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neverevan · 8 months

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Fuck It Friday ☔️

I was tagged by the lovely @daffi-990 thank you✨

Okay, so I hit a little bit a of a snag with the mudslide fic because I keep adding stuff to the second half of the story, but I haven't actually outlined them yet, so my notes are a bit of a mess right now. However I finally finished the most difficult part of the whole fic and also passed 31k, so I thought I give you some more of Eddie's POV, now with a side of Bosko hehe

This bit is not actually, but chronologically comes after this snippet

(Also did I accidentally make faith the main motif of this fic? Who's to say... but yes, I absolutely did.)

“So you're really not gonna tell me what's going on with you and Buckley?” Bosko sidled up to him, pulling an exasperated grunt out of Eddie. “There's nothing going on.” He hissed as quietly as he could while still staying menacing enough to get her to drop it. It didn't work. “Sure,” Bosko snorted, “that's why you were all huddling and cuddling before coming to the tent.” “It's not– It's not like that.” Eddie closed his eyes briefly. He couldn't believe he was having this conversation, let alone having it with Lena Bosko of all people. “Buck is just… I don't know, he says he's got a bad feeling.” “Hah, ‘cause that's new.” “That's what I told him!” Eddie spread his arms before sagging his shoulders again. “But I don't think it was working. I've got no idea what's gotten into him…” “Who knows, he seemed pretty spooked. Maybe he just wanted you to comfort him.” She shrugged as they reached the truck assigned to their team. “Buckley looks like the typa’ guy who’d be into the whole passionate hugging before heading off to battle and shit.” “Funny.” Eddie levelled her with a dry look as he climbed into the rig. “And this is not a battle.” “No? ‘Cause it kinda looks like we have a hell of a fight ahead of us.” Bosko’s voice was serious now as her eyes scouted over the section of the road where they were headed. “Yeah.” Eddie sighed in agreement as he followed her gaze. He hated to admit it, but Buck’s sense of doom might've been contagious.

💛 some no pressure tags: @forthewolves @eddiediaztho @jesuisici33 @callaplums @ladydorian05 @disasterbuckdiaz

#I love Lena Bosko and I'm about to make it everyone's problem #she's perceptive and these fools are just way too transparent #well to anyone who isn't them that is #anyway I'm so fcking glad that I'm done with this section because it was just haaard #and now I can move onto the more sappy and tension filled part hehe #just have to sort my stuff first ugh #buddie #911 #the mudslide fic #wip

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ramayantika · 1 year

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–✦– 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙍𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 –✦–

Reflection in the Mirror

Please note that this is only the end for the first part of the series. There are so many rishikas, apsaras, and divine women who have inspired me and been with me all this while, so they too deserve their own tales. But for now, I want to end these goddesses, rishikas and women series so that I can keep track and save them. To be honest, this started off purely out of spite when I saw comments and mean DMs to girls who were plainly stating their achievements regarding how they did it or when they were simply stating the obvious fact that a woman in India is looked upon as a form of the goddess.

These men (except some gems) were like you all are sluts who claim to be goddesses and the same women chi women tea and shit. This series was my reminder that no matter what the goddesses won't give a fuck about shit men like this, and certainly not their spouses. So here's an end tribute to these goddesses and rishikas with a light mention of the future stories I shall post soon because I do have an idea about what I want ;)

Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri Saraswati Rati Aditi

I stare hard at the mirror. If my brother saw the depth and sharpness of my gaze, he would start quivering. I am the soft elder sister of the family who loves kids, dances around the house, and speaks sweetly. But Maa Durga knows I carry Kali's fierceness in my heart. Maa Durga bestowed her strength in my bones. How else did he see my fight with that big bully for him?

The day I was born, my father got a promotion. Maa cheerfully tells me that I had blessed the home as my sakhi, the goddess of wealth and prosperity Lakshmi. When they think, she is the goddess of priceless treasure and money, I remind them that this wealth is also the food and good luck bestowed on me and on the house. I was named after prosperity and good luck, just like my goddess friend. My grandparents called me devi. I am still called devi during navaratri, and these men who have prayed to the goddess only for these selfish needs have the nerve to say that I do not carry the goddesses inside me?

I stare hard at the mirror. Lakshmi keeps her arm around my shoulder. Maa Durga stands just behind me and beside her is the fierce dark goddess Kali, who smiles benevolently.

With a wine coloured hue, I see the goddess of love, Rati enter the mirror, and tuck a loose strand behind my ear. She winks and waves her fingers at me, with a proud smile on my face as I wear a red lipstick again. I have known the lustful gaze of men over my form who think they could easily have me and bend me according to their whims and fantasies. They think they can shame me for my beauty and grace when my form has been blessed by the goddess herself.

And when you possess beauty, they think, the lovely maiden has no brain to go with. I see Rishika Gargi, Lopamudra, and Maitreyi enter the reflection, their faces shinning with the immense amount of penance for knowledge and wisdom. Someday, I aspire to reach an ounce of their knowledge. They look at the pearl bracelet on my wrist and look behind to welcome the goddess who narrated me the wisdom being pearls, Devi Saraswati. She pulls a string of her divine veena, and everybody bows down to her.

On a glorious chariot arrives the goddess who told me to keep my head held high, and emerge as strong as the sun, the one who reminded me that after the darkest of nights come the brightest of days, Devi Usha. She pats my head, and tells me that she is proud of me. She has seen me grow into a woman who is still far from perfect, still committing silly mistakes, but a woman in learning -- a woman who keeps desiring to refine herself who understood that mistakes, despair and failures help you grow.

Following her sister's trail comes the silent witness to my journey, the goddess who showed me the hidden magic of the night and provided me the comfort of the moon and the stars on days that were too difficult to pass by. She is Devi Ratri. She still wears the dress woven of stars and celestial elements making her the sparkling queen of the night. She looks back at me from the mirror, her gaze proud and strong, and if I am not wrong, a sisterly gaze in them.

Draupadi enters the room and playfully opens my hair. She has brought a bunch of jasmine flowers and weaves them through my hair. Her laughs sounds music to my ears. If I haven't told you all then listen now. The first tale, I heard in my childhood was the story of the queen of Indraprastha. The divine dark beauty, the cherished wife of the Pandavas was the one whom I carried in my heart for long to remind myself that if a queen could overcome tremendous difficulties and pains in life, I could do too. You can do it too.

A beautiful flute music makes all our heads turn at the teenaged girl. Donning pink and red robes with flower jewellery adorning her form, I see Radha smiling and waving at the goddesses and rishikas in the mirror. She pats my cheek and beams at me. She was the forgotten friend, but god, she never forgot me. She is the shining beacon of true friendship and unconditional love.

As a child, I got lost in a forest. My family grew petrified. A young child getting lost in the forest. What if someone took her away? They forgot that Aranyani, the lost goddess now exists in the lush green hilly forests. She nurtures the animals, be it prey or predator. She nurtures the wild shrubs and fruit giving trees. She keeps medicinal plants in the heart of the forest, so any poisoned or injured child of hers could be saved in the deep forest.

How can I forget the apsaras, divine celestial woman who have been misjudged so much? Apsaras were the beautiful ladies who came alive through my comic books into my dance classes. They taught me how to dance your heart out. They taught me how to move agile as a deer; how to have a sharp gaze to disarm the audience; how to dance like the gods; how to dance until nothing remains but dance. Menaka, Urvashi and Rambha, the main trio very popularly known in folk tales and dancing texts have danced with me. They still do. I carry their grace in my movements as I practice for hours. I know the beauty I carry in sweaty flushed faces and tired limbs, while embodying the fiery passion for a beautiful artform. Alas, how could you ever understand them or even my heart, and my practice? Here they are stretching again for another evening to practice with me and teach me their skills.

Sita, the woman who needs no introduction whose mere mention leads to pride soaring in the hearts of us womenfolk. She garlands me with fresh sweet-smelling flowers around my neck. Her serene face fills me with silent strength and support that sometimes you don't have to fight your battles out loud. Strength doesn't have to be physical. Sometimes she sits beside me in her forest robes to tell me about cute birds and their language. And for moments where I need to learn how to battle on the front without weapons, she comes in dressed as a queen fit for the throne, born with resilience just like Bhu Devi, and imparts the lesson to me.

With battles, I remember the warrior queen of Dwarka, Murari's Bhama. She walks in holding her bow, looking as regal like the queen she is. I remember her first appearance in a dream to know her, to write about her. She was a queen who sang to me about the lost kingdom of Dwaraka, whose glories are still sung, but now lie submerged under deep waters of the sea. She emerged from the lost kingdom and told me her story. Once again misjudged like several other women for not being docile and submissive, but being aware of her own sense of self and pride which got translated to arrogance by many. Satyabhama stands in the mirror, beside me, holding fire in her gaze and steady fingers on the bow she proudly owns.

Countless of other deities, and divine women and scholars join me in front of the mirror. Their faces glow with strength, power and centuries of wisdom. This is enough proof to know that each of them reside in every body, but for us women, we have a more intimate connection with out sister and motherly goddesses. Menfolk can call us prideful and arrogant, but these goddesses and divinities never have kept us below them. We stand with them as equals, as warriors, lovers, teachers, mothers and nurturers. This eternal bond of womanhood connects us alike. It's a pity to make some of these men understand.

Lastly, they merge into one, and I see myself as the only girl standing in front of the mirror.

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Thank you for reading this till the end. It's not really an end because we still have too many tales to share. I am really glad that some of these stories resonated with you and you found solace in them. It's not me it's the goddesses work. Anyway hope you all have a blessed day! Love you ❤

#samridhi writes #phewwwww #the first part is done #I will go on a little break after June on a vacation sort off and start of some serious dancing and choreographing #it's going to be a free plus busy work month ahead hopefully I get some form of confirmation of a college.#that way I wouldn't have a fear at the back of my head anyway good luck #Also thank you everyone for reading this #indian goddess #desiblr #stories

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bumblingbabooshka · 2 years

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Tuvok-Chakotay dynamic should have gone from two people who are always poking at one another to two people who are always joking with one another - in both cases this is an unspoken thing. They’re playing a game of chicken that gets steadily less hostile. From “I’m not trying to be difficult here.” (lie) to “I’m not trying to be funny here.” (lie)

#let Tuvok have relationships outside of being a mentor to others #let him be so annoying and accidentally have fun #also I believe in this platonically like the show could have really done this canonically if they cared to #but also lets step into my smooth and brilliant mind for a second and consider them kissing about this #A trait of Tuvok's that I like is that he likes teasing people and giving them a hard time...being difficult for the sake of it #(when it doesn't matter of course) and I think if Chakotay discovered that he'd love it bc he is also shown to like that sort of thing #Tuvok and Chakotay having a conversation that they're pretending is serious but is 90% joking around ... yeah -nodnodnod-#The two of them just trying to be barely civil to one another ... Chakotay especially bc that's the woman he likes' bff ... but then #becoming actual friends (or more - both options please me equally) with one another outside of Janeway.... yeah!! -nodnodnod-#[VERY OFF TOPIC] Wouldn't it be funny if Chakotay finally kissed Tuvok and when he opened his eyes slightly to see what Tuvok looked like #Tuvok was just staring at him with his eyes fully open and Chakotay first was startled but then just couldn't stop laughing....#w HY are your eyes open.....(Why did you close yours?)#Tuvok and T'Pel stare at one another while kissing he doesn't know why humans close their eyes when doing their spitty gross version #<- that isn't part of this post I just didn't want to make a whole other post about it (embarrassed)#st voyager #Tuvok #Chakotay

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doctorwhoisadhd · 2 months

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there's a certain quality the harmonies of like... early to mid 2000s alt rock has. which i am obsessed with... like i wanna do that. i NEED to figure out how to write harmonies that sound like that

#ari opinion hour #i sort of understand it but not necessarily well enough to do it on command #i think i sort of achieved the sound of it with my blaseball winter exchange song i did for snow but specifically only in the very last bit #like only with the 'im not alive anymore' part #(which sidenote i wish id had the second half faster + w more drive but its not like that was like a full recording which i could do)#i think i just need my music to have more teeth in general cause it scratches an itch that i think i must have developed due to some aspect #of music school. its probably my dissatisfaction with the attitudes in the classical world #<- which understand i say that in the same way that like my jazz prof does. the classical world doesnt have enough teeth nor enough #understanding of the way in which music is like. another art. and art needs to be able to have teeth and use elements normally regarded as #''undesirable'' on purpose because art is there to make you feel emotions and not just the positive ones and not just sadness or anger in #terms of the negative ones #art is there to make u feel ALL extant emotions and that includes boredom disgust fear jealousy pity cowardice apathy overwhelmedness etc #also the classical world i find often forgets what the word ''play'' means #i am of the opinion that perfection is a waste of time if i wanted perfect i'd ask a computer to do it for me. i want real #anyway. i forgot what this post was even about lol point is i need to figure out how to write harmonies that have that soaring quality that #like. you can hear it in like helena by mcr and wake me up by evanescence and stuff. and frankly most of the songs on three cheers for swee #revenge which i am listening to now for the first time. i need to learn more about this stuff maybe ill listen to the evanescence album tha #song is from next.#or something i should really be working on my essay but theres no way i wont have it done in time which is good i think i just mostly have #to worry about sources and stuff but even that should be relatively easy i think

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branches-of-time · 10 months

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not me laying here in bed at 5:59am listening to Francesca on loop and full-on crying about how much i love Venti

#heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i #venti #barbatos #genshin impact #francesca by hozier #Seven’s Genshin Commentary #they’re good tears don’t worry. this is a positive post #it’s been nearly two years and the love i hold in my heart for that little God has done nothing but grow and grow #i know this blog’s been dead for quite a while and i haven’t written anything for him in a while but the love never died #i suspect it never will. he’s one of those characers that’ll probably (hopefully) stick with me forever #but good god this song is really making me want to write for Venti again #maybe a sort-of part two(?) for I Lost A Friend…#i was so fixated on a different character when i first heard this song that there wasn’t room in my brain to connect it to Venti #but recently something made me think of the song in the context of Venti #specifically how well it fits for Saoirse and Venti in This Is Unconditional…#i’ve gotta go…#*wipes my tears and opens a google doc*

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healingheartdogs · 2 years

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NGL, it is very mindboggling to me as a person coming from a police and commercial detection dog training background that so many people who do nosework seem to struggle with imprinting? Like I see it brought up frequently as one of the most common challenges people have and want webinars or classes for, and I’m like... but that’s the easiest part of detection???

#which also seems to imply that nosework people aren't taking any pointers from actual detection dog training too which I find odd #because imprinting is a non-issue for working detection dog training #it's like the first easy step that you breeze past and is mostly done in the form of playing games #not even involving any sort of formal training setup or clicker or often even treats because the play is the training and the reward #unless you have a dog who is significantly more motivated by food than play in which case food rewards might be used #not to like downplay the struggle of people who are having issues with imprinting I'm just very curious *why*#like what is the piece that nosework trainers or classes are missing that is leading people to struggle with it so often?#is it the method they're using? the equipment? is it missing base knowledge on how scent works scientifically and how dogs imprint on scent #maybe I'll take some nosework classes one day to see more of what things look like on the sport side and why those issues keep popping up #my suspicion is that it is mostly method and equipment #causing cross contamination issues for imprinting and causing people to expect the imprinting to be successful before that's feasible #basically rushing it and not having enough direct in-nose-and-mouth target odor contact before moving on to searching and alert shaping #I'm just rambling because detection is a special interest of mine don't mind me #if you ever want me to talk forever and never shut up ask me about detection dog training lol #OH also trying to imprint multiple odors at the same time #i bet thats a part of the problem #i see posts with people talking about inteoducing 3 or 4 odors in one session sometimes and am like??????#imprint one odor completely then start the next one or at least keep them confined to separate sessions

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keeps-ache · 9 days

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ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]

#just me hi #i'm going to get right back to it but i need to complain or i'll turn into a stale loaf of Bread lmao :3👍#so here it is. why's it gotta be so hard hhghfh #okay buildings suck i hate buildings. but also they don't make me want to immediately explode at the merest hint of actually drawing them #vehicles?? Vehicles ???? i am going to just. what if i just put everyone in magical cardboard boxes and did that huh. what is the point !!#i have to draw motorcyclessss and carssssss and i'm okay with bikes to a degree actually <3 and horsessssssss and truckssssssssssss #god forbid you pick an older model with like 20 articles on it cuz most of them are going to only have a side profile and 3/4s view of that #dang thing. which yea sounds manageable 'why is this a problem keeps' i cannot properly see the FRONT #i have to guess?? i have to Guess ???? my dearest wish i think i'm just going to live in the sewers. with the sewer creatures #GGHHHHHHHHHHHH #i am going to practice drawing this stupid thing that i'm going to use for like 7 panels MAX and then i'm going to commit a FOUL crime. lik #rearranging someone's usual playlist without them knowing so they're confused every time they listen to it afterwards #//okay enough of that. we're good hbfhsfh :3 #i have done other things today ! i've actually made a rough timeline for pi.e so thaaaat's cool :D #that and found a cool artist to follow on pillowfort. i. forgor their user but they have cool art .w.#/also i'm past the halfway mark on this first chapter which is !!!#i don't want to jinx myself cuz i know i'm really good at that hfhsv - but i think i'll start storyboarding the next part if i can get a #couple more pages done :D #//also the cowboy au grows stronger everyday hhhgfshvbh #i kind of knew some sort of au was inevitable but i did not think it would be an old west one loll :3 #still trying to figure out the logistics #i wanna find some good historical fiction from those eras (1860s-70s) but i do not have the brain space for it rn fbhs - so this will do :>#it won't have any of the magic or gods i think bc of that but i'm having fun regardless :D #it Does have some occult though. because i was playing the story for my brother and i Do enjoy scaring him hhbvhfhsfvh #there are devils on the ranch!! or are they devils?? he hasn't gotten that far yet lol :>#//i also may have some sort of weird lean towards the spooky because Somehow each of my stories end up containing some sort of thriller #element?? lmao rip my siblings #but it never happens on purpose. again; rip my siblings hfhhvsh #//oo running out of tag space lol <//3 #i shall return. probably with more wip stuff cuz i started like 4 canvases in 2 days hhghghdvs - toodles !!

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zestyderg · 21 days

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Bits of debris flew in all different directions as Aster drilled into the rock surrounding the fossil they were cleaning.

Their hands were admittedly a bit shaky. Sure they did well with cleaning a few fake fossils to near perfection but now they had the real deal, their first true fossil, one they could keep.

The dinaurian carefully continued to clean as KL-33N observed with great curiosity. Aster was laser-focused on the task at hand, and remained silent despite the robot's praises or warnings.

More and more of the fossil revealed itself. First, it was just bits of white peeking out from cracks in its stony prison, not yet recognizable as any part of an extinct animal. Now, the unmistakable shape of a skull was visible, closer to being freed from the golden cliffside the austroraptor dinaurian had dug it out from.

A sharp little crack froze Aster up, pale feathers standing on end as they recoiled. Quickly, they inspected the fossil for obvious signs of damage.

"Careful!" KL-33N called out to them, leaning over to see what exactly Aster had done.

Much to the relief of alien and robot, the fossil seemed just fine. Aster had been whittling away at the area surrounding the dead beast's eyesocket, but no cracks were visible.

After that little scare, Aster went right back to diligently removing rock, occasionally blowing away any stray dust or dirt that proved to be an annoyance.

Before long the fossil had been cleaned entirely, and KL-33N spun around with glee as he congratulated Aster on a job well done.

"100%! A perfect score! Excellent work!"

The cleaning bot then looked over the large skull, long face and wide, toothless beak seemed to be enough info for KL-33N to identify it.

"An Ourano skull!" Before Aster could protest the robot gently scooped up the skull into metal claws and carefully deposited it into the revival machine. Aster trailed him in a worried manner.

The dinaurian watched him press a button on the odd contraption, and gazed with awe as electricity surrounded the skull.

"Commence revival!" KL-33N shouted.

Bright light obscured the fossil, and Aster's look of curious awe only grew as a large, sail-backed creature stood where the skull once was.

"The Ourano revival was successful!"

Aster couldn't help but glance down at their shirt, the valiant being portrayed on it was now standing in front of them. Though the one on the shirt and the one before them looked very similar, Aster's Ourano showed some differences.

The deep blue markings on the shirt Ourano did not match the desaturated purples on the living one, nor was the yellow of the shirt Ourano as vibrant as the newly revived one. The shirt Ourano did not have a body, so Aster couldn't say anything there, but they seemed to share the same bandage-like markings, and when the beast opened its eyes, they were unmistakably the same color as the shirt Ourano: a beautiful bright purple.

The Ourano blinked as it lowered its head to peer at Aster through the glass of the revival machine.

Aster slowly lifted their hand to touch the barrier separating them from the ornithopod.

"Uh... h-hello!" Aster greeted giddily. They hadn't realized just how hard their tail was wagging behind them. "I'm Aster, and... I'm going to be your friend!" They were practically bouncing in place now.

The Ourano trilled through a closed beak, nostrils flaring as it raised a hoof to touch Aster's clawed hand.

Aster eyed the very sharp looking spike protruding from the base of the hoof.

KL-33N tapped a monitor off to the side of the machine. Both vivosaur and dinaurian turned to look at the hovering robot, and Aster noticed a bunch of strange writing on its screen, writing that they could not read.

KL-33N pretended to clear his nonexistent throat before reading off the info to Aster, all of said info pertaining to the Ourano's stats and skills.

As they learned about Ourano's first skill, Fist Jab, Aster spared a glance at the thick hooves and the large spikes they were equipped with. Definitely deadly, they noted.

The vivosaur was surrounded by light again, and Aster wilted when it disappeared entirely. A slot on the machine popped open and KL-33N fished a small medal from it.

"Here you are, Aster," KL-33N began as he handed the medal to them, "Take good care of this vivosaur."

Aster gently ran their fluffy thumb over the striped rim of the medal, the Ourano's appearance engraved in the center, seemingly poised for battle.

Their vivosaur. They... had a vivosaur. They had been unsure about fossil battling, and quite frankly the idea still scared them a bit, but their heart already swelled with total adoration for the dinosaur, and if it, no, he, Aster decided, wanted to partake in fossil battling, would be strengthened by it, then Aster would not deny him that.

As they turned to leave, still staring intently at the dino medal, KL-33N spoke up one last time.

"If you don't mind me asking -BEEP-, do you have a name for your new friend?"

Aster looked over their shoulder at the cleaning bot.

"Yeah," they breathed, surprisingly confident.

"His name is Auron."

#zesty tries to write something #zesty's ramblings #zesty's ocs #Aster Dromeon #oh BOY ASTER IS FINALLY GETTING GOOD THINGS #if you're wondering if Aster had to pay to access that part of Rainbow Canyon: no #Joe felt bad about Aster being nearly murdered on his islands so he's making an exception for them as a sort of apology #they got lucky and unearthed an ourano skull first try! Auron's design is already done I'll post it later #oh yeah he's gonna need his own tag now #Auron the Ourano

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