like that means he's a fully adjusted person with absolutely no trauma im not sure what to tell you #that boy has complexes for days.#anyways #minato getting to become the thing he always thought he was and finds comfort in (a giant fucking Eldritch door with NINE WORKING EYES)#while being with the one thing he feels that understands him how he is (Ryoji) at the end of the game is such a happy ending for that boy #even if you say it out loud its quite possibly the saddest thing youve ever heard #but thats Minato's life baby!#persona 3 #minato arisato #aigis persona 3

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twpsyn-who · 30 days

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Today on "Another JeanMarco Soulmate AU absolutely no one asked for" I present to you -

Soulmate AU in which you stop seeing colors when your soulmate dies, the only exception being your soulmate. Now cue to Jean who just found Marco's, his best friend's, body. And you know, there's the shock of finding out Marco's dead. The pain and confusion and guilt. But there's also the revelation, because despite everything he can still see Marco like nothing took place at all- yes, half of his face is missing and his body is straight up lifeless, but Jean can still make out the color of his eye ; see that light shade of brown perfectly, remember all the times he has found himself looking at them while listening to Marco talk. He can still make out the colors of his uniform, see the same shade of black his hair has always had, practically see. Despite being dead, Marco was the only piece of color left in his life.

And there's denial for a moment because there's no way Marco was his soulmate. But that goes away fast, getting replaced by guilt. By the fact that he hasn't been there to save him, that Marco has to die all alone without anyone being there for him.

And that was worse than the simple fact that he could no longer see colors ; because Marco was there when Jean needed him, but he failed to do the same. And not only he lost his best friend that day, but his other half too.

#Anyway this fucker doesn't tell anyone about the whole soulmate thing. Not of shame of anything but because he's mourning man and also is no #One's business. Anyway the first one to find out is Armin because he notices and ever since he makes sure to mention colors as often as he #can. Like 'These flowers are a nice shade of red' or 'Green suits you well Jean! You should wear this shirt' stuff like that #Jean does appreciates it once he gets over his ego and pain and lets other people get closer to him #Funny enough Jean is the only one in that situation loool. Well I don't know about Reiner and Historia is getting there soon enough but #everyone else??? Colors everywhere man #Is both funny and sad #'Since when..?' Jean expected that question yet he wasn't truly ready to answer it. Deep down he knew he was never going to be ready for it #'Trost' his voice stains sightly while naming the city. His own city. The place he grew up in all his life. The others say nothing else #after that confession. They were all aware many has died during Trost. It wasn't that far fetched for Jean's soulmate to be some civilian #lost during the evacuations or something. But then Connie's eyes widen ever so sightly the realization sitting in. He doesn't even register #when he says 'It was Marco right?' and regrets it immediately. Jean's painful face is all the answer they needed #Also Historia ready the letter and the world losing colors while she's doing that??? Her tearing up a little but not letting herself cry #until she gets alone???? Her going to Jean once that happens and them comforting each other?????#They starts seeing colors again once Eren dies. Poor Jean is trying his best to not have a breakdown because Connie needed him more in that #moment #Reading* wtf my tags make no sens sorry guys I'm lowkey tired #aot #jean kirstein #jeanmarco #aot jean #marco bodt #marco bott #aot marco #jean kirschstein #snk #JeanMarco Soulmate AU #soulmates au #I'm not sad you are

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polarisbibliotheque · 2 years

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You're Going Home - Devil May Dance (Vergil x Reader)

After Dante's happy drunk dance with his s/o, it's time for Vergil.

Took me a little time, because I had a song for him, but then it all changed yesterday and I finally got over my writer's block ;)

So here we go...

Vergil being happy drunk and dancing around with his s/o

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Drinking wine and killing time was something you and Vergil cherished a lot - sometimes, though, the alcohol made the blue devil prone to dancing.

WARNING: Yes, there's drinking to the point of flushing and being a little too happy. If you're underage, I got my eye on you. Do what you will, but know this is rather dangerous if you're not around someone you trust ;)

Author's notes: I had a little hard time with Vergil's song, because I have this thing of "songs have colours and places/objects/feelings" - and some colours just don't go with him at all. Alas, our blue devil tends to match with songs that are terribly seductive, while our red devil matches with anything and everything, specially fiery, high energy ones. Vergil is more to the dark, velvety, deep blue ones - and I wanted this one to be happy.

Guess this is Vergil's version of happiness.

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Devil May Dance - You're Going Home

“Unlike my brother, I know when to stop.”

“Oh, I can see that.”

Vergil’s eyes narrowed while resting them on you - your lack of inflection and stale delivery made him know your words were dripping with disbelief.

He poured another cup of white wine to himself and to you. That was your third bottle on that night - differently from him, you only took sips of many bottles while Vergil drank full glasses. The effect, though, was the same on both of you - he just needed a much bigger dose to start feeling dizzy, while you needed to control yours so you both would be on the same page regarding the tingling in your hands and spinning of the world.

“Unlike your brother, you are much more serious when it comes to drinking.” You took the glass he offered you, while another bottle fell into forgetfulness. You had a feeling that one wouldn’t be the last, though. “I can never tell if the alcohol is affecting you… Although…”

But your words found draught and you decided to sip on your wine once more. Vergil’s silvery eyes kept fixated on you, watching carefully over his own glass while he drank. His eyes spoke more than his mouth – and you could see how much he expected you to continue your little phrase.

Not continuing, though, was much more interesting.

“Although…?” Vergil took his time letting the word roll out of his tongue, allowing the usual sharpness on his voice to be even more evident. His eyes, however, told you how much that conversation was entertaining him.

Teasing him in your daily life was already fun – when both of you were drinking and prone to indulge a little, it was always a lot more amusing. Vergil could see that in your eyes, and, in all honesty, it humored him.

It was the type of thing he could only enjoy with you – a kind of vulnerability you happily shared.

“There’s something about you I find terribly adorable.” You took a last sip from your glass, watching Vergil raise his eyebrows in surprise with your choice of words – after all, adorable wasn’t a term people picked to describe him. Ruthless, cruel, sadistic even – but never adorable. “Your cheeks get slightly flushed when you have a little bit too much to drink.”

Lo and behold, there was Vergil: speechless and taken aback. Dante always said you held a strange power over his brother – the power to make Vergil completely reactionless. Nero would say you could break him like a computer locked in a blue screen, and you couldn’t argue: Vergil’s expression could be best described as a complete blue screen.

Reactionless, but curiously enough, containing all the reactions of his soul at the same time.

“Well… At least I can say I’m not the only one.” It took him only a little time to recover – differently from a computer, Vergil wouldn’t freeze on that reaction forever. He kindly signaled to your own face with his glass before taking his last sip of wine, watching you intently as you laughed in delight with your rosy cheeks getting more flushed. “For you, in my respect, are all the world. Then how can it be said I am alone, when all the world is here to look on me?*”

“All in all, it’s only a midsummer night’s dream.” Your dismissive answer made Vergil smile wider and his cheeks grow in its rosy tones. You always had great answers to his literature references – even the most obscure ones. “You think the faeries are here playing with our eyes and hearts so we can see more of the adorable traits in each other and fail to control our feelings overflow?”

“I’d argue this wine was made by the faeries themselves, to induce madness and adoration in the hearts of lovers.” Vergil showed you the empty bottle of wine – making you realize how many you had consumed since you decided to share that night just spending some time together.

“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends*.” As you shrugged, Vergil could only smile with pride. “The wine does help, though.”

“Indeed.” He watched as you got up from your seat, stretching your arms above your head. You finally planted your hands on your hips, staring at him once more.

“Last one?”

“If that is what you wish, my love.” Vergil agreed with his head, feeling the tingling on his legs as he stood up. In the kitchen, he searched for the last bottle of wine that night – neither of you had drank as much as it looked like and, like he said before, Vergil indeed knew when to stop.

As he embarked on his search, you took upon yourself another task: music. It was comfortably quiet, as it usually was when you and Vergil were together, but you did love music – knowing he did as well, but had grown used to remaining in deep silence as much as he could.

With your playlist on shuffle, the first chords of the song swam through the air. As the saxophone started playing its well-known melody, you couldn’t help but to swim in those waves you loved so.

And Vergil couldn’t help but to watch as you looked so free and comfortable within yourself.

He usually would only watch, admiring as your body moved according to the music, following the notes like a siren expertly swimming through the waves of the sea. But that night was caught in the lovely mischiefs of faeries, that he had no doubt, turning all love and madness into the same thing – and getting rid of whatever walls that held delightful feelings away, Vergil found himself walking towards you.

With the sweet notes of brass, you felt his fingers intertwining with yours – Vergil following the sway of your body. You closed your eyes and smiled with delight as it was so difficult for him to have an ounce of acting upon his feelings like that.

Blessed be the faerie wine.

As soon as the lyrics started, you could hear Vergil humming its music so close to you, gradually letting himself go while you joined him in his singing. Holding your hand slightly tighter, he turned you around so you could dance facing each other.

“This city desert makes you feel so cold, it’s got so many people but it’s got no soul…” His voice quietly accompanied the lyrics of the song, making you smile brightly in your adoration: it was rare dancing with Vergil, but it was even rarer hearing him sing.

“And it’s taken you so long, to find out you were wrong when you thought it held everything.” You stepped in closer, feeling as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist – still holding your hand. Vergil was a very good dancer, much different than what Dante would lead everyone to believe. The blue devil knew where to step to gently but certainly guide your own steps, making you dance together as if it was as natural as fighting.

As always, Vergil carried an elegance that bled into you – no matter what kind of song you decided to dance to.

“You used to think that it was so easy, but you’re trying, you’re trying now.” He raised his voice with more assuredness, certain you wouldn’t mind his singing.

“Just one more year and then you’d be happy, but you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now.” You sang with your eyes swimming deep in his silvery gaze, knowing quite well how both of you understood those lyrics with your soul, not only your mind.

You didn’t really see what happened – you just felt your feet flying as Vergil guided you in a makeshift waltz across the room, overflowing his heart with gestures as he always did. You held tight on his shoulders, following his steps with certainty; the circles he described as the sound of the saxophone lulled you into dancing so freely.

For a few moments, there were just the two of you in the world. As you looked back at him, Vergil was smiling, cheeks slightly flushed as you pointed before. That was the rarest of sights: it was so difficult for him to smile genuinely, you decided to let go of yourself in his arms, seizing the movement of the song – now quietly back to its lyrics with Vergil swaying with you from side to side as the lyrics talked about a man finally settling down in a quiet little town.

“But you know he’ll always keep moving, you know he’s never gonna stop moving, ‘cause he’s rolling, he’s the rolling stone.” Vergil sang close to your ear, bringing your body closer to his and caressing your hand – he never wanted to let go.

It was clear he was speaking of himself. Vergil knew nothing about settling down – he didn’t know how to live a life humans would deem normal. His life had been all but normal. It was in his nature to move, to keep going to Hell and back, to be a constant question mark in the lives of those who wanted to be around him. It was the condition he and Dante had – as devil hunters, as sons of Sparda. It was the curse they carried; the curse of never being able to build something, to create roots and thrive. He believed his blood was meant only for fighting, only for burning, only for shedding blood.

But you had chosen that long ago.

You knew what being with him enticed – and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“When you wake up it’s a new mornin’, the sun is shinin’ it’s a new mornin’…” As you sang those words, you placed one of your hands on his sharp cheek, turning your adoration and knowing to his eyes. Vergil had to know – and he would. By those words, he would. “And you’re goin’, you’re goin’ home.”

This time your feet flew not only because of Vergil dancing freely through the house, but by having his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, taking you from the floor as he slid with you through the place you both called your home. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, laughing out loud as the guitar solo created waves and waves for you to swim together.

It didn’t matter how many times he left, you would always be there. You had told him a thousand times he would always find you, for you’d wait for him like Penelope waited for Odysseus – there was no other you could share your heart with but Vergil.

Whenever he left, whenever he woke up, whenever there was a new sun gracing the skies with its golden rays, Vergil could always be certain that, this time, he would have a home to go back to – not your house, but you.

It was the first time you ever saw him smiling so freely, humming to his heart's content, and dancing with you as nothing else mattered in the world but the music that made your hearts soar together into a new morning.

And Vergil knew when the sun entered the room, shining brightly in a new morning, you would be there by his side - and he would know he was home.

*Midsummer Night's Dream, by Shakespeare

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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Just thinking about those soft, mundane moments with Bakugou.

#you know the ones that would probably make the most boring fics? but somehow they’re so comforting #like you forget your phone in your rush to work and he drops it in to you before he starts his shift #or you forget your headphones and he brings them to you on your lunchbreak so you don’t have to sit on the train home in silence #or him turning the heating on before he leaves for his night shift so you come home to a warm house #a warm mug of tea waiting at home for you after a night out #you mention you need more space for your makeup so he goes out and buys you shelves/a cabinet #soft cuddles after a bad day while he reads a book #legs intertwined on the couch while you watch tv/play games #sitting in silence while you play the same two player switch game together #bringing you your handbag/shoes when you’re trying to get ready for an important event/gala #silly mirror selfies when you’re trying to do chores #grocery shopping together when he’s stopped by little kids every two seconds #grabbing coffee before a date in the park where he just knows your order without asking or speaking a word #<<< ORDERING FOR YOU #fixing your necklace/bracelet when it breaks #or replacing your favourite shirt when it’s broken beyond repair #just little domestic couple things🥺

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tvrningout · 20 days

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my thoughts exactly 💜

#I JUST LOVE HIM!!!!#he’s such a good egg 😭#out of all the fictional characters i’ve loved over the years #i think he’s the first i would choose to hug bc boy does he deserve and need one #he’s always supporting and comforting others!!!! who supports and comforts him!!!!!#y’all i’m not equipped to have so many feelings rn #i’m stuck in a car help #get ready to ramble | ooc

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symbioticsimplicity · 1 year

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@harrgrove Got me thinking about something I almost never see but now have a voracious craving for.

Consider, platonic soulmates Jonathan and Billy.

It would take them a hell of a lot to start talking, and even if they did, they’re both awkward as all hell so it wouldn’t be immediate like it was for Steve and Robin. It’s a little more hard won, but once they start talking, they quickly find they have so much in common it’s frankly ridiculous they haven’t talked before.

Imagine them finding they have incredibly similar outlooks and they think almost the same way. They quickly fall into that pseudo mind-reading thing, and they’re able to tell at a glance how the other is feeling even if no one else is able to see past their fronts.

Billy helps Jonathan learn to be a little more assertive where he needs to be, or if he’s around he’ll just do it for him since he has no problem sliding into that role. Jonathan helps Billy learn how to calm the hell down, how to handle the anger he lives with. They balance each other in a way neither realized they needed until it happened.

Of course, the obligatory understanding between them due to their shit dads. Something something, Billy is spiraling about it, something something Jonathan takes the first step to show vulnerability by showing him one of the scars Lonnie left on him, something something, Billy becomes fiercely protective of him while also seeing him as a safe place to be vulnerable about how badly Neil has hurt him. Jonathan helping him through the process of unlearning all the shit Neil beat into him, and in turn Jonathan feels a part of himself healing along with Billy.

Why pit them against each other when we could have this??

#stranger things #billy hargrove #jonathan byers #platonic soulmates jonathan and billy #yall have got to know i'm picturing billy having a complete breakdown in jonathan's bed at like 3:42 am #it's the first breakdown that someone actually comforts him through #and that little bit of kindness makes all the difference #jonathan gets to project a little bit too #giving someone the comfort he also wanted back then #joyce gave it to him when she could but he's the oldest he's always had to muscle through more often than not #it feels good to be able to give that to someone who needs it as bad as he did #he also gets the most dedicated friend he's ever had out of it #if billy was ready to take on the mindflayer and DIE over El being nice to him for .01 seconds #he would be unspeakably loyal to Jonathan if this happened #he'd make sure he never felt lonely or left out ever #he also strikes me as the type to quietly squirrel away details about people like favorite foods and drinks #just to bring them those things as often as possible #he'd be such a good listener too and Jonathan is usually the one in that role so it would be nice to be the one being listened to instead #listen guys I have a lot of thoughts about this

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