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ivystoryweaver · 11 months

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The Box (Fluff edition)

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Summary: You have a secret to share with Marc. A box under your bed. But he may have one too.

Paring: Marc Spector x gn!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Notables: One-shot. This story has 2 versions. This is the f l u f f version. (It also has more plot). The story starts the same, but completely changes after the divider. (dividers by saradika)

Warnings: fluff, mention of reader in danger, cursing, not beta'd

Sometimes you can know someone so well and still be completely blindsided by their secrets. But some secrets really aren't that big of a deal. Right?

Marc, your boyfriend of six months, had asked you to move in with him.

You had a shitty roommate anyway, so you were ecstatic. Plus Marc lived much closer to your job.

Some of your friends - the few who always had something to say about Marc - cautioned you that it was too soon. That you didn't know one another well enough. You calmly explained to them that you had spent practically every waking moment with him for the last 187 days. These were the friends who labeled Marc too quiet, grumpy and when they were feeling especially rude: boring or moody. (Maybe you needed new friends)

Your other friends encouraged it. They knew how crazy you were about Marc, and their opinion was that you could really get to know someone by living with them. These friends saw how Marc was protective of you - always walking you where you needed to be, always waiting for you after work. They enjoyed his rare but funny jokes, and appreciated his poker skills.

A few of them, guys and girls alike, were absolutely crazy about his American accent.

"Who knows what kind of things you'll learn about Mr. Mysterious?" Your best friend teased. That's what she liked to call Marc, even to his face. Well, she wasn't wrong.

Marc had trusted you with all manner of personal information, including the fact that he was actually a system. Just last week, before he asked you to move in, you met Steven. Marc told you Steven was his alter.

You started to wonder what Marc could even see in you. He was this complex, well-traveled, multi-lingual retired solider. And he definitely had that mysterious vibe going. Hadn't he met so many other interesting people?

His answer was that you always accepted everything he told you, as if he were completely normal. And that he loved you.

So given the fact that your relationship was solid, loving and secret-free (for the most part), why were you so nervous to tell him about your teeny tiny, little secret? It couldn't be more interesting than his background.

So why couldn't you show him your box?

Since you were a kid, you had inadvertently collected a box of...comfort items. It was kind of embarrassing. However, Marc always put his trust in you, right?

So you decided, if you were going to live with Marc and share a closet with him - it was time to either get rid of The Box (not likely) - or show it to him. You were certain he wouldn't even bat an eyelash at the items inside or the thought of you using them. He would probably be all for it.

Your favorite item was something you typically only used it when Marc was gone on a trip, or on an occasional night alone, if you had trouble sleeping.

He was coming over tonight to help you pack up your kitchen, since there was no way in hell your shitty roommate would ever help you. You had already asked him to spend the night, so the situation would lend itself to this exact conversation.

"I have to tell you something."

Marc was relaxing on your bed - one hand behind his head and the other, stretched out to hold yours. Having shed his hoodie after working up a light sweat packing your entire kitchen, his almost-too-tight t-shirt sleeves wrapped deliciously around his biceps.

Damn he was pretty.

Releasing his hand, you reached under the edge of your bed and pulled out The Box. Marc's dark eyebrows shot up while the corner of his mouth curled.

"What's in there?"

Hoping you didn't seem like the biggest weirdo, you slowly removed the lid. "I've been wanting to show you this, but...I didn't know what you would think."

Sitting up a little, he leaned over to get a peek. You slammed the lid back on The Box with a squeak.

"Come on, baby, don't stop. Please show me."

Something about that little beg made you tingle all over.

"Okay," you breathed out, finally removing the lid. "I know it'll seem like a little much but...well, just look."

Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Marc peered down into The Box, rummaging around in your secret stash.

"Iiit's...like...an emergency preparedness kit?" One eyebrow shot up questioningly.

Laughing out, you realized how it must seem. The Box contained several types and sizes of flashlights, numerous batteries, candles of various sizes, a few lighters, matches and mats and dishes to set the candles on. There were also a few packages of glow sticks. Now that he mentioned it, you surely would be prepared for a power outage.

That was the whole point!

"Who is this?" He asked, reaching for the most embarrassing item of all. "Is this like an eagle? Or a - "

"Falcon," you corrected, swallowing hard.

"Cute," Marc shrugged, squeezing the fluffy stuffed animal. "Is this what you wanted to show me?"

Slowly nodding, you watched his handsome face carefully for any judgment.

Marc's previously teasing smile eased into something warm as his fingers toyed with the furry fake feathers, and squeezed the black tip of its beak. Then he noticed something on its fuzzy, plush midsection.

"Oh, what's this?" Leaning in closer, he noticed a circle made of hard plastic.

"Push it," you instructed.

He complied and a bright light shined in his face, temporarily blinding him.

"It's a flashlight," he chuckled. "Like a stuffed falcon tummy flashlight."

You melted at how cute he was being. Noting the bird's stoic, almost stern expression, you pointed between it and Marc's forehead.

"You know, he kind of looks like you. Very serious," you teased.

"Ha ha," Marc mocked, clicking the tummy flashlight back off. "I like it."

"I've had it since I was little," you confessed. "My dad and I used to go to the Natural History Museum. He loved the birds. Still does. That's where we got it."

Marc gently smiled, listening to you speak about your dad.

"Anyway, um...see, I haven't told you this but..." chewing on your lip, you blew out a long breath. "I'm scared of the dark."

You paused, waiting for a reaction. Marc reached for your hand, nodding encouragingly.

"That's it, that's my secret," you huffed out. "I'm totally, completely, absolutely, insanely scared of the dark. Since I was a kid. Like terrified. Like...complete phobia." Nodding down at The Box, you added, "Hence...my collection."

"Shit," Marc laughed out. "That's it? I thought you were trying to tell me you were into some skin-burning cult or something. I had no idea what you were going to say, baby."

Burying your face in your hands, you realized how silly you must sound. "I know it's dumb," you mumbled through your fingers.

"It's not - lots of people don't like the dark," he sympathized. Didn't he know it? He was the protector of the travelers of the night, after all. Not that he'd had the courage to share that with you quite yet. He'd only just told you about Steven, so he was trying to give you a few days before trying to explain an ancient Egyptian deity who imbued him with power.

"I'm surprised I didn't notice it before," he added, reaching to pull your hands down so he could see your lovely face.

"Haven't you ever wondered why I sleep with my lamp on? And why at least one light is always on when we - " Licking your lips, your eyes traveled down his body, "You know..."

"I just thought you wanted to see all this," he winked, motioning to his body.

"Always," you fired back, giggling. "So...you don't think it's weird?"

Eyeing you curiously, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, moving The Box aside. "That you're scared of the dark?"

"That I sometimes sleep with a stuffed animal. Or - sometimes I have a flashlight on my bed, that just happens to be in the form of...a stuffed falcon?"

Reaching for Flashlight Falcon, Marc shrugged. "You mean this guy? Who wouldn't want to sleep with him? He's awesome."

"I only do it sometimes. When it's really stormy or you're out of town - stuff like that."

"You were actually worried about what I would think?" Shaking his head, he chuckled. "Honey, I promise you - I am the weird one here."

"Hey," you protested, grabbing Flashlight Falcon and bopping Marc on the arm with it. "Don't talk about yourself and Steven like that."

"I'm not. Believe me, Steven is the normal one here."

A comfortable silence fell between you and Marc decided he better confess about his nighttime routine as Moon Knight. After all, if you were going to share a bed, you would want to know where he went at night. He should have told you sooner. He just couldn't find the words.

But before he could, you spoke up again. "I actually learned how to live with the dark - mostly - when I went off to school," you quietly explained. "But...something happened to me, around two years ago."

Marc nodded for you to go on.

Then you told your deeper story. How you hardly left your flat after dark on purpose - not unless you were with a friend or a group. You rarely walked, budgeting for transportation, because you simply hated dark streets that much.

But one night, two years ago, you and your friend were walking home. She offered to walk you to your door, since you only lived a couple streets over from her, but you insisted you would be okay. The path from hers to yours was well lit, with plenty of pedestrians.

So you set off on a very brave journey when the exact wrong thing happened to someone like you. Out of nowhere, on a well-lit street, someone grabbed you.

"But nothing happened," you explained to Marc, who was looking rather worried. "Someone saved me. Like - like an Avenger or someone."

"You were saved by an Avenger?" He marveled, eyes wide as you told your tale.

"No, not actually. Or - at least I don't think so," you explained. "He - I mean, I think it was a 'he' - it looked like a man. Although he wasn't that tall. He was about your height, actually... Anyway, he was dressed like completely, head-to-toe in all white."

Well, shit... Marc swallowed hard, slowly nodding.

"He had like...this hood and this long cape - I didn't even think superheroes wore capes for real..." You mused. "Maybe except Thor. Or Doctor Strange. I don't know - but anyway, he pulled me out of the way, told me I was safe, beat the hell out of this asshole who grabbed me and like...it was amazing."

Blowing out a quick breath, you shuddered at the memory. "Scared the shit out of me, though. He had these glowing, white eyes. It made me feel so safe because they were kind of like these safe beacons...or - or flashlights. I immediately felt better."

Chewing on your lip in confusion, you added, "But I think they're meant to be intimidating. His eyes, I mean. And, of course, he was sort of wrapped up like a mummy? So that was freaky."

Marc had played the role of Moon Knight for years, and saved countless travelers, but never once had he heard one of his rescues explained back to him. He was a scary mummy who wasn't very tall with comforting/intimidating flashlight eyes.

The Moon Knight effect was meant to be felt by those deserving the wrath of Khonshu's vengeance. But he hadn't given a great deal of thought to his perception by victims. He typically just made sure they got out of the way and knew they were safe.

And you - lovely, wonderful you could have been hurt, but he got the chance to save you.

"Anyway, that's when I beefed up my Box," you concluded your story. "That night really freaked me out and - not only did I have my flashlights and candles, but...I actually dug through some storage items to find Flashlight Falcon."

"Babe, that is a very cool story," Marc finally responded, completely sincerely. "Well, except for the asshole grabbing you part." Gathering his courage, he knew this was his clear opening to tell you the truth.

"You know..." He picked up Flashlight Falcon and turned his tummy light back on. "There's an Egyptian god of the moon - protector of night travelers. His name is Khonshu. He's a falcon."

"Really?" You gasped. "I guess Flashlight Falcon was watching over me," you joked. "Maybe that's why that Avenger had flashlight eyes."

Marc chuckled, setting the plushie aside. Turning to gaze into your loving eyes, he squeezed your hands, hoping you would take this well.

"You know...when we met, you seemed a little familiar to me. But I couldn't ever figure out why. But now I know."

"You do?" You questioned, having a bit of trouble keeping up with his line of thought. Weren't you talking about falcons?

"Yeah. And it...it's a bigger secret than your uh - emergency preparedness kit or a stuffed flashlight."

"Okay," you slowly nodded. You had been so nervous about Marc learning of your Flashlight Falcon, but now he seemed like the unsure one.

"The Avenger who saved you isn't an Avenger," he explained, still holding onto your hands. "His name is Moon Knight. He is a guardian of the travelers of the night. His white suit is from Khonshu - the god of the moon."

Narrowing your eyes disbelievingly, you replied, "The moon god? Is a superhero?"

"Not the god...and not really a superhero, I guess, but...the white suit is Khonshu's healing armor. That's why it looks the way it does."

"How do you know all this?" You asked. "I mean...there are all sorts of sorcerers and demigods and aliens in the world nowadays, so it's not so hard to believe. But how do you know?"

Staring into your eyes, Marc granted you a hopeful smile. "Because…he’s me."

Sometimes you can know someone so well and still be completely blindsided by their secrets. But some secrets really aren't that big of a deal. Right?

Marc, your boyfriend of six months, had asked you to move in with him.

And now you knew that one falcon or another had always been watching over you.

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charliemwrites · 4 months

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LONG ASK I AM SO FUCKIN SORRY

I always think of people's tumblr accounts/discord servers as actual places, and my mind is very fantasy centered. I've been in a big writing drought and thinking of your tumblr, how tumblr works as a whole with reblogs and asks and interactions, how the discord is set up with a bunch of brain jars really got me thinking.

I see your tumblr as a quaint shop in a small town, mainly full of hand-made books and pages everywhere, with a single shelf a Jars. I combined your discord and your tumblr into one place: your shop. I figured there's so many things going on in both places, so a fitting name would be "Charlie's Trinkets" since it's not just one thing and Trinkets are fun.

Anyway here is a little writing ramble I made, it's also in my "Not A Murder Jar" section of your "Brain Jar Collection".

While resting on your journey you find a quaint shop, simply titled "Charlie's Trinkets". You decide to venture inside, not knowing what is in store for you. However, that is half the fun, isn't it?

"Welcome, traveler!" A voice from somewhere you can't see states. "Come in, feel free to have a look around."

The shop smells like a campfire, in the sense that it smells as if people have come and gone, sharing stories, thoughts, things that have mattered to them. It smells as if you walk in as a stranger, yet leave as a friend. It leaves you curious.

The shop is stacked with multiple things. Now you realize why it is named “Charlie's Trinkets”. There's paper on every table and shelf you look. Some have even been bound into books, you realize. They're quite messily put together and obviously hand-made, as if the writer had no idea these individual pages would become one giant story. Other pages are ripped; intriguing sentences half-finished and leaving you wondering. You soon come to the conclusion (after reading a few pages) that all the books- or even pages of the same book- are not written by the same person. These stories have been shared and tampered, many lines bore into time and time again, erased and rewritten until they fit.

As you look around, you find where the voice came from. In the back corner, a person is writing. They are sideways to you and are instead facing a wall full of shelves. On the shelves are an assortment of jars, varying in shape and size.

"Do you need any help? Are you looking for anything specific or just browsing?" The person asks, looking up from their page. You tell them you are just browsing, and you inquire about the shelf of jars, asking if they are for sale.

"Oh no, they are not for 'sale'." They chuckle. "These jars are no ordinary jars."

They do not explain more, which urges your mind to ask another question: what do you mean?

"Well," she- Charlie- starts, glancing at the shelf as they set their page aside, "these jars are the thoughts of many who have come into my shop. We have been friends for a while, and they wanted a place to keep track of and organize their thoughts. These jars give them a home. While these jars rest here, a person has a copy of their jar. When they have a thought they wish not to lose, they open their jar, speak into it, and their thought is kept safe here, in my shop." you take a cautious step closer, attempting to read the labels on each jar. Some are completely empty, you realize; such as "Soleil jar". Others are filled with thoughts, yet never seem to run out of space.

"You are welcome to open whichever jar you would like, but be cautious about it. It will take you inside the jar, to a different place. There is always a way out. It can be very nerve-wracking for your first time."

You find a jar on the edge of the shelf. It looks newer than the others, taller than it is round, almost touching the shelf above it. You pick it up and read the label "Not A Murder Jar". Charlie watches you with careful eyes the entire time, struggling to find the right words to say.

"You might want to choose a different jar for your first one.."

You shake your head, saying it'll do just fine.

You force open the tightly screwed lid.

Finally, you realize one detail too late:

You Should Have Listened To Charlie.

I hope you had fun reading this, I'm glad I was able to escape the dark grasp that Writing Block had on me by thinking D&D thoughts lol

Have a nice day/night!

WALTZ

I don’t even know how to begin expressing my adoration for this. It’s… it’s like a fanfiction of the community? Of me? (Is that vain? I hope not)

And oh my god it’s so ADORABLE! The brain jars, the shop, the imagery!! I could cry this is so beautiful and sweet and thoughtful. It was the most wonderful thing I could have woken up to after a rough night.

I am constantly blown away and humbled by people like you, that I’ve gotten to interact with and share thoughts and ideas and writing with. I am so lucky and grateful. I’m seriously going to cherish this forever. It means so so much to me 💕 words cannot express just… how much this has blown my mind.

Sincerely, thank you, Waltz.

#thoughts™️#waltz

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cursedvibes · 2 months

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I went on @epickiya722 blog and ranted all about how I think that the womanizer characterisation of Gojo by the fandom does not make sense. The points I gave to why this man can not even be in one relationship were:

Trust issues. Gojo does not trust a lot of people due to being the target of assassination attempt since his birth.

Self isolation. He does not feel like others truly understand him or can relate to him. So, he does not truly give himself the opportunity to be close to anyone.

I could go in more detail but I already saturated, the previous blogger ask and I do not want to trigger a hypefixation that will make me write a 2000 words essay on " Gojo got no hoes: this man has a negative rizz".

Also, I'm new to the fandom, so my interpretation could be lacking a lot of elements from the manga.

What do you think? (This is a bait for you to write a loooooooooooooooooooong answer)

I forgot to add. I don't think that most Jujutsu Sorcerers are in the mental headspace to be in a relationship with all the things they have to deal with. Maybe if it is for politics, as in getting married to someone because of their abilities and how it can be beneficial for your clan.

Well, I wouldn't really say I'm an expert on Gojo, but he's definitely not a womanizer. The only reason this is even such a popular perception of his character is because of some misinterpretation of a comment Gege made before Hidden Inventory started, where they said Gojo wears sunglasses when meeting girls/a girl (Riko). And I guess fans assume because they think Gojo is hot, he must be swimming in pussy. In canon, most people seemed to be turned off by his personality and status though. Yuuta (guy who still runs around with the replica of the girl who made a pinky swear with him in elementary school) even teases him about how ridiculous him having a significant other is. Gege said that at least when they were teenagers, Geto was the more popular one. Can't say I understand that because the guy seemed like an absolute bore and always looked down on the people he considers weak just like Gojo. Gojo was being straight-forward about it and not pretending he's a nicer person than he actually is, which I can respect much more than Geto's slimy attitude.

I agree that a big problem for Gojo is the self-isolation he puts on himself that comes with being considered The Strongest. People might be intimidated, but fundamentally there is nothing keeping him from forming close relationships with others once he knows them better. He sees himself as entirely removed from others and not even having/being the same existence.

He is the one who put himself up there and who thinks that only someone on a similar pedestal like Sukuna or previously Geto could understand him because he considers them separate from other humans and closer to himself. The label "The Strongest" is a necessity for him to think he could ever form a truly equal relationship with someone. That way he is very similar to Kashimo and Yorozu, also people who tried to teach Sukuna about love and desperately tried to relate to him because they thought he was the only person who could understand them (he doesn't and he isn't) and that way they only managed to close themselves off to people who could've actually helped them.

Vulnerability also plays into it to an extent because it's no coincidence that Gojo has his Limitless on almost constantly. The thing is, to form a real personal bond with others and have a close relationship with them, he needs to make himself vulnerable and also step down from the pedestal he put himself on to meet them at eye-level. You see that very well with how Takaba and Kenjaku's fight ended. Kenjaku also used to separate themselves from others for safety reasons, suspicion and just general habit. They craved friendship, but had trouble forming the truly equal relationship friendship requires for them. In the end, Kenjaku allowed themselves to fully engage with and get involved with Takaba and that vulnerability led to their death, but it also made them happy and as they said, was one of the best moments in their long life because it fulfilled the base wish/desire that was behind all the wild experiments and merging of people and curses and whatnot.

You could say Gojo is similar and had a similar death in that he was made vulnerable, but it wasn't so much that he stepped down from his pedestal to connect with the people who were already trying to reach him and cared about him, instead he made himself vulnerable by antagonizing someone who also stands on a different pedestal. He doesn't lower his guard, he seeks out someone who could overcome it by force. Unfortunately, that person doesn't actually care about him. If he had tried to connect more with the people already next to him, he might've been happier or more emotionally fulfilled, even if that means he would have to give up his strength or lower his defence. Instead of making children into weapons in hopes of some of them also climbing on that pedestal, he could've left his. There is pressure for him to be in that high position, no question, but he is the one who separates his existence and status as a living being from others. He would've needed to unlearn that thinking first.

All in all, the last thing you said in the second ask is most important. Sorcerers, especially the ones at Jujutsu Tech, generally just don't have romantic relationships or close relationships in general. Not the type the "womanizer Gojo" people are thinking about at least. Gege avoids talking about couples, but the only sorcerers who might be in a relationship are Kirara and Hakari and they aren't part of Jujutsu Tech anymore. Yaga is divorced and we don't know anything about the others except that most of them are very lonely and depressed. Some sorcerers, particularly those in the big clans, are married, but they don't seem that happy. Maki's parents don't look like they love each other or have any joy in their life really. So if we go by canon, no sorcerer is in a committed and/or loving relationship as far as we know (like I said even Hakari & Kirara are up in the air), which makes sense because most of them will soon die anyway. Maybe some of them have sex on the side, but probably more as coping mechanism. With how hung-up Gojo is on Geto aka the closest relationship he had in his life, I don't see Gojo being one of them. Not saying he's crying into his pillow 24/7, but getting close enough for sex with others seems difficult. Plus, ideally the other person also has to like him enough to agree to do it with him and finding someone like that isn't easy either.

tldr: I agree "Gojo got no hoes: this man has negative rizz"

#asks #jjk spoilers

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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Dating Alex Karev headcanons...

It's not a secret that Alex is a bit of a hot mess. One minute he's cold, next he's hot. It's a weird dynamic to get used to; it takes a long time for him to break those habits when around you.

You find him quite funny and you can't lie that his smile is so charming but you know that he's big into himself and won't accept any help from others so every time you think you're getting closer to him, he snaps and turns cold again.

He finds you one night after you've just lost a patient you tried your best to save. You expect him to walk away but he's the one who stays and holds you, offering quiet comfort.

"One bad day doesn't mean you're an awful surgeon. You're always gonna lose someone, death is inevitable but sometimes, just sometimes we can push death a little further backwards and save them. Sometimes. Not all the time."

After that, you and Alex become closer; a little bit at a time. You help him out with studying and help him with his reading up. He appreciates it a lot even if he doesn't vocalise it a lot.

It's a very slow burn. You think that you and Alex are just friends, you think he's pretty charming, funny and you're not blind you know that he's handsome but you never think that he'd like someone like you. Unbeknownst to you, Alex's crush forms first.

There may be a few secret kisses in stairwells, in empty rooms, in the on-call room. The two of you don't really speak about them.

It takes weeks, hell maybe even months, for the two of you to admit your feelings for each other and when you do, it's ramble-y and awkward and it ends with a teeth clashing kiss.

The two of you keep your relationship quiet for the first while because it's new and neither of you know where it's going so you keep it quiet.

Alex is coy about his feelings for you, he's never really let anyone in before so it's weird and strange but he's not scared; he's excited.

It's George that finds out first, accidentally walking in on the two of you half naked. Safe to say, George is traumatised.

The word spreads fast after that.

Cristina can't understand why you're with Karev and doesn't hold back in her judgements.

It's a few days later that Alex stays over at yours and asks you to be his girlfriend.

"I feel like a freaking schoolgirl... I want you to be mine. Will you be my girlfriend already?"

Every day, he opens up more and more to you and you see him opening up to everyone; your friends, the patients... You see him care more, see that softer side that he reserved only for your eyes. You love seeing it more and more; you love that other people are starting to see it.

He kisses your forehead a lot, pressing soft kisses to your hair, forehead and temple when you're hugging.

Alex is a massive teddybear. He loves to cuddle - not that he'd ever admit that - but he loves to cuddle. He loves holding you, pulling you close and feeling you against him.

"Morning, gorgeous."

He always pulls you back to bed under the guise of 'five more minutes' when actually it turns into sex in bed and you're both running late afterwards. Worth it though.

"I... I love you, (y/n). I'm sorry I've not said it sooner but yeah, I- I love you."

The sex is so good. At first, when the two of you didn't have a label, it was just sex for a while; just fast, hard sex when you needed it but now, with that added bonus of being in love, he has a tender side, a more passionate romantic side.

Alex loves to make out with you, you could make out for hours and he'd be so freaking happy with it.

Your friends see how happy the two of you are and they see that Alex is actually becoming more human so they tentatively approve of your relationship.

#headcanon #headcanons #prompt #prompt headcanon #headcanon prompt #alex karev imagine #alex karev x reader #alex karev #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy #greys #ga #ga imagine #imagine

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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Joe Velasco: Magic Carpet Ride

There is now a second part to this Disclosure. Both can be read as standalones.

You drop onto the couch with a huff. Exhaustion was the only emotion you could feel, echoing up your body from your toes in harsh waves. You had been working overtime at the forensic lab since you started there almost eight months ago. The scandal and retesting of forensic evidence for the last two years of narcotics and some homicide cases that involved Narcotics was almost over. Five people had been fired and prosecuted, turning on their outside accomplices, leading to big arrests. There was talk of IPB leaving soon and letting the lab get back to having its own autonomy. Not that you had ever experienced that at this lab. You had come to help following the breaking of the scandal. The stress and micromanagement had been so much that you wondered if you were crazy for accepting and then continuing to stay. But finally, there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

“More over time?” Joe looked up from the files that he had spread over the coffee table. You groaned in response leaning back onto the couch and dropping your bag on the floor. After late night shifts you had gotten into the habit of stopping and subsequently staying the night at Joe’s house. You both often used the excuse that his apartment was just closer to the precinct and therefore more convenient. You had been doing this, non-defined, label-less relationship for just shy of five months.

“I just feel like I can’t say no. The money and experience, it’s too good to pass up.” Joe hummed while taking a sip of his beer, analyzing your slumped form on his couch. You had yet to take off your coat or shoes and he could feel the exhaustion radiating from you. The tap of the bottle being placed back on the coffee table was the only warning you got before your legs were swung up into his lap. He unzips your boots and pulls them off setting them down neatly on the floor. His strong hands start rubbing your feet.

“You need to learn. You’re going to burn yourself out at the rate you're going.” His hands are talented, and you lean further back against the arm of the chair.

“If you weren’t being so nice to me, I would point out that you were up doing paperwork. But since you are, I’ll just smile and say you're right.” He paused his ministrations.

“Really?” He was surprised that you gave in so easily. You were headstrong and liked to argue just for the sake of it sometimes. He hadn’t expected such an easy win.

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel the effects of working so much.” His hands started moving up your calves stroking them absentmindedly. “I was thinking about it today actually. You know I’ve lived in New York for almost a year, and I haven’t even seen the touristy places. I’ve been talking about going to Coney Island since I moved here and I’m not closer to going than I was when I lived ten and half hours away.” You sigh before shaking your head at yourself. The idea that has been flashing through your mind won’t settle. “I’m going to use a sick day tomorrow. I just don’t think I have it in me to go back to the lab.” You had been working mandatory six days a week. Joe was right, you were feeling the burnout.

“I think that is a good idea.” You reach for him, and he leans over you. You cup his cheek pulling him in for a kiss. It is slow and soft. His mouth was hot and followed the lead of your lazy kiss. It broke with a few lingering pecks on the lips. “You ready for bed baby? You look like you're falling asleep sitting up.”

The two of you headed to the bedroom. Joe offered you a shirt to sleep in which you refused, teasing him that he is like sleeping against a furnace at night. You stripped down to just your cotton underwear and climbed into his arms reveling in the feel of his bare chest pressing against yours, your bodies tangled together. You had called the lab while getting ready for bed telling them that you wouldn’t be coming in the following morning because of food poisoning.

Joe turned off the bedside lamp blanketing the room darkness. You had told him to wake you when he left for work, and you would head back to your apartment. You feel a kiss pressed to your temple before you're tucked under his chin. You barely have time to smile against his neck before you’ve drifted off.

Something doesn’t feel quite right as you start to wake up the next morning. It takes you only a moment to realize what it is. Your body is no longer curled into Joe’s warm chest but the sad replacement of his pillow that only held trace amounts of his scent and body heat. The other was the sun was much higher in the sky than it should be. Had Joe not woken you up when he left for work? You found that hard to believe. Had you slept through his wake-up call, and he had given up? That also seemed unlikely but with how tired you had been last night, maybe?

Joe walked into the bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in street clothes holding a cup of coffee. “Oh, good you’re awake, I thought I might have to wake you before you slept the entire day away.” He set his cup down sitting next to you on the bed. You sat up against the headboard watching him in confusion. He leaned over to kiss you and you made a face at the bitter taste of coffee still lingering on his lips.

“Joe, what time is it, should you be at work?”

“I guess your food poisoning was contagious.” The absurdity of the statement and your still half-asleep brain took a moment to process his meaning.

“You’re playing hooky with me today?” You smile letting the covers drop from your naked chest. “You’re overdressed for the occasion.” Your greedy hands slid from his chest down towards the buckle of his belt. His hand caught yours pausing its movements on his lower stomach.

“Sorry baby, not this time.” You tilt your head in confusion, searching his eyes. “We are already running behind, and we still have to stop at your apartment for you to get some clean clothes.”

“Late for what?”

“Coney Island.” You hadn’t thought much about your words last night. You had just been thinking out loud. Joe was one of the easiest people for you to talk to. While he had been sitting on the couch listening, he had felt a sense of guilt. He after all was part of the reason that you that you hadn’t been out much. You were working a lot but when you weren’t you had been hooking up with him. Sure, you went out to bars and the occasional place for food but mostly you guys spend your time in his apartment. He liked being around you, you were good company and the sex between the two of you had gone from great to better. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. He didn’t want to tarnish a good thing by making you think that he didn’t care about what you wanted to do. You were new in New York and had mostly been willing to tag along with what he wanted to do. He hadn’t thought about the fact that he had seen most of the city quickly because he had been around doing detective work while you were stuck in a lab trying to help clean up a mess that wasn’t yours.

“Jose, you going to show me the world on your magic carpet?”

You hadn’t been so giddy to get out of bed in a long time. The next hour passed in a blur, going to your apartment for a quick shower and to get changed before climbing back onto Joe’s motorcycle and speeding off for Coney Island. It was the perfect day, sunny and 75 degrees. The ride gave you some long-missed color to your cheeks and a happy thrumming through your veins.

You guys spent all day there and Joe let you have the full experience. The arcades, the overpriced greasy fried food and then the over-sugared snacks, the attractions, the rides, and he even tried his hand at a few stall games. He had won a stuffed animal now tucked into your purse, only its bright head peeking out of the top of the bag. It was dark now and all the lights had been turned on. There was only one thing the two of you had yet to do yet. “You sure you don’t want to do the Ferris Wheel?” Joe persisted as you shoved another piece of the elephant ear in your mouth, powdered sugar staining your lips.

“I’m afraid of heights. I know it sounds like a cute idea, but I’ll probably end up leaving a bruise on your arm.” He laughed at this before pointing at the rollercoaster that was at least twice the size with his hand that wasn’t holding your plate of fried sugar.

“Let me get this straight, you will ride a rollercoaster that is twice as tall and way faster, but you won’t ride the Ferris Wheel. Baby, that makes no sense.”

“I don’t have time to be afraid on the rollercoaster.” You say with a shrug. “If you want to go on I will. I was just giving you a fair warning.” He smiled brushing some sugar off your cheek, then kissed your lips sucking the sugar off them.

“We will save that for another day then.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

When you guys get back to Joe’s apartment you are both happy and blissfully tired. The day had been long but had left you with a new energy. A readiness for what was coming your way in life. It was probably the best date that you had ever been on. It brought up questions that you had been refusing to ask yourself. You knew that Joe wasn’t seeing anyone else, or you were pretty sure at least. His work schedule might not have been as busy as yours now, but it did come into play at random moments. If he had time to see someone else, you would have to be a bit impressed.

The way he acted with you was so intimate, and personal. You weren’t official but after a day like today, you felt like you were.

“Hey Joe, I was thinking,” He hummed his acknowledgment from where he sat on the couch. You were about to just ask him what you guys were. Tell him you wanted a label, a defined serious relationship to build off. When his green eyes meet yours, panic fills you with what the conversation could cost you. How good things are right now. How perfect this hooky day had been and the promise of another one to come.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He prodded when you don’t continue. You lose your nerve and think of a pastime that would be a lot more pleasurable. It was already late at night, and you were about to make it later. You sink to your knees in front of him.

“I was just thinking that you deserved a reward for this amazing day.” You push his shirt up licking a stripe above the waistband on his jeans. You smile when you hear the hitch in his breathing. You rub your hand over the crotch of his jeans and can already feel him starting to harden.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know, but I want to show you how much fun I had.” You start to undo his pants and slide them down. Despite his words, his cock was already half-hard and looking for attention. “Don’t you want me to show you, baby?” He didn’t have a chance to get words out when you took the tip into your mouth rolling your tongue around the head. He cursed shifting, forcing his cock further into your mouth. You moan around it. You tease him at first focusing on the sensitive tip sucking a caressing it with your tongue. When he’s fully hardened, and you can taste his precum you take more of him in your mouth and start bobbing your head.

You know your jaw will hurt later but you don’t rush through it. You stay teasing until his hand has gathered up your hair in his fist and he is tugging at it, telling you to look at him. His moans start bouncing off the walls and he tries to keep himself from thrusting up to meet your lips. That’s when you take him as far as you can his tip brushing the back of your throat. He hisses and you increase your speed. You know he is close when his thighs start to tremble, and he can no longer resist the urge to thrust upward. He gives you a warning and tries to pull back, but you follow him as he comes. You swallow and continue to lick at his shaft for a minute longer. You pull back with an audible pop. He swipes his hand over the coffee table making his files and papers go flying onto the floor as he lifts you up onto it pulling your legs over his shoulders to return the favor.

If you had been able to focus on anything, quite an impossible task with Joe’s mouth on your clit, or any time immediately after, you would have noticed that one of the papers on the floor was the answer to the question that you had been too afraid to ask.

Relationship Disclosure Form: Manhattan

That ending was not what I wanted it to be but it’s close enough. I have a second part for this planned. I also have a couple of multiple-part series I want to write for Joe. So, keep a lookout. I’m going to keep writing self-indulgent fics unless anyone has any requests. If you like Nick Amaro, I have started writing for him too.

#jose velasco x you #jose velasco x reader #jose velasco #joe velasco #joe velasco x reader #joe velasco x you #law and order svu #svu #Joe velasco imagine

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usbotthrills · 2 years

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Chest binder recommendations

I’ve been researching chest binder recently, so I’m putting together all the information here so that hopefully I can help someone whose not sure what to do? I know putting the information simply can help make it seem less scary so here we go.

‼️I have not personally tried all of these, lots of the information I’m getting is from others who have reviews them‼️

Spectrum :

Price : £38 / $43.10 / €44,95

- Pros : affordable, actually works for big chests, worldwide and discrete packaging, swim safe, labelled as ‘vest’ during transactions, breathable, ethical

-Cons : very frequently out of stock

Gc2b :

Price : £30 / $35 / €35

Pros: affordable, breathable , swim safe, worldwide shipping

Cons: delivery is expensive, processing is up to 15 business days, many people have said that it stretches out over time

Recently gc2b binders have been causing injuries and have been made very cheaply - I do not recommend buying them

For them :

Price : £79 / $89 / €90

Pros : comfortable, ethical, good customer service, low neckline (not visible when wearing looser shirts)

Cons : expensive

Note: doesn’t use normal size labels, instead you put your measurements in and it gives sizes with names like amethyst or ethereal

XUJI :

Price : £27 / $27 / €27

Pros : On Amazon (quick delivery), very affordable, free shipping

Cons : On website delivery is up to 30 days, doesn’t care as much about the customer, said to stretch out easily

‼️ IF YOU BUY THIS ONE DO NOT GET ONE WITH ZIPPERS OR A SIDE CLASP ‼️ - these will DAMAGE your ribs and are unsafe, please make sure to buy the ‘pull on closer’ one!!!!

Paxsies :

Price : £53 / $60 / €50

Pros : comfortable, good for sports, low neckline, offers discounts

Cons : Not one I’ve heard of? Not as affordable

Flavnt :

Price : £45 / $50 / €50

Pros : range of skin tones, ethical, worldwide shipping

Cons: currently sold out, international shipping takes a long time

Those are the ones I’ve found! I apologise if I haven’t included the currently you use, but you can exchange them here

Feel free to add any that you recommend or any comments, since I haven’t tried any of these yet and so can’t really give a full review

#trans #trans masc #ftm #non binary #chest binder #chest binder recommendation #binder recommendation #trans guy #transgender #trans pride #🏳️‍⚧️#spectrum binders #gc2b #for them #afab #recommendations #trans positivity

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whats the tea on if jyp really did stop chan from doing his live? then chan hinted he can actually do what he wants on bubble when it blew up on stay twitter? in quite a passive aggressive manner 👀

"Oh um... I mean cus I can't do Chan's room anymore so um- I know, I want to react to it but company says no, sorry, yeah."

Before I shuffle... I honestly believe this was going to happen after Chan vented in his last "Chan's Room" when he said a rookie group didn't bow to them when they walked past nor greeted them with respect and chose not to acknowledge them. Chan was 100% right for being upset. Everyone knows in Korea that honorifics is a big deal there, so to disrespect your seniors at work / elders in general, it's really bad on whoever that group was. However, the way he handled it was really irresponsible. To state publicly without saying who the group even was and leaving it to his fans to spectaculate, he didn't take in consideration on how his fans were gonna react afterwards. He should know that Kpop fans in general are very defensive and protective over their idols, they will always go to the extreme, so him being upset at their behavior (for example, Stays attacking IVE and assuming they were the group that didn't show Stray kids respect by bowing, when there was no fucking proof it was them). It's like... What do you expect? Then now, he said the company won't allow him to do "Chan's Room" anymore (probably because he said too much and caused so much uproar). Then fans showed up at the JYP building to protest for Chan to be allowed again to do "Chan's Room" again and Chan complained on Bubble that they're not helping the situation. So really the point of all of this of what I'm trying to say is, that Chan just needs to acknowledge that this is his fault in a way. He should be able to speak his truth, but he is not in a position or industry or in a company, where that is even allowed. Chan knows how strict they are over there. If he was like a Korean hip hop artist or from an independent label, it wouldn't matter then what he says. Or let's say he was in a group like KARD for example, BM is known for saying whatever the hell he wants, but he can do that because he is not under a prestigious company, he's popular but everyone knows KARD is considered a nugu group. So either Bang Chan sucks it up and accept this is the consequences of his own actions and if he continues to behave this way, it's gonna keep causing controversy or negative attention on him.

Channeled song: Under Pressure by Queen ft. David Bowie

"Pressure coming down on me"

First things first... To confirm on what the actual truth is here... It's a yes that JYP is not allowing Chan to do "Chan's Room" anymore. They are not happy with him, he is also not happy with them. Bang Chan lost the fight, he lost the battle on being able to keep doing "Chan's Room", which caused a big argument. So there's a lot of conflict going on. Now... To figure out why he's been so adamant about speaking his mind is because he wants change. Bang Chan just really wants change it seems. I feel like he doesn't like how much he's being controlled in some aspects. Chan wanted more freedom and have the ability to be closer to his fans. I honestly believe that "Chan's Room" was therapeutic in a way for him. It gave him the space to express himself and put himself more in the spotlight with The Star card. He felt the interactions with his fans were more pure and genuine. I also think that Bang Chan felt like he had more people in his circle when he did the lives? It made him feel like he had more "friends" it seems. He could have been feeling very lonely, so by doing "Chan's Room" it gave him comfort. Dare I say he's been kind of acting "delulu"? Like he's deluding himself into think he has this connection and friendship with his fans. When it is not like that and it's more of a parasocial relationship. Then when stays behave and react to his words, it's like he remembers all of a sudden he's a leader of a group, not their friend. So it's like he acts like a parental figure for them and scolds them when they do something bad, but also it's that Chan kind of snaps out of it and realizes that his fans can't be his friends that he's wanting so badly. So when they cross the boundaries, he gets mad. When really, he's just mad at the situation behind scenes, and he's also really mad at himself. Bang Chan is upset at the lack of control he feels, he has a lot of fucking leg room in comparison to other idols, we all know that, let's be honest, but - outside of his job, Chan just feels he can't voice his mind, his feelings, and how he wants friends, he wants a family, he wants a partner, etc. So I feel like he enjoys being a idol, of course, but like most idols he is upset at the lack of ability to be honest and form stable relationships. For how he feels about "Chan's Room" being canceled, Chris is very sad about it with the Three of Water reversed. He feels like he lost the one thing where he has an outlet. Where he was able to celebrate and find joy or comfort. I asked if "Chan's Room" could ever come back, I got The Empress so it's a yes. Chris could tell someone in his company who is very nurturing towards him and he goes to them for advice or love. So this person feels like a "2nd mom" to him and if he tells them how much this means to him, then they will be able advocate for him to get him to do the lives again. But that is a smaller aspect of what this card means. I feel there is something much bigger here? Everything has been such a chain reaction and Bang Chan has been wanting change, so he's getting it now. He will find something else that will be more emotionally fulfilling and make him happy. It will be something that's creative and allow him to pursue a new passion. I am unsure what exactly that thing is ... but it will be good for him :)! The outcome for Chan overall is the Mother of Air. Bang Chan is gonna receive more power and clarity from this situation. I believe the person I mentioned earlier could help him with this. They could be a senior idol or someone he worked with at JYP. I'm being reminded of Sunmi honestly or someone who is connected to Sunmi, perhaps a former member of Wonder Girls as well? I know that Yeeun and Yubin were also air signs since Sunmi is a Taurus (Yeeun also known now as Ha:tfelt is a Gemini and Yubin is a Libra). This is interesting, I would like to see how this artistic endeavor pans out.

For clarification cards, I got Ace of Earth and Ace of Air. So Chan is aware that this is the consequences of his own actions lol. He just has to get over his ego first. He will find stability and figure out how to be more grounded with his emotions in the future. There will be a business opportunity presented to him that he's gonna take. Perhaps he will sign a new legal contract with this earth and air combination (I'm being reminded of the energy of the members from Wonder Girls again. Since two members were earth signs and the other two were air signs). If Chan has more patience, he can overcome this burden he's been feeling and will be able to attract more prosperity once he heals and connects to his higher self. There could also be something that will happen to him, that will be similar to what happened to Wonder Girls. Or it could just mean they will be a mentor for him or be considered an inspiration.

Channeled song: Why So Lonely? by Wonder Girls

"Baby why I'm so lonely

I'm so desperate, but you're not

Baby no, my heart

I don't know when you will leave me (Tell me why)

What are they? Your feelings

What are they? I love you so much

But I hate this suffocating feeling"

#bang chan #stray kids #jyp #chan's room #stray kids tarot #kpop reading #kpop readings #celebrity readings

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losthomisexual · 21 days

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Intro/beginners guide to paganism

This is a brief guide based on my personal experiences and research.

What is Paganism?

Now this is a big question with limited evidence but lets go through what we know and how people practice today. A lot of our sources for old religions were written by christians or romans where they could have skewed the original meanings for their own agendas. Christianity played a large role in the loss of these beliefs by ways of genocide, missionaries, renaming holidays and more. My ancestry being European i research more into Celtic, germanic, norse and Anglo-Saxon beliefs but everyone has roots and if traced back far enough we find similar beliefs across the globe. There are also a lot of neopagan religions and beliefs like Wicca and witchcraft with many subcategories.

Paganism for me is about a deeper connection to nature, myself, the spirits of the land and honouring those who’ve come before. Its being grateful for what we have, spending time with our family and friends, being kind and respectful of our surroundings and those within whether thats people, animals or plants. It gives me a bigger perspective, helping to see through hardships and take lessons from them rather than begging the gods for forgiveness or salvation. Even just walking through the bush i get a sense of how small i am in the world, we are all just small cogs in the wheel of time, passing on our lessons and stories through the generations. Norse paganism tends to have more stories than others so i tend to find myself drawn to them for guidance and symbolism. Everything around us has a spirit or a soul all the way from the sky, rain, and thunder to the grass, rocks and dirt beneath our feet, there is spiritual energy everywhere. When it comes to the afterlife i don’t really think about it much but it could be reincarnation, a realm for the dead although nothing like heaven and hell, just a resting place or even something else entirely. Living in the present is more important to me.

So how can you practice paganism?

Seasonal changes are important in paganism as well as the equinoxes and solstices.

Following the natural cycle and staying in tune with it is a simple way to get closer to nature, our ancestors and the spiritual realm. For me i also flip the holidays to suit my climate as i live in Australia so the seasons are inverted.

Many people have altars or sacred spaces in their homes but i also encourage people to go outside and create a space if they can. Whether its just a rock were you place meat or bread offerings or a tree or lake you visit you don’t need much to practice paganism.

If you cant do that thats okay too, light a candle and make an altar out of items you have found and felt a connection to.

Create an inviting, cozy atmosphere and keep it clean and cleansed to avoid unwanted spirits and energies. For holidays you could have a feast and drink beer and wine with friends and family around a fire for instance. Throughout the year theres lots of small ways to feel some magic like following the phases of the moon, cleaning, making things with intention, mindful walks, having a garden or house plants, meditation or working with charms for some examples.

There is no one way to practice and no one can be right, it is all interpretation and feeling.

You can follow a set of gods, pick and choose or none at all. You can perform rituals, spells or divination or not it is not a practice with rules unlike other big religions. Even just the term pagan or animism may be enough for you.

Whether it’s something more modern, a reconstruction or neither, you don’t have to choose a particular path or label just do what feels right to you.

Overall I believe paganism is a way of life, an open way of thinking rooted in nature, gratitude and respect.

#paganism #pagan #norse paganism #norse pagan #pagan witch #pagan wicca #hellenic pagan #norse #celtic #wicca #witchcraft

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extreme-neutral · 9 months

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The Siedestep ask is still pinned to your dash. New day, new questions, or is that too cheeky? I'll ask anyway.😈

21. what is their philosophy? 24. how do they typically come across to strangers? to friends? do they frequently use their telepathy to influence others’ perceptions of them? 30. what is their love life like?

Yes, I still have no creative outlet in the evenings, so those are very much appreciated, thank you!!

You went with tough ones tho :,D

21. what is their philosophy?

Oh no, I didn’t have the time to pick on other people’s answers to this 🥲

Ok, it means like a rule he lives by or some such right? Hmm..

Let’s go with “Don’t fire unless fired upon, but if they mean to have a war, let it begin here.”

With Cy you always get the treatment you provide. It goes for every timeline.

He is also very pragmatic, he doesn’t initiate anything unless it’s a part of some plan.

Also, sorry for repeating myself but, a goal and a way to execute it is all that matters. Tho the later might get somewhat skewed due to stupid feels, much to his chagrin.

24. how do they typically come across to strangers? to friends? do they frequently use their telepathy to influence others’ perceptions of them?

I’ll start from the end: with strangers he won’t think twice to use telepathy to influence their perception, tho he doesn’t need it to do so.

So to strangers he comes across as whatever he needs to, if they even notice him. On average - a polite young man.

To friends - well, bold of you to assume he has those.

Really tho, it’s an impossible question to answer. He’s as real around closer people, as his fake adaptive ass can be, except he wouldn’t want them to worry about him for whatever reason. He won’t use telepathy to influence their perception of him, only to scan for hidden emotions or as a lie detector.

So it would depend on a friend’s perception, how Cy comes across. If he was my friend, I’d see him as a friendly, but shy, helpful, but independent and very private and introverted, but not in a suspicious, creepy way? I’d also genuinely laugh at his stupid jokes even tho I’d know he uses humour to deflect.

30. What is their love life like?

The what now? :x

Ok, fine.

I actually liked the now-nurfed hidden label in Rebirth that stated “sexual_experience = shy” (or something like that) ‘cause it really suits Cy.

He wouldn’t intentionally flirt with anyone, wouldn’t initiate a relationship. He keeps his old-ass crush on Ortega hidden even when faced with a real option to try being romantic with him!

Romance is a liability, love is unnecessary, attachment is a risk, aaand he’s kissing Marshal Steel. 😐

There is an explanation, I swear! I think it’s touched upon in an old fic somewhere…

Guess he envied Spoon for a minute and it span from there.

It’s weird, ok. He made piece with never having a love life what’s with the whole re-gene thing. Even the hug in the park was a BIG fucking thing to him. And a kiss at Chen’s place left him in shambles. He has NO experience in romance and this makes him feel very inadequate. He will definitely try to rationalise his way out of this and at least make it very weird for the both of them 👍

#oof this came out long #sorry #i’d answer this YESTERDAY #if I’d have straighter hands and didn’t accidentally delete half of it #fhr #Cyrus Becker #character study #babbling

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I’m going to ramble on about my life here, by no means do you need to read it

Last night was my companies holiday party, that I was involved with planning. It’s really the first big offsite party this group has had as we continue to grow. It went well I’d say, other than the caterer not labeling what the food was so my friend and my boss didn’t know what to eat with their gluten and other sensitivities.

I didn’t get to sit with the friends I’m getting closer and closer to because my boss wanted me and my immediate coworkers to sit with her, which was fine, but I might have had more fun with them.

Eventually they did come sit next to me and chat which made me happy, that they got up and came to me. I have issues okay? I think I have actual trauma (which is likely a horrible use of that work but I’m going with it) around having friends and I’m just not very good at it. I’m often the only one trying to initiate things, I feel like I get too weird, and people don’t care about me as much as I care about them. I get too in my head as well. These two are wonderful, and we are sarcastic with each other and give each other shit and they have, on occasion, hit me for me saying I don’t have friends. One day I hope to get into the more sincere conversations with them and finally have them over. I just want friends who I can talk to about everything, have over on a moments notice because I’m having a bad day, and be comfortable in their homes and them in mine and everything just becomes a second home. Will that happen? I have no idea.

I spent most of the night very happy. It’s been a great year, seriously. I’ve never been higher in a career, never been more appreciated and seen by my boss. I got promoted, moving the position up to October rather than January so I could apply and get it because I was already doing the work. Then because my boss didn’t win the fight on my salary, she gave me a one time top performer award bonus. I love what I do, and the people I work with. It can be frustrating, and the higher ups can be too demanding, but we are a team. I sat at the party just looking at everyone, happy to see they were all having a good time. We all have a sometimes demanding and frustrating job, I was happy we were able to put this party together for them.

My husband was less than thrilled when I got super self conscious and freaked out about dancing. Honestly, the music was not what I wanted and I felt like I couldn’t dance to it. I’ve gotten so used to Latin dances and the things we dance to when we go back to his home country that I don’t know how to dance to other stuff. And let’s be honest, that was a lot of popular songs that people sing to rather than dance to. And this just makes me so worried, we leave in a week for a two week trip for the holidays and this is exactly how it goes him sad and frustrated and mad with me when I’m around his family. God I so badly don’t want to feel that way on this trip but it’s already happening here. Sigh. Whatever. I did dance for about the last hour, in which I mostly felt uncomfortable but the people we were dancing with were having a blast.

Other than pissing off my husband, I think it went well. I walked the art museum we were at with my friends and chatted with them. I just didn’t want it to end. And it did. And I got extremely sad the moment it did and I do not understand why I have such happy lovely times followed by me wanted to burst into tears. I don’t get it. I want it to be college again, where we all hang out and have fun, stay up all night, and fall asleep on each others couches. But we are adults (Albite my friends being 7 and 6 years younger than me) and life and jobs and other friends and family get in the way.

I’m trying to handle this making and having friends thing, developing crushes (the only word I can think to use) on these people doesn’t help my mental load. But story for another decade I guess.

It’s been a year, and it’s not over. I hope next year is full of more time with friends and doing well at work still.

Last New Year’s Eve, I spent the evening in bed, crying. Because my in laws were here and they don’t speak English and they ended up playing a card game that wasn’t fun to me when you can’t speak with the people. And when I suggested we split into groups, that was denied, and I went and cried my way into 2023. But look now. This has been one of the best years. Yeah, my mom was hospitalized (but actually fixed!!) and my foot has been feeling terrible. But I went to Europe for the first time! I got back on tumblr! I started making gifs which brought back my sense of creativity and I’m drawing again! I’m feeling motivation to make art! And I’ve made good friends, and done great at work. Maybe I should spend more new years eves crying, bringing the better stuff along.

Here’s to an amazing last two weeks of 2023, here’s to new friends and a great year. And here’s to an amazing and lovely 2024.

Hugging every single one of you here especially if you read this. Tumblr has been my home away from life for the last six months, and I’m so happy to be back.

Rant. Over.

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shippergirl-14 · 4 months

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Kenny Head Canons

Hii, may I present you some more of my head canons ? They are still based on episodes and popular opinions mixed with my own thoughts. Again, some of them apply when he is older.

Please feel free to share your own head canons and let me know what you think ^^

He is a really laid back and easy going person that has no sense of personal space.

He has the tendency to stick his nose in other peoples business therefore he knows almost everything that’s going on.

He wears hand-me-downs from his older brother. That is the reason why his clothes look oversize on him and are ripped. Karen wears his parka now.

He works at the gas station to support his family, leading to a messed up sleep schedule and lower grades. Since his shifts are mostly late at night, not many costumers come in so he can do his homework and studies there.

The school forces him to join a sports club and he was assigned to the baseball team, but he often just skips pratice. He hates to admit it, but after playing some time it wasn’t as boring as he remembered.

He really likes parties because it’s the only time he can forget all his troubles and just be a teenager. He is often seen drunk during these events.

Kenny will not let any opportunity slide to make a sexual joke, getting annoyed groans from his friends in reply.

There are a lot of rumors going oround about him, but none of them are true.

His height was stunned from lacking essential nutrients and vitamins, so he is a bit shorter than the most boys in his grade.

Aside from Stan and Kyle, he is really close to Butters, Tweek, Jimmy and Bebe. Craig sometimes tolerates him and Tolkien is in the same team as him. He doesn't know why he still hangs out with Cartman though.

Kenny was the reason Butters got grounded at least twice. He bailed him out to make it up to him. He also has a habit of sneaking in his house when he is bored.

He listens to Butters talking about his favorite games and sometimes even plays with him.

He has stolen a dvd of the bee movie when he was a kid and now will bring it to every sleep over and tries to make the others watch it every time to annoy them. The concept of the movie is just too funny to him.

His favorite subjects are chemistry and biology. He is really talented and doesn't need to study much for a good grade in either of those. His grades in other subjects vary from average to below average.

If needed he can be serious and is known to give good advice.

He loves helping his friends, but he doesn't accept help from others. He doesn't like being pitied or viewed as a charity case. That's why he actually hates when people want to pay for him. ( It's okay when his closer friends do this in some cases since he knew that they don't see in him any less of a person, but he still feels bad )

He is an awesome big brother and is very protective of his little sister. He lets her hang out with him and his friends when they are at his house.

He doesn't care about labels. He just likes who he likes.

Kenny was thrown out of a 7/11 together with his group for messing with the ice cream machine( mostly Cartmans fault) and they stole a shopping cart afterwards.

He will always join the dumbest plans and has come up with most of them too.

Stan was the one that pierced his piercings. Kyle still believes it was a stupid idea even if they healed nicely.

#south park #sp kenny #kenny mccormick #sp kenny mccormick #south park kenny #south park kenny mccormick #bunny #sp bunny #south park bunny #sp kenny hc

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ivystoryweaver · 11 months

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The Box (NSFW edition)

Read the FLUFF version My Masterlist

Summary: You have a secret to share with Marc. A box under your bed.

Paring: Marc Spector x f!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Notables: One-shot. This story has 2 versions. This is the NSFW version. It's not actually that smutty, but the conversation is 18+. The story starts the same, but completely changes after the divider. (dividers by saradika)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ sex toys, mentions of anal stuff, dry humping, not beta'd

Sometimes you can know someone so well and still be completely blindsided by their secrets. But some secrets really aren't that big of a deal. Right?

Marc, your boyfriend of six months, had asked you to move in with him.

You had a shitty roommate anyway, so you were ecstatic. Plus Marc lived much closer to your job.

A few of them, guys and girls alike, were absolutely crazy about his American accent.

"Who knows what kind of things you'll learn about Mr. Mysterious?" Your best friend teased. That's what she liked to call Marc, even to his face. Well, she wasn't wrong.

His answer was that you always accepted everything he told you, as if he were completely normal. And that he loved you.

So why couldn't you show him your box?

For the last few years, you had inadvertently collected a box containing items of a certain nature. It was kind of embarrassing. However, Marc always put his trust in you, right?

Your favorite item was something you typically only used it when Marc was gone on a trip, or on an occasional night alone, if you had trouble sleeping.

"I have to tell you something."

Damn he was pretty.

Releasing his hand, you reached under the edge of your bed and pulled out The Box. Marc's dark eyebrows shot up while the corner of his mouth curled.

"What's in there?"

Hoping you didn't seem like the biggest weirdo, you slowly removed the lid. "I've been wanting to show you this, but...I didn't know what you would think."

Sitting up a little, he leaned over to get a peek. You slammed the lid back on The Box with a squeak.

"Come on, baby, don't stop. Please show me."

Something about that little beg made you tingle all over. And that was the whole fucking problem.

Every time Marc uttered the word 'please' you went feral.

'Please text me when you get home.'

'Please pass the salt.'

'Please don't be mad.'

'Please...'

"Honey?"

Marc's voice interrupted your mental tangent.

"Okay," you breathed out, finally removing the lid. "I know it'll seem like a little much but...well, just look."

Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Marc peered down into The Box, rummaging around in your secret stash.

Sex toys. Not much of a shock. You had a box stashed under your bed, the contents of which made you flustered and hesitant to show him. What else would it be?

But these were...nearly all of an anal nature. A few kinds of lube, anal plugs, beads, wands - basically anal training toys, plus some standard vibrators, and a few kinds of restraints.

"Holy shit," Marc whistled. "Who's the lucky guy? Or girl..."

"You, I hope," you bravely confessed. "You don't have to be into all this," you went on to explain. "But...I've always wanted to try...stuff like this and..." Trailing off, you swallowed hard, losing your nerve.

"And you're afraid of what I'll think of you?" Marc clarified, pointing to your stash. "Of all this."

"Yes." Chewing on your lip, you tried to explain. "I can't think of like a sexy way to bring it up. I mean...you know, in films and things, people are always jumping all over each other. But...it takes a lot of work to be safe and communicate and I'm just so awkward sometimes."

Marc nodded, his dark eyes regarding you with sincere interest and affection.

"I just..." Blowing out a long breath, you decided to hurry through the rest of your rather uncomfortable confession. "I...want to do things to you, Marc." Your skin started to heat up as his eyes darkened.

"I want to try things with you...I want to tie you up and drive you crazy and make you feel so good."

The tip of Marc's tongue darted out to wet his lips as his breathing started to change.

"I really have no objection to that. Don't know why you think I would." Setting the box aside, he wrapped his arms around you and hoisted you onto his lap. "Tell me more, sweet girl."

As your thighs eased apart, you pushed yourself down against his hardening length. Even fully clothed, Marc felt delicious.

"I-I think about the things I want to do." Touching your forehead to his, you went on, a little breathlessly. "Sometimes I can't even concentrate on my job or when I'm cooking or doing anything...because of how much I want to - "

Running his strong hands down the curve of your back, Marc squeezed the curve of your ass and pulled you into him suggestively. "Want to what, baby?"

"Want to ruin you."

His mouth was hot and ready for you, his breath tickling your lips.

Licking into him, you rolled your hips as he pressed and pulled you harder against his firm body.

"How are you going to do that?" He challenged, latching on to the corner of your mouth before kissing a hot trail to your ear.

You groaned, shivering as his tongue slipped inside your ear before his teeth gently tugged at your earlobe. He knew your weakness. This was a challenge.

Needing to accept the challenge, you decided to catch him off guard.

"I want to fuck you," you panted, your bodies now grinding in a consistent, sensuous rhythm.

"Nothing new there," he teased, continuing to taunt you with nibbles and licks to your ear, while squeezing your ass and thrusting up into you.

Pulling away from his mouth, you grabbed his jaw roughly and forced his gaze down to The Box. "No. With those."

Marc's lips parted as his breathing grew shallow. Reaching into The Box, his fingers grazed over the options. "Which one?"

You were going to lose your mind, you were so turned on. And the friction between your bodies right now felt so good. "I don't care. Any of them. All of them. It would take some getting used to. For you."

"Then what?" He challenged, locking gazes with you once more. "Say it - I want you to say it."

Your mouth was dry. Fuck...he was into this. "I want to tie you up. I want to...try things...inside you. I want to fuck you. I want you to beg me. I'll make you beg me."

Marc could understand why you might have been hesitant to show him The Box, or to admit these things.

But this shit? Oh, he was ready to sign the fuck up right now. Your need to do these things to him - how hungry you were to bring him to his knees? Just the look in your eyes right now - pupils wide, lips parted, panting. The hunger he could see and feel in you? Hell yes.

So he decided to take a little bit of the pressure off. After all, you were brave enough to really open up to him.

Easing you off his lap, he set you down on the bed and got on the floor, on his knees. "I want you to fuck me," he begged, his voice strangled, his eyes dark and pleading. "Please."

Damn, this was going to be fun.

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Marc Spector-Centric stories

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#moon knight #marc spector #mcu #marc spector x reader #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x you

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medusapelagia · 10 months

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Handcuffs 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Eddie sighs, still trying to find a way to ask forgiveness while sitting next to him. Steve is stubbornly looking out of the window and Eddie can’t really pay attention to the hostess who is giving instructions about safety on the aircraft. The woman gets closer to him, and gently reminds him to fasten his seatbelt with a sweet smile. He thanks her, eyes pinned on Steve who seems determined to ignore him for the entire flight. Great. Fucking great. He is so deep into his thoughts that when finally the aircraft starts to move and the engines roar he grasps at the armrest panicking, grabbing Steve’s hand with the armrest. “Do planes make you anxious?” Steve asks without turning toward him. “I wouldn’t know. It’s my first time on a plane..” He whispers, while his hands grasp even harder in a desperate attempt to feel more stable on the trembling flying machine.

Finally, Steve turns toward him “It’s gonna be ok. There are more people killed by bees than on planes.” How the fuck is that supposed to make him feel better?! “I don’t care how many there are. I just don’t want to get on the list.” he replies. Steve smiles at him for the first time after hours “I think you’ll have to get used to it, Munson, big metal stars have to fly from town to town for their concert.” “Let’s see how much success we get with the first one, uh?” Steve stares at him in the eyes and says to him “It’s gonna be ok. You and the guys are great. The crowd is going to love you.” That’s what the guy from the label said when he proposed that they join a musical festival before the release of their new album. When finally the seat belt signal turns off Eddie asks “What now?” “Now we wait.” Eddie is still holding Steve’s hand and none of them is saying anything so he just keeps holding it. “I… I’m sorry for what happened. I… I didn’t know about…” “I don’t want to talk about that.” Steve says, suddenly removing his hand and working his seatbelt open “I’m going to sit at Henderson’s place and…” “Please don’t. It wasn't a prank. I swear. I… I thought we could have played… something… sexy.” “That’s why you put some fucking handcuffs in my bag?” Eddie nods. It feels so stupid now. “I didn’t know that they were going to check the bags, ok? I thought that if I put them under everything none would have noticed and then you would have found the surprise later on, in our room, and I would have explained to you what I had in mind and… I’m so very sorry. If I had known I would have put them in my luggage. I swear.” An air pocket makes Eddie scream and Steve quickly pushes the armrest up and hugs him tight. “It’s just an air pocket.” he comforts him, holding him tight. “We are going to die!” he murmurs with tears in his eyes “We are going to die and you will die angry with me and I will never forgive myself!” He is not crying but it's a closed thing. Steve takes Eddie’s belt and fastens it back, watching Eddie settle a little “This will keep you safe, ok?” Eddie nods but reaches out for Steve’s hand “Can you hold my hand? Please?” Steve tugs some hair behind Eddie's ear “I can hold your hand.” It doesn’t matter how pissed Steve is right now. He will never deny his help to anyone, not even to a stupid man like Eddie. That’s why he loves him so much.

#handcuffs #steddie #tumblr fic #angst with happy ending

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artobotsrollout · 1 year

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ROASTING REVIEWING KNOCKOFF TRANSFORMERS

Part 1

So it's no secret that I enjoy collecting TF figures. My collection isn't massive but I like to collect my favourite characters! Hasbro figures (at least the first series released at the start of a continuity is. I can't speak to some of the later releases) are usually p decent quality.

Decent faces. Thought out weight distribution so even characters like TfP Starscream can stand. Smooth joints. Basically an all around decent toy.

Of course with any piece of media there are the knockoffs.

Let's get into the first one

DINOSAUR Battle $4

Montoy

I saw these and thought they were cute right? "ooh a bunch of mini transformable dinosaurs"

However, the moment I look a little closer I already found things that bug me.

Review under Readmore

* Please be aware that this entire post is meant to be jokey. I'm not actually angry about any of these things. I'm exaggerating for emphasis and humour. *

The pictures of the dinosaurs to the left of each toy are not the same colours as the actual toys in the packaging. It's possible maybe the colours are random but from what I could see all the packages had the same colours??

Another issue... Maybe it's not as big of a deal to most people but as a paleo-nerd it really bugs me. So they label which dinosaurs they are right?? Well...

CRYPTOCLIOUS IS A PLESIOSAUR (Think long necked swimming dinosaur. Think Loch Ness monster) which if you look at the figure

IT HAS FREAKING FEET

A better name would be diplodocus or brachiosaurus OR Yknow what I'd even accept the outdated term Brontosaurus for this guy. At least it's the long necked land living dinosaur and not the water dwelling sea reptile.

I FEEL LIKE to have put down Cryptocleus you had to google it. So if you had to google you'd have seen that cryptoclious has FREAKING FLIPPERS.

I don't usually get upset about dinosaur mistakes bc like... I don't want to be that person who yells at people for not knowing dinosaurs / extinct creatures. Lord know I have gaps in my own knowledge. It's more just baffling to me that they picked a species that isn't even a dinosaur like the toy is. And it's such a weirdly weirdly specific and not well known species too.

I haven't even opened them yet and for some reason?? I expected every dinosaur to transform but apparently they are just meant to combine?? Into a wholeass dude? And that's it?

Anyways here they are

Despite my misgivings and the definitely cheap plastic used some of the designs are p cute.

Only the tip of the wings flap apparently 😂 the rest of the wing is permanently out oof.

Poor T-Rex. This is as high on his body as his head goes. He is doomed to forever fall flat on his face. 😔 Truly tragic

I appreciate the stegosaurus having constant finger guns 😂

The joints are not great. Some are okay while others are kinda tough to move. The pieces come off too easily as well.

Time to make it into a man.

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How the Frick is this a man?!?

This is so goofy looking help 😂

Amazing.

Now I'm gonna leave the joking mode and be serious for the conclusion.

These are not great quality but they have cute designs. The designs are fun if a bit odd at some parts. Cheap plastic and not super well thought out toy. Then again I didn't expect much for $4CAD

If you're someone who likes painting toys then these could be fun to use as a base.

I don't have children and haven't worked very much with children so take what I say with a grain of salt. For a child who is delicate with their toys and old enough to not eat everything it's not terrible. Could be cute in a gift bag from a birthday party. Wouldn't recommend for young children. There's a lot of easily removable small parts that could be consumed and be a choking hazard. Not to mention idk how toxic the material is. Also wouldn't recommend for children who play very roughly with their toys. Parts will go missing easily and some of the parts are thin and feel like it wouldn't take very much to break them.

The Combiner mode is kinda pathetic so if you are getting the toy, get it for the cute robot dinosaurs and not for the robot they turn into.

#Tf figures #Transformers #Transformer figures #Transformer toys #Transformers toys #Autothots reviews #knock off #Knock off transformers

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 8 months

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“Oh, I see. Is someone a little scared?” with anarcia

Remember when I said I had pupaphobia/pediophobia the other day? Well, this is me projecting my own weird phobia onto Anetra. (Because that counts as exposure therapy, right?) Also, there's a Jankie cameo here!

Quick PSA: Don't fake a migraine to get out of dealing with your fears.

"Oh I see, is someone a little scared?" Marcia turned from their side of the room they were working on after Anetra asked for the fourth time if they could switch rooms with someone else.

Anetra sighed as she turned away from the box of extra porcelain dolls in the closet. "It's a really stupid fear. I've had it since I was a kid."

"Why didn't you tell me before? You've known about my fear of spiders since we moved in together." Marcia said as they gave their girlfriend an empathetic look as they closed one of the boxes labeled 'To Be Sold", and sat next to Anetra on the floor.

She shrugged, "It's kinda hard to tell people that puppets and dolls are too creepy for me without getting laughed at." she said quietly, so Marcia's family in the house wouldn't hear.

"I'm never going to laugh at something that scares you, Netra." they said as they reached over to Anetra's hand and laced their hands together.

Anetra looked at the box again, piled with the dolls that she could hardly get through. The ever-staring eyes and the slightly open mouths of the dolls never settled right with her. It wasn't a fear that she had to deal with on a daily basis, but it was a little embarrassing to admit to others.

"Why did your great-grandma have to have a collection of dolls? Why couldn't she have, like a pottery collection or something?" Anetra asked, gesturing to the display on the wall.

"No idea, I barely knew Grandma Connie." Marcia shrugged. "She only sent money to Jan and I on our birthdays and sometimes sent Christmas cards."

After a few moments of comfortable silence, with Anetra resting her head on Marcia's shoulder. They both heard some of Marcia's family members in the hall, passing down full boxes.

"I guess we should get back to work. There's still work to do for the estate sale tomorrow." Anetra said as she kneeled and dug through the box, trying to get through it as soon as possible.

Marcia smiled as they kneeled next to the redhead, looking through the box as well. They heard Anetra sigh and curse under her breath once she reached closer to the bottom.

"What's wrong?"

Anetra pulled out a small toy with bright yellow fur and big eyes. "It's a damn Furby."

Marcia felt a shiver down their spine, "That's from my cousin, Lemon. She loved those as a kid, but I still find them creepy."

"Yeah, there's a whole bunch of these in this box." Anetra sighed as she sat in her kneeling position. "It's going to take me forever to get through all this, at this rate."

Marcia gave her a look, an idea suddenly coming to their head "You know, we wouldn't have to do this if you had a migraine right now."

Anetra thought for a moment, keeping her voice low, "Are you suggesting that I fake a migraine to get us out of helping clear out this house?"

Before Marcia could answer, another voice from the hall interrupted them.

"You have a migraine?" They both looked to see Marcia's sister-in-law, Jackie, carrying a stack of hanging clothes.

In a panic, Anetra nodded "Yeah, I get them sometimes."

Which wasn't a total lie, she just didn't have one right now.

Jan suddenly appeared behind her wife, leaning closer to the door frame. "Why don't you and Marcia go home for the day? We can take care of the rest of this room, no big deal." she offered.

Anetra and Marcia shared a look before Anetra squinted her eyes and put a hand on her temple "These lights are getting so bright, I think we should get going before I feel like puking."

After several minutes, the couple made it back to the car, and both started giggling as soon as the doors were shut.

"And I thought I was the actress here," Marcia said in between fits of laughter, kissing Anetra's cheek as Anetra started the car.

#anarcia #rpdr s15 #rpdr fanfiction #my writing #my fics #drabbles

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