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b0n3s-is-gay · 1 year

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Working Class Woman

Tags: Cannon au, fem! reader, Commander reader, Brother Erwin, Major Character death, Depressed Reader, Comfort from both sides, Mentions of Alcohol, Self starvation mentioned

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Synopsis: After the death of Erwin, reader takes over the position that her twin brother used to hold for 5 long years and trys to finish what her brother couldn't. During that time, she shuts down and her close friends take notice. Even her boyfriend, Levi Ackerman, takes notice.. They both end up talking some things out and it ends up with both reader and Levi comforting eachother as a couple.

A/N: this was all inspired by someone who I consider to be my insperation and the person to push me in the right direction to start my writing carrer. I'd just like to say that they are amazing and you should go follow them! @m-jelly $￣︶￣*$)

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I sat down in his chair with a small emerald green charm in my hand, rotating it in my hand and tracing it with my index finger. I saw his face in it every time I stared into the gem. His laugh haunted my dreams and his scent was still on his uniform coats and cloak. I couldn't stand to look at his portrait that hung on the right wall of my bedroom.

I everytime I sat at the commanders table with all the other captains, I wouldn't eat... no I couldn't eat. It made me feel guilty that he wasn't here. Guilty that he couldn't eat the food that he loved, talk to the people he was close with, be there for the advancement of the cause that he commited his life to, and do the things that he loved... I was the embodiment of what he wasn't here for. It hurt to know that he couldn't be here for each advancement that he wanted.

I knew that it would hurt him to see me in this state, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't sleep because every time that I tried, I'd just relive that horrible moment. I cried every waking moment that I wasn't infront of a crowd, friends, and cadets that now look up to me. His dreams would never come true for him just made it worse for me.

"Commander Y/n, are you okay?" I looked up from my cold steak that was on my plate and saw Cadet Arlert standing infront of me. I looked at him with tired eyes and simply nodded at him, his ocean eyes looked over me and nodded swiftly as he left for his seat. Ocen eyes... heh...

I sighed and set my cold food infront of Cadet Braus and left the dining hall. My head was swimming with thoughts of him. Each breath, each step, and each movement of my 3DM gear was spent thinking of strategies and him. His movement and ideas were nothing but there as I progressed.

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"Captain Levi and Section Commander Hange, I think something is wrong with Commander Y/n. She's been skipping meals, staying up late, and has looked out of it." Hange and I looked at eachother as we sighed. Hange looked like she was going to say something, but stopped.

"Thank you Arlert, you are dismissed. please gather the rest and send them off to bed." I spoke as I sipped my black tea. Arlert saluted as he walked off to get his squad mates to bed.

"Levi, what are we going to do about her? We both made a promise to Erwin that we'd make sure she'd be okay... What are we going to do?" Hange asked while sighing. They took a sip of whatever alcohol they has tonight. I shook my head and motioned for them to pass their cup. They gave me the cup and I took a sip, much to their suprise.

"I'm not sure, maybe I can go talk to her later..." I sighed while handing her the cup back. They nodded and started laughing a little bit. "What's so funny shitty glasses?" I questioned.

They laughed a bit more and said, "You could use this to confess, you know they like you, ya short stack!" They cackled some more as I blushed. "Shut the fuck up, just give me another sip of whatever the fuck you're drinking!" I shouted as I grabbed their glass and took another sip of the burning liquid.

I sighed as I got up from our shared table and made my way to her office. She was my concern right now, not the tipsy grunt that I associate with. "Alright, I'm out. Don't get to drunk and remember to clean up your mess..." I yelled out while walking out the door.

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I was laying on the floor of my bedroom, wrapped in his cloak. It hurt but I wanted, no needed a hug from him. I'd like a two arm hug but I'd kill for his one arm hug... I scrunched up into a ball and sobbed into his cloak, each body shaking sob just made me feel worse.

"Come on, sad sap... Get up..." I cried as I heard his words from the past. "Y/n, please get up. You'll be okay... even when creation comes to die, you can find me in the Sky... Upon the last day, you'll be okay." I sobbed louder as I imagined his hand resting in my head.

"No... No Erwin... I won't be okay! I'm working myself half-way to death, it should've been me that got crushed..." I wailed into the fabric of his hood. My head was pounding into the floor as I shook. "You're not here, you'll never get to talk to anyone... I won't get to have that hug you promised me before you left..." I squeazed my eyes shut as I felt foot steps on the floor infront of me.

"Erwin... Please... I'm not in the mood for you to taunt me, please go away..." I whimpered as I turned over on my other side. I felt someone put their hands on my head. "Erwin, please stop! I know you're not here, you're with papa!" My voice quivered as I took a loud shakey breath. "So please... Go be with him and leave me to rot..."

I felt someone pick me up and hold me. "It's not Erwin N/n, please look at me..." I heard them speak softly. I looked up at his steel grey eyes and tried not to cry more. "Levi... I'm sorry you had to see me this way, I-i'm sorry..." I whimpered looking away from his face out of shame.

"Don't be sorry, we get it if you're not okay. You lost your brother for the walls sake, It's okay N/n..." I cried some more as I grabbed fist fulls of his shirt. I felt him grab the back of my head as he comforted me. I felt him start to shake as he held me.

I wrapped my arms around him as we both cried. "We'll be okay... as the stars align I hope you'll take it as a sign, that you'll be okay... Everyday we'll be okay..." I sang quietly from a song that he used to sing to me.

"Levi... We'll be okay..." I whispered as we held each other while crying. I felt him shakely breathe against my neck. "I know we will..." he whispered back

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #reverse comfort #soft moments #major depressive episode #major character death #hange zöe #armin arlert #Spotify

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thisfoodieblogs · 3 years

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Coronation chicken curry

Sweet, fruity and super tasty. A bit of a different take on normal chicken curry. Serves 2. 639 cals per serving

Ingredients-

150g Basmati Rice

1 unit(s)

1 Shallot

1 pack of Green Beans

2 garlic cloves

1 bunch Coriander

280g Diced Chicken Breast

1tbsp Curry Powder

1tbsp Mango Chutney

1 Chicken Stock Pot

150g Soured Cream

150 ml Water for the Sauce

Step 1- Put a kettle on to boil. Place your rice into a saucepan, cover with the boiled water so that the water is just covering the rice. Cook until the water has evaporated from the rice and rice is soft and fluffy. Set aside for later .

Step 2- Halve, peel and thinly slice the shallot. Trim the green beans then chop into thirds. Roughly chop the coriander (stalks and all).

Step 3- Heat a drizzle of oil in a frying pan on medium-high heat. When hot, add the diced chicken and season with pepper. Stir-fry until the chicken is browned. Once the chicken is browned, add the shallot to the pan and cook with the chicken, stirring frequently until softened.

Step 4- Stir in the garlic, curry powder and mango chutney to coat the chicken. Pour in the water and stir in the chicken stock paste. Add the beans, bring to the boil, then reduce the heat to medium and cover the pan with a lid or some tin foil. Simmer until the beans are tender.

Step 5- Once the beans are tender and the chicken is cooked, remove the lid and stir in the soured cream, bring to the boil, then remove from the heat. Stir in the coriander. Divide the rice between plates and top with the curry, enjoy.

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grumpywagon · 3 years

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Meatloaf Mushroom and Cauliflower Soup. Made from leftovers.

#soup #meatloaf #mushrooms #cauliflower #leftovers #umami #savory #food #homecooking #delicious #homemadefood #quarantinecooking #cook #stovetop meals #insperational quotes

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crownedaxo · 2 years

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wrote a little something inspered by this post by @artlesscomedic !! bedrock bros my beloved <3

Tommy never liked brushing his hair, so Technoblade didn't question how it was messier than usual. Tommy was always skinny, so Technoblade didn't question why he was skinnier than usual or why he ate more rabidly than usual. Tommy's always liked sewing, so Technoblade didn't question the many patches on his clothes made from his extra capes- or the slight burnt fabric around them. Tommy died a lot, so Technoblade didn't question why all his tools were stone or why he had so many scars and scrapes and cuts. He didn't question it, but he did care. He did worry. So he made Tommy shower. He cooked a big meal, Tommy's favorite. He gave Tommy gapples and health pots. He gave Tommy new clothes and the Antarctic Empire cape. He put his own cape back on, coming out of retirement should he have to fight for the boy. Things were good. It was nice, having company.

After a month, he decided to give Tommy a friendship emerald. He invited him to sit, and told him what they were and how it would work. An earring, with a couple of enchantments. Farspeach and regen. "But my ears aren't pierced," Tommy said. Techno shrugged, "I can pierce them for you." Something flashed in Tommy's eyes, so quick to disappear that Technoblade was sure it wasn't even there in the first place, especially since it wasn't the usual Tommyinnit look. It was... Empty. Sad. Scared. Techno immediately panicked, "We don't have to, I can make it into a necklace or a bracelet-" "Nah, I'm not a pussy! I want the earring!" The Tommyinnit facade was firmly back on. "Are you sure?" "Of course! I never doubt myself, I'm too cool." Techno laughed a bit, and laid out all the tools. He took Tommy through everything, explaining what everything does and cleaning everything. When he got to the actual piercing, he expected Tommy to flinch. To wince. To whine or complain or shout. Something. Not to sit there, so still and quiet, with a far off look. When everything was finished, he crouched down to look at him. "Tommy. Are you okay?" Tommy snapped to, "Psh, yeah! Of course Big T! Why wouldn't I be?" "Tommy I'm a soldier. I know what that look you had meant. That dissociation. Who did this to you?" He kept his voice gentle, but inside he was raging, the voices screaming, both needing to know who hurt this kid so deeply. The response was quiet, like he was afraid of summoning the perpetrator. "Dream. It was Dream." Technoblade nods gently, "Tommy, while you're with me, he will never do shit to you again. I promise." The tears fell silently, but fell all the same, and Techno opened his arms in an offer for a hug. Tommy accepted and sunk into his brothers arms, so relieved to finally be protected by someone and not something like the discs, not an idea like L'manberg. Someone was willing to protect him.

When Tommy had finally tired himself out and fallen asleep, Techno tasked the dogs with watching him. He put the Axe of Peace on his belt and went searching. Technoblade was going to make sure Dream never hurt his little brother again.

#crownedaxo writes #bedrock bros #dream smp #dsmp #technoblade #tommyinnit #dsmp fanfic #c!tommy #c!techno #abuse tw #piercings #lmanberg neg #whoops didnt originally mean for that to be in there but it slipped in lol #c!dream neg

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dawnwave16 · 3 years

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dad Bruce Wayne only Marinette doesn't know till she has been shipped off to him thanks to lila's lies. So she has to hide the fact she us ladybug and the new guardion while the bat family have to find the fact they are the bat family Mean while Jason has started a betting pool on when the newest member of the family joins the bat family

Sorry, this has taken so long! While I read a lot of Maribat I’m not very familiar with how they are in canon so I’m not 100% sure if I got this right! I also kinda ran out of insperation near the end so if it feels rushed that’s why. :)

Story:

A bug amoung the bats.

To the staff of the plane, the girl sitting in the window seat just in front of the right wing was quiet and withdrawn. To her family, she was untrustworthy and a risk to their livelihood. To those who she used to think of as friends, she was a backstabber and a liar who hid her bullying tendencies behind an innocent face.

The truth was she was none of those things. Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and what she was, was beyond angry.

She had arrived home after the battle with Miracle Queen only to find her bags sitting for her by the door. Her parents had given her two hours to box up everything she deemed worthy of being sent to her new home as well as any trinkets she might want to take with her in her hand luggage before they had handed her a bus pass, a one-way plane ticket, a letter to her new guardians and told her they could no longer risk having her under their roof so they were sending her to Gotham to be with a family there that could hopefully get her back onto the ‘right path’.

A soft sigh escaped Marinette as she stared unseeingly out the small window. Slowly a tear rolled down her cheek before she angrily swiped it away. As if she didn’t have enough to deal with, she thought angrily. Now she would have to hide the fact that she was Ladybug as well as the newly christened High Guardian of the Miraculous from people she didn’t know. Who knew how well that would go.

Another tear escaped her eyes as she thought about how she had been betrayed. Looking back, she wished she had told Adrien that Lila had threatened her in the bathroom that day. Or that she hadn’t blindly believed him when he’d said that she would out herself if they took the high road. She wished she hadn’t tried to deal with everything by herself instead of telling her parents before Lila had gotten to them. But most of all she wished that her trust in adults hadn’t been completely destroyed by it all.

Now she was alone and heading to a country she had limited knowledge of, where they spoke a language she wasn’t confident in speaking (although she understood more than she could say) and to a city that had more villains than Paris.

By the time her plane landed in Gotham airport, Marinette had a new mask in place. She refused to let herself be hurt again and if that meant that she had to hide her true nature, so be it. From now on, the world would see the ice queen she needed to be even if she wasn’t sure how to be one yet. The seatbelt sign flickered off as the captain announced the time and weather conditions before wishing them well as they disembarked. Marinette took her time gathering all her things and making sure she had everything she might need, to hand.

The letter from her parents sat in the front pocket of her bag like lead. The miracle box was in the main compartment of said bag next to a blank sketchbook and a few odds and ends. She had been too upset to design during the flight.

Reluctantly, Marinette disembarked the plane and retrieved her bags from baggage claim. Once she had everything she scanned the waiting crowd for whoever was meant to be fetching her. Spotting her name on a card being held by a distinguished older gentleman she slowly made her way over to him, trying not to drag her feet despite waiting to.

“Sorry to keep you waiting sir. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Marinette introduced herself in stilted high-school english, emotions locked behind a blank mask that would make an assassin proud.

“Oh God, it’s another Demon Spawn,” the man’s companion muttered. She flicked her eyes over him. Where the man holding the card was wearing a formal suit and looked neat and representable, the one who had just spoken looked like a biker. A scuffed brown leather jacket hung open over a black muscle t-shirt. Ratty jeans held up by an equally scuffed belt covered his legs. The bottom of said jeans were tucked into well worn combat boots while a white steak in his hair added to the ‘dangerous’ vibe rolling off of him.

Marinette returned her attention to the older gentleman.

“My name is Alfred Pennyworth, Miss Dupain-Cheng. Welcome to Gotham. Please ignore Jason, he tends to act before he thinks.” His voice was cultured, Marinette noticed even as she nodded. When he indicated that she was to follow him, she tightened her grip on her bag and the luggage trolley and did so silently.

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Jason watched his new sibling closely. Her face was guarded but her body language screamed that she had been hurt and badly so. Her stiff posture reminded him of Damian despite her being closer to Tim’s age. The strange thing was that as far as Jason could see the stiffness seemed to be more of a defence mechanism rather than her true personality. He sighed, what was it with his family always attracting those that were damaged to the point where they hid? And why was it that both of Bruce’s biological children were the worst damaged? Did the universe hate Bruce that much?

Although Jason didn’t know it, Alfred was thinking along the same lines.

The trip to the mansion passed in relative silence as Marinette pulled out a cell phone and quickly started messaging all of the people that had requested commissions to explain that their orders would be delayed. Her parents didn’t know about this phone, nor did they know about the fact that Marinette was a very successful designer with an exclusive customer base. They didn’t even know about Edna Mode mentoring her whenever the designer for the heroes had time. They thought she was still trying to get a foot in the door of the industry. It didn’t help Lila had claimed Marinette was trying to use Adrien as a way to get to his father either.

By the time the trio reached Wayne Manor she had caught up completely. She had also managed to further freak Jason out with how quiet she was. As far as he knew teenaged girls were ever this quiet even when they were on their phones. From what he remembered, girls talked non-stop no matter what. Well most girls, Cass seemed to be the exception and now, so did Marinette.

The meeting with the rest of the family was just as icily polite as the one she had given at the airport. All she did was hand an envelope to Bruce before saying she was tired and retreating to the room Alfred obligingly led her to. Jason turned his attention to Bruce, who had made a strangled sound.

“B?”

“She doesn’t know…” was the choked reply.

“What?” Dick queried in confusion.

“Marinette. She doesn’t know she’s my daughter. Sabine never told her.”

“Holy…” Jason breathed while Damian froze.

Damian had been willing to hate her just because Marinette had a better claim on Bruce due to being older than him but how could he hate her now? She didn’t know she was Bruce’s daughter at all!

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Over the next three months the bat family discovered very little about Marinette. She hadn’t reacted as they had expected to the news that she was Bruce’s daughter at all. Instead of bouncing off the ceiling in excitement she had become even more withdrawn, appearing only for meals and to attend school as was required.

All of the boys had tried to get closer to her but had been rebuffed which had just added to their frustration too. Eventually Tim had turned to his hacking skills and what he had found had left him in a cold fury.

“Tim?” Dick asked cautiously.

“Is everyone here?” Tim’s voice was noticeably trembling as he spoke.

“Yes,” Bruce grunted. He was just as frustrated as his sons.

“Spill already, Replacement,” Jason snorted.

“Right, well apparently our sister wasn’t always this cold. Judging from the records I’ve been able to get my hands on she used to be a virtual ball of sunshine. She was class president, she helped at the bakery, did charity work and bent over backwards from all those she considered to be her friends. I’m not sure what changed though. It looks like it was almost overnight that all her ‘friends’ started targeting her over social media, she was expelled but that got repealed fairly quickly, and suddenly she was the class parier. It doesn’t make sense.” Tim sighed as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

There was silence for a while before Damian growled and stalked out of the room. Dick shared a look with the others before running after him.

“What are you planning?”

“Just to get some answers, Greyson.”

The two soon found themselves at the door that led to Marinette’s room and Damian raised his hand to knock. A sound made him pause, it was almost like a…

“No way, did she just laugh?” Dick breathed. Soon both boys had their ears pressed against the door.

“Look, Uncle J, I get you want to send Fang after the little bitch but that would just give him indigestion.” Marinette was saying which made the two eve’s droppers eyes widen. Uncle J? Fang? And did she really just swear?

“Yeah, I know you are angry but really what more could be done? I tried exposing her lies. I tried warning the class. Heck I even tried taking the high road but in the end she won. I’m now in Gotham and none of those that I trusted to support me are here. I never thought Tom and Sabine would fall for her lies! They know I have multiple sketch books and that one of them is inspiration only. They know the books are colour coded. So why would they even think I’d copy someone else’s ideas!” Marinette’s voice was raw with pain and defeat as she spoke which stunned the boys.

There was a pause as Marinette listened to whoever was on the other end of the call then they heard a loud sigh.

“Do what you feel is best Uncle J. I just don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive them. Tom and Sabine raised me yet they still turned on me and sent me away. I grew up with most of the people in my class yet they still believed that I could bully someone. They turned on me so quickly I almost got whiplash from it. If that’s the thanks I get for trying to protect them, for trying to make sure they don’t fail to reach their dreams, then I wash my hands of them. Doesn’t stop it from hurting though.”

Dick and Damian shared a look. Marinette was chatting away in French but thanks to them learning it they were still able to understand everything. Slowly they straightened up and made their way back to the batcave to report what they had heard.

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Marinette closed her eyes as she thought about the last three months. Bruce had enrolled her in Gotham Academy and she was working as hard as she always did to make sure her grades were as high as possible. She was pretty sure the whole school thought she was a total snob what with her ice cold attitude to most things but she didn’t care. The only ones she showed her true self to these days were Edna, Jagged and the clients she had amassed before leaving France, the Kwami’s and her online Boyfriend Roy.

She had met Roy by chance after attending a masked ball with Edna almost a year after she had started being mentored by the pint sized designer. Roy had tried to wriggle out of having to attend any future balls by behaving badly but Marinette had derailed his plan when she had simply grabbed his ear and told him to either quit his behaviour or she’d deal with him. He had tried to fight back but had found himself hogtied in a measuring tape. Once he had calmed down and Marinette had repaired the rips in his blazer the two had discovered they had a fair bit in common and they hadn’t stopped talking since.

When Jagged had called her to check on her she had decided to give him the full, unedited story. While he hadn’t been impressed he understood where she was coming from. Why should she have to keep fighting to help others when they wouldn’t do the same for her? Marinette flopped backwards on her bed as she thought about everything she’d learned. Bruce being her father had been a shock but it did explain why she had blue eyes. She didn’t care though. The family the man had built showed her he cared about family more than wealth so why hadn’t she known about him beforehand? Why had her mother sent her to him as a punishment?

A knock at the door had her sitting up and making herself look presentable in a hurry.

“Come in.”

“Marinette? Can we talk for a bit?” Bruce asked her cautiously.

“Sure.” Marinette kept her mask of cold, indifference in place as she replied. “What can I help you with?”

“I know coming here and finding out I am your father was a shock but I was wondering if you could tell me about what happened for you to be sent here in the first place? I will understand if you don’t want to but I want you to know I’m here for you if you do.” Bruce said carefully. Marinette looked over Bruce’s shoulder and saw Tikki and Wayzz nodding incouringly at her. The kwami’s didn’t like how closed off Marinette had forced herself to be but had understood.

“Will I have to change again if I do tell you?”

“Not change per say, maybe just drop the mask around the family a bit. As much as you are comfortable with anyway.”

Marinette studied Bruce for a moment before making up her mind. She’d tell him about the school issues but there was no way he’d be finding out she was Ladybug anytime soon. Secret identities and all that cam first.

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iinmortales · 3 years

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SIREN CREATION

There is a legend that sirens were once the companions of Persephone, punished for not stopped the goddess’ kidnapping by Hades. While a passable explanation for their creation, it is not the truth. The ocean, enraptured by the creatures that filled the water, spent a long time ignoring the troubled of humans. What use was humanity to them when the depths held such life? And then humans began taking that life from the ocean, using boats to cross. Giving nothing back. The ocean began to take, battering the shore, flooding cities. Humanity went from uninteresting, to a pest that needed to be squashed.

Until a day when a woman stood on a cliff. The ocean never knew her name, but saw her on that cliff time after time. The woman gave the ocean something. She gave the ocean her grief, her sorrow, her tears snatch from her cheeks by the wind and tossed to the water below. The woman, though barely old enough to be called such, was a wife. Though she had tried to give her husband a child, the man was cruel and no child could survive in her womb. Finally unable to contain her pain, after years of giving to the ocean, the woman gave the only thing she could still give. The woman gave the ocean herself, running off the edge of cliff, embraced by the cold of the water below. It was in that moment, embraced by the sea, that the woman finally released her sorrows and felt at peace.

The ocean was astounded, shocked by its own grief at the thought of this woman’s passing. It enveloped her, holding as tight as water could, warming around her like a cocoon. Or a womb. The ocean, angry over the loss of such a soul in such grief and sorrow, whispered to her. I can try, it said, to give you a new life. A life where you will never have such pain. The ocean had never attempted such a thing before, changing something from one thing to another, but it knew that it was a cradle of life, that it was possible. The woman, kept alive by the ocean’s love, agreed. The ocean was so surprised, had not thought she would accept, had not though what sort of life she could give the woman. So, the ocean asked.

The woman responded that she would wish for a life of peace, of one that would beholden her to no man, that would give her the power to defy them. The ocean, having seen the woman’s grief, easily agreed to such a request. But the ocean was jealous, knowing the woman would leave it behind, would return to the land and leave it alone, so alone. The ocean held the woman it had grown so attached to, tight in a womb of water, and decided to forever more tie the woman to it.

The easiest way to ensure the woman could not abandon the sea was, of course, to give her a tail, the ability to breath the ocean itself. The tail was long, pale blue, shimmering with a rainbow of color as the scales were kissed by sunlight. The fins that adored the tail were also a rainbow of color, and the scales that covered the woman’s skin, protection from the intense cold of the ocean’s depths, also shimmered in the sunlight. The woman’s request was also fulfilled, her very voice turned to a weapon that could be wielded against any and all humans (for the ocean did not love humanity, only this one woman). Fingers became claws, nails sharp and strong to cut through the now comparatively soft flesh of what she had once been, and teeth became similarly weaponized, sharp and pointed to cut through flesh, but strong enough to bite through wood or metal. In the womb of the ocean, the woman became the first of her kind, a siren.

But the ocean knew its creation would not survive on the other creatures of the water, would sicken and die. It was the result of being a creation of the water, a give and take that even the ocean itself could not circumvent. And so the siren needed to hunt, to kill and devour what she had once been. The ocean could do nothing but watch as the woman emerged from the water’s womb, whole and ravenous. At first she tried to eat fish, but the hunger continued unchecked, grew and grew. Her eyes, once a golden brown, now a deep dark blue from one corner to the other, searched and searched for a meal that would sate her hunger.

Her gaze swept, and stopped, sensing a meal, a boat on the water. The siren did not know yet what her voice could do, was too mindless with hunger to explore the gifts the ocean had bestowed. It was a fishing boat, low in the water, a net cast over the side. The woman grabbed the net, pulling with inhuman strength. she almost pulled the man from the boat before he could cast the net away. It was not enough to keep her at bay. The new siren sank talons into the boat, pulling herself up enough to dig her claws into the man’s ankle and drag him into the water. The man screamed, but he was alone on the water that day. He received no soothing song, no gentleness from her. He was still screaming as she sank her teeth into his arm, tearing flesh, swallowing bone and muscle. Each bine brought further relief, the blood in the water only pushing her like an aphrodisiac to another bite. Another. Another. The screaming didn’t stop until she had taken his whole right arm, three bites from his abdomen, and had begun tearing flesh from his neck and face. She had fully devoured him in under an hour.

It wasn’t enough. Her hunger was dulled enough to realize what she had just done, that she had eaten a human, what she had been so recently. She was still hungry, though, and the thought of doing it again tormented her. It sickened her. Even worse that she could sense another boat on the water, another man fishing. She cried, begged the ocean to take away the hunger, but the ocean could not. It was her crying the man heard, the sound close enough to what would become a song that it clawed its way into his man. the siren felt it, too, felt drawn to him. This was the first time a siren used a song to hunt, hunger overriding her grief but not frenzied enough for a mindless attack. She approached, singing, and lured him from the boat. She dragged him under, She continued singing to him as they sank further and further, her new tail wrapped around his legs. This time, she snapped his neck before devouring him.

Hunger now sated, the woman was distraught, begging the ocean again to make it go away, or let her die. So, the ocean did the only thing it could. It made the woman forget. Over the next week, the woman lost all memories of being human, of being anything other than a siren. Then, the woman was happy. She reveled in her life with the ocean, and every three months, she sang a man to his death.

Eventually, though, the siren grew lonely. The ocean was so enrapture with its daughter, and so resolved to look for another candidate. It was during this time that the merfolk were created, the ocean trying to create a new life instead of modifying a human. But the merfolk were afraid of the sire, afraid of what she could do. So, the ocean resolved to create another siren. There was no shortage of people lost to the sea, but the woman’s experience had given the ocean a preference for women. It waited until a woman was thrown into the sea, blamed by the men in her village for the death of several crops. The ocean asked, and she accepted. She too was enveloped in the womb of the water, and changed. This woman had scales of deep green, pearlescent in the sun, fins varying shades of green. She, too began to forget her life after her first hunt.

The two sirens were insperable, spending every moment together. The first time they hunted together, they discovered the pleasure they could bring one another, tailed wrapped tightly together, blood still lingering in the water as they clung to one another.

Over the years, the ocean was pleased to see that, as long as they continued to hunt, the sirens were immortal. It continued to create sirens, women unjustly thrust into the arms of the water. It never forced the change on them, always asked, and it loves each siren beyond measure.

#( meta ) kyrie thelxipea #( about ) kyrie thelxipea #( hc ) kyrie thelxipea #. this was going to be the original creation and like a breakdown of how the rebirth happened #.but the original creation got too long #.so the rebirth will be a different meta

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thefoodarchivist · 7 years

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Hers: Vegan 'Fishless fingers' with a baked potato 🥔 and veggies (excited to try these)

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gcmblingdice · 4 years

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Guess what bitches. I went through Mt. Gulg which is where my body claim for Du’ana is from. I got some pretty as fuck screenshots so below is my crying. read more if you want. i just love my OCs and will take every chance to actually talk about them.

i’d like to state that after much thinking and while writing a reply, i’d like to think she is more than part goddess, as demi-god implies they have a human or non godlike parent. What if her mother was a succubus? Would explain a lot actually. As for her voice, I already explained via a post about how Intoners [the original insperation for Du’ana] had an ability with their voice to do shit. Which is part of her basic wiring in terms of how she controls people. Her voice is hypnotic enough to lure people to their doom. I also very much want to subscribe to the idea that her voice is her “goddess” power. Again as mentioned in that post through sheer vocalizations it is very possible Du’ana could make or break a city or even people.

When she feasts on souls I had written this:

She does, however, require the souls of others to survive and uses her haunting voice to lure poor fools to her before she ensares them in her spell, turning them blind to all others besides herself. Upon which she lets out a peircing, psychotic shriek of laughter, which summons forth a circle of light around her soon to be meal, the light peircing their body to strip away all but the soul, which she consumes. There is no body or trace left. The demi goddess is filled and sated and awaits for her next meal.

I am now retconning that and saying instead thats how she uses her powers. The circle of light is her summoning her energies to create instead of devouring her victims. She devours her victims through sex and through touch, sapping their life and energy in quantities.

I will be keeping though, that her voice and those under her spell, become only fixated upon her and become psychotic in their fervent worship, eventually forgoing their own needs to satisfy her own. she sucks on their soul and their life force for days or weeks and becomes greedy, so she is often looking for more worshipers. I’d like to think the other Gods and Goddesses [and those who fall under such categories] probably put a stop to her, which is why she is killed and her soul was held for eons in the reincarnation wheel before being reborn into who she is today.

That being said, below is screenshots of her once home.

That some fancy shit right there. Pre-famous civilizations. i’ve no doubt they were majestic and grand. Created by magic no doubt.

#ooc #muse: du'ana #world building: du'ana #about du'ana

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holytoiletbowl-blog · 5 years

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my bible

im sitting her alone.. in my bathroom alone..

just me

and this toilet.. bowl toilet.. ... who came up with such an invention? such a word? yeah.. i go to the bathroom how do you get toilet from that?

see im real... im real hipster, real insperational real artistical because i wear a hat .. artistic famous rich hm! original we all use a toiletbowl you get it now?

i look at this toiletbowl and i think this porcelain god we worship you we need you without you! we are shit

S-H-I-T S-TANDING H-OLY I-N T-RISHA

im only holy with holy ghost who is awesome jesus my savior who awesome is the son of god creator of the universe creator of the.. toilet.. bowl

i think about when i last used this toiletbowl...

see im embarrassed to admit but i might aswell quit if i cant be honest... with this shit that i took in this toiletbowl i took a shit in the toilet bowl and you know what? you do it too you do it too but see you this this this last movement a bawl??? i almost have to howl and then i scowl and then i think

from this toiletbowl i would drink if i just could release this shit but i get so much shit in life so much shit in life and that piece of shit just took off of me see its not who you think i see its a piece of shit that doesnt even know me

he know me as a friend of the best fi-end because of this toiletbowl see now before i expose i go to the bowl and i hose it out into my.. nose and i breathe a toiletbowl in.. to my body becaused this knows my body this where my body goes after a meal ... after i make love you go to the bowl oh

see a toiletbowl is so much more than holding your... shit or piss a toiletbowl knows this! it knows your secret it cannot miss! your truth inside *SLAP* HRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ha..hhaahaa it knows the truth h it holds your butt you come and you sit and you a intimate with the toilet ...bowl

see, people smoke bowls they eat out of bowls but this bowl... youre intimate with and you have been intimate with the toiletbowl and he knows me! he knows me but yet he destroys me! why! do you! destroy me! do you insist! at making me crazy? is this where i end? a crazy? ..hhhrugh ... ... .... .. ..... ... ..... .. ....... but we keep letting eachother go. you dont wanna let me go and i dont wanna let you go so we go this path before hgruugh till death do us part but even after after death after you die.. you shit yourself. (!)

toiletbowls live forever i wanna live forever but i wont live forever when i come back in this life i dont care about having children or people i... i cant... but i will live forever and in forever you will live in me and together we will live together i will hold all your secrets forever and we'll be intimate forever when i come back as a toilet bowl.

#spokenword #trisha paytas #toilet #christianity #religion #bowl #bowls #holy #shitpost #next life #dreams #jesus #god

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When I’m With You I’m Home- Part 1

Anonymous: 11+15+73+81 for lance reuniting with an s/o he left on earth

11) “Wow, you look… amazing.”

15) ““When I’m with you, I’m home.”

73) ““Please don’t say goodbye.”

81) “Come with me.”

Word Count: ALOT

Who: Lance x Reader

Warnings: Nope clean fluff- one cuss word (H E Double Hockey Sticks)

Hope you enjoy!!!

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“Bye, Auntie!”

“Bye, y/n, be back before sundown- I dont want you out in the dark!”

“Alrightie- byeeee!”

You closed the door of the small house you and your aunt shared, then closing the gate in front. FOr some reason that gate never closed right, leaving a loud bang of metal behind you.

You walked quickly off your steps, reaching for your surfboard as you sprint down to the ocean.

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Your house was very close to the ocean, a 5 minute walk at the most. Today was one of those blissful days; no tourists, no surfer guys trying to grab your attention- complete and utter calm.

You sat on the warm sand, relishing the feeling of scrunching your toes in the softness. You were wearing a “Coca Cola” crop top, which you took off for the long day ahead. You wore your traiditonal bathing suit, a white halter top bikini set. You tied your hair up into a quick bun (which you knew would come out during a wipe out), strapped the board to your ankle, and rain for the waves.

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Surfing took your mind off everything. Off the “accident.” The sorrow your town still felt, even though it had happened a year and a half ago. You still saw the McClains’ to this day, and seeing their smiles etched still with pain hurt you more than the fact everyone “pretended” Lance was alive even though they secretly gossiped that he was dead. It reminded you that you were just like them: still hurting.

Lance and you had been friends since childhood, running with sticks, pretending they were lightsabers and running after lizards. You guys were inspereable. He was the one who taught you how to surf. You were the one who introduced him to space. The whole neighborhood used to tease you two when you were young calling LAnce your “Little Lover” and you his “Little Miss.” You both pretended you hated it, looking at each other in disgust. You usual reaction was to give him a dirty look and say “HIm?” UGHHHHHH!”, and to make a barfing noise. LAnce’s usual thing was puff out his chest and say, “Me and her? Nuh uh, Im a bachelor- I got to many ladies to pick through!”

Forever it was like that- pretending to only be friends, until the day you two began to grow up, seeing not their chilldhood friend but a crush.

Both you and Lance enrolled into the Garrison, and you both got in. You waited to open up your GArrison letters together, and you to met at the beach, ripping up your letters feverishly. You pulled out the acceptance letters and you both screamed in glee. Lance had grabbed your hand, making you dance in the wet sand as waves lapped at your feet, him still screaming and you laughing out of glee.

Then came the “Congratulation” parties, then the Going Away parties, then off to the Garrison you went.

You had excpected to be in Lance’s team (being the engineer), but you didnt. You two were upset- but quickly got over it saying- “Its for the best. We gotta part ways some days Feo.” You used his nickname on him, and he laughed nervously. But Lance began to drift away, and as hard as you tried to keep him with you- you couldnt. His new friends, and his rivalry with Keith was keeping him to busy to be with you, and you began to not love LAnce but despise him. He kept running off, getting people in trouble, and he wasnt being the same. HUnk and Pidge were nice, you had classes with them, so they weren’t the issue.

You confronted LAnce one night, the very night he disappeared. Your bottled up emotions exploded when he told you he was sneaking off outside the GArrison.

“So, your just going to leave?! Because Lance does what he wants, when he wants to, huh?” you yelled glaring at him.

“I dont need you to tell me what I cant or cant do! You dont control me!”

“You’re being an idiot, Lance!”

“Your just jealous Im doing better than you! You don't want to see me do well and have fun- you didnt help me when Keith was being a jerk, because you know Im more talented, more social, and more fun than you are! You barely have friends, while everyone knows my name!”

“First of all-” you know what, forget it you wouldnt understand!” you felt tears pickling your eyes. “Just go.”

Lance knew you like the back of his hand- he knows when he over stepped it.

“Wait- y/n, Im sorry, i didnt really-”

“JUST GO!” you looked up at him, letting you tears run freely, and you walked to your room, and slammed the door, sliding down against it, and broke down.

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You replayed this moment for the millionth time as you sat on your surfboard, where the waves were calm.

You felt guilty for that night, feeling it was your fault for pushing LAnce away. You saw LAnce’s rivalry with Keith as stupid, knowing Keith was a better pilot, but didnt want to hurt your friend’s feelings by telling him that. He started to get mad and wanted somebody to listen after you would change the subject quickly when he brought it up, so he started talking to Hunk, who was to nice NOT to listen. You had no friends (besides maybe Pidge and HUnk) because you were so busy trying to get back LAnce, even though he kept brushing you off. You felt you had lost your best friend, and maybe it could have been something more. It wasnt your fault, you knew that, but- you wished you had done something different. Didnt deal with him like that.

The waves calmed you. Bittersweet moments like this came back to you, and little moments with LAnce you treasured. The times you would trip on cracks in the road when you were little, and he was the one that bandaged your cuts. The time your were Leia and he was Han for Halloween. The time he surprised you with a birthday cake for your birthday, but had forgotten to add sugar, and in an attempt to cover up the very flat cake had put globs of icing as big as ice cream scoops all over. You smiled at this one, remembering how the taste was so terrible that you spit the cake out in his face, and he was running around grossed out of his mind with half eaten cake all over his front while you sat laughing so hard your stomach hurt for hours after the incident.

You felt a tear roll off your cheek. You wiped it away. Remembering hurt, but forgetting would hurt worse.

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The sun began to set, and you realized you had to go home.

You sighed, because everything was perfect- the sand was cast in a golden honey glow as the sun began to lay upon the horizon. The water was being colored not blue, but soft shades of baby pink, fiery red, and hibiscus orange. The air was cool, and the smell of sea salt filled your noise.

The day had been a long one. You did have some wipe outs, which made your your hair turn into loose ringlets from the sea salt. You brushed your hair to the side, and began to pick up your things until-

A faint sound of a purr came over you, something was flying-you gasped, seeing a blue robotic lion fly past your head and to the far side of the beach.

You gasped. It couldn’t be-

You began to fast walk cautiously to the giant cat. Was it really him? How the hell is he here? Where has he been? Is it really him?

You saw the lion, far off, beginning to crouch. It opened its large mouth, and you saw a man clawed in blue armor step out-he was paler than before, his hair was longer, but it had to be-

“LANCE!” you screamed, realizing who was in front of you. You broke into a run, trying to catch your footing on the sand. You saw him turn to face you, and you were close enough know to see his face break into a huge smile.

“Y/N!!!” He screamed back, breaking into a run just like yours.

You grabbed each other, and held on tight. Loads of questions began to fill your mouth, and all Lance could do was repeat, “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you guys so much!” Into your hair.

“Lance where have you been, everyone’s been worried sick, I’ve missed you, I thought you were dead, what happened, God I wanted to say sorry to you for so long- Ive MISSED YOU!” You wanted to cry- the thing you wanted most was back in your life: Lance was back.

He spun you in the air, like he did so many years ago on the day you were accepted into the Garrison. You both laughed, and you stayed there, him holding your waist, and you having your hands wrapped around his neck.

“I’ve missed you a lot Lance…” you smiled softly, putting your forehead on his. The butterflies came back, tickling your stomach gently.

“I’ve missed you a lot too y/n- I’ve always wanted to tell you something and I was always too scared to- but I realized life’s too quick to keep stuff to yourself.”

You were hanging on to his every word, anticipating what he’d say. He looked nervous, almost embarrassed to say what he was trying to tell you, and that made the butterflies fly around in your stomach more fiercely than before.

“I like you y/n, like a lot, and I know you probably-“

In a spurt of courage and happiness, you grabbed his face and kissed him.

Sparks flew- he tasted like cherries, you tasted like salt water.

You pulled apart, realizing your feet were back in the sand again- “Wow”, LAnce said breathlessly.

You chuckled softly, watching his light blue eyes turn indigo in the Cuban sunset.

Realization hit him, noticing you were only in your bathing suit.

“Wow, you look amazing,” he didn’t say this in his flirty voice, he didn’t mean it like that- it shocked you to hear he was genuinely complimenting you (for once).

And you did. You found surfing was your outlet to deal with Lance’s dissapaperance. But it wasn’t always like this though. For a long time, the grief of Lance cost you to kind of give up. The Garrison brought back to many painful memories, so you left. When you got back home, that brought me memories to; you stayed in your room, you didn’t come out for meals- it was like you disappeared too. But in an attempt to bring you back, your Aunt lovingly locked you out of the house and told you not to come back until you did something OUTSIDE of your room. You sat on the ground for a while, confused on what to do: it had been awhile since you had been outside. You opened your garage, and saw Lances blue and white surfboard- he had left it at your house before leaving- you grabbed it, feeling a surge of new found energy. You grabbed it and ran to the ocean.

You got addicted- your aunt almost called the police one night because she thought you got kidnapped- but she went down to ocean and found you there, swimming in the pitch black waves. She literally almost had a heart attack- but she knows better than to stop you. It helps you.

Now your muscles were taught, your personality was back, and you could think clearer than before.

“Im glad your home,” you say softly, putting your head in the crook of his neck.

“When Im with you…. Im home,” he replied, holding you tightly and stroking your hair.

You breathing hitched, hearing these few words that meant everything, but you breathed out again and smiled.

Realization swarmed you, your smile turned straight,, and you pushed off his body. LAnce was shocked and confused, and you shouted, “Where have you been?”

Lance’s blush deepened, and he scratched his neck- “Well, um- its kind of a long sto-”

“Getting busy over there LAnce?” a voice taunted in front of you; the voice was undefiable as male or female- but you recognized it at once.

“Wait is that- PIDGE?”

Part 2 comin soon!

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thewannaberunner · 5 years

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🚴‍♂️ #BikeRide 🚴‍♂️ Its @fort4fitness half marathon week so tampering down after yesterday's run and went for a brisk ride tonight then I'll do some static hip exercises before meal preparation for the week. Cleared my mind and am thinking I'll shoot for 2:04:00 or faster Saturday. I had an awesome 2:09:00 half in May during a rainstorm in Indianapolis and was not even trying so if I can keep a sub 10 minute mile I'm golden. The great thing about this race is I get to sleep in my own bed the night before after running the final kids marathon mile with my daughter. "Life is good...Runnings better!" ✊*****✊*****✊*****✊*****✊ #FortWayneIndiana #RunTheFort #UBHM #_LoveRunning #RunRunRun #WLSInsperation #Lifeisgood #Runner #LoveToRun #WLSInstacrew #Love2Run #FWARunner #IndianaRunner #Run #HalfMarathontraining #HalfMarathonWeek #FitOver45 #RunnerDude #DuodenalSwitchRunner #DuodenalSwitch #Insperation #weightlosssurgeryjourney (at Shannonside, Fort Wayne, Indiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2u4eubHOXL/?igshid=12qu63vwpc3n9

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thisfoodieblogs · 3 years

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Chorizo and cheese penne with garlicky greens.

So tasty, cheesey with a lovely smokey flavour from the chorizo. Serves 2. 934cals per serving.

Ingredients-

150g Green Beans

1 Shallot

2 Garlic Cloves

60g Cheddar Cheese

200g Penne Pasta

60g Chorizo

25g Panko Breadcrumbs

16g Flour

1 chicken stock pot

150g Creme Fraiche

1 tbsp Dried Oregano

Olive oil

200ml Water

Step 1- Preheat your oven to 200°C. Put a kettle on to boil. Trim the green beans. Halve, peel and thinly slice the shallot. Grate the cheese. Add the penne to a saucepan and cover with the boiled water, simmer until cooked. Drain and pop back into the pan,stir through a little oil to stop it sticking together.

Step 2- Heat a drizzle of oil in a frying pan on medium-high heat. Once the oil is hot, add the chorizo and stir-fry until it releases its lovely red oil. Pour the chorizo and all its oil into a bowl and add the breadcrumbs and about a tbsp of olive oil. Add a grind of pepper, stir to coat the crumbs in the oil and leave to the side.

Step 3- Put your frying pan back on medium-high heat. Add a drizzle of oil and the shallot. Stir-fry until the shallot is soft, then stir in the flour. Cook until it forms a paste consistency. Gradually stir in the water and the stock paste. Bring to the boil, stir and simmer until thickened. Stir in the creme fraiche, then remove from the heat.

Step 4- Add the dried oregano and cheddar to the sauce and stir until the cheese is melted. Taste and add and pepper if it needs it. Add the pasta to the sauce and stir to combine with a splash of water to loosen if you need to. Pour into an ovenproof dish. Sprinkle the chorizo crumb evenly over the top, then bake on the top shelf of your oven until the crumbs are golden. Once cooked, remove from your oven.

Step 5- Add a drizzle of oil to a frying pan and once hot, add the green beans and stir-fry until starting to char, 2-3 mins. Stir in the garlic, turn the heat down to medium and cook for 1 min. Then add a splash of water and immediately cover with a lid or some foil. Allow to cook until the beans are tender. Remove the pan from the heat.

Step 6- Divide the beans and pasta between plates and enjoy.

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biglipsbigmouth · 6 years

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✨ SPAGHETTI SQUASH 🍝 TURKEY MEATBALLS ✨ _ I was inspired by @fitslowcookerqueen recent post and had to try it for myself. This meal was made in the #crockpot and it so easy yet so decadent! I’m thinking this might be a regular dinner item. =================================== #foodbie#chef#cooking#homemade#fromscratch#mealprep#crockpotmeals#spaghettisquash#turkeymeatballs#lowcarb#easymeal#goodeats#healthierchoices#glutenfree#vegetablepacked#food#foodporn#passion#foodie#slowcooker#dinner#dinnertime#yummy#letseat#treatyoself#friday#insperation (at Los Angeles, California)

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helenrudd562-blog · 7 years

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Ways to Put A Table.

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andersonspahn-blog · 7 years

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Toss A Block Gathering.

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