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zackcollins · 2 years

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oughta settle down || zack collins

Author’s Note: Yes, it’s been two months since I’ve posted a fic. I am sorry for that. I’ve just been busy having a mental breakdown about the way Zack is being jerked around this season worse than Reese McGuire was in that parking lot. Don’t get attached to the back up of the back up guys. It doesn’t go well. Anyways. GIF credit to me, myself, and I.

Warnings: In m opinion, nothing. But it’s about a pregnancy reveal and I know some people don’t vibe with that so I’ll warn about it just to be safe. Feel free to tell me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.5k+

Title: Broadway Girls by Lil Durk & Morgan Wallen (his walk-up song LOL)

Additional: I know the premise is a pregnancy reveal but the reader can be read as gender-neutral! I made the language vague because I know that not everyone that can and wants to be pregnant is feminine. This blog is trans inclusive because this blogger is non-binary. Hope that’s okay with everyone! most of all, enjoy this! and feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

You were laid out on your bed feeling rather unpleasant. Your stomach was twisting violently and making you feel bloated. The nerves and muscles of your lower back were alight with pain that you didn’t even think possible before today. The muscles in your chest felt tender, almost as if someone had grabbed them and started squeezing as hard as they could. You knew exactly what the issue was and had for the last week. The only problem was that your boyfriend, Zack, didn’t know. You hadn’t managed to garner the courage to tell him as of yet. There wasn’t any particular reason for that; you weren’t necessarily scared of how he’d react or anything. You just hadn’t found the right moment to tell him. And, because of that, you had been stressed to the nines. That stress was making the nausea, the back pain, and the tender chest ten times worse. It was so bad it was making you feel like you had been run over with a fucking Zamboni like that one goalie from your boyfriend’s favourite hockey team had been by his tandem partner a bunch of years ago.

“Are you okay, babe?” You uncurled yourself and looked in the direction the voice had come from. Like you had expected, your aforementioned boyfriend, Zack, was standing in the doorway of the en suite. He had a towel around his waist, though he didn’t appear to be wet. “You look a little uncomfortable.”

Sighing, you gingerly sat up on the bed so that you could get a better angle to look at Zack. “Not… not really. I think I have the flu.” You didn’t feel that great lying to him but you didn’t want to break the news to him this way either.

To try to sell your point, you broke out in a fake coughing fit and did your best to make it convincing. When you were done, you looked at Zack. He seemed to look genuinely concerned; that made you let out a discreet sigh of relief.

After you wiped away the tears that had accumulated in your eyes from the forced coughing, you looked at Zack again. You saw that your boyfriend was leaned against the en suite door frame and had his arms crossed over his chest. You saw the towel around Zack’s waist slide down a little; Zack quickly reached down and tugged it back into position, tucking it in on itself a little more tightly when he was done.

You scoffed, which you turned into a couple more fake coughs to further sell your flu agenda. When you regained your composure, you rolled your eyes at Zack. “I literally saw you naked last night, Zachary.”

“I know but being horny when you’re sick will make you feel worse,” Zack deadpanned as he gave you a pointed look. “And how many damn times do I have to tell you not to call me that, jackass?”

You went to raise your hands in surrender but you quickly dropped them to your abdomen when you felt something lurch against it. You inhaled and exhaled a couple of times to try and counteract the sudden uneasy feeling that had caused you. All that succeeded in doing was causing another lurch, this time accompanied by a burst of nausea.

You looked at Zack with a pained expression as you laid back on the bed and curled in on yourself. You wanted the pain to stop because it was driving you bananas. Then, on the other hand, you didn’t want the pain to stop because you knew if you toughed it out, the end result would be worth it. The end result was something you and Zack had been wanting for the better part of the last two years. The fact that it was finally happening made you break down at the doctor’s office when your doctor told you. You were excited for this; beyond excited, actually because you were so ready for this. You were also scared. Scared because was anyone truly ready for something like this? What if you were terrible at the job? What if Zack was terrible? What if something went wrong and your dream was crushed before it even started? There were a lot of negative thoughts running through your mind about this and they were all causing you unneeded stress. So much unneeded stress that you were afraid that it wasn’t healthy.

You had been so lost in your thoughts that you barely felt it when the bed dipped next to you under the weight of something heavy. Turning your head, you saw that Zack was sitting behind your back on his knees. He looked down at you and motioned his finger along your side. Knowing what your boyfriend meant, you nodded. Zack smiled as he laid himself on the bed and slotted himself against your back. You hummed when you felt the warmth of Zack’s body against your frigid skin.

“Holy shit,” Zack said into the base of your skull. “You feel like a fucking freezer, babe.”

You chuckled, though you turned it into another coughing fit to keep up with the rouse. Zack soothingly ran his hand along the side of your chest; you used that soft, gentle sensation as an excuse to end the fake coughing fit sooner that you had intended to. You were beyond grateful for that because your lungs were actually starting to hurt from all the forced coughing you had been doing.

Once you had regained your composure, you snuggled back against Zack’s body. “And you feel like a fucking furnace. It’s helping with my back aches. Here.” You took Zack’s hands and placed them over your abdomen. Much like he had expected, his boyfriend’s hands felt tepid against your frigid skin. The tightness of your abdomen muscles started to subside as Zack carefully ran his hands along the skin. You grunted at the feeling, dropping your head back against Zack’s chest. “That… holy fuck. Your hands feel amazing. My stomach doesn’t feel as tight or nauseous anymore.”

Zack pressed a kiss to your temple as he moved his hands up to your chest. He cupped one side of your chest in each hand, gently massaging each side as he did. You let out a soft moan because Zack had released some of the tension in your chest muscles by doing that. Zack pressed another kiss to your temple as he continued to massage your chest. And, the longer he went about massaging it, the more relaxed you were starting to feel.

Your eyes were starting to feel heavy and you even yawned once. Zack pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck as he shifted his hands away from your chest and brought one back down to your abdomen. He took the other hand and gently began stroking your hip. You hummed softly at the dual sensations as your eyes suddenly felt heavier than they had been a moment ago.

“That feels amazing, babe,” you said, voice thick with tiredness. “I feel a lot less sore now. Keep going.”

You yawned again as you wiggled against Zack to get more comfortable. Zack hummed as he started massaging your scalp. He also started drumming his fingers against your abdomen. You felt your eyes inching closer and closer to sleep the longer your boyfriend went about what he was doing. You also felt completely relaxed and free from all the pain you had been experiencing all day. Of course, that’s when you had you feel something lurch against your abdomen. You felt Zack freeze his movements and intake a shaky breath.

“Am I crazy?” Zack asked, audibly swallowing. “Or did I just feel something kick my hand?”

“I don’t actually have the flu,” you replied hoping Zack understood what you were getting at.

“There’s a mini Collins in there?” Zack sniffled a couple times as he poked his finger just under your belly button.

You chuckled as you reached your hand back and patted your boyfriend’s hip.

“What’s your defensive position on the diamond?”

“Catcher...?” Zack sounded more like he was asking than telling you that.

“Don’t sound so sure of yourself next time. Someone might think you have a god complex, damn.” You sighed and pinched the bridge of you noise. “The number, you airhead.”

“Oh. Two,” Zack said, embarrassment evident in his voice. “But what does that have to do with anything?”

“You said there was a mini Collins inside me...”

“Then you as—”

Zack jolted backwards as if you had burned him. It was not two seconds later that he turned you around so that the two of you were face to face. You smirked when you noticed that he was smiling like an idiot and looked about three seconds from a nervous breakdown.

“Two mini Collinses in there?” Zack looked down at your abdomen and poked his finger just under your belly button again. When he looked back up at you, you saw that he had a couple stray tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. “Oh my god. Leave it to us to get twins after being unsuccessful for almost two years.”

You chuckled before you moved closer on the bed and wrapped Zack in a hug. You dropped your head against his shoulder and smiled.

“I love you, Zachary. And you’ll be the best father ever to our twins.”

“Stop calling me that! But I love you too, jackass. More than I can ever put into words.”

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strayheartless · 8 months

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Todays thinky thought: the Soldier first class fan clubs

I've got to be honest I need more fan fics where the fan clubs are hard at work with fan art, fics and edits. And look I know Crisis Core is set in the very early 2000 and thus the internet (if we are super imposing actual historical timelines over FFVII timelines) would be in its very early infancy at this point come on man.

Give me Cloud being aware of, and participating in, the fandom;

give me Genesis moogling himself out of morbid curiosity and getting weirdly misha collins level invested in the fan fictions written about him.

Give me Angeal being shown mildly explicit fan art of himself on a talk show and going so red the host is worried he'll pass out.

Give me zack having secret social media accounts to lurk in his own fandom and to collect black mail content for the other firsts.

Give me Sephiroth being blissfully unaware of how unhinged the silver elite are about him until he meets cloud who is all like "oh you sweet summer child"

Give me Genesis and Zack live tweeting Clouds dramatic reading of a fandom wide notorious Y/N x Sephiroth fic that had both Sephiroth and Angeal curled up in agonising embarresment while Gen is pissing himself laughing and Zack has fallen off the chair after snorting beer through his nose.

Give me Clouds social Media then blowing up and him becoming internet famous as the "normal guy that hangs around with the trinity elite and Zack fair". He gets so many questions and while he respects the boys privacy he does get them to answer some of the less prying ones.

Give me Hojo trying to sue a really popular fanfiction site for copy right infringment on the Sephiroth trademark and Sephiroth himself shutting Hojo down.

Give me Genesis being asked to talk at a convention and him getting so much fan art and gifts they have to hire a van to pack it into.

Give me Zack doing a running commentary on some of the footage edits on youtube that he has seen and likes. "dude that one with sick beat behind it was so well editted I'm gunna have to do more acrobatic stunts for you guys!"

Just give me all of it!

#final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #crisis core #ffvii genesis #ffvii sephiroth #ffvii angeal #ffvii cloud #ffvii zack #zack fair #Cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth #fandom shenanigans #fandom AU #the fandoms of shinra #it feels cursed because it is

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esthxio · 1 year

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❝【Today is all about ➵ Me! Me! Me!】❞

〘Xion/Emrys〙| 〘22, Filipino, Gender fluid〙

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➥ Likes: Music, Sleep, Fanfictions, Games, Story Writing, Kubz Scouts, Plush toys, Make-up, Quiet places | Ramen, Seaweed, Snacks, Coffee

‎ ‎ ‎ ➥ Dislikes: Loud places, Disturbed Sleep, People with no common sense

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➥Nicknames: 〘Rys, Xi, Esth〙

Favorites: Music | Artists | Youtubers | Etc.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ➥ Music Artists: Melanie Martinez, The living tombstone, Zack Tabuldo, Lady Gaga, The Neighborhood, Artic Monkeys, Chase Atlantic, Nico Collins, Alec Benjamin, Set it off, ICP, Maroon 5, Panic at the disco... Etc..⌫

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ➥ Youtubers: Kubz Scouts, Markiplier, Technoblade, Quackity, Brandon Rogers, Flamingo... Etc..⌫

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎➥Movies/Series: Dr.Cha, Alice in Borderland, Mr.Queen, The Menu, The untamed... Etc..⌫

Others: 〘Mutuals♡〙| 〘Rules〙| 〘Guide〙

#Made with Love: シオン #About him: シオン♡#〘It's Show Time!〙

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aweirdkindofyellow · 5 years

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Opposites Do Not Attract

All Time Low Fanfiction | Alex Gaskarth

Ash Collins and Alex and his friends are complete opposites. After joining an exchange program of her school in Germany, she is sent to Dulaney High School. Her host family is the one and only Gaskarth family. How will Ash, a girl who's never done anything daring or against the rules, deal with the one and only Alex Gaskarth, Jack Barakat, Rian Dawson, and Zack Merrick? Will she change her norms and be as ruthless as them, or will she make them become more sensible? All Ash knows is that she is slowly being driven crazy.

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Alltimelowfanfiction (completed)

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AO3 (still posting chapters)

#all time low #all time low fanfiction #fanfiction #Alex Gaskarth fanfiction #alex gaskarth #alltimelow #all time low imagine #chaptered #completed #band fanfiction

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zackcollins · 2 years

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hard to love || z. collins/t.heineman

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Author’s Note: Hi!! I’m back with my first fic in what feels like an eternity. The fact that it’s an rpf fic about a rarepair my brain thought of for probably no reason in the middle of that shitshow of a Leafs game last night is something I can probably write a whole dissertation about. But, I’m not gonna and say I did because I don’t think I actually have it in me to write that many words about anything. Anyways! Tyler GIF credit to anotherhockeypage; Zack GIF credit to yours truly.

Warnings: A shoulder injury takes place in this fic (it’s to Zack). There is description of what the injury feels like as well as the use of a makeshift sling. If any of that bothers you, feel free not to read this. Feel free to let me know if I missed anything else and I’ll warn about it for you!

Word Count: 1.2k (literally on the nose LOL)

Title: Hard to Love by Lee Brice

Additional: If you found this by Googling yourself, are in this yourself, or know someone in this, please click back. No harm was meant in the creation of this fic. It’s a work of fiction that was inspired by the fact that Tyler was once an ice hockey goalie for the Jr. Kings in his youth. As for the jerseys I had them both wear... you’ll get a cookie in your ask box if you know why. Anyways! I hope you enjoy this and feedback is always appreciated and welcomed!

Tagging: @donttelltheelff

As Zack stared down Tyler coming in on a breakaway, he prepared himself in the net. He was trying to remember everything that the aforementioned Tyler had taught him. Don’t commit too early. Don’t overcommit. Stay with the play. It sounded simple enough but seeing how fast Tyler was rushing at him, how he was moving the ball along the pavement... everything was suddenly becoming too much to handle.

Tyler made a move to Zack’s right; Zack moved with him. Apparently, Zack had forgotten one of the rules—don’t commit too early—because Tyler quickly moved back to his left and shot the ball towards the top corner of the net. Zack, in desperation, threw his arm out to try to stop Tyler from getting the goal. As soon as he had done that, he felt something in his shoulder snap in the wrong direction. Instead of stopping the ball as he had intended, he fell to the pavement and groaned in pain.

The ball clanked off the crossbar and deflected into the garage door behind the net It ricocheted back and plunked Zack in the back of the head before it rolled into the net. He barely registered the sound of Tyler cheering because the sound of the pain ruminating in his ears was incredibly intense.

When something touched his non-injured shoulder, Zack jolted in surprise. He had been so lost in his pain that he has forgotten that he wasn’t alone. When he looked up to see who it was, he relaxed when he realized that it was just Tyler. Zack felt something pull tight in his stomach when he saw that Tyler looked genuinely frightened and concerned.

“Zack? What’s wrong, bud?” He asked as he squatted down.

“My shoulder,” Zack said, using his good arm to motion to where it hurt. “I felt something snap when I reached for the ball.”

“Can you sit up?”

Zack nodded as he did as instructed, trying his best to keep as much pressure off of his injured shoulder as he possibly could. Tyler looked at Zack’s shoulder and manipulated it in every possible direction to test its mobility. The entire time, Zack hissed and groaned in pain because it felt like his muscles were going to explode from the pressure that was being put on them.

“I think you snapped your latissimus dorsi muscle,” Tyler said after a few minutes. He laid Zack’s arm flat against his chest. He took off the LA Kings Jonathan Bernier jersey he was wearing and tied it around Zack’s neck like a makeshift sling. “You’ll need to wear that until we can get you into the team trainers.”

“Fuck, alright,” Zack replied as he slipped his arm carefully—and painfully—into the makeshift sling. “Thanks, man. You seem to know your shit. I didn’t realize I was friends with a genius.”

Tyler chuckled as he helped Zack stand up from the pavement. “I was a goalie and that means a lot of weird injuries. You learn a lot of medical jargon from that.”

“Still, man. I’m a catcher and you get some weird ass injuries from that too. Doesn’t mean I know what the hell a latiwhateverthefuck is.”

“Yeah, yeah. I think it’s well-established that you’re mentally adjacent to something a trailer park cat dragged in out of the dumpster.”

Zack huffed in bemusement as he and Tyler walked from the driveway to the front door. Tyler opened it and motioned for Zack to go first. Nodding his thanks and smiling, Zack walked through the door and into the foyer of his house.

“That may be true but you know you still love me all the same.”

“In, um, more ways than one, bud.”

Stopping dead in his tracks, Zack turned around to face the other catcher. He had barely heard what was said because Tyler had inexplicably slammed the front door; it felt to Zack like that had been strategic, almost like Tyler didn’t want Zack to hear him. When Zack looked at Tyler to gauge his reaction, he, predictably, looked scared out of his mind. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was rubbing at his forearms and shifting nervously from foot to foot as he seemed to be trying to look anywhere but at Zack.

“Did you just...?” Zack asked, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Tyler nodded in response. He had stopped shifting from foot to foot. Instead, he had taken a couple of steps back towards the door, his face looking like he was ready to burst into tears at any moment.

Blinking owlishly, Zack pointed at himself with his hand that wasn’t in the sling. “Feelings... for me...?”

“If that makes you uncomfortable, I can ask for a trade,” Tyler said, his back now flush against the door.

“If you do, I’m asking for a trade to the same team because the way I feel for you is well beyond ‘strictly bros.’”

“It wouldn’t be the fir—excuse me?”

Zack chuckled as he held his hand out. He raised an eyebrow and gave Tyler a rather pointed look. The other catcher nodded so Zack took that as his permission to step forward and into Tyler’s personal space. As soon as he did, Tyler dropped his head against Zack’s good shoulder. Zack pressed a soft kiss to the top of Tyler’s head as he used his free hand to feather his fingers along the skin on Tyler’s side. He smiled into Tyler’s hair when he felt a shiver run up his side at the touch.

“I feel the same way, Ty.”

“Thank you,” Tyler said, though it was muffled by the All-Star Jack Campbell jersey Zack was wearing.

“I think I can honestly say,” Zack paused to press another kiss to the top of Tyler’s head, “this is the first time someone has thanked me for having feelings for them.”

Tyler lifted his head to look at Zack. Zack swallowed thickly when he saw that Tyler’s cheeks and eyes were wet. He grabbed the cuff of his jersey sleeve and took it to wipe away the wetness on Tyler’s face. Tyler responded by grabbing Zack’s wrist and pressing a soft kiss to the inside of it. A warm sensation blossomed at the point where Tyler’s lips met his skin; that made Zack sigh contentedly as he brought his thumb up to run it along Tyler’s cheek.

Smiling, Tyler turned his head ever so slightly and pressed another kiss to the inside of Zack’s wrist. The same sensation blossomed on his skin at the kiss; this time, Zack responded by leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the other catcher’s temple. That made Tyler sigh and wrap one of his arms around Zack’s midsection as he dropped his head back against the good shoulder.

“When you’ve been as unlucky in love as I have,” Tyler said with a sigh. He patted Zack on the back a couple of times before continuing. “You learn to be thankful when something finally goes your way.”

“I’m not like anyone you’ve dated before, man.”

Tyler lifted his head and looked at Zack with a genuine smile. “Why do you think I’m thankful?”

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zackcollins · 2 years

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~*~ Blog Info ~*~

General Info

Hi! You can call me Robin-Tyler, R.T. or Robbie!

My pronouns are: she/her, they/them, or he/him

I’m okay with being referred to with masculine, feminine, and neutral gendered terms.

I live in the ancestral and unceded territory of the Aamjiwnaang people (Ontario, Canada).

I’m 24 years old. Minors are welcomed to unfollow/block me because I will sometimes post more mature content.

I will tag anything triggering with “tw (trigger)”. If I miss something, don’t be afraid to tell me. I’ll gladly add whatever someone feels needs a warning.

This is mainly a sports blog based around hockey and baseball. My favourite teams are the Toronto Maple Leafs, Philadelphia Flyers, Vancouver Canucks, Colorado Avalanche, Montreal Canadiens, Colorado Rockies, Pittsburgh Pirates, and Toronto Blue Jays

You can find information about some personalized tags, fanfic, and the current state of my masterlists under the cut!!

Babygirl Info

Hockey: Jack Campbell (#babygirl crazy catman), Tyson Jost (#babygirl chromatica), Cole Caufield (#babygirl small coffee), Mitch Marner (#babygirl wall bouncer), Mikko Rantanen (#babygirl peanut egg burger), Josh Anderson (#babygirl bench dresser)

Baseball: Zack Collins (#babygirl trailer trash), Tyler Heineman (#babygirl jr king), Cavan Biggio (#babygirl mimic), Bo Bichette (#babygirl man bun), Matt Chapman (#babygirl chapstick), Ross Stripling (#babygirl chicken strip), Ryan Borucki (#babygirl free elf), George Springer (#babygirl lovebug)

M*A*S*H: Father Francis Mulcahy (#babygirl himbo priest), Maxwell Klinger (#babygirl section 8), Margaret Houlihan (#babygirl cinnamon candy)

X-Files: Fox Mulder (#babygirl spooky), Dana Scully (#babygirl doctor fbi)

Babyboy Info

Hockey: Frederik Andersen (#babyboy pastry), Erik Källgren (#babyboy babygoalie), J.T. Compher (#babyboy jimothy timothy), Nick Suzuki (#babyboy small coffee enthusiast), T.J. Brodie (#babyboy mayor of chatham), James Reimer (#babyboy optimus reims)

Baseball: Kevin Gausman (#babyboy powdered donut), Randal Grichuk (#babyboy rocky mountain bird), Danny Jansen (#babyboy sports goggles), Alek Manoah (#babyboy mamas boy), Adam Cimber (#babyboy joe dirt), José Berríos (#babyboy mouthguard), Brian Serven (#babyboy love child), Jack Suwinski (#babyboy almighty), Trevor Richards (#babyboy silver fox)

M*A*S*H: B.J. Hunnicutt (#babyboy anything you want), Benjamin Franklin “Hawkeye” Pierce (#babyboy last of the mohicans)

X-Files: Alex Krycek (#babyboy fbi double agent)

Mass Effect: Kaidan Alenko (#babyboy biotic child)

Babyperson Info

Hockey: Alexander Kerfoot (#babyperson ivy leaguer), Cale Makar (#babyperson movie pun)

Baseball: Luke Maile (#babyperson mailbox), Jordan Romano (#babyperson canadas closer)

due South: Benton Fraser (#babyperson wolf tamer)

Other Info

Other content you may see on this blog includes: M*A*S*H, due South, X-Files, Zelda, Mario, Stardew Valley, Animal Crossing, Mass Effect, animals, Marvel, food, nature/plants, paranormal, and just anything I find interesting/appealing.

I sometimes write fanfiction. Right now, the fandoms I write for are hockey, baseball, M*A*S*H, X-Files, due South, Mass Effect, and Marvel. And, for reference, I write/take requests for self-inserts and ship pairings. The ship pairings include hockey and baseball rpf so do with that what you will.

I’ve had a rough mental time recently, so I’m changing my URL to, hopefully, get some much needed happiness. I’ll fix the masterlists once I’m feeling back to my old self. Sorry for the sudden change. I just need this for my own mental well-being.

#about r.t.#dont reblog #blog post

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