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vcrnons ¡ 1 year ago
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S.COUPS Marie Claire Shoot Sketch
BONUS : a realtime transformation from cheollie<3 -> general leader s.coups
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incorrect-riordanverse ¡ 11 months ago
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annabeth: my name is annabeth 😐
percy: are you stalking me annabeth?? 😡
annabeth: *thinks about it*
annabeth: yes 😑
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kth1 ¡ 4 months ago
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2021 -> 2024 (original)
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v-albion ¡ 7 months ago
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Get chomped little one
Congrats on 2k @sharkfinn 🎉🎉🎉
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xoxomyseriesxoxo ¡ 2 years ago
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ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE → [09/10] First Meetings ↳ “He turned... into a cat.”
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its-all-papaya ¡ 4 months ago
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landoscar + 41? 🧡 maybe fake/pr-dating-turned-real-dating coded, so maybe even + 56? like, they realize the fake wasn't that fake anymore 🙈 (insert i am in love are you in love audio here)
they are both in love, anon.
(because i found it kind of impossible to explain without adding sooo much exposition... oscar is not a driver. he's just... a guy. that mclaren found. to date lando. suspend your disbelief, idk)
send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss
41. to pretend (or is it?) | landoscar | 1.2k
Lando is in over his head. His aching, pounding, hurts-so-bad-it’s-making-him nauseous head. If he’d known one throw-away trip to the club in Miami was going to complicate his life so irreparably, he would have tucked his P1 trophy into bed next to him and gone straight to sleep like a good, boring boy. Instead, he’d gotten catastrophically fucked-up on any number of things he doesn’t remember and tossed himself dick-first into an entire publicity nightmare. That’s the worst part, probably: Lando doesn’t even remember. He remembers taking shots with Max and Danny and he remembers – barely – stumbling to the bathroom, and the next discernable point on that mental timeline comes at approximately 6:45 a.m., when he’d woken up to go vomit and found his lock screen so full of notifications that it’d made him forget to wonder where the man he’d gone to bed next to had pissed off to so early.
Since then, every minute of Lando’s life not spent in the car has felt full wall-to-wall with interviews, and meetings with crisis management, and saying “I’d prefer not to comment on that” so many times he hears it on repeat like an ear worm when he’s falling asleep at night. And also Oscar. There’s been a lot of Oscar.
He’s waiting in the lobby of McLaren’s hospitality when Lando arrives down from his driver’s room after qualifying in Brazil. Lando wonders how he got in, if their bosses have finally decided he’s trustworthy enough to walk around unchaperoned. It’s funny that he ever didn’t have a pass, actually; he is technically a McLaren employee. Probably. Lando thinks he gets paid. They’ve never talked about the specifics.
Either way, however he got there, Oscar is by himself in the lobby, leaned back in a chair, thumbing at his phone. He looks up when he senses Lando’s arrival, and Lando must look even more pathetic than he even thought, because Oscar’s face immediately goes soft with concern and he leaps up to take Lando’s bag off his hands.
“Hey, you alright?” he asks. He slides the backpack onto his own shoulders and then steadies a hand in the middle of Lando’s back, thumb tracing comforting little circles near his spine.
Lando could lie, but there’s not really any point to that, so he lets his face fold into the grimace it wants to be in and presses his thumb between his eyebrows.
“Head’s killing me,” he says. It comes out weak.
Oscar makes a sad little sound in sympathy, and the palm on Lando’s back shifts to his side so Oscar can tug him closer. Lando doesn’t have the energy to fight Oscar on these things at the best of times lately, so he’s definitely not going to when he’s exhausted and sick with the pain behind his eyes. Even though there’s really nobody around to see them.
“Let’s get you back to the hotel, then,” Oscar says, and Lando has never agreed to anything faster.
Oscar leads the way out of hospitality and through the paddock, fingers linked securely between Lando’s own. It’s baffling that he’s already been around this circus long enough to know the way without help. Nice, though, because Lando’s not really in a state to be of any.
They run into a few people along the way – fans or sponsors or employees. Lando doesn’t get the chance to tell which are which, because every time somebody new greets them, Oscar’s fingers tighten around his own and he talks the both of them cleverly out of the conversation before Lando can even consider what he would say if he was left to his own devices. It feels nearly impossible that less than six months ago, Oscar could barely say two words to Lando without being directly asked to.
“Oscar!” he hears as they’re nearing the exit, and they’re so close to relative quiet that Lando can’t help but groan about it. Oscar squeezes his hand again like an apology as he turns to address whoever it is.
"What’s up?” Oscar asks. When Lando lifts his eyes from the pavement, it’s Max stood before them. Both of his hands are hooked in the straps of his backpack and his chest is heaving just a little, like he’d jogged to catch them up.
“You’ll of course be at the race tomorrow?” Max asks. Lando’s not sure where this conversation is going, but he’s pretty sure it doesn’t have to happen right now. He hopes the look he’s giving Max is sufficiently irritated.
It must do the job, because Max’s eyes brighten and he says “Not pleased about that, Lando?”
Oscar’s hand goes from Lando’s palm to his back again, quick, and before Lando can open his mouth, Oscar’s saying, “He doesn’t feel good.”
“Ah,” Max says. Lando can’t figure out the look he’s being given.
“The race tomorrow?” Lando presses. If they’re going to chat about whatever it was right now, they could at least get to the point.
Max nods, shifting his gaze back to Oscar, “You are staying, yeah?”
“Yeah," Oscar says, "Why?”
It’s taking too long. Lando squeezes his eyes shut and presses his forehead against Oscar’s shoulder, hoping the counterpressure might do anything at all for the hot ache in his brain. Oscar’s hand goes immediately to the back of Lando’s neck, like it’s habit, and his thumb starts drawing firm lines down the muscle there, hairline to nape. It feels…really, really nice, actually.
“You’ll fly back with us after,” he can make out Max saying, “to Monaco. Lando and I and a few others.”
That doesn’t really make sense. Oscar’s been planning to go home for a bit over the mini break, Lando knows, they talked about it nearly right away when the agreement was drawn up. Far be it from him to argue that point, though, not when Oscar’s saying “Yeah, thanks, mate,” and his thumb’s still easing the pain in Lando’s skull. Lando would blame it on the headache, but it’s not like he’ll mind the extra time with Oscar, either. Which Max knows.
Lando cracks his eyes open and shifts enough to squint suspiciously at his friend, but Max is just grinning happily at the pair of them.
“Very good,” Max says. Sure.
“That’s all?” Oscar asks. His thumb finally stills. Lando does not whine about it, but it’s a close thing.
“Yes,” Max says, “you can take grumpy home now.”
Then, before Lando can decide whether that’s worth getting upset over, Oscar squeezes the back of his neck and nudges him up off his shoulder. His eyes are apologetic when Lando meets them, and he kisses Lando once on the forehead as he slides their palms back together.
It’s nice. Domestic. Very convincing, probably. Oscar’s gotten really good at his job.
“We’ll see you, mate,” Oscar says.
Max clasps Oscar’s hand for a second, then squeezes Lando’s shoulder on his way by.
When he's a few steps off, Oscar says, “Ready?” like Lando hasn’t been begging to go this whole time.
Lando says yes, please and he can tell it's a little whiny, because Oscar says "Hey, okay love, I'm sorry" and brushes a gentle kiss against his lips. Lando thinks Max is probably too far away to see it, but Oscar would know better.
It’s not until they’re finally settled into the back of the car, sides pressed together, that Lando remembers:
“Max knows about everything. You didn’t have to… he knows.”
Oscar’s gaze is soft and maybe a little sad, for some reason, but he smiles past it and combs his fingers through Lando’s hair until he settles.
“Yeah,” Oscar says as Lando’s head falls back against his shoulder, “He does.”
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uzi-x33 ¡ 3 months ago
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”this latest little game of yours, thank the stars it’s over. did you have fun? did you get everything out of your system?”
“I-”
“good, good. everyone is so relieved. welcome home demon prodigy.”
ENTRY FOR @nori-draws-sometimes DTIYS YIPPEE^_^ THIS WAS SO SO FUN AND I COULNT GET THAT STEVEN UNIVERSE AUDIO OUT OF MY HEAD LMAO😭 CONGRATS ON 2K ON INSTA NORI🎉‼️
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duusheen ¡ 7 months ago
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Hope went back home to pay the rent before traveling to her parents' house and was planning to simply put the money in the mailbox, but Sterling was there and she said, "Why not?". The problem is Sterling has a special ability to get on Hope's nerves, and as expected, they started arguing. But this time the argument lasted really short, and Hope started to think that maybe, just maybe, she could get along with Sterling at some point and be friends. Not today tho.
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The real reason why Sterling was being nice 🤸🏽‍♀️
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memoirsofasim ¡ 9 months ago
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Celeste and Alonso returned home to overcast weather and a yard full of leaves. There was a chill in the air and winter was just around the corner. Just like all their other vacations Celeste was quick to hang photos on the wall and put on display any items they picked up from their trip.
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truly-morgan ¡ 2 months ago
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Kinktober Summer Rerun 2024: Deepthroating ● MoShang ❄️🐹
【DAY 27】
[#moshang, deepthroating, semi-public]
Many had, silently and without a word, noted how the little human at their king’s side was missing from this day's meeting. It was rare not seeing him around Mobei-Jun, running after him with arms full of scrolls and boxes, or at least in the same vicinity as him. The only time the small human wasn’t by his side seemed to be when he was back on his peak.
So his absence was noticed quickly and by everyone.
The ones with sharper noses could still smell his scent in the room, but everyone chucked it to it clinging to their king’s robes. That or he had been here before everyone came in. No one assumed he was in the room with them.
How wrong were they.
Shang Qinghua was actually kneeling under the table on the cold hard floor, kept warm by the thick fur cloak draped over him. He had even folded par of the cloak under his knee, making it easier on his body. It wasn't like he was going to be going anywhere any time soon anyway.
He knew he had to be quiet, but at times he wanted to hum and nearly purr when he could feel his king’s hand pat his head a little. Not that it would be easy to do with what was sitting in his mouth anyway.
They had gotten a little too excited a little too close to the meeting Mobei-Jun was meant to have and had now been stuck here. Something that shouldn't have taken that long had started to stretch for quite a while. And of course, there wasnt really anything Shang Qinghua could be doing about it aside from listening while leaning on the demon king.
But after a while he decided that he was bored to death, and he knew it was likely the case for the northern king. So he decided to start over what he had been doing, warm hands pulling the man’s cock out again. He couldn’t see his king’s expression, but he was wondering if he was still as poker face as usual. Only on rare private moment would he slightly more openly show his emotion.
He still liked the way he felt him tense against his arms though, showing it was leaving him indifferent completely.
He would have been slow, had he not already teased him enough earlier, he wanted his mouth filled right now. So he quickly and skillfully started sucking him, knowing all the right ways to make him feel good. He could truly lose himself doing this, bobbing his head and licking along the veins of his cock.
Was his jaw aching? Sure, but he was enjoying himself and he knew he was also pleasing his husband. Maybe he could receive a little punishment for being a tease while surrounded by everyone like this.
Not that he believed anyone would find out.
So he continued working on his cock, encouraged further by the times he would gently pat his head with cold hands. Working his way up until he was able to take him down his throat.
He knew his king loved it when he does so.
He was still proud of how far he could take his king, nose pressed against his pubis. And the northern demon wasn’t a small man, far from it even. He wondered how many people would be able to take him like this, not that he believed anyone would be able to get close enough to.
So he continued going up and down his cock, more carefully this time as he fuck his own throat on the demon’s cock. If only the meeting could soon finish, he too was getting worked up, cock straining against the front of his pants.
He decided to start palming himself through the fabric, following slightly the rhythm he had started with his mouth. Then one press had him moaning more loudly than he expected, throat spasming around the cock deep in his throat.
Then he heard and /felt/ the low growl that came out of his husband.
The room grew suddenly silent, surprised by the sudden sound. Then the demon that had been bargaining and arguing scramble to finish this meeting quickly, thinking it was because of what someone said.
Even Shang Qinghua had frozen up a little, surprised by the sudden sound coming from the demon king. He knew it was not directed towards him, but it still had effect on him (although he wasn’t quiet sure which). Although he supposed it wasn’t too bad, seeing how it covered up his own moans.
In no time the room started being emptied after the meeting was finally put to an end. Only then did Shang Qinghua pull away from his cock, throat feeling a little sore now. After pushing his chair away a little, he saw the demon looking down at him, before leaning down to pick him up.
He found himself sitting on the edge of the table, the northern king leaning over him and caging him here. “Qinghua” Mobei-jun said lowly, a bit of hidden amusement hidden in his warning tone.
This had Shang Qinghua smile innocently, leaning back a little more. “What is it, my King?” he asked, voice a little more hoarse than he thought it would be. “Have I done something bad? Then maybe I should be punished” he smiled coyly.
This had the man over him huffing, a large hand coming to his lower back to lift him up a little bit. “I suppose this king shall punish you for daring distract me while I was having an important meeting” he said.
“I didn’t know it was that easy to distract you” Shang Qinghua chuckled, looping his arms around his neck.
To this the demon lord only hummed befor elifting him up, ready to cut a portal to his bedroom. His little husband knew that if anything could ever distract the demon, it had to be him.
And he was ready to distract him some more.
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s0fti3w1tch ¡ 1 year ago
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Yknow what, for fun ♥︎ Complete the heart
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Rules are just:
@ me and put the tag #s0fti3w1tch's 2k
Don't edit Trainee/TD!AU Leo
No ship art
No h0rny
No deadlines or prizes, just do this if you wanna do it. I wasn't sure if I would celebrate getting 2k, but I thought maybe at least a little thing like this would be fun.
Regardless, thank you for all the support.
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ronearoundblindly ¡ 5 months ago
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alright, I mean this is the nicest way possible, and please believe me when I say this is not to discourage anyone's enjoyment of other content on this site, but...
Should I do some sort of celebration/challenge thing that does not involve dark themes??
I know it's not just me, I know there's a few of us who would at least like a better balance, but I do want people to participate. I want stuff to share that I actually got to read thoroughly instead of skip huge chunks or just reblog without reading because I can't take the triggers. I'm so, so, so tired of half-assing my participation for my own mental health.
anyway. thanks for reading.
EDIT: If you feel something you wrote recently, long ago, or read fits this criteria, please please please feel free to send me a link in ask or DM.
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mister-eames ¡ 5 months ago
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@inception30daychallenge day 6: A fic rec.
This is one of my comfort fics; it has everything that just makes me feel okay at the end of a long, awful day. It's the fic equivalent of cuddling on the couch with someone while drinking a hot chocolate. Domesticity, love, cats, food (and providing it to the one you love). I love their love in this.
Alfie by queuebird. Arthur/Eames, 4.4k
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wistfulwatcher ¡ 1 year ago
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i feel like your roman candle; misty/nat, 8k, explicit
written in response to a series of tumblr erotic prompts (since i ended up getting many more than i was expecting, i have combined the ones that fit!).
prompts used: caught masturbating, torn lace, against the wall, fingers (@igotreallyreallytiredofmyoldurl), “do that again”, hair, panting, love bites, taste, restrained, desperate, tease, on the edge, and in public (if you squint)
read here on ao3
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nekoannie-chan ¡ 1 year ago
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I wish it wasn’t true
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Pairing: Mean!Ex!Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader, ? X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.
Word count: 1185 words.
Summary: You are trying to forget your relationship with your ex-boyfriend Steve.
Warnings: Mean!Steve,  Ex!Steve, old violent relationship, broke up, new relationship, jealousy, past toxic relationship.
A/N: This my entry to @locke-writes’ 2K Writing Challenge with the song prompt #13 and the dialogue prompt #4:
“Happier than ever- Billie Eilish.”
“I trust you. I just don’t trust them.”
You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.
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You moved uncomfortably; you knew that everything Steve was saying on TV was a lie, but after fixing all the chaos that Thanos had caused, he changed. Or maybe not, and he had always been like that; he just knew very well how to act. After so many years, he knew how to pretend he was a victim.
" 'Cause that shit's embarrassing," Steve said in the interview.
"Maybe you shouldn't watch that; I don't want you to be sad," he said as he turned off the TV and put the cupcake on the coffee table.
"It's okay; I'm fine, really," you assured him, looking him in the eyes.
"Y/N."
It had been several months since you had thought about him, and now you were happy.
"When I'm away from you, Steve, I'm happier than ever", you thought. Last week, you enjoyed activities you hadn't done for a long time.
Nevertheless, you began to think about what had happened while you were with Steve as you picked up the cupcake to eat it.
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Steve was not answering the communicator; you were worried that maybe something had happened to him and he needed reinforcements, or maybe...
You shook your head to get rid of those ideas. A few seconds later, Steve appeared. He wasn't hurt, although he looked very upset.
"You scared me to death," you said, approaching. Steve didn't even look at you; he just continued on his way.
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"I trust you. I just don't trust them," Steve said when you informed him that you would have a mission with friends who also worked in the Organization.
In the end, you asked to change teams; you had argued with Steve about it.
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"Are you all right? "he asked.
"Yes, I was just thinking," you answered.
"You can tell me anything; you know that.
"I wish I could explain it better," even though you had already told him what happened plus what was obvious that most people had seen.
"Take your time; you can say anything you want."
"I wish it wasn't true and that it had never happened, that it was all a dream. Every day was horrible, and I'd end up more afraid."
You went on talking for a couple of hours.
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Finally, you had decided on your old apartment: you were going to rent it. You had only gone to get some things you had forgotten. You were startled when you heard the front door close. No one but you had the keys, but suddenly you remembered that Steve had never given them back to you.
You peeked out, and Steve was standing there; maybe he had been spying on you all this time, and that's why you had had that strange feeling during the week.
"Y/N, long time no see," Steve greeted you, and you swallowed saliva.
"Steve, what are you doing here?" You said, trying not to be obvious, that you were looking for your cell phone.
"Are you looking for this?" Steve showed you the cell phone.
"What do you want?" You replied.
"Talk; I never knew why you left the house," he replied. "Don't say it isn't fair."
"You clearly weren't aware that you made me miserable."
"Please, I'm the best thing that ever happened to you in your whole life; you didn't appreciate it."
"And all that you did was make me fucking sad."
"Come on, Y/N, stop playing the victim; I think I at least need an explanation."
"I always said you were misunderstood just because of who you were before the serum, but that doesn't mean you're really a good person."
"Oh, come on, are you serious? You'd do the opposite of what you said you'd do."
"So, if you really wanna know the reasons why I left you, you should reflect on everything that happened and what you did."
"Are you saying it was my fault you ran off with who knows who?" Steve said.
"No, what I'm saying is that it was a long time ago that I didn't love you anymore because of the way you treated me. 'Cause I'd never treat me this way, you know, I deserve a hell of a lot better," you replied.
"No, Y/N, you have to admit that it wasn't my fault that we broke up; it was your friends', 'cause you only listen to your fucking friends."
"That's a lie, Steve; you were the one who was trying to keep me away from everyone, but I'm wasting my breath."
"You're lying; besides, I doubt anyone would want to go out with you; everyone believes me and knows who you are and everything you did."
"I never told anyone anything bad about you; I just told the truth to those who asked me," "you said.
"Stop lying; you always liked to draw attention to yourself."
"And I don't talk shit about you!" You ruined everything. There were so many things I loved to do, and you made me hate them. "You were having a hard time staying calm, and again, the fear of him was coming back". You were my everything."
"I still am, but you don't want to accept it; come on, Y/N, if you behave yourself, everything will be as it should be."
"And don't try to make me feel bad."
"I'm just saying you should consider things," Steve said with a smirk on his face.
"You made all my moments your own; you know the plans always worked; I was the one making the plans, and you took all the credit; why do you think your last few missions have failed?"
"You need me."
"So don't waste the time I don't have; please go away," you asked. "I don't relate to you."
Steve laughed. "Why do you keep playing the victim? You're the one who left me."
"Just fucking leave me alone."
"Rogers, you better leave; Y/N has been very clear; she doesn't love you, and she doesn't want to be with you." You heard a male voice behind Steve, and you smiled when you saw him.
"Don't get in the way, Rumlow," Steve replied.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to threaten me? Because it's not going to work with me, you'd better leave. Anyway, I'll inform S.H.I.E.L.D. what happened," Brock threatened firmly.
Steve gave him a hateful look before leaving the apartment.
"Are you all right? I think I arrived in time. "
"Better than ever, I finally got to tell him everything I wanted to. I don't love Steve Rogers anymore; he may still think he's the best person in the world, but one day the truth will come out."
"Do you still want to go to the movies?"
"Sure, I've been waiting for months for the movie to come out; I wouldn't miss it for the world."
You took the car keys, and after the movie, you would tell Brock that if you had agreed to both of them being transferred to another S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in another country, you would start over from scratch and start a new life together. Now you're happy.
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ricecaqes ¡ 5 months ago
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haha yaaayyy i finally beat summit (<- only has cracked maps left. pray for my sanity)
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