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turtleblogatlast · 4 months

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Leo’s natural intuition and perceptiveness are so good and subtle but seen throughout the whole show many, many times. And it’s interesting to see how these natural characteristics of his give way to other traits of his as well.

Like, him loving twists and betrayals and surprises goes hand in hand with him being so naturally intuitive.

Canonically, he knows his fam so well he can predict how they’re going to react (knowing what state his fam would be in during the base Shredder fight, being able to trick everyone in Lair Games, knowing Splinter would fall asleep after milk and cake, etc etc etc etc), and he also knows how to predict and manipulate his enemies as well (the “salami paper”, everything with Big Mama, etc etc etc etc).

This intuition comes off as very natural, so it makes so much sense that anything that throws that off would be fun for him to encounter! Provided that the “surprise” isn’t, y’know, world ending.

Moreover, this intuition and perceptiveness also goes hand in hand with how he’s secretly more responsible than he lets on, having to remind his brothers to be aware of how they appear or what may be too much for them or who they may hurt if they’re not careful.

Lastly, and this one is obvious, but these traits are also what fuel Leo’s sense of strategy, which is displayed not only with his actions on the battlefield, but every conversation he has outside of it. After all, it’s a long game to play, to appear a certain way. The Face Man is just another strategy.

So yeah, he knows people. He knows people very, very well.

And he tries very hard to make sure no one knows him.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt headcanons #rise leo #which in turn makes Casey Junior so offputting to Leo #because he DOESNT know Junior but Junior knows HIM #or at least #he knows a different mask #one that Leo isn’t finished making quite yet #but that’s fine he finishes it by the end #also side note but there’s actually a tonnnn of times in the series where Leo just sorta??? knows what’s up???#imagine someone asking a question like I wonder what [insert anyone here] is doing right now #and Donnie goes to answer since he’s (totally ethically) recording everything ever but Leo just answers nonchalantly #when asked how tf he knows he just gives a punchable grin and says lol I guessed

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beatcroc · 1 year

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there's no way the bathroom at peppino's pizza is actually that big but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . hey ummm anyway.... i care them...... anyway there's a lil ramble on my take on fake pep's like psyche or whatever in tags on the og post if ur into that kinda thing :y

hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette] [peppino]<- u are here [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]

#ramble after realtags yeag. shoutout to serrangelic btw suggesting the silhouettes thing bc i would have Died otherwise #pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #fake peppino #gustavo and brick #arting #pizzaposting #so anyway i think fake peppino has like. a general awareness that he is supposed to Be Peppino and that he was Made to do that #and likewise he does generally try to...do that. the thing he does NOT realize is hes like really goddamn bad at it #not to be mean but like...c'mon. they are pretty distinctly different kinds of guys even beyond the physiology yknow.#he's neither on-brand nor fooling anyone dsjdsjjkgfsd. BUT!#since the rest of the cast generally likes him [at least as I play it] he thinks hes doing just fine #he's like 'oh they r happy with me so i must be getting a good grade in being peppino :)'#so getting told that 'yeah you actually really suck at that but that was never the reason people liked you'#and told that by og model peppino no less--yknow THE guy he's supposed to be living up to #who's already a bit intimidating for that and who ALSO totally wrecked him TWICE in the tower #making him acutely familiar with just how formidable the guy is and how much there IS to live up to....#it's a Moment for sure. not really a sad or hurt one though. just... contemplative.#thinking abt people liking him for being the guy he's already naturally been being even though that guy is Not Peppino #i don't think he's gonna be super broken up about realizing he has a bad grade in peppino given everything else hes got now #nor do i really think he cares enough to go like reinvent himself or whatever after the fact #he seems to b pretty clearly having fun with it already so i think he just keeps doing that #and in some cases he still has the pre-installed peppino traits/instincts like to cooka da pizza. and that's fine #is this projection. yes. but if youve been following me awhile you know most of my character writing is ghdhfdgf #gonna kinda expand on all this in the gerome one which is...one after next. itll be a bit but man.#anyway peppino will never admit to anyone and especially not himself that he's gotten a little attached to the guy. hee hoo #pep tends to be kinda surly but he certainly has his ways of showing he cares. all of which are on display here #''that thing is not my son'' says man currently watching thing's antics with the 'bemused dad' arms crossed pose. yeah ok buddy.#gus is totally onto him already but hes not gonna say anything.#if u read all this ur prize is not having to go decode fp's rot13. his lines are ''meant to be you...?'' and ''wrong question.''

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starqueensthings · 2 months

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“TIMES CHANGE. TARGETS CHANGE.”

yes I have used that quote for a caption 728 times now and I’ll keep doing it, because off the cuff remarks with poignant meanings give me a lady boner, ok

**originals below the cut

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lokiina · 13 days

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Continued under the readmore cuz it's long (16 total pics) PL new ending spoiler warning ⚠️

DSFHDJGDFJKGD

Sad Will with his lack of winged liner and lil depression beard sure is something....

Midas seeing a mentally destroyed and potentially newly single Will, thinkin it's the best time to move in. Goin for that rebound. That's absolutely a great starting foundation for a healthy relationship right? Right?

#cyberpunk 2077 #oc: william eriksson #oc: m1d45 #phantom liberty spoilers #long post #Everything's fine over here in OC lore land...#it's totally fine....#sdfkjhdkfjgh #just know lil fur ball of sunshine Zayn is 500% his snack deliverer

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beetled-juice · 1 year

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I know I've totally talked about this before, but I had something come up that reminded me of it tonight.

I'm thinking about beej freaking out and getting really upset when he learns that you had a near death experience before you two met. Like it's something you kind of flippantly mention offhand or even crack a joke about because to you it's something you've had time to sit with and begin to heal from, but to him it's like a slap in the face because oh my god slash satan he could have lost you before he even met you.

Struck by this realization, plus the reminder of just how fragile your life as a breather was, he just starts to spiral. He immediately drops into a purple, blue, and black color scheme, radiating cold and beginning to look more dead than usual. Having your back turned you didn't notice right away - you thought it was odd he hadn't said anything to continue the conversation, but it wasn't until the cold hits you that you realize something isn't right. Turning around you're met with a beetlejuice you've never seen before (and one you'd never like to see again), so weighed down by his sorrow and fear that he's nearly crumbling apart.

You cry out his name and reach for him, completely confused as to what's going on and why he's like this, but you're unable to get close because the cold is nearly burning you. He's staring at you with vacant eyes, trapped in his own head imagining all the worst-case scenarios of ways he could lose you, and it takes a few increasingly panicked cries of "Lawrence!" before he finally snaps back to reality.

He croaks out your name, and is finally able to regain control enough to return the room to a more normal temperature and his body to a slightly less decayed form. He collapses forward, pulling you into his arms and sinking to the floor to hold you as closely as possible before he just breaks down into heaving sobs and whispered pleas not to leave him.

He starts babbling about how he'll search the netherworld for all eternity for you if anything happens, and that he'd give anything to keep you safe here with him. All you can do is reassure him that you're okay and that you're not going anywhere, and you pull him to your chest so he can lay his ear over your heartbeat and use its steady sound to calm himself. After the sobs have subsided and he's mostly quiet aside from the occasional sniffle, he quietly asks you to tell him what happened. You hesitate, not wanting to upset him again, but after a whispered "please" (a word you've never heard him use before), you explain.

He grips you tighter, as if he can physically shield you from any harm as you tell your story, and when you're done you both sit in silence holding each other while he tries to break out of the spiral he'd fallen into. When he's finally as close to normal as he can be, you both do your best to go back to whatever it was you were doing before this. You notice, however, that he won't let you out of his sight, and he spends the next few days never further than arm's reach from your side.

#beetlejuice x reader #musical beetlejuice x reader #my stuff #sorry to get angsty here y'all i just love this concept #I'm totally not projecting here. not at all. do not read into this everything is fine.#<- is lying

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stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage · 5 months

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This week on "CJ needs to gush about DAO": Morrigan's dark ritual.

I adore Origins because depending on how serious you take roleplay, every decision you make is a thread that leads back to your origin, and in this case of the ritual, who you choose to romance can have a major impact on how you handle this choice.

For context, my canon run is with a female Tabris who romances Alistair and keeps him as a Grey Warden, and is close friends with Morrigan. It's more in character for my Tabris to reject Morrigan's ritual and not even bring it up to Alistair, which would result in her leaving him behind while she makes the ultimate sacrifice in killing the archdemon... however, agreeing to convince Alistair to do the ritual with Morrigan is the only choice in the entire game where I break roleplay because I'm selfish and weak and I want Tabris to live.

I have a lot of strong feelings about the ritual, like it hurts me. It makes me want to chew on furniture. I can talk about it until I can talk no more. I so badly want to be strong enough to remain in character and reject the ritual.

Let me explain: Tabris survives an origin that deals with sexual assault. She gets kidnapped on her wedding day, she watches the other kidnapped women and her husband get murdered, and then is too late to save Shianni from being assaulted... and Tabris carries that trauma with her throughout the entire game.

If the way to save her life is to ask the two most important people she cares about; one being her lover and the other being her best friend; who she knows hate each other, to have dubiously consensual sex in order to make a baby to absorb the old god soul... she's saying no. The last thing Tabris would ever do is put someone into a sexual situation where consent is at all dubious after what she saw happen to Shianni and nearly happened to herself. She'd rather die than force that upon Alistair and Morrigan.

That's what I mean when I say origin affects everything; I know some will side eye that with "Really? Your warden would rather die than let Alistair sleep with another woman? It's one time, and Alistair agrees to it, so no one needs to die?"

Let me be clear in saying this isn't a "Morrigan slept with my man" issue. Sure, that part's awkward and it sucks, but that's not even breaking water tension, let alone diving into the deep waters to the core of the issue.

For my Tabris, this is about betrayal, consent, and accepting fate.

The person offering Tabris this deal is someone she thought of as a trusted friend who has actually been lying to her the entire time. It doesn't matter what Morrigan's intentions are now or if she genuinely wants to save the wardens. She knew from the beginning why Flemeth sent her with them, she admits as much. She knew a warden would need to make the ultimate sacrifice and then leveraged that to get what she wants. Morrigan waited until the night before, when Alistair and the warden learn one of them has to die to defeat the archdemon, and took advantage of the high running emotions and possibly the fear of dying to make the warden agree to her ritual.

At least, that's how my Tabris interprets this confrontation. She feels betrayed by someone she came to love like a sister and went out of her way to help Morrigan with her mother upon learning what's in Flemeth's grimoire. And then that someone tells her no one needs to die, she just needs to convince Alistair to sleep with her... which is a huge fucking problem.

The Alistair and Tabris romance is slow; it took a long time for either of them to be comfortable with being emotionally vulnerable and trusting each other with basic intimacy, let alone sex. Tabris is mortified at the idea of putting Alistair in this situation. Not only would it feel like a betrayal on her part to ask that of him, but she knows the last thing Alistair ever wants to do is father a bastard who then goes on to grow up without him. How could she possibly ask him to do that?

Then you consider that ritual or no, there isn't a guarantee that they'll survive anyway. Say they do the ritual and Tabris dies anyway; she made Alistair sleep with Morrigan in order to save her and then she died anyway. Or if Alistair dies then Tabris gets to live with the fact that the last person Alistair was with was a woman he hates because she asked that of him… and either way, Morrigan gets to walk away with what she wanted.

Tabris led the group, and she's accepted that if Riordan dies [which he does] then she'll be the one to make the sacrifice, even if it means breaking both hers and Alistair's heart.... except she doesn't because I'm a coward who doesn't want to lose her because my worldstate isn't good without her in it but I also refuse to lose Alistair so I just pretend it plays out differently in my head it's fine-

But... that's how I play Tabris and view the situation. My friend @pi-creates and I have discussed the dark ritual at length. While I play a Tabris who romances Alistair, Pi plays a Mahariel who romances Morrigan, so we have vastly different interpretations of the ritual itself and Morrigan's intentions.

Which yeah, it makes total sense that someone who romanced Morrigan with a different origin, and has the option to do the ritual with her rather than asking someone else to do it, wouldn't see this the way I do.

To quote Pi: "Playing as a male warden in the Morrigan romance makes the whole situation feel different, and maybe it’s because she’s presenting it differently due to the emotional connection, but it feels more like she’s opening up about her initial instructions (that she had been given by Flemeth) and offering a solution to avoid the possibility of death. And for my Mahariel, the constant threat of sudden death has haunted him from the start – he caught the blight and was ripped away from his clan (something he did not want to do in the slightest), got forced into a Grey Warden ritual that could kill him, was forced into a battle that could kill him, going on this whole quest that he never wanted but has now become responsible for regardless of his thoughts on the matter… the dark ritual may be one of the few moments where he is presented with an option to decide if he wants to walk into certain death, or take actions of his own volition to stop it.

"The idea of the ritual still feels like a dodgy thing to do since the ultimate outcome is unknown at that point, he’s taking Morrigan at her word that it will save the warden and that this child would be unharmed, just with an old god soul that she isn’t exactly clear on why she wants that and is determined to runaway immediately after the battle to secure it properly. It could be interpreted that it’s purely a preservation thing, but I’m biased to wanting Morrigan's intentions to not be power based.

"But also, taking part in the ritual isn’t as outlandish for my warden since he and Morrigan have already been involved in an intimate relationship. It’s the future of the ritual that is scarier – the idea of this old-god baby, and the idea of Morrigan insisting that she’s leaving afterwards when Mahariel and her have a loving relationship. He’s hurting, but he doesn’t want to die, he doesn’t want Alistair to die, he doesn’t want Morrigan to leave, he definitely doesn’t want pregnant Morrigan to leave on her own… it’s complicated, but for completely different reasons."

And I find that fascinating. I want to know how other players approach this part of DAO, what origins they play, and who they romanced. Seriously, this is an invitation to anyone reading to share their thoughts.

What about a warden who doesn't even have Alistair in their party because they made Loghain a warden? Is there anyone out there who has Loghain do the ritual with Morrigan and why? What about male wardens who don't romance her? Do you choose to do it with her anyway, or do you ask Alistair or Loghain to do it? Do you tell Morrigan to fuck off with the ritual? Why? Who makes the ultimate sacrifice in that case? And what about Morrigan herself? How do you interpret her intentions/motivations? I want to know.

I'm telling you, this is a discussion that gets me excited, as most discussions about DAO do.

#dao #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #dao alistair #dao morrigan #da morrigan #tw: sa mention #long post #i love origins so much #every time i replay i end up on discord having this discussion with pi because it makes me *emotional*#and yes this is why i was looking up alistair's dialogue about a dead warden before #also want to clear up that while i am harsh on morrigan based on how my tabris feels i don't hate her or anything i love her #morrigan's one of my favorite characters and that's why the whole thing hurts like... tabris was happy for her to come along with them #since she still didn't know alistair well and felt more comfortable with another woman around even though she never felt threatened by him #and for them both to be her closest companions like.... it's a lot to take in #and its not like tabris is totally in the right here- she doesn't tell alistair it's an option when it could be argued that she should've #but like i said i've never actually turned down the ritual because i love my warden too much... i just close my eyes #and pretend there's an alternate solution where Alistair and Tabris do the ritual and they have the old god baby instead sksksks #that way no one has to sleep with someone they hate and alistair gets to be there to raise his child. it's fine everything's fine sksksk #i don't care if it doesn't work that way okay it's the only way this works out better for everyone... except maybe morrigan but still

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kirby-the-gorb · 1 year

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#kirby #daily kirby #my art #digital #hal laboratory #nintendo #I finished almost everything I have to do before I go home next month???#god bless prednisone I guess #(I still have my clothes and like maybe 2 boxes to pack)#(and our other partner will help me disassemble the lofted bed where my stuffed animals live(d) tomorrow)#(and I feel totally fine and I didn't even need a benadryl)#(and in a month I get to go home and my wife will stay here another month but I'll get to see our other partner every day.)

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canonically47 · 2 months

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damien + mkulia theme that has nothing to do with my fic which is why i never even mentioned it!

#total drama: the bridge between generations #total drama: tbbg #td: tbbg #tbbg #total drama #total drama island #mkulia #damien total drama #why are you looking in the tags?#hoping to find meaning in the silliness of the post?#there is nothing here.#damien will do nothing bad.#mkulia will not care for him.#the fic will be fine.#everything is fine.

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sisterofficerlucychen · 2 months

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i don't know if we've moved past it but i'm still here for aaron and celina adlfksjsdkflak. i will always stan the besties but that little check-in with each other at the hospital, it had just the right amount of affection and worry for one another with like this lingering awkward vibe??? like aaron asking celina why she's at the hospital, the pause after she explains and how he pivots to tell her he passed tim's train test, how she knew he'd pass, celina teasing him about getting punched in the face as part of passing, the way he explains what happens and how she laughs (and it feels like them being them again).

#the rookie #the rookie spoilers #celina juarez #aaron thorsen #i'm fine with whatever as long as they stay friends but adlkjfads i will never not be here for the friends to lovers trope #also for the love of everything i don't want aaron with his therapist #also celina saying she knew he would totally took me back to lucy saying she knew tim would pass the sergeant's exam 😭

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dyrewrites · 3 months

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In fog -- 17

We became a spectacle at the market, through no fault of my own I will attest, repeatedly, no matter what the street artist and her paints have to say on the matter.

It kept me close, always certain every eye knew the nature of our relationship, and I adored it. I will not lie to you now, my love, what with all I have divulged already. Those eyes were delicious on my skin, their gasps a lullaby to my nerves instead of the discordant racket they would have been back home.

I was safe with who I had on my arm.

Oh, but they did more than stare. More than murmur to themselves, they had opinions, my love, do you remember Fornel and Lavinia’s opinions? Where that landed you, me? I remember bloodied noses and angry parents, threats of suspension.

It would be worse in the market.

The innocent comments were the start of it, bothering if not riling.

“A—are those men?” “No, no, too smooth and...froofy lookin’ to be men.” “But they’re in trousers, what woman wears trousers?” “What women walk that close?” “Whores.” “They ain’t whores, too bright out...and they too pretty.”

You can understand, my love, why the following occurred.

It did not mind the attention, not a bit, smiled through it all in fact but I, well...I maintain that I did not cause the spectacle. But I may have aided in its creation.

My thoughts were not my own, as I have said, but rarely did I take advantage of that. Until then, Love, if they insist on treating us as a show...should we give them one?

The lips on my neck were my answer, and that alone set the crowd ablaze. But while I was content to end it there, to rile them a little before we slipped into the shop, I was alone in that.

It did not stop with my neck, nor did its hands stay on my arm.

We did, indeed, become a show and many of the ignorant questions were answered by where our hands explored...

Too much, love, too much, I begged through thought alone, terrified of the moaning that would escape my lips with any words.

It whimpered, in my ear it whimpered, fingers too firm in my trousers, but it pulled away, allowed me my breaths. Right then, collecting ourselves, adjusting buttons and vests, was when I spied the painter. As did it.

“How much,” it was asking as I hurried up behind it, smiling perhaps too proudly at the stunned faces doing their best not to look at me.

“Ten,” she looked it over, then me, and added, “Free if you answer a question.”

It gave her the ten, taking the painting with more delicate fingers than it had taken me, and despite the horror we inflicted on the minds and sensibilities of the townsfolk, we made it into the shop without trouble.

No one called any guards or ran us off; they were simply curious and a bit too loud about it. Delightful, is it not, my love? The further we traveled from ‘home’, the freer we were allowed to be.

Once inside the shop, I was treated to cooing women.

“Oh! Such lovely young men!”

“Are you called men, dears, would you prefer something else?”

“Look at them, all tangled up, how precious!”

At least they were kind.

And eager to assist, with one grabbing my free arm and another its, “Come, come, let us get you out of those dreadful clothes.”

Although the women were insistent, and quite skilled in their profession, it chose to clothe itself. And, bursting from their curtained dressing room, it sang, “What do you think, darling, is it me?”

It wore a silk suit of reds, blood reds, with a white ruffled thing it insisted a shirt for contrast—though not truly, seeing as how it matched the rest of it so well.

But I smiled, and nodded my agreement, “Beautiful, love, if not a bit...obvious?”

The huff was new, delighting the women into giggles as it followed with a spin back into the dressing room. I wondered then, with unfortunate volume, how does it know what it looks like...without a reflection to check?

Hearing me, always, it held the curtain open to show me the mirror inside...and its reflection in it. Smiling at my surprise, it did what it had not previously, what I did not know it capable.

It spoke into my thoughts as easily as it heard them, Are you curious, darling?

My gasp drew one of the ladies, “Your turn, dear!”

You will explain later, love, I did not ask.

And it did not answer, but the smile grew.

I became a doll, my love, hair to toes those women fussed over me.

When at last they finished I stood before a mirror in a soft black suit, with a red tie and accessories as compliment. They wanted me to match my partner. Again, my love, the further from home...

“Beautiful, darling,” it was on me before the women could move, but they did—giggling all the way. “And I do enjoy the red...”

The suit was comfortable enough, and would turn enough heads to keep a smile on my lips, but my favorite part of our trip to that shop was what they did with my hair.

Do you remember, my love, when we spent all afternoon in the dorms and instead of the usual way we spent our stolen time...you braided my hair? No one had ever done that, many in fact chased me with scissors, but you loved playing with it.

I missed that, and I had not realized how much I missed it until one of those women braided my hair. She even tied it with a red ribbon, to match the other red they clothed me in. And, my love, I was not alone with that braid. It was, in fact, common in that town for men to wear their hair in such a way...so, despite my distaste for the constricting term of male; I appeared as any other when we left that shop.

But I felt beautiful, especially when it told me I was, over and over. And with the softness of the material, there was no keeping its hands off me on our walk back to the cabin.

The ladies were sad to see us go, but less so with the large sum they were handed for the suits—and the dress shoes for the suits, and roughly four other more casual outfits and matching shoes they talked us into.

You wonder, perhaps, why I share this seemingly mundane event when I insisted what I would give you were confessions of my sins. Well, I wanted a moment of calm, of average, something sweet and beautiful in its normalcy...to soften what followed it.

See, I had expressed my disinterest in cutting anymore pain or death from anyone. It knew I would, eventually, because it had told me I had to, that to be with it required I feed my darkness. But it meant it when it told me it was trying to accommodate my hesitation, to make concessions for me.

And by the time we returned to our cabin and changed out of the nice new suits and into something more comfortable...it had devised a way to feed me without hurting innocent souls or killing anyone.

Before I tell you this part, my love, I ask that you remember my warnings. That I have much to confess, many sins, that dark spot is my entire being now. It did not happen over the months before that lovely market adventure, nor in the singular event that I will share. It was a process, long, arduous, but I would not have followed it, would not have pursued those shadows...were it not for that day.

#writeblr #snippet #writing #novella #horror romance #in fog #totally nice normal day here #nothing to worry about at all #nope #everything is fine

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