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iceman-maverick · 6 months

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(temporary) amnesia/"I don't understand what that means."

“I don’t understand what that means,” Ice blinks.

Maverick drops his head to hands and begins to say the alphabet backwards in his head to keep himself from throwing the damn clipboard out the window.

“Ice,” Maverick tries again, “It’s a consent form. You have to sign it so that I can take you home,”

Ice nods, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyebrows scrunch as he re-reads the papers in front of him for now the third time since the nurse began the discharge process.

Maverick can't find it in himself to be too put out, though. The bandage around Ice’s forehead must be bothering him since his fingers keep inching their way up to pull at it as he reads. Maverick, unwilling to stare at Ice in discomfort any longer, stands and crosses the distance between his chair and Ice’s bed.

Why they’d require a temporary amnesiac to fill out medical forms, Maverick does not know. But what he does know is that Ice is exhausted, likely in far more pain than he’s letting on, and that hospitals give Mav the creeps.

All compelling reasons to get this show on the road.

“Here,” Mav says, sitting down on the bed’s edge and plucking the clipboard from Ice's hands, “What are you confused about?”

Ice has done a good job filling it out so far - no small feat given the massive concussion and head wound he earned himself this morning by accidentally smashing the edge of his car door into his forehead. Maverick had nearly had a heart attack when he found him crumpled in the garage in a pool of blood. So much for beating the morning traffic.

Ice has spelt his name correctly, has the right address, and even marked down the correct pharmacy around the block from their house. Mav squints his eyes - a perfect mirror of Ice before - as he combs through the forms to find the hold up.

Ice huffs and points to the bottom section of the second to last page in the packet. It reads: Caregiver Consent Form. It’s a check list of the basics - caution when using ovens and other hot surfaces, no operating heavy machinery (Mav’s assuming that would include an F-14), and recommendations to lock up hazardous materials out of sight of the patient.

Ice, clearly running low on patience and eager to get out of the bustling ER, draws his finger over the large paragraph of legal jargon that has Maverick’s eyes swimming. Ice points out Maverick’s legal name as Ice's designated caregiver and then taps on the portion of the form left blank: Relationship to patient.

He looks back to Maverick, eyes wide, and asks, “What am I supposed to put here?”

Maverick blinks at the form. Relationship. Huh.

They’ve been living together for the better part of two years now with Ice having moved in once he joined Maverick back at Top Gun. And they’ve been um, well, together for pretty much just as long. They never talked about labels but it’s been exclusive since the start and Ice has been wearing Mav’s dog tags since January.

Maverick doesn’t have the slightest idea what that makes them but friends sure as hell doesn’t fit. He smirks a bit, and peers around their section of the ER to make sure nobody’s looking. The ER is in total chaos anyways - nurses scrambling, children screaming, and what looks to be a fist fight soon to be erupt between two elderly women fighting over the lone issue of People Magazine.

Maverick leans in and presses a quick kiss to Ice’s cheek, and then takes advantage of Ice's poor, frazzled state to snatch the pen from Ice’s grasp. Maverick delights in the flush that colors Ice's cheeks, and then he begins to write. Ice recovers from his shock quickly, sputters once he reads what Maverick's writing, and then shoves at Maverick’s arm.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Ice whispers furiously as Mav breaks out into giggles.

“Alright, alright, calm down,” Mav laughs as he scratches out his now aborted attempt at Boyfriend. He instead opts for the safer Roomate. “It’s a Civvy hospital, nobody would’ve found out,”

“You’re an idiot,” Ice huffs fondly, shoving again at Mav’s arm. Ice quickly glances around the place and decides that the cost is clear. Or maybe it's the pain killers dulling his judgement. Either way, Ice drags his fingers lightly down Maverick’s forearm and then intertwines their fingers.

“Take me home,” Ice whispers. He squeezes once, Maverick squeezes back twice.

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ask-games-from-a-weird-girl · 6 months

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New fic ask game!

Reblog this and let people in your ask box mimic your fics by writing a mini drabble that is 5 sentences or less

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bella-caecilia · 1 month

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I wish you would write a fic where... Cora and Robert would've had their son.

Yes! We were robbed! I don't know if I'll ever commit to this weighty storyline but here is a tidbit of how it could look <3

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His hands clasped behind his back, Robert squeezed his fingers and let his gaze flit over the rainy garden behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. His mind was turning over the words of the latest letter from the war office. These letters were his invaluable connection to the front. He wasn't there himself; he had other duties to attend to. But at least he was being kept informed.

"Robert, darling. Do you want another cup of tea?" Her voice was soft but it pierced through his thoughts sharper than any scream could have. Her fragile tenderness was such a harsh contrast to the content of his thoughts. He suspected there was more she wanted to say from the open tone of her question. But upon turning around, he registered Carson and believed that her concern was too intimate to call across the room.

He left the rain-streaked window and took the tea Carson had silently poured him. He went to stand next to an empty settee and avoided looking at Cora. On his mind was the war. He didn't want mix these images with the vision of his wife, rosy and soft and naive.

Robert held on to the saucer and the silver spoon and felt no interest in the tea whatsoever. The same words went round and round in his mind. Germany is advancing on all fronts. Reading the letters from the war office felt increasingly like a fever dream. And he wanted to put an end to it himself.

"Oh, look who is there!" Cora's cooing caught his attention in an instant once again. Robert's head shot up and he took in Nanny in the doorway with the little master on her hip. A serene calm seized Robert's mind. Finally. Arthur managed to achieve this better than anyone else.

Robert watched Nanny walk over to where Cora was seated and place the little master on his mother's lap.

"Thank you, Nanny. I will ring for you when you can pick him up again."

Nanny bowed out. Robert lifted the teacup to his lips and followed Cora's gentle gestures with his eyes. She patted little Arthur's white gown and adjusted the ruffles on his tiny shoulders. His arms were so short, his little fists so easily disappeared in Cora's palm, his feet didn't reach his mother's knees. Robert was once again in shock at how miniature everything on Arthur was. Though, he was an infant after all.

Cora lowered her lips to the crown of Arthur's head. Robert watched the scene with a moved tug in his chest. What a gift. His eyes didn't leave the innocent, embracing duo as he approached them. He discarded his teacup on a tray and carefully sat down on the other end of Cora's settee. Their eyes met for a second before they both observed their son who had taken hold of Cora's pearl necklace and purred quietly in full concentration, studying the accessory.

"Careful, dear chap," Robert said softly. "That's a favourite of your mother's."

Cora kissed the infant's dark hair again. "It's alright. I like to share it," she hummed.

Robert was enraptured by the gentle display of mother and son. He lifted his hand to his wife's face and tentatively brushed the back of his forefinger over her incredibly soft cheek. She acknowledged him with a fond, even smitten smile.

Robert was reassured that his duty here at home wasn't any less important than supporting the war. It was very different but a single look at his wife and their infant son confirmed his responsibility and the rightfulness of his staying.

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(Funny enough, I just started working on an old WIP again that's kind of fitting the brief and kind of not... Well, it's basically an angsty s1 pregnancy AU with a twist. But more about this when I've finished this ficlet :) )

I wish you would write a fic where...

#thank you so much for the ask <3 #fic ask game #cobert #cobert fanfiction #robert crawley #cora crawley #s2 #downton abbey fanfiction #downton abbey season 2

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pikablob · 23 days

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In Your Arms, I Find Home for the fic game?

"Can I ask you something?" she questioned softly, still watching the sunlight filter through soft brown curls; the morning made everything soft, fuzzed at the edges. "Mhmm." Pearl grunted her response straight into the pillow, and suddenly the earnestness came up easy. "What made you want to stay?" The first time the Woman in Red stays over, and the morning after.

My mind immediately went to Pearlgem and this felt like one of those fics where the best summary is just an excerpt >:3

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argyleheir · 18 days

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Last sentence tag game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks for the tag @beevean!

Jonathan watches the dark shape of Castle Dracula retreat in the rearview and thinks: I did it—I got out.

20 tags seems like a lot! Low key @ to @nightmarist @rabbit-exe @tigerballoons @spudodell @renaultphile @udaberriwrites @grimgrinningghost456 @mildredmost and anyone else who wants to play 🖤

#narrator: he was not out #my fic #my wip #fic ask game

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missgryffin · 3 months

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☰ send a fic and an unrelated trope and I’ll remix it

vindicated & amnesia 🥰

so anon chose violence today 😭

2k answer below the cut (obviously Vindicated spoilers ahead)

(ask from this list!)

🎶 have I known you twenty seconds, or twenty years? 🎶

About a year out from Hogwarts, James disappears on a mission, is found severely injured, and is ultimately taken, unconscious, to St. Mungo's. When he wakes up, he doesn't remember anything. The Healers don't know if his memory loss is due to head trauma or magic, or some combination of the two. But he's been in such a deep, dark grief over the loss of Lily that those closest to him think it best to let this be a fresh start/new life for him, and so they don't investigate his memory loss further. He continues working for the Order, getting back on his feet and back up to speed with magic with the help of Sirius, Remus, and Peter, and ultimately works his way back to being important enough as a leader that Dumbledore sends him as part of the delegation to America to seek MACUSA's aid.

He also, in this new lease on life, has found romance with a young woman named Emmeline Vance. They were connected through the Order, and though Emmeline had gone to Hogwarts, she was two years older than James and in Ravenclaw, so their paths hadn't really crossed in school anyway. Emmeline had gone to work at the Ministry after school, and was recruited to join the Order after the disastrous mission that left James injured, so she doesn't know much about James's life "before." James's closest friends don't talk about Lily much around James; they've alluded that he had a "bad breakup" after school, but have tried to downplay it so that he can move on without dwelling on it, and so this is the gist that Emmeline knows as well.

When Lily sees him in the Octagon Office, she's still practically brought to her knees, but James doesn't recognize her at all. She's so confused and convinced he's just ignoring her or playing some retributive game. So she slips him a note asking to meet that night to discuss some aspects of the intel that are more top secret, knowing that James wouldn't be able to turn that down even if he was trying to avoid her.

They meet at the Blind Pig and James is so earnestly asking about the intel that Lily's like "ok wait…do you really not know who I am?" James is politely puzzled, like "Er…no? Should I?" And the shock on Lily's face must clue him in, because he tells her, "I, um, actually had a bad accident a few years ago. An order mission. I don't remember what happened. I don't remember anything. I just woke up in St. Mungo's…" Lily's internally panicking and doesn't know what he has or hasn't been told, so she just says, "Oh, we were in Gryffindor together, same year at Hogwarts" and he's like "Oh cool. So you're in America now?" And they kind of make small talk for a bit? Because Lily can't tell him everything. And in the course of their small talk about her life and his life back home, he of course casually mentions his girlfriend. Lily's heart drops. She's barely able to keep up polite conversation, but she manages. Then she's like "well we should probably head out, get rested for tomorrow." And he's like "what about the intel?" And she gets all flustered and has to admit that that was a ruse to get him to meet her because she was convinced that he was playing games with her by not recognizing her. And James is frowning, like "Why would I do that?" And Lily's like shit shit shit in her head and covers it up with, "We, er, didn't always get on at school? Kind of an up and down thing. And it didn't exactly leave on on good terms when I, erm, left for America." James still seems like he's processing this all, and they leave through the alleyways. But before she leaves he grabs her arm ("Wait—") and is chewing his lip before he asks, "Were we…?" Lily swallows hard. "A…a bit, yeah. At school." "Oh." "But it was a long time ago." "Okay." And they part ways.

On the boat, the first day's planning sessions go normally. Lily tries to avoid James as best she can because it's too painful, but seeing him in action, she's confronted with the James she knew and fell in love with, even if he doesn't know it. Late at night, she can't sleep, and so she wanders up on deck with some tea. James is already there, bracing against the railing and just watching the ocean. He spots her over his shoulder. "Sorry," Lily says. "I didn't mean to disturb you." "No, you're not at all, I just…couldn't sleep." "Me either." They slip into a surprisingly deep conversation. James is trying to process a lot of information. Tells her, "I just have this nagging feeling…and I don't know what it is, or what it means. But I feel like I should remember, and I don't. And I feel like other people know, but they're not telling me. I can just…see it in their eyes, you know? There's more than they're saying. More than you're saying. Something happened at school, I just know it, and no one's telling me what it is." It feels like her heart's being ripped out of her chest. "Maybe…if something did happen…people think it's for the best not to remember?" James scoffs, looking back out at the ocean. "It's my life. My memories. I should decide if I want to forget them or not." They've drifted closer together, and when a hard wave rocks the boat, James catches her against him. They have an eye-lock moment, and Lily wants more than anything to kiss him, but she doesn't and goes to bed.

The second day, Lily feels James's eyes on her more. There's the start of a strange, sizzling tension that she's trying to push away. That evening, a small group is having a nightcap. Ruby's asking James about his girlfriend. He's seeming a little awkward, keeps glancing at Lily as he answers. Ruby's cooing over his relationship and like, "Aww, love isn't dead after all." When James is like "Huh?" Ruby's like "Well, I've been jaded by the awful dating scene in New York, and Lily's been hung up on some ex guy for years—"

James immediately looks at Lily; she's mortified and makes an excuse to run away to her room. James follows her, they're standing on opposite sides of the door as James is like "Lily…" but she cuts him off. "Don't." "Can we please talk?" "You should go." "Was that me? Your ex Ruby was referring to?" Lily doesn't answer, and in the waiting silence, Ken comes down. They're running into the fringes of a huge storm, and they need all hands on deck.

After the danger of the storm has passed, they reassemble as a group. James is drenched in ocean; Lily's drenched in sweat, stripped down to a sports bra and covered in soot. They're eye-fucking the shit out of each other. But nothing transpires, and Lily cleans up in her en suite before getting some sleep.

Tension only seems to build on the third day, and reality settles in as they all realize the gravity of what lies very soon ahead of them. James comes to Lily's room that night. It starts off arguing because Lily's trying to push him away, but James is like, "This is what you meant, isn't it? Up and down? You and me? Just like this?" She doesn't want to answer, James is reaching a breaking point, like, "Just fucking tell me." They're so close their chests are practically touching, and he lowers his voice. "It's bad enough, seeing you every day, feeling so many things I'm not supposed to fucking feel —" She can't help herself. "Like what? What do you feel?" His eyes are wild. "I wanted to rip those clothes off you last night," he admits. "I can't keep my eyes off you. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop…fucking wanting you. But all of it also feels…familiar, somehow." He tucks her hair behind her ear. "Like we've done this before."

Her tears bead over. "We have," she whispers. "Many...many times." He cups her cheeks. "We could die tomorrow." A shuddering breath. "We could." His nose nudges along hers. "I really don't want to die not remembering twenty years of my life." Lily breathes, "Emmeline…" but James gives a slight shake of his head. "What I do trying to get my memories back — get my life back — is on my conscience, not yours." More tears come. "But it is," she protests. "What I did…James, I'm what they don't want you to remember." "I don't understand." Lily cups his face. "You're not supposed to," she tells him, crying. "You're supposed to move on." For a long moment, they study each other; she can tell he's thinking. Then he mutters, "That's bullshit," and kisses her.

It's home. It's sweet, warm fire. It's giddy first times and insatiable desire. One kiss turns into long, deep kisses, turns into hands all over each other, turns into a night of giving in to each other. He's so different but also still the same, and she thinks he's feeling the same thing, even though he can't understand it like she can.

"Whatever you did," he mumbles into her neck while they're naked, entwined, coming down. "I forgive you." Lily's cry-laughing. "That's not how it works, James." "Sure it is." He cradles her head, gazes into her eyes. "If I don't make it out tomorrow—" "James—" "I forgive you."

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The mission happens the same, only Emmeline is there at the start, and Lily looks away from them embracing after she sees Emmeline go in for a kiss. That's when she talks to the Marauders.

James doesn't remember school year drama with Snape, but there's been enough adult bad tension since that he still hates him. Lily saves James's life. Dumbledore explains about Horcruxes. Lily agrees to start this quest of finding them. And then Emmeline bursts through the door, flooded with relief at seeing James alive. "I heard —" They embrace, and Lily feels sick. James tells Emmeline, "I still have to take care of a few things. I'll come by after, yeah?"

On Dumbledore's orders, he takes Lily to a safe house Dumbledore owns that's currently unoccupied, a little cottage in a village called Godric's Hollow, not far from the Potters' estate, which is currently being used as Order Headquarters and which is where the Marauders live. Lily wants to be in his arms more than anything, but she feels guilty and dirty over what they did and how he doesn't remember the truth of all that transpired between them. James is very firm as he says, "I'm going to tell her what happened. And then I'm going to figure out how to get my memories back."

Lily knows there's no stopping him once he's set his mind to something, but she's also terrified: "You might hate me." Sirius shows up. "I had a feeling something was going on." James is angry at Sirius for keeping stuff from him. The arguing escalates. Lily's like, "James, once you go down this path, there's no going back. You have a life now, a happy life. You don't have all the pain I caused—"

"I WANT THE PAIN!" he shouts at both of them. "I can't keep living a life not feeling like it's truly mine. I'm missing twenty years. Twenty." His gaze lands on Lily, blazing. "And after what you made me feel within a matter of fucking days…I can't go back. I can't pretend."

James and Sirius leave, Lily's an emotional mess, and that's where we end? Except then there's more, like a sequel or a part 2, wherein they all live in the fallout while searching for Horcruxes. Lily has to repair her relationships with the Marauders. James has a messy breakup with Emmeline. They don't know who the mole was. James and Lily are struggling to stay away from each other (cue lots of cozy but slightly forbidden feeling Godric's Hollow sex). Lily and the Marauders are trying to research Horcruxes while also figure out how to get James his memories back. He ultimately does but it results in Jily taking a break—

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hypnoneghoul · 3 months

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For the AU pairing:

Swiss Alps bc I know they’re yours

On a road trip

RAHHHHH THEM YEAH I LOVE THEM THANK U

"This tree looks like you," Swiss pointed at yet another tree that was just... a tree.

"It does not, my love," Mountain sighed, shaking his head, but there was a soft smile on his face.

"Sure it does," the multi ghoul giggled, mischievous intention obvious in his eyes. "It even has that low branch sticking out of it all big and hard..."

#heheheh dick joke #i love them #hypnone's asks #fic ask game #swissalps

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jedi-nurse · 4 months

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Ok so I have this incredibly insane Sabezra au planned out but not written. It is almost a Hallmark movie.

Ok so it is unofficially dubbed the Cowboy AU.

Ezra is a small town vet and also works at the bar that is run by Kanan and Hera. The bar is also a cafe that Hera runs. Jacen is there too. Ezra was adopted by them after his parent's died. Chopper is a fat orange cat.

Sabine is a disgraced former rodeo star who runs away from home after "the incident". She starts working at the stable that is owned by Zeb and Kallus. Zeb also works at the bar.

The stable is actually an equestrian therapy place and there is a whole side plot about that.

Anywho that's the basics 😅

Thanks for the ask!

#star wars #star wars rebels #ezra bridger #sabine wren #sabezra #fic ask game

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vi-enti · 10 months

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fic ask game DOES look fun...... maybe 🛳️, 😭 or 💖?

i did an extensive dive of my many ao3 bookmarks for this 🫡 sorry it took so long!

🛳️ A fic that brought you aboard a new ship

- A Different Dream by lady_ragnell! i am a big Merlin/Arthur fan (can you watch bbc’s merlin and NOT be?) but this came across my feed and i loved it so much. Merlin/Morgana kinda goes hard (she deserved better!) arranged/forced marriage trope kinda gets me ngl

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

- the first thing that comes to mind is an unreleased fic 🪱 by @hajihiko and i WILL be talking about it when it comes out. but for now: Iridescence by Milieu. god. GOD. it’s a lovecraftian horror stardew valley fic and it ripped my heart out not bc of the sad feels but bc of the horror. the underlying dread in every word. the knowledge that they’re doomed and you have to live with that knowledge. i sobbed. and then i sobbed again thinking about it later. it lives in your soul

💖 A drabble that made you want 100K more words

- Let Me In by GrossShapes! it’s technically komahina but to me personally it’s about a budding strong friendship between nagito, fuyuhiko, and kazuichi. give me more of that expand on that please let my boy have FRIENDS. every fic ever is like “nagito’s only relationship is hajime everyone else is just tolerant of him” WHY. love when a fic isn’t that so pls gimme more

#woooooo!!!!! this took so long lmao #i kept getting distracted re-reading fics #this was so fun tho!!! i love talking #moon babbles #ask #anon #fic ask game

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iceman-maverick · 6 months

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Let's goooooooo :DDDDDD Trope: secretly magic. "I need you to shut your eyes for a second."

“I need you to shut your eyes for a second,” Ice said, hoping for casual and missing it by a mile.

“Absolutely not,” Maverick said, arms crossed.

Ice sighed loudly, bringing his fingers up to run through his hair quickly as he looked to the clock above the lockers. They were due in Viper’s office in a little under 15 minutes, and he was starving. Ice figured he’d be able to get in a quick feed to hold him over, if he hurried. If Maverick cooperated.

“Mav, seriously I just need a sec-”

“Ice,” Maverick snapped, “We’ve been doing…” He waved his hand out between them, “this for months now. You don’t have to keep hiding them,”

Ice frowned and let out a low whine - hunger tended to make him needy these days, much to Maverick’s amusement. Ice lifted his eyes to the ceiling and rested his back against the lockers, trying to will his beating heart to settle as Maverick crowded against him.

It was a testament to Ice’s need that he didn’t even have the blood flow to blush as Maverick quickly unbuttoned his own collar and presented his neck to Ice.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Maverick said, arms coming up to hold at Ice’s shoulders “Let me see ‘em,”

Ice screwed his eyes shut as he let his fangs drop.

“Fucking beautiful,” Maverick whispered.

Ice whined again, and then moved forward to latch onto the tender flesh of Maverick's neck.

The first gush of blood was always a headrush, and Ice delighted in the steady flow of Mav’s sweet blood. He groaned into Mav's neck and then dropped his hands to Mav's waist, quickly flipping them so that Mav was pushed up against the locker. The angle was better, and that way Ice could at least try to keep Mav still as he became delirious.

Try being the operative word.

Mav gasped, clutching at Ice’s shoulder, squirming against Ice's hold to get some friction on the rapidly rising tent in his khakis and mumbling a seemingly endless string of praise as Ice fed.

Ice let go once he felt the blush begin to creep up his neck.

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vampire ice nation, STAND UP! (looking at you @lightsabersandpens)

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