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I started writing porn during my work breaks to torture my friends (as you do) and sometimes it turns into feelings, so whatever, I'll drop this here. Possibly part of a WIP now because isn't everything these days? (My poor WIP folder.)
They spent so much time apart, first because he was dead, then because he distanced himself from her after coming back, and then because he was in hiding. Now that they’re back together, they can’t stop kissing, they can’t stop touching. They’re always connected, holding hands, standing with their sides pressed together, small pecks hello or goodbye turning into long, hungry kisses, hands clawing at each other to get closer, closer, always closer.
At night they fall asleep with their legs tangled, her head on his chest, or him spooned up behind her; they fit together so perfectly. Words are still difficult. So much has happened. He feels endless guilt for leaving her alone, leaving her to deal with the fallout of their decisions all on her own. She feels guilt heavy in her heart for giving up their son, for depriving him of his chance to be a father, she feels like the destroyer of their little family.
Touch comes easier to them and they tell each other what they can’t say through letting their bodies speak for them. It’s hard and rough some nights, pure desperation, don’t ever leave me again because I’d die, mark me, make me yours, ruin me for anyone else. Most nights it’s unbearably slow and tender, laced with a melancholy sadness mixed with tentative hope growing in the shadows that hold both danger and promise. It’s apology and affirmation, I’m sorry, I love you, here’s my heart for you to keep, it’s always been yours and always will be.
She opens her legs for him and he pushes into her slowly, coming home, covering her with his body as she holds him close. He doesn’t move, just kisses her, and she kisses back. This is what they need, connection, physical metaphor for everything language can’t yet express. When he starts rolling his hips it’s slow and shallow; they’re full of need, burning with desire for release, but every time they fall over that edge it means it’s over. Until next time. And they never take next times for granted anymore. Not after everything they’ve lost.
His forehead rests against hers as they breathe each other’s air, as her hands roam his back and he fucks her so gently, with such soul-deep devotion it brings tears to her eyes as she clenches around him, holding onto him so tightly with every part of her being.
They’re still unpracticed, they’d only just started when he was taken from her, they didn’t have a chance after he returned. But they’re learning, learning each other, learning this new language. The sounds that mean they need more, or less, or that it’s perfect.
She comes first, and he knows what to do, how to move to make it good for her, to keep her coming and coming until her moans turn into whimpers through that final crest before her body goes soft under him, and only then does he let himself go, spilling into her with a broken sound escaping his throat. It’s an ending and an oath, a beginning, a confirmation of continuity: them against the world, forever. In this moment, they’re a part of each other, their combined pleasure stronger and more meaningful than any marriage vow could ever be.
He stays inside her as long as he can and they part reluctantly, only to come back together later, always. There are no guarantees, but there are promises, there’s love. They’ll make it work.
#txf#the x files#msr#mulder and scully#fic#or whatever this is#idk idk#typing out a few hundred words of feelings-smut in between things gets me through the day#I suppose there are weirder ways to cope
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this comic reminded me so much of that one true “happy ending” the player gets after completing their first true (or just regular) pacifist. And by player I mean the person behind the screen actually playing!
This definitely embodied how I felt, and I feel like they’re finally learning and understanding things they didn’t before and I’m so proud of them :)
I do have a question though: how did you feel when making this comic? I know it was a big one, and I’m kinda wondering if you felt sentimental or something else when creating this! anyway, I love your comic, and take your time! We’ll all be waiting for you! :3
This page in particular was important to me. It was the one I looked forward to working on the most out of all of them. I am a sucker for "hurt and comfort" stories and this page pretty much embodies that.
As you know Twin Runes was conceptualized as on offshoot of The Other Script. In there, I go even more deeply into this genre because this sibling dynamic between Frisk and Kris is SO insanely fun to write. And there is so much potential there because of what happens within these games. And the way these characters interact and react is what makes it for me. I love these characters. I love writing for them.
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oral fixation
summary: din eats pussy for the first time.
Din has a little problem, a hyper fixation you might say. He wants to eat you out so bad. It’s a deep, primal urge inside him. But being desperate to eat you out isn’t necessarily a problem, though. The problem is that he’s never done it before. He’s worried he’ll be bad at it. He’s worried you’ll hate it and never want him to do it again. That thought breaks his heart. He loves you more than anything else in the galaxy. All he wants to do is pleasure you.
So what does every anxious, inexperienced man turn to at a time like this? He turns to porn.
When you first got together, several many months ago, you brought a holo-pad onto the Crest. Din thought it was mainly for reading or mapping out a course for traveling. But what he didn’t realize is that you can watch videos on it, spicy videos even. You’ve brought up watching porn together as a method of foreplay, which he enjoyed, but he’s never watched them by himself.
Until now.
You’re at the market on Nevarro. The Razor Crest is parked on the outskirts of town. Din is completely alone and he’s going to take advantage of that. He picks up the holo-pad and browses through the database of videos. He stops scrolling at a particular one titled, “Naboo Cutie Gets Her Flower Licked by a Mandalorian Daddy”.
…Flower?
But the word “Mandalorian” in the title also caught his eye. He glances over his shoulder to make sure you’re not back yet before he clicks on the video.
It looks like it was filmed somewhere on Naboo, in a random field. The woman is lying down on a blanket in the grass. It’s a sunny day out, her skin shiny and slick with some sort of body oil. The man kneels on the blanket, situating himself by her feet. He’s wearing Mandalorian armor that’s most likely fake. He takes off his helmet and hovers over her face.
“Let daddy see your flower, princess,” he says.
That sentence sounds sort of awkward to Din but the woman seems to like it, whimpering in response. He makes a mental note of the dirty talk and continues watching.
The man spreads her legs apart and crouches down so he’s face to face with the woman’s cunt. The camera zooms in on what’s going on and Din is thankful for that. He’s watching this to learn, not for his own pleasure. The man licks her entrance, running his tongue slowly up towards her clit. The woman lets out a long moan, most likely extremely exaggerated. But it doesn’t take long for the man to bury his face in her cunt, his nose grinding against her clit. The man slides two fingers inside her, driving the woman insane. She clearly likes it because soon enough, Din’s bunk is filled with the lewd noises of the woman’s moans and screams, and the absurd slurping noises the man makes.
…It’s a little much for Din but eventually, he’s tuning out the noises and fantasizing about doing this to you. He’s so into his fantasy that he doesn’t notice you entering the Crest and standing behind him until you place a hand on his shoulder and ask, “What are you watching?”
He startles a bit, his body jolting a little before pausing the video.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” you chuckle.
“It’s okay…” he says, still feeling embarrassed.
“So, what are you watching?”
“Uhh…” He doesn’t finish, instead just handing you the holo-pad so you can see for yourself.
You take it in your hands and unpause the video. Your eyes widen at what’s happening on the screen.
“I see. What were you watching this for?”
“I want… I want to do that.”
“Really?” you ask, your lips curling into a suggestive smirk.
“Yes. I want. So badly,” he says, his strained horniness prominent in his voice.
“Why?”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“You’re sweet,” you say, turning off the holo-pad and setting it on the shelf behind you, “Let’s do it.”
“Really?”
“Mhm,” you say, starting to undress.
You toss your clothes into a small pile on the floor and kick off your shoes. Din moves so you can lie down on the bunk. He takes off his helmet to reveal his face, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. His face is still a sight you’re getting used to, always a treat. He wastes no time pressing his lips against your neck, licking and tugging at the soft skin with his teeth. He moves downward, trailing kisses along your collarbone before getting to your breasts. He takes one in his hand and runs his tongue along the other. He takes your nipple in his mouth, moaning as he sucks on it. He only recently took off his helmet in front of you. And ever since then whenever you’re intimate, he has the urge to christen your skin with his mouth in whatever way he can. He’s developed a sort of oral fixation, obsessed with kissing, licking, biting you, marking you up in places only he can see.
He moves his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment before moving down your tummy and abdomen. He leaves goosebumps on your skin in the wake of his mouth, finally arriving at your groin. He takes a deep breath once he’s staring directly at your cunt. And that’s when he says, “Daddy’s gonna lick your flower, princess.”
You can’t help but laugh, just a little.
“What?”
“Flower?”
“Is that what I should call it?”
“Just call it what it is. Like pussy or cunt.”
“Okay,” he says shakily before licking a slow stripe up your cunt.
You shiver in response, prompting him to say, “Mmm, you like when daddy eats your pussy?”
“Much better. Ah!” you say, your words getting cut off by a moan he licks your cunt again.
He licks up and down your entrance before moving to your clit, swirling his tongue around it. For it being his first time doing this, he’s not doing a bad job. The movement of his tongue circles faster and faster around your clit.
But then he stops for a second much to your dismay. He picks up his head off the cot and tugs off his glove, tossing it on the floor. He brings two fingers to his mouth, moistening them and inserting one inside you slowly. He returns his mouth to your clit and curls his finger against your walls. It feels so good, but you need more.
“More,” you moan softly. He hums against your cunt, sending a vibration up your core before he adds a second finger. He presses them against your g-spot and sucks on your clit simultaneously, a perfect combination of the two sensations.
You feel yourself arrive at the edge and you moan out “Din, I’m gonna cum.”
He does falter the flow of his movements, instead picking up the pace. You cum against his face, your release soaking his hand and his chin. Your back arches up off the cot and your limbs are filled with waves of pleasure.
But once you’re done coming you’re back down on the cot. Din laps up your release, savoring your test before pulling away and looking up at you, his facial hair soaked.
“That was your first time doing that?” you breathe out, your voice still sort of high-pitched from your orgasm.
“First time,” he affirms.
“Couldn’t tell,” you sigh. But then you quickly add, “Aside from the dirty talk.”
Can’t resist the opportunity to make fun of him, just a little bit.
“I’ll get better at that, cyar’ika,” he promises.
“Your turn now?” you ask, moving to sit upright.
But instead, he places a hand on your tummy and gently pushes you back down.
“Actually, I think I want to stay down here longer… That okay with you?” he says, followed by another lap at your cunt.
“Fine with me,” you sigh.
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal x reader#din djarin fanfiction#din djarin smut#din djarin x reader#din djarin#the mandalorian fanfiction
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can i pretty pls request a fluffy nash oneshot 🙏🏻
one with banter somewhat similar to how he and libby talk 🙏🏻 (in the tiny moments we get of them 💔)
thank you so much for this request!! I know it was requested a while ago, so sorry it’s taken me this long. I gave it a go, but I don’t think I hit the nail right on the head with what you requested, sorry!!
title: comfort from a cowboy
pairing: nash hawthorne x reader
synopsis: you had a not-so-nice interview and nash comforts you
warnings:
a/n: for @kit4strophe 💖💖
taglist: @lovethornes @whatsamongus @wish-i-were-heather @inmyheaddd @never-enough-novels @fleuriosa @midiosaamor @sweetreveriee @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @zaraaaabear @thoughtdaughter3 @benny1989fredd @elysianwayy77 @maybxlle @sheisntyou @anintellectualintellectual @aleatorio1234 @adalia-jaycee @off-to-the-r4ces @lyra-kane @reminiscentreader @lyrakanefanatic @imaseabear @elizaa31 @loveinalocket @lanterns-and-daydreams @hermesenthusiast
My head rests against the hard wall behind me and I’ve been sat on the floor for so long my bum has gone numb. But I can’t be bothered to get up and move, I don’t have enough energy.
I replay the interview - or should I call it an interrogation - that had happened just a few hours earlier. It’s been on a sort of loop in my brain for a while now. The same blood boiling questions over and over and over. I never want to go through that again.
I hear my door open which is odd because when it’s shut usual no one bothers me, they know better than to. I don’t open my eyes immediately. I play a little game with myself, a silent game - ‘who is at the door’. Jameson? Unlikely. Grayson? Almost a definite no. Alisa? Don’t see it happening. Xander? A possibility. Nash? I doubted it. Avery? Wouldn’t be surprised. Oren? Only if there’s an emergency. Libby? Most likely.
I open my eyes and to my surprise my guess is annoyingly wrong. Usually I’m quite good at guessing games but I supposed today was an exception. Maybe it’s because there’s so much on my mind.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, scrunching up my nose at the sight of a certain texan cowboy motorcyclist.
“Careful,” he warns, the corners of his lips turning up in the slightest way, as he saunters in and sits down beside me, “you almost look happy to see me.”
“What are you doing here?” I repeat, not really in the mood for his games or anyone’s games for that matter.
“Sitting beside you,” he replies simply.
I narrow my eyes and shoot him a look, “don’t be cryptic.”
“You asked,” Nash shrugs, acting so laid back he was nearly horizontal.
“Why are you here?” I rephrase sharply, a tone he couldn’t ignore or twist or make light of.
“To make sure you’re alright,” he answers me earnestly, something in his deep hazel eyes that resembled concern.
“Well I’m fine, there we go,” I say shortly, “end of story, goodbye, the door is to your left.”
I close my eyes again and tilt my head back to rest on the wall, assuming he’d leave at my finalisation.
“I’m very aware of where the door is,” he drawls, “but that doesn’t mean I’m going to use it.”
I internally scream in frustration and then open my eyes to meet his.
“Look I’m not in the mood for socialising right now,” I explain, trying hard not to sound too angry and defensive otherwise me might keep prying.
Nash is understanding. If I told him this, maybe he’d understand a kindly leave me be.
“You don’t have to socialise with me,” he says calmly, the soothing quality of his voice making it almost impossible for me to be mad at him.
“Fine,” I snap, standing up and perching myself on the end of my bed.
I won’t socialise. He can sit there bored out of his mind for all I care, in fact I hope he does. I lay back on the bed my head hitting the mattress with a soft thud. I want to sleep and rid myself of being such a prisoner to my own thoughts but for some reason I can’t bring myself to. And I know that reason is called Nash Hawthorne.
“Say something,” I groan sitting up.
If we have the conversation he so clearly wants, then he would leave, then I could sleep. Simple.
“What?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“Just say something,” I exasperate, “the silence is killing me.”
A small smirk plays on his lips, “what happened to no socialising?”
“Just shut up and stay something,” I nearly yell.
“That phrase is one confusing oxymoron,” he chuckles, shaking his head.
“You’re a moron,” I reply, snarkily.
He laughs at me. It was a real laugh, not a pity one. His eyes are lit up and the smile fills his face. It is a pretty laugh, I think that’s what annoys me the most. I liked it.
“Tell me something,” I press on, “anything.”
He pauses for a minute. And then another. And then another. Until the pause is so long I wonder if he’s going to talk at all. Slowly he makes his way beside me again and looks deep into my eyes like he can read them.
“You don’t like all this,” he begins, “you didn’t ask for it, you wish you could go back to your old life but feel selfish and guilty to wish that because people would die to be in your situation.”
I try not to betray my shock but I’m awful at hiding my thoughts and feelings. My face probably says it all. Part of me is angry. He shouldn’t know this. I shouldn’t be this easy to read. It’s not fair. The other part is touched that someone care this much.
I fold my arms protectively across my chest and raise my eyebrows, “and who are you to tell me that?”
“An observer,” he says, almost gently.
“Stop observing me,” I tell him, “I’m not a project.”
“Oh I would never dream of considering you a project,” he replies, his voice deep in the back of his throat.
I move in closer, pinning him with an accusing look, “then what do you consider me?”
“Hold your horses, darlin’, I’m asking the questions here,” Nash grins, something about the way the light sparkles in his eyes gets under my skin.
“Says who? And don’t call me darling,” I tell him bluntly.
“Says me,” he shrugs nonchalantly.
He doesn’t add a darlin’ on the end and part of me respects him for that. If I’d been talking to anyone else they probably would’ve tried to piss me off even more. But Nash isn’t like that, he never has been.
“Well I don’t care what you have to say,” I quip.
“I never asked you to care,” he replies, his voice reminding me of a waveless sea.
I glance at him and find his eyes are already on me, I exhale slowly and ask him one more time, “why are you here?”
“To make sure you’re okay,” he answers in an instant. No double meanings, no puzzles, no avoidance, just a straight answer. But it takes me by surprise just as much.
I try to cover my true feelings, “why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“I saw it,” Nash tells me softly, apology decadently laced through his eyes.
He was referring to the interview of course. I didn’t know he watched mine like I watched his.
“I told you not to watch,” I scowl.
“I’m not very good at listening,” he shrugs.
“Clearly,” I roll my eyes, playing with the fabric of my jumper sleeve to avoid looking at him.
“So are you okay?” he asks, again his voice stole that gentle tone that made my heart melt into mush.
“I’m fine,” I reply, keeping my tone cold and hard.
Of course I’m not fine. I am anything but fine. But saying you’re fine is so much easier than talking through the hard parts, the truth. And sometimes if you pretend it’s fine for long enough you can trick yourself into believing it too.
“I know what happened,” he reminds me with a tenderness that made my limbs ache to curl against his body.
“And I’m fine,” I say sharply, still in denial, still trying to be too stubborn for my own good.
“Well now you’ve told me twice it makes it all the more real,” he barks out a laugh.
I roll my eyes.
“Why do you care so much anyway,” I scoff.
“You’re important.”
The answer is lightning fast, almost like a reaction. It doesn’t have to be thought about, pondered or even considered. It’s just engraved into his brain as the thing that feels more natural, the most ‘right’ to reply with.
“What?”
“You’re important and I care that you’re okay,” he says.
I don’t know what mix of emotions hit my chest, I just know they hit with an impact that knocks all the air out of my lungs. He cares. I’m important to him. He wants to know I’m okay.
“What are you hiding under that cowboy hat?”
He almost chokes on his own spit in surprise. Then gain composure and leans back, raising an eyebrow, “you’re changing the subject?”
“Answer my question,” I demand, narrowing my eyes.
“What do you mean what am I hiding under my cowboy hat?” he muses with a sweet small smile.
“Well you have it on 24/7,” I explain, “so I presume you’re hiding something.”
“Just because something is covered up doesn’t mean it’s hiding something,” he says ,”and it goes both ways, just because something looks normal doesn’t mean it’s not hiding something.”
I have a feeling he’s not talking about cowboy hats anymore.
“I did what I had to do,” I reply.
“Stayed silent?” he asked.
“It was better,” I press on.
A flicker of rage flashes through his face, “people don’t get to talk to you like that.”
“I know,” I yell back.
“Then why did you let them,” he asks me, annoying not raising his voice to escalate the situation.
I fancy a good yelling match in this moment with all the anger built up inside of me, he can see that and he isn’t giving in. I can’t tell if I like him more for doing that or not.
“Not every battle is worth fighting,” I snap back, “you should know that better than anyone.”
“I do,” he replies, almost cautiously, “but some are.”
“If people see you’ll fight everything you throw at them they will use that against you,” I tell him, “if you act unbothered in the first place you can surprise them one day and fight back.”
“You’re a tactical thinker,” Nash comments.
“Who cares what I am?” I reply.
His voice softens with every feature of his face, “I care.”
And there it is again. That mix of emotions with impact just hurling towards my chest. I never know what to say, it steals all my words before I get to say them. So silence consumes us, as if we’re two eskimos dead in the snow, the frostbite gnawing at our frozen bodies.
“You don’t have to act tough in front of me darlin, I can see right through you,” he murmurs, so softly I wonder why I didn’t just melt on the spot.
“Don’t call me darling,” I snap, avoiding his eyes.
I’m worried if I look into them I’ll tell him everything. And I can’t risk pouring everything out, not when I’ve hidden it so well for this long.
“I’m here,” he says desperately.
I feel as his hand clasps around mine, giving it two squeezes. Reassurance. My heart pounds in my chest. I want to tell him, I want to be free of my problems, I want someone to help me. But I’d promised myself I wouldn’t.
“I know,” I pause for a long while and he lets me, “it’s just hard.”
My voice cracks at the last word. After being so steady for so long it was bound to happen at some point.
“I know,” he says delicately, “believe me, I know.”
I let one tear slip down my cheek but as it rolls down, for my dignity he pretends not to notice. Always a gentleman.!
“I hate people,” I whisper, “they really suck.”
It was all I could manage without completely breaking down.
“I hate people too,” he agrees. I let him put an arm around me and I hesitantly lean into his chest.
I make a strangled laughing sound, “we should start a club.”
He sighs and quietly asks, “do you want to leave this place?”
“No,” I hesitate slightly, “and yes, but I’m not going to.”
“Is that what you really want?” Nash asks earnestly, a kind look in his eyes that is rare to find in any human being.
“Yeah, for now,” I nod.
“Good,” he says, “I’m glad you’re staying.”
“You’d miss me if I was gone?” I look up to him and raise my eyebrows.
“Of course,” he replies, “you’re one of us, your family now.”
I smile, my cheeks warming up to tint a rosy colour. I sniff as I let him wipe my final tear away with the soft pad of him thumb. There’s a moment that we lock eyes and neither of us dare look away. We both are very still. It’s like time isn’t moving.
When his thumb finally leaves my cheek all I can think about is how I want his touch there again. It’s like I need it now. Like how a drug addict craves a needle in their arm. The absence of that feeling of his skin on mine is horrible.
“Besides who will I have to call me a moron if you go away,” he jokes, tilting his cowboy hat towards me.
“You are pure cheek Nash Hawthorne,” I poke my tongue out.
“I’ve heard that one before in many different contexts,” he smirks with a wink.
Who knew Nash Hawthorne looked so good when he winked?
I gape in shock, “who knew you could make crude jokes!?”
“I may be the eldest and most responsible but who do you think taught everything to Jamie?” he asks.
“I’d never thought of that before,” I reply.
He shrugs in a very Nash kind of way, “welcome to the inner workings of being a Hawthorne.”
“Should I be flattered to be so privy to such important information?” I grin batting my eyelashes at him.
He moves in, “that depends on how much you value it.”
Our faces are inches apart. I feel something in my chest. Aside from my heart racing, there’s a feeling deep within my heart. It’s warm and tingly and tender. It’s sweet but bitter at the same time, and yet I still crave it.
“Let’s make a deal,” he whispers, our noses so close they could be touching.
“Is this a Hawthorne kind of deal?” I question in a murmur.
“Well what other kind of deal would it be,” Nash says, pulling back a little disappointing me slightly.
Still, I raise an eyebrow and cock my head to the side telling him to continue
“You don’t put up your wall anymore and you talk to me about your problems,” he proposes.
“A deal has two sides Hawthorne,” I remind him.
“Indeed it does,” he nods, “so name your price.”
“You learn when to shut up,” I say.
“What?”
“When I say I’m not in the mood for socialising understand it and move on,” I reply.
I wouldn’t be having the conversation if he’d just left me alone to start with. Not that I’m complaining, this conversation is rapidly becoming my favourite yet, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Deal.”
We take each others hands and with a firm shake the deal is bound.
“Starts today,” Nash adds, “now.”
“Perfect,” I smile mischievously, “then I think you should stop talking.”
“See I don’t think I-“
“Shhhh,” I shush him.
“But-“
“Shut up.”
“Mouth is shut!” he exclaims trying not to laugh.
“Forever?” I challenge.
“Can’t keep me quiet for that long darlin’,” he drawls.
“I can try,” I reply.
“You’re setting yourself up for failure,” he sing songs.
I put my finger on his lips and this time physically he can’t suppress him smile.
“How does failure taste?” I murmur.
“Like something you’ll enjoy,” he counters, talking against my fingertips. I can’t help but grin.
“Wanna get out of here for a bit, get some fresh air?” he asks me.
“Do I,” I sigh, dropping my hand from his mouth, relieved he finally asked
“Come on darlin’,” Nash says.
I don’t tell him not to call me darling. In fact it’s growing on me. He holds my hands, they’re warm against my cold palms and gently pulls me off of the bed.
“Where are we going?” I stand up, tilting my head to the side in question.
He flashes me a grin, “how do you feel about motorcycle rides?”
I did my research girl 🤭🤭 a little reread of tig never hurt anyone and the libby/nash content is too cute!! I feel like I didn’t really capture the right kind of banter because it was more sensitive so maybe I’ll do another one with more banter, so sorry about that xx hope you enjoyed anywaysss and thanks for your request
#bella writes 🤍#the inheritance games#nash hawthorne x you#nash hawthorne x reader#nash hawthorne#nash tgg#nash tig#nash hawthorne x libby grambs#nash x libby#libby x nash#the brothers hawthorne#the grandest game#the final gambit#the hawthorne legacy#jameson hawthorne#grayson hawthorne#xander hawthorne#the hawthorne brothers#tig#jennifer lynn barnes#jlb
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selective mutism (silence is loud)
Daryl/reader, Daryl/OC
MC has selective mutism, which isn’t really a selection after all, and Daryl isn’t so good with the words anyway. How do they deal with him deciding to go with his brother instead of coming back to the prison? Season 3-era
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I miss him so much it hurts, a burning ache in my chest, hiding just behind my ribs. Like heartburn, but worse.
Sunrise fades the night from black to navy to pink-edged blue, and I watch from the tower as everyone starts moving around the prison again. Everyone but him, because he isn’t here. He didn’t come back.
He chose his brother over me, and I couldn’t be mad. It wasn’t like we’d made promises, or even so much as said out loud that we liked each other.
Well. That I like him, at least.
But all winter- all winter. The scraps of food on my plate when they shouldn’t have been, the extra blanket or shirt or socks, the silent company on watch, the protective hand on my back-
But he didn’t come back with Rick. He got Maggie and Glenn out, and then he ran off with his asshole brother, the brother Id watched call him useless and worthless over and over, the brother who caused more harm than he did good, the brother-
The brother he loved. The brother he’d mourned. The brother he cared for.
The sky turns blue, the pink fading. Rick wanders to the edge of the field, then outside the gates. Hershel goes to talk to him.
Carol calls my name, asks if I need anything. I shake my head. I don’t think I’ve spoken since Rick came back.
Since he didn’t.
Movement on the road gets my attention, the rifle tracking toward it as I set my eye to the scope, and my blood runs cold. I fire a single shot, the most warning any of us get before they’re on us, lighting the place up and crashing the outer gates and spilling walkers in the yard.
I pick the dead off Rick as best I can, but there’s too many of them, and my pulse pounds in my ears as steady, gnawing horror rises with the certainty that I’m going to watch Rick die through the scope of this gun, uselessly trying to save him.
A bolt blooms in the eye of my next target, a deadly flower, and I freeze.
It’s him. I follow them, picking my shots carefully as they collect Rick, collect Michonne and Hershel, and make their way back. They’re almost to the gate when I fire my last shot.
Right at his feet.
He jerks backwards, eyes wild as he scowls up into the tower.
In the silence below, I hear Rick’s muted laugh and a warning to him that he’d better watch out. I turn back to studying the road, scanning for any sign of the Governor’s people coming back.
He made his choice.
Footsteps on the stairs don’t draw my eye from the scope. I have a job to do, and I’m doing it.
“Hey.”
I ignore him.
He sighs, shifts his feet. He leans on the railing beside me and covers the end of the scope with his hand. I jerk back, shooting him a hot glare before pulling the gun away from him and turning deliberately away.
Fuck him. He chose. And his choice wasn’t us. Wasn’t the group who needed him, who cared for him.
His choice wasn’t me.
“Come on, darlin’. Don’t be like that. I had to. S’my brother. What was I s’posed to do? Leave him behind?”
You left me behind! I want to scream it. I want to rage. But the words freeze somewhere between my mind and my tongue, and I hate it. I hate it, I hate them, I hate him.
I don’t hate him.
He sighs again, reaching slowly for my arm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t- I don’t- shit. I ain’t good with words.”
I roll my eyes, but despite how I want to, I can’t pull away. His fingers burn worse than the missing-him, fire on my skin, and I hate that I want to walk into that fire and let it consume me until there’s nothing left.
My eyes fall somewhere near his shoulder, where the strap of his crossbow rests. There’s a stain there, a fingerprint in red-brown-black color. My fingerprint; my blood. It never came off.
Funny how that happens, I think. Funny how some things never come clean, once you touch them.
He grips my arm. “I hurt ya. You never- we never. I ain’t ever said what I think. What I feel. Didn’t think I had to, but- ya didn’t know I’d come back? Ya really so mad ya shooting at me? Come on, darlin’, I-“
I whirl, pulling arm from his grip and dropping the gun as I glare at him.
He holds his hands up for peace, starting to step back. “Ok. I’m sorry. I- I’m sorry. I ain’t good at this. I ain’t good with words, I’m- shit. Screw it,” he mutters, staring at me intensely.
I have only a moment to wonder what he means. Then his hands frame my face, heat searing my cheeks and down to my soul, and his mouth crushes into mine, ash and copper and something else sweeping over me and washing the anger, the bitterness, the pain and the heartbreak away.
He’s all there is, a tidal wave crashing against the rocky surface of me, and as he draws back to stare into my eyes with something akin to fear and wonder in his, he leaves the fire extinguished, the pain soothed, the wound healed.
There are tears in my eyes, and he drops his hands from my cheeks, shoulders hunching as he turns away.
“Aight. I get it. I’d wrong. I- I won’t bother ya none, aight, darlin’? I’ll just-“
I dart forward; grab his hand in both of mine. He turns, surprise in his eyes again, and I study his face before slamming my lips back into his more forcefully than I intended. My hand is in his hair; he gathers me close, up to my toes by my elbow, and-
His forehead leans against mine, eyes open and staring back like they see all the way to my swirling, formless thoughts. He’s silent, waiting, that thing we both excel at stretching between us now.
It isn’t hurried. It isn’t rushed or impatient or awkward. It’s peaceful. Restful.
My eyes close; I sigh. My body relaxes as he pulls me into his shoulder.
“Damn you, Daryl Dixon,” I manage on my second try, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth; the words alien and nearly impossible to shape. “You’re an idiot.”
“I love ya too,” he whispers back, amusement in his voice. “Always do have a way with words, don’t we?”
His arm is warm on my shoulders as night falls, sky sinking blue to purple to black. It’s heavy, a weight that tethers, not crushes. A heat that warms, not burns.
A silence between us that speaks loudly.
#daryl dixon#the walking dead daryl#Daryl Dixon ficlet#daryl fanfiction#selective mutism#stress induced mutism#long drabble#who needs words anyway#Daryl/reader#MegJamesWrites drabble
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I taken this post is an answer to my own posts.
First things first; the Valar don’t have the authority to do anything in the legendarium. They sent the Istari to help the Free people of Middle-earth fight against Sauron, indirectly.
The ultimate authority is Eru Ilúvatar, and Tolkien tells us he knows everything and that everything happens according to His plan. He knows things the Valar themselves aren’t aware of. It’s Eru that destroys Númenor, because Manwë asks him to intervene, but this was most likely already part of His plan. Tolkien would also use Eru to justify how the Orcs were allowed to exist, because only Him has the power of creation in the lore, and Melkor doesn’t have that power (and that’s the whole point of him corrupting Eru’s creation out of envy). Eru allowed the Orcs, because they were, most likely, also a part of his masterplan.
Gandalf strength isn’t power; is wisdom. He knows the harfoots will have a major role to play later on. And he’s absolutely correct because it’s Frodo and Sam that will journey to Mordor and get the One Ring destroyed, rendering Sauron powerless. Actually is Gollum that destroys the One Ring, but he’s also a member of the hobbit kin (a branch of the race of Men). Having Gandalf befriending the harfoots early in the story isn’t only a Easter egg or to justify his friendship with them at the dawn of the Third age. He was sent to Middle-earth with a mission, and he lands precisely where the future hobbits that will defeat Sauron are. This isn’t random.
I know the fandom enjoys talking about Sauron hypothetical redemption, but he’s not on a path to redemption. So, honestly, this discussion about if the Three elven rings of power can or can’t “redeem” him seems kind of pointless. Sauron isn’t irredeemable (because no character is in the legendarium), but he’s not capable of doing penitence for his crimes nor will he be for the next thousands of years (until the One Ring is destroyed). He only go deeper into evil.
You can treat and interpret the legendarium whatever you want, but neglecting the author’s explanations of his own work seems kind of a odd strategy, if I’m being honest. How do you expect to understand what the author is saying if you straight-out ignore him? I take Christopher’s notes with a grain of salt, myself, but I will take into consideration Tolkien letters and notes to understand what his message, themes and symbolism are. Because he created this world and these characters, not me. And you are clearly talking about interpreting his work, and not “fanon” or fanfiction here.
The difference between canon and legendarium in Tolkien, is not that all is fair game with the legendarium. You won’t see any Tolkien scholar saying such a thing. They use “canon” to describe the events (this happened this way and this way), while the legendarium are the themes, the messages and the symbolism Tolkien used and built. “Rings of Power” plays lose with the canon, but the core themes are still there.
And I have a hard time believing Tolkien, a devoted Catholic who infused his work with heavy Catholic messaging and symbolism, would laugh because his fans recognize the main inspiration behind his work. It was not the only one, but it’s the main. He called the hippies who enjoyed his work and saw it as a anti-war allegory “deplorable cultus” and said “many American fans enjoy the books in a way which I do not". He was probably upset because mainstream media was portraying his work as “hippie books”, when this was far from his intentions. He hated allegories, after all. This tells me the way his work was perceived mattered to him, unlike your argument.
Tolkien legendarium is not a copy-paste from the Bible, with that I agree. But the themes are still there, the message is still there, whenever folks recognize it or not. You mentioned “The Silmarillion” but this work is written from the Eldar POV and a case of “History is written from the winners” and unreliable narrators. That’s why you need Tolkien’s letters and Christopher’s notes on the work to fully understand it.
Unless your intention is to interpret and see whatever you want to see (creating your own headcanons) and that’s valid. But that’s “fanon”, not an lore accurate interpretation of Tolkien work. And this is all too common in the Tolkien fandom even before “Rings of Power” existed. Folks have way too many headcanons and pass it on as “canon”. In my opinion this is also the main reason why so many Tolkien fans reject “Rings of Power” because it goes against their headcanons.
Also this disdain for Tolkien letters rubs me the wrong way, every time, and it might not be your intention, but this is one of the “dudebros” arguments against the “Rings of Power” fandom; “we are all a bunch of mindless consumers who don’t care about Tolkien world nor his message”. When that’s not true. There are many Tolkien fans in the “Rings of Power” fandom, and even Tolkien scholars watch it and don’t have any problems with this adaptation.
Thinking about the subtle presence of the powers that be and/or the Valar in Rings of Power, and having thoughts about what part they might play in the adaptation, specifically what we’ve seen so far, and going over how those powers that be might view Sauron and his actions, and every time I think about him in that context I feel somewhat sympathetic .
However, not too sympathetic, given his repeated offenses, to qualify him for redemption or some kind of blanket amnesty, at least not before many, many ages of serious contrition, and given that Sauron is Sauron, well. Is that likely?
There are a few different threads I’ve seen that try to make a case for TROP being all about ultimate forgiveness for Sauron, while condemning the choices and actions of Galadriel, Adar, Celebrimbor, Mirdania, or anyone who gets in his way because those individuals were short-sighted or needy, or were motivated by ego or weakness, and that the Valar were handwaving Sauron’s actions or even using Sauron as some kind of tool for divine justice(!).
Do we really think the Valar are indifferent to the suffering of elves and dwarves and men, to the point that they would condemn them to be tortured to death based on a bad choice, or a personal weakness, or a common character flaw? I don't think they are quite that severe in their judgement, but I do think, being something akin to gods, their seeming lack of presence could be interpreted as indifference, and more than that I think their actions happen on a much different time scale, so any action they take might take most of an age to show any results. And of course there would be a lot of unfortunate collateral damage in the meanwhile.
But do we seriously think this means that they would allow all of the violence and destruction we’ve seen so far just to give Sauron a second (third, fourth, fifth) chance to choose a better path before he’s subdued, just because he's a Maia and that somehow makes him their special boy?
No, and I think the show has shown us that this is not the case.
I think Sauron blew it when we were shown what happened in the season two flashback, when we saw his first days as “Halbrand”. Because it feels like that was his chance, and everything he's done and will continue to do in upcoming seasons will show him going deeper into whatever passes for insanity in demi-gods, with little or no understanding of the fact that his vision of order for Middle-earth is just as much an abomination as Melkor's path of destruction.
And that’s the compelling tragedy of Sauron.
Sadly that will mean more and worse consequences for the peoples of Middle-earth in the short term. But the Valar are not indifferent to this, and based on what we've seen they know Sauron needs to be dealt with. But what proof is there of that?
Well, they sent the Stranger/Gandalf, an Istari, and he has been explicitly put on a path to confront Sauron.
Think about the timing of him falling to earth: Sauron was on the raft with Galadriel, not long after Diarmid(!) was trying to get through to Sauron in the hold of that ship (and its subsequent destruction with Sauron on board was anything but a coincidence).
Of course Gandalf has free will too, and might make some mistakes. But he is a powerful force, who also has a different perspective and can play by different rules if he chooses, but he isn’t indifferent to the suffering of the Harfoots, and won't be indifferent to any pain Sauron causes the other peoples of Middle-earth.
So we're watching the consequences of Sauron blowing his latest chance play out, and ultimately I think we know we’ll see the realization of the Valar's condemnation of Sauron's choices and actions via Gandalf, the emissary they sent to counter him and muster forces to help subdue him. And I think the rings, all of them, will come into play during that struggle.
There’s a lot of underlying stuff about free will and the fact that power corrupts running through TROP and Tolkien in general. Celebrimbor made the Three with good intentions despite the fact that wanting to make them was also about ego and his legacy, but we can’t deny that the Three did the job he made them for, and we’ve seen them used to do good things. But Celebrimbor and Galdariel and Gil-galad and anyone else who comes in contact with the Three still have free will, and any attendant flaws that come with free will, and ultimately any powerful tool can be used for good or ill, and will inspire different things in characters according to their individual strengths and weaknesses.
But I do think the Three are more benevolent tools than any of the other Rings, with the One that Sauron will forge out of desperation being the ultimate corrupted tool that could influence the others. So Elrond or Galadriel or even Gandalf might have a better chance of using one of the Three for good, for protection and preservation for some length of time, whereas contact with someone like Sauron would change them based on his intentions, and his intentions are about gaining enough power to subjugate, well, everyone. In his hands, for instance, Nenya’s tendency toward protection would quickly decay into more overt stagnation, and just like men were drawn into the shadow realm by the Nine and the One, someone like Sauron with ill intent or a long history of general malevolence would gradually feed that into any one of the Three and reap the consequences.
In other words it’s not all about the sword, but who wields it.
I do wonder if we’ll see the Three become somewhat tied to the One in TROP, and if so how that will play out. Going back to the books, eventually the Three do lose their powers but there’s no indication that they were corrupted to the degree that the potential of any of the rings of power could corrupt or be corrupted.
The Three are powerful, and they are sought after, but they are not the Silmarils.
But would one of the Three heal or help Sauron? No, and getting back to the first part of this post, there are no shortcuts on the path to healing and redemption, and Sauron can't see that path at this point, and more than that he doesn't even know he's lost in the woods.
Quick aside because I just got a rude anon ask on the subject: Yes, I’ve read Silm and the other books and a bunch of other stuff, but I don’t treat the Legendarium as if I’m a supplicant who only accepts a literal interpretation of something Tolkien said in a lecture or a letter as something akin to religious doctrine, and I think he would laugh himself into a fit to see fans trying to contradict each other that way, especially given how he felt about the so-called dominion of the author. And given that TROP is going at Silm etc. buffet-style I don’t think we can talk about the show and expect it to adhere too strictly to every line the poor man ever wrote. This doesn't mean I didn't understand Silm, but I am coming at the adaptation mostly as it's own "thing." I hope that makes sense.
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Edelgard still lives rent free in my head and I had a random headcanon about her Fallen version in Heroes. (Because I personally think it’s more interesting if each Edelgard had slightly different personalities and quirks that reflect the lives they lived before being summoned. For example, I see Brave!Edelgard as being the defacto “mom” of the group because she’s technically the oldest.)
But Hegie!Edelgard specifically is the most intriguing to me so here’s my headcanon: she’s the tallest. I like to think that she’s got some semblance of control over her Hegemon form, and has figured out that she can stretch her body just a tiny bit when in her non-beast form that puts her a few inches taller than the other Edelgards. Nothing crazy - she’s not trying to compete with Dimitri or Hubert.
But those few inches are more than enough to make the “normal” Edelgards jealous and Hegie is infuriatingly smug about it
#for some reason I see her as a shit disturber#once she kinda settles in and works through the edgy/angsty phase#technically out of all the Edelgards she’s the only one who could be considered ‘retired’#since…you know…her role is kinda over…#so in Askr she gets to live a relatively relaxed life free of the duty of being Emperor#and as a result (and a little bit of ‘who cares what happens now once I leave here I’m dead’ mentality)#she’s ironically the second most casual of the Edelgards (behind beach!edelgard)#she butts heads with brave!Edelgard the most and her being taller definitely doesn’t help#‘we all benefit from our reputation here and just because you’re now a beast doesn’t mean that doesn’t apply to you too’#‘pardon? I couldn’t hear you down there’#‘…I swear to Sothis I will mount those horns of yours to my wall’#‘oh? but how will you reach them?’#fe three houses#fe heroes#sitcom featuring all the Edelgards having to share a flat together#edelgard von hresvelg#headcanon#Hegemon Edelgard
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Ok I have made a valiant attempt in both upwards progress at work and in moving out (again) and now enough time has passed on both counts that I would like to say that I do not like either of these and would like to go back, please,
#hate pharmacy work and am getting no better after nearly fifty hours. my home schedule fell to pieces the same way that it did at school#and I’m not getting out of bed on time and barely eating because I can’t hitch my schedule to my family’s and everything is inconcvient and#strange and not fitting together and I don’t like it and I want out. thanks.#so now I hate work and I hate not being at work and it’s like ok so what’s the point??? what was the point of all that#god I should know better by now I’m always always hitting most things a beat behind everyone else and I’m fine with it!! pushing doesn’t#help!!! but I agreed on both counts because well I suppose it all had to happen eventually and now everything is wrong and feels bad always.#so that’s going well.#tacit rambles#vent
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I have to get my wisdom teeth removed here on the 4th and I really wish medical anxiety wasn’t so dismissed or laughed at.
The anxiety has been slowly ramping up since Christmas and now that I have to cut out the only thing that’s managed the fibromyalgia bs. I mean sure it’s just weed. But when my health tanked and I was throwing up half of everything I tried to eat and losing weight like it was nothing. Unfortunately it was the only thing that helped stop the vomiting.
I’ve been put on and taking off several medications over the years for being the unlucky type that doesn’t react well to different meds. All the gut pills they wanted me to take hurt or was you know making me digest my own blood.
The Fibromyalgia began creeping in when I was in high school and the doctors I had told me to eat pills and go away. I had injured my knee and it just didn’t get better. I still have issues with it. Being a childhood cancer survivor means health complaints must be cry’s for attention or drugs.
They asked me to not consume any weed because they don’t know if it’ll hurt me to be put under so they can cut out the heavily impacted teeth. Which fine, I won’t fight because they could label me as some sort of user or drug obsessed or whatever. But the only drug that I know can kill you while being put under is meth.
My sister’s dental surgeon said don’t stop smoking weed because there isn’t anything out that supports either side. Pro weed or anti-weed before surgery. He didn’t want anything to add to the stress of the surgery so he said keep doing what you’re doing.
#disabled homemaker#just some thoughts#too much anxiety#i just wanna cry#how do you stand your ground against people who are so quick to label you as some sort of druggie#they argue with me when I say painkillers make me sick#I’m not asking for special treatment just for straight answers.#it’s made worse when I get eye rolls for saying my health issues started before I started smoking#I’m not asking you fucks to smoke with me I’m asking you why#how do you even begin working with an anxiety type that is triggered by medical professionals? why are drugs the only fucking answer?#I was diagnosed with leukaemia at 4.5 years old. my most important years of development#have been dominated by adults who kinda treated me like a fucking animal who couldn’t understand a lick of English#or ignored because she only misses the treatment she use to get as a child.#because I love being talked over like I don’t fucking exist or I’m just crazy#I just love the sneer I get when they read cancer survivor in my charts and suddenly I’m the paragon of health#even though I’ve been asking for help for most of my life because I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t keep up with the other kids.#because the cancer is gone you can’t possibly have any other health issue ever because that’s a direct insult the medical professionals#to insinuate that they couldn’t play god and make me magically so healthy that chemotherapy couldn’t possibly leave behind issues.#no that only happens to adults because children are supposed to be rubber and bounce no matter what#just ugh#fuck the medical system#medical anxiety
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a little concerned about uh. williams opinions about this doctors morality?? he’s like ‘yeah this doctor who’s in prison for child endangerment and dangerous experimental practices on children is equivalent to doctors who fail to save someone in a surgery. this is a reasonable argument that i would be willing to break this person out of prison for. there is not a single flaw in this ideology’. like. hello?? i’m not the only one who thinks he’s a tad off the rails about this right???
#dandy blogg#jrwi spoilers#jrwi prime defenders#for the most part i’ve been able to get behind most of his ideals and whatever so far but uhhhhh. this ain’t it chief#i’m glad that doctor is in jail even if the way he got there is morally and ethically dubious via potential paying off judges in order to#get him put away. like that’s fucked and shouldn’t happen obviously and that’s an entirely different issue#but he’s a monster who was EXPERIMENTING on DEAD CHILDREN. whether his goal was to save them or not that’s still what he was doing#he was using dead kids bodies or at the very least dying kids to test out and change them fundamentally on a genetic level#like that’s fucked. in so many ways. regardless of his goal in all that that’s still just not ok#highly unethical medical experimentation is not equivalent to surgeons failing to save someone or dakota not being able to save that girl.#i also get where will is coming from tho because he recognizes that potentially the only way to save dakota is for the dr to be free#but he also thinks that the doctor is just like. chilling. idk i just would’ve thought he would realize otherwise but i trust charlie’s dir#ctive. charlie’s setting something up here i feel like. it’ll be very cool to see what
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Maybe it’s the delusions again but maybe… just maybe….. everyone is out to get me
#so i got my passport photos taken today because.. it’s a thing you have to so sometimes#*to do#and the lady was like ‘can i take an email address to send the photos to?’ so i began to say my name#and girl tell me why this woman knew how to spell my last name#i’m obviously not going to dox myself here so this has to remain vague but i have a french last name that is notoriously hard to spell#like i have never not had to spell it out to people. but she heard me say it the one time and then spelled it for me????#never happens. absolutely disarming experience#and then she saw my confusion and gave me this weird little smile???#i was like. what does that mean. why do you know how to spell my name that less than 1000 people share#did my mom piss you off at some point. did my dad piss you off at some point. did i piss you off at some point and i’ve forgotten?#was it my niece?? maybe a distant relative??? who in my family line do you have beef with#like maybe it was a lucky guess and she also has a weird awkward french name but i doubt it somehow#and THEN i went in coopland’s for lunch and managed to snag a table that was next to where people were queueing for the counter#and while i was eating someone walked past me to join the queue and said ‘hiya’#i just gave the world’s most awkward nod because whoooo is this person#so then i looked behind me to get a closer look at her and make sure i hadn’t snubbed a really obvious person who i do in fact know#and she did not look familiar At All. which made the fact that she was giving me the evil eye that much weirder#maybe she was confused about why i was looking at her. maybe she just has rbf. maybe she was on the phone? maybe she thought i was someone#else and was mad at me for not being them. idk. but it was all a bit much#i didn’t like any of this. i don’t like when it feels like people know me but i don’t know them. feeling very truman burbank-esque#🎶I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY’S WAAAATCHING MEEEEEEE (AND I HAVE NO PRIVACY)🎶#anyway if you need me i’ll be rehydrating because i definitely didn’t buy a drink in coopland’s because i didn’t want to pay £1.25#for bottled water ✌🏻#personal
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have you caught up to opposites attract yet, i think you'd be pleasantly surprised 😊
I HAVE NOT!!!! I think I might just wait until it’s complete (I see that it’s almost done 😭) but UHHFGG it’s been on my mind heavy lmfao. I miss it sm but I haven’t had time to read it (or any long fiction atm tbh!) but I can’t wait to go back……. The goat of GOIJI ff… the ultimate foreplay. King of superficial and a handful of others are ALSO great of course but OPPOSITES ATTRACT… my god… one of my 10 commandments is to read it if you’re a Gojo or Ijichi fan (if you don’t mind long ass ff) since you don’t even have to ship it at first to really enjoy it, it’s just THAT enjoyably well written. You’ll also come to enjoy Goiji or at least get why people like it so much lmfao.
It’s up there with the likes of THEE STRMB (ultimate sns ff…. 😵💫) to ME as far as insane quality goes despite them both being completely different stories. That was one of the best ff that I’d ever read in my life and if I’m saying that a story is just as good as THAT then it most definitely is 😁! I don’t even read ff like that but I always know what to look for when it comes to ones that are this good.
Goiji….. I hope the writer writes some after story stuff for them after it’s over 😭!!!
#I left off on chapter 18 eeek I’m so behind#at this point I’m just wondering who confessed or kissed first… did they finally 🙈… it was long overdo!#the build up for the story had been phenomenal#I love how the story had mainly focused on their growing friendship and dynamic over romance for the longest because they really needed#that#it was diff since most stories like this especially in ff spaces usually just rush into the sex and everything but the real spice comes#from how you convey each characters feelings and connection with those around them#in this case things just happened#what if Ijichi hadn’t ever gotten sick in that night and Gojo wasn’t there 😭…… uhhffggg#how would this all have even began???#uhhhhmy head!!!#opposites attract is a top tier ff man#so well written and emotional#if you can write 18 chapters of a story and the two mains haven’t even so much as held hands or confessed yet while still keeping the story#interesting and readers on their toes then you’re just amazing overall#only mentioned 18 since that’s where I’d personally left off lol#don’t tease me anon 😭😭😭#anonymous#tkf replies
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Hide n Fuck!!?
Synopsis - A quick game of hide n seek quickly turns into a nasty game of hide n fuck with your step-brother Megumi
Warning! - Prone bone, stepcest, they fuck in the attic, degradation, praising, spiting, dirty talk, creampie, choking, breeding kink, Reader is 19 n Megumi is 21, They aren’t blood related. They got caught :0, they may be some grammar errors!! Please do not interact if this isn’t your cup of tea!! MDNI!! Oh he is Toji’s son alright.
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A/n - I’m so horny
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You didn’t think the day would come where you get to relive a cherishable childhood memory of playing one of your favorite games of all time. Playing a game of hide and seek with Megumi and his cousins—a game you never thought you’d play again considering the fact that you were 19 and what people would describe as "too grown" to be playing childish games like that but fortunately, some of Megumi’s family from his dad's side came over for a small family reunion so that’s what led to the evocation.
You sighed in disappointment after finding a well concealed spot to hide in the crowded attic—behind some large boxes in the corner that has been collecting dust for probably years now, just to be raided by Megumi, who joined you.
It was a pretty clandestine hiding spot but now the chances of getting caught has increased even more because it’s been proven to you throughout the years in your childhood that you’ve played the game that you're most likely to get caught quicker if someone else was hiding with you.
But soon enough all those apprehension flew right past your head once you were being fucked hard into oblivion by Megumi— he’s basically mounting you, his larger frame almost crushing your back as you lay on your stomach. Your ass arching up a bit to accommodate the amelioration of the angle. His curved dick sliding in and out of your gushing cunt with ease every time he humps himself into you. His pelvis slapping against the fat of your ass so lewdly, causing the flesh to jiggle like jello against him. Literally, all that could be heard were his loud breathing and occasional groans, your pathetic moaning and babbling a bunch of god knows what, along with the constant sounds of his meaty balls thwacking against your puffy clit—that’s practically wet and dripping with slick. It was actually so fucking nasty how wet you were, coating and drooling all over his cock with your aroused slick as your snugged pussy enveloped his mean cock.
“Fuck you hear how soaked she is for me? Such a little slut. You don’t care what the situation is, you just wanna get your little hole stuffed and fucked like a horny bitch, is that right?” his deep voice rasped against your ear, it was pretty hilarious to you that he was saying that when he was the one groping you from behind and kissing your neck while rubbing his hard bulge into your ass with your skirt hauled up just seconds after he joined you—basically the one to initiate what was happening in the first place. You weren’t even surprised though, Megumi always had a thing for sneaky fucking—An exhibition freak.
You moaned out like brainless slut, placing one of your hands on Megumi’s right hand, which is balled up into a fist to ground himself at the sides of your head. He was so close to you that you could smell the delicious scent of his cologne—sweet and minty, wafting straight into your nostrils, making your mind hazy.
“Gumiii” you whined, feeling your brains getting fucked out that you're just babbling nonsense at the point. “Hmm? What is it baby” he moved his head closer to yours, licking a long stripe on the side of your neck that sent shivers down your spine. "We need to ngh—Hur-ry, or we’ll get cccaught!” You yelped suddenly, biting your lips when you felt two of his lengthy fingers toying with your nipple, tugging and pinching the hard bud.
“Oh yeah? Then I guess you’ll just have to be a good girl f’me and be extra fucking quiet or would you rather let everyone see and hear you getting fucked dumb and stupid by your stepbrother’s cock?” His deep voice whispered in your ear, a tiny smirk plastered on the corner of his face that immediately made your pussy clenched even harder around his girth, Your jaw dropped as his cockhead kissed your cervix, making your eyes roll back in your head. It’s like every time he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into you, your mind goes clumsy and you turn into a brainless zombie.
There’s no way any one couldn’t hear the loud thumping noises and loud moans coming from the attic—there’s no way fucking way but by the way Megumi was being an arrogant lil shit and stretching your little pussy open with his cock so brutally to accommodate his size like this, making you moan uncontrollable as if he wants someone to hear and get caught, he doesn’t seem to give a shit.
“Fuckk wish I could suck on those pretty tits” he murmured as he fondled with your breast, groping and squeezing the soft flesh as you shiver slightly because of his cold hands. He quickly lets go and wraps his big hand over your throat, angling your head to look up at him, a dark glint beaming in his eye with a tiny smirk as he eyed your fucked out face. He watched as your face distorted in pleasure, his thick cock twitching in your pussy knowing that he was the reason for that. You opened your mouth, acquitting a loud pornographic moan, Megumi used that as a perfect opportunity to corrugate his lips, a loud “pff” sound ringing in your ears as you felt a thick substance hitting your tongue. “Swallow it now” he ordered nonchalantly, dark blue eyes piercing into your soul. You did as you were told and swallowed his spit, opening your mouth after to prove it to him.
“Mmm That’s a gooddd girl, fuckk this pussy s’good, imagine if I blow my load inside this pretty cunt and fill you up, bet you’d like that yeah? Wanna give your mom and Toji some snotty little grandkids?” He babbles maniacally in your ear as you go stupid, feeling your orgasm approaching.
He noticed. Hand enthralling harder around your neck as he buckled his hips against you roughly, pulling his thick cock out of you just to bully it right back into your tight hole faster knocking loud whimpers out of you. He quickly lets go of your neck, his hand snaking its way to your sticky clit, using three fingers to sloppily rub circles on it without any type of rhythm, if you weren’t fucked so dumb right now you might’ve actually had a chance to recognize the messy spelling of his name rubbing onto your clit. “Fuckkk—look at this greedy little pussy squeezing my cock like this, you gonna cum? You really gonna make a mess on your step-brothers dick? Fuck you’re suchhh a little slut, baby. He laughed while moaning, feeling your pussy milking his cock for his own release. Fuck he really is considering fucking a baby into you at this point, your pussy was driving him crazy. His eyes rolled to the back of his head so pathetically as you screamed his name, feeling your hole spasming around his length as you squirted on his cock and all over the floor. Wet squelching noises achoing against the thin wooden walls as he fucked the liquid out of you, steams of your pussy juice heaving everywhere.
“Shitt you squirted??Oh fuckfuckfuck, What a dirty bitch” he gritted his teeth, almost losing his mind. Oh he’s trying his best to hold onto the small amount of sanity he has left as his cock molds your hole perfectly, his thick girth sliding into your pussy painfully fast because of your wetness. His mean tip grazing against your g-spot perfectly that it made your toes curl. You can feel literally feel how much his cock was twitching and beating against your fluttery walls, His eyes screwed shut as he emptied his balls into your messy pussy, cum overflowing and pooling everywhere as he shot ropes of his seed into your womb.
“Holy fuckkk yeah you’re definitely hah—carrying my kid, woman” he groaned loudly, stilling himself inside of you for a bit to catch his breathe before picking himself up from your back to rest himself on the back of your thighs, his eyes fixated on the mess between your thighs. He bit his lips, slowly slipping his cock out of you as he watched as your mixed cum leaks out of you. You whined lowly feeling so stuffed full yet so empty at the same time without Megumi’s cock. You body fully collapsed on the floor, you were so fucked out you couldn’t even process anything as he slowly spread your cheeks, getting a better view of your ruined hole before slapping his dick on your cunt, he let it a low “fuck” as your juices splattered on him.
“Such a messy bitch” he muttered with low grunt, Slapping his soaked cock on your cheeks.
“Best little step-sister aren’t ya?” He smirks. About to open his mouth to speak again before the attic door flew open, causing the two of you to jolt unexpectedly—both eyes shooting open toward the source.
“GOT YAA-“ Yuji’s eyes quickly widen, mouth visibly dropped at the lewd scene in front of him. A horrific expression plastered on his face. Oh boy.
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When Gaz walks into the bases common room, his goal for making his third cup of tea of the day is diverted when he catches sight of Soap’s expression across the room.
The Scot looks absolutely befuddled, eyes wide and sitting slack-jawed across from his Lieutenant. Gaz walks over to the men, catching the very end of Ghost telling his companion to ‘piss off’.
“Alright?” He asks the lads, raising a brow in question.
“Ye oughta hear the shite LT’s tryin’ to convince me of over here!” Soap is all too eager to inform his friend. Ghost grunts, leaning further back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes as far back as he can, as if to tell the Sergeant in front of him ‘this is why I don’t tell you anything’.
Because that’s almost exactly what Ghost is thinking at that moment. He’d just entered the common room when he’d spotted the back of an all too familiar head, fiddling and distracted with the microwave.
When he’d walked up behind the younger man and echoed his call sign out in greeting, his mask hid the smug smirk that appeared at the jump Soap gave, uttering a loud “Shit!” in surprise.
Soap went on to complain about how he was apparently attempting to jumpstart his heart, drawling on about how the Lieutenant was always sneaking up on people like this, moving quiet as a Ghost.
“My missus says the same thing.” The masked man had mentioned casually, as if his chest hadn’t automatically puffed out in pride, standing up a little straighter at the mention of his girl.
“She says you’re too quiet? Aye, LT, think a lot o’ couples have complaints of the sorts in bed ya see-”
“Shut it, you prick.” Ghost quickly shut him down, ending that line of thought. “She says I walk too quietly in the flat. Accidentally scaring her all the time, poor thing.”
At that, Soap’s eyebrows had shot sky high, keen to hear more about the big bad Ghost’s life of apparent domestic bliss, turning him into an absolute sap.
Ghost wouldn’t normally volunteer information about his personal life. But he just loves you so much. And now that he’s not only thinking about you because he is all the time, but also talking about you, his mouth didn’t seem to want to stop talking about you.
“She put her foot down with me recently.” He’d added with a deep chuckle.
“She did what?” Soap had asked bewildered.
“She called it ‘putting her foot down’. I walked up behind her when she was doin’ dishes. Poor bird didn’t hear me and dropped somethin’.”
“Oh, no! Simon! That’s my favourite mug!!” You’d cried out, watching your most treasured ceramic shattering on the tile floor of the kitchen, spreading every which way across the room.
“M’sorry lovie. Didn’t mean to scare ya.” He’d sheepishly responded, reaching to turn off the running faucet. He’d grabbed the dish towel and gave it to you to dry your hands, lifted you by the waist and set you on the counter with ease, not wanting you to get hurt with your bare feet. He’d turned, already in search of a broom and dust pan.
“Again. You mean I’m sorry for scaring you again.” You had corrected him, narrowing your eyes. “I can’t take it anymore Simon. You don’t need to be stealthy at home, my love, you can make noise when you walk. In fact I need you to make noise when you walk at home!”
Simon had nodded along, diligently sweeping up every piece of your ruined mug.
“I’ll try harder sweetheart. I promise.” He’d offered, dumping the remnants into the bin before he’d walked up to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as yours slid around his shoulders.
The very next weekend he’d taken you to a local pottery painting class to make up for the lost mug, as well as you telling him off (because yeah, that was what Simon considered you putting your foot down with him, and he never wanted it to happen again if he could help it).
Ghost finds himself grinning further under his mask at the memory however, of how cute you looked as you tried to raise your voice at him, laying down the law in your shared home.
“And so what’d ya tell her?” Soap asked, curious to know how his Lieutenant had reacted, but more so if the man would even reply or rather would tell him to fuck off.
“I didn’t tell her anythin’.” Simon had uttered. “Did as my missus asked me to do, and that was the end of the story. Well, s’pose I did I tell her I’d look into mug making classes or whatever.”
“…”
“You what?!”
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URGENT: 🚨🚨EARN IT ACT IS BACK IN THE SENATE 🚨🚨 TUMBLR’S NSFW BAN HITTING THE ENTIRE INTERNET THIS SUMMER 2023
April 28, 2023
I’m so sorry for the long post but please please please pay attention and spread this
What is the EARN IT Act?
The EARN IT Act (s. 1207) has been roundly condemned by nearly every major LGBTQ+ advocacy and human rights organization in the country.
This is the third time the Senate has been trying to force this through, and I talked about it last year. It is a bill that claims "protects children and victims against CSAM" by creating an unelected and politically appointed national commission of law enforcement specialists to dictate "best practices" that websites all across the nation will be forced to follow. (Keep in mind, most websites in the world are created in the US, so this has global ramifications). These "best practices" would include killing encryption so that any law enforcement can scan and see every single message, dm, photo, cloud storage, data, and any website you have every so much as glanced at. Contrary to popular belief, no they actually can't already do that. These "best practices" also create new laws for "removing CSAM" online, leading to mass censorship of non-CSAM content like what happened to tumblr. Keep in mind that groups like NCOSE, an anti-LGBT hate group, will be allowed on this commission. If websites don't follow these best practices, they lose their Section 230 protections, leading to mass censorship either way.
Section 230 is foundational to modern online communications. It's the entire reason social media exists. It grants legal protection to users and websites, and says that websites aren't responsible for what users upload online unless it's criminal. Without Section 230, websites are at the mercy of whatever bullshit regulatory laws any and every US state passes. Imagine if Texas and Florida were allowed to say what you can and can't publish and access online. That is what will happen if EARN IT passes. (For context, Trump wanted to get rid of Section 230 because he knew it would lead to mass govt surveillance and censorship of minorities online.)
This is really not a drill. Anyone who makes or consume anything “adult” and LGBT online has to be prepared to fight Sen. Blumenthal’s EARN IT Act, brought back from the grave by a bipartisan consensus to destroy Section 230. If this bill passes, we’re going to see most, if not all, adult content and accounts removed from mainstream platforms. This will include anything related to LGBT content, including SFW fanfiction, for example. Youtube, Twitter, Reddit, Tiktok, Tumblr, all of them will be completely gutted of anything related to LGBT content, abortion healthcare, resources for victims of any type of abuse, etc. It is a right-wing fascists wet dream, which is why NCOSE is behind this bill and why another name for this bill is named in reference to NCOSE.
NCOSE used to be named Morality in Media, and has rebranded into an "anti-trafficking" organization. They are a hate group that has made millions off of being "against trafficking" while helping almost no victims and pushing for homophobic laws globally. They have successfully pushing the idea that any form of sexual expression, including talking about HEALTH, leads to sex trafficking. That's how SESTA passed. Their goal is to eliminate all sex, anything gay, and everything that goes against their idea of ‘God’ from the internet and hyper disney-fy and sanitize it. This is a highly coordinated attack on multiple fronts.
The EARN IT Act will lead to mass online censorship and surveillance. Platforms will be forced to scan their users’ communications and censor all sex-related content, including sex education, literally anything lgbt, transgender or non-binary education and support systems, aything related to abortion, and sex worker communication according to the ACLU. All this in the name of “protecting kids” and “fighting CSAM”, both of which the bill does nothing of the sort. In fact it makes fighting CSEM even harder.
EARN IT will open the way for politicians to define the category of “pornography" as they — or the lobbies that fund them — please. The same way that right-wing groups have successfully banned books about race and LGBT, are banning trans people from existing, all under the guise of protecting children from "grooming and exploitation", is how they will successfully censor the internet.
As long as state legislatures can tie in "fighting CSAM" to their bullshit laws, they can use EARN IT to censor and surveill whatever they want.
This is already a nightmare enough. But the bill also DESTROYS ENCRYPTION, you know, the thing protecting literally anyone or any govt entity from going into your private messages and emails and anything on your devices and spying on you.
This bill is going to finish what FOSTA/SESTA started. And that should terrify you.
Senator Blumenthal (Same guy who said ‘Facebook should ban finsta’) pushed this bill all of 2020, literally every activist (There were more than half a million signatures on this site opposing this act!) pushed hard to stop this bill. Now he brings it back, doesn’t show the text of the bill until hours later, and it’s WORSE. Instead of fixing literally anything in the bill that might actually protect kids online, Bluemnthal is hoping to fast track this and shove it through, hoping to get little media attention other than propaganda of “protecting kids” to support this shitty legislation that will harm kids. Blumental doesn't care about protecting anyone, and only wants his name in headlines.
It will make CSAM much much worse.
One of the many reasons this bill is so dangerous: It totally misunderstands how Section 230 works, and in doing so (as with FOSTA) it is likely to make the very real problem of CSAM worse, not better. Section 230 gives companies the flexibility to try different approaches to dealing with various content moderation challenges. It allows for greater and greater experimentation and adjustments as they learn what works – without fear of liability for any “failure.” Removing Section 230 protections does the opposite. It says if you do anything, you may face crippling legal liability. This actually makes companies less willing to do anything that involves trying to seek out, take down, and report CSAM because of the greatly increased liability that comes with admitting that there is CSAM on your platform to search for and deal with. This liability would allow anyone for any reason to sue any platform they want, suing smaller ones out of existence. Look at what is happening right now with book bans across the nation with far right groups. This is going to happen to the internet if this bill passes.
(Remember, the state department released a report in December 2021 recommending that the government crack down on “obscenity” as hard the Reagan Administration did. If this bill passes, it could easily go way beyond shit red states are currently trying. It is a goldmine for the fascist right that is currently in the middle of banning every book that talks about race and sexuality across the US.)
The reason these bills keep showing up is because there is this false lie spread by organizations like NCOSE that platforms do nothing about CSEM online. However, platforms are already liable for child sexual exploitation under federal law. Tech companies sent more than 45 million+ instances of CSAM to the DOJ in 2019 alone, most of which they declined to investigate. This shows that platforms are actually doing everything in their power already to stop CSEM by following already existing laws. The Earn It Act includes zero resources for proven investigation or prevention programs. If Senator Bluementhal actually cared about protecting youth, why wouldn’t he include anything to actually protect them in his shitty horrible bill? EARN IT is actually likely to make prosecuting child molesters more difficult since evidence collected this way likely violates the Fourth Amendment and would be inadmissible in court.
I don’t know why so many Senators are eager to cosponsor the “make child pornography worse” bill, but here we are.
HOW TO FIGHT BACK
EARN IT Act was introduced just two weeks ago and is already being fast-tracked. It will be marked up the week of May 1st and head to the Senate floor immediately after. If there is no loud and consistent opposition, it will be law by JUNE! Most bills never go to markup, so this means they are putting pressure to move this through. There are already 20 co-sponsors, a fifth of the entire Senate. This is an uphill battle and it is very much all hands on deck.
CALL YOUR REPRESENTATIVES.
This website takes you to your Senator / House members contact info. EMAIL, MESSAGE, SEND LETTERS, CALL CALL CALL CALL CALL. Calling is the BEST way to get a message through. Get your family and friends to send calls too. This is literally the end of free speech online.
(202) 224-3121 connects you to the congressional hotline. Here is a call script if you don't know what to say. Call them every day. Even on the weekends, leaving voicemails are fine.
2. Sign these petitions!
Link to Petition 1
Link to Petition 2
3. SPREAD THE WORD ONLINE
If you have any social media, spread this online. One of the best ways we fought back against this last year was MASSIVE spread online. Tiktok, reddit, twitter, discord, whatever means you have at least mention it. We could see most social media die out by this fall if we don't fight back.
Here is a linktree with more information on this bill including a masterpost of articles, the links to petitions, and the call script.
DISCORD LINK IF YOU WANT TO HELP FIGHT IT
TLDR: The EARN IT Act will lead to online censorship of any and all adult & lgbt content across the entire internet, open the floodgates to mass surveillance the likes which we haven’t seen before, lead to much more CSEM being distributed online, and destroy encryption. Call 202-224-3121 to connect to your house and senate representative and tell them to VOTE NO on this bill that does not protect anyone and harms everyone.
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I’m sure someone’s already headcannoned this, but Bruce having pet names for the Batkids? Man, those are his babies—you can bet your ass he has pet names for them. He might not be the type of man to show much affection beyond a shoulder pat or the occasional forehead kiss, but he’s determined to parent the crap outta these orphans, and pet names are an easier medium to show that he cares.
Dick is both “chum” and “sweetheart” depending on the context. When Bruce is feeling playful and comfortable (the easy, “your mine and I’m just happy to be here with you” kind of love), he’ll stick with “chum” and Dick absolutely loves it. But when Dick’s sick or has a nightmare or got injured during patrol? It’s sweetheart. It’s default mode for Bruce, because seeing Dick in pain brings up so many raw, intense emotions (Bruce gets scared, goddamit) that it’s easier for him to say “I’ve got you, sweetheart, it’s okay, just keep your eyes on mine,” then it is to say “I’m so terrified that I’m going to loose you, I love you, you’re my everything.”
Jason is“Jaylad.” But it’s less of the name that’s important and more of the story behind it that is. For the first few months that Jason was in Bruce’s care, Bruce didn’t dare call him anything other then his name, in fear that he’d scare him away (he was already so distrusting, so hesitant, so fearful whenever Bruce talked to loud or moved to fast or got upset), but at the same time, he’d seen how pleased Dick had been at being called “chum” and wanted to bestow a similar endearment on Jason. But—he didn’t want to go to far. So instead of calling him “lad” like his own father had once called him, Bruce calls him “Jaylad.” It’s a little more impersonal, but it makes Jason more comfortable. (But when Bruce cradled his son’s broken body he said “no, darling, not you, don’t leave me—” because just how Dick is “sweetheart,” Jason has also always been “darling.”)
For Tim… it’s more complicated. He shoved his way into Bruce’s life and he’s forever grateful, but it wasn’t the same as it was with Jason and Dick. He sees Tim as his son, of course, but their relationship was built on the darkest, most despairing part of Bruce’s life. But even in that terrible season, Bruce would look over at Tim working on a case or cleaning his suit and say, “Good job, sport.” It doesn’t happen often, but Tim is “sport.”
Cassandra is “love.” Bruce has never said it to her, aloud, but he knows Cass can read him well enough to hear the unspoken endearment, to see how much he longs to protect her, bring her joy, fill her heart with all the love she’s filled his with.
Steph is “duck.” And not necessarily because Bruce decided that it was, but because 9 times out of 10 he finds himself screaming, “Robin, get down!” because Stephanie will not for the love of God follow his orders, and end up right in the line of fire. To save time he eventually just started saying “Duck!” It keeps Steph from getting whacked to high heavens and saves Bruce (another) heart attack, but over the years it’s also become somewhat of a ritual to say “duck” whenever Steph walks in the room. Bruce secretly wants to call her “ducky” (which is what his mother called Kate), but he’s never worked up the nerve.
Duke is “kid.” By the time he’s in the family, Bruce has loosened up and lightened up, especially with everyday affection (which is to say, he’s not avoiding it like the plague). He’s quick to say “Good job, kid” whenever Duke had an accomplishment or ask “how are you today, kiddo?” when they see each other in passing in the Batcave.
Damian, lastly, would never allow Bruce to call him anything other then his name. But every once in a while, Bruce can get away with saying “son.” And it’s the best thing in the world.
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