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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 1 year ago

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I realized I forgot to say how my first experience with a club went. I know not everyone will care, but I know at least two people that straight up asked me to let them know how it went, so here goes

First off, I almost didn't go because the day before I was like "I only have three dresses, and all of them are too fancy/lacy, and I want to at least TRY to be feminine". Now, nothing wrong with not being feminine. I'm literally an AFAB NB that does not like my hips, but I try to make do. But, sometimes, once in a blue moon, I wanna try to be feminine. Like, maybe once a year level frequency, so it had to be RIGHT

I go to an actual dress place first, but everything was too fancy, so I fell back on my classic: Hot Topic. Unfortunately, it was particularly busy that day and I didn't bring my headphones, and there were too many choices and options, and I quickly became overwhelmed and had stunted text messages with my friend for the hour and a half I was inside because the connection sucked so much. But, she promised that we could go shopping the next day together and I felt instantly better and got the fuck out of dodge after buying one shirt I really liked

We went shopping the next day and I got two pairs of pants and a skirt that was just slightly too small at the waist but we could make it work with some safety pins. I still took my binder and one of the pants in case I felt uncomfortable being in a skirt/being feminine. Anyways, this is the outfit I settled on sans the fishnets

I was super nervous on the way because my friend has a much larger friend group than I do, so I didn't know anyone else really well and I knew it was obviously going to be really crowded and loud so I tried to pregame a bit beforehand. Man, when I tell you the amount of relief that washed over me when I found out it was a gay bar, woof

Anyways, it was me, my friend, and five of her friends (Four gay and one straight who was there for vibes like me), and it was decent. I feel like I need something to do, and even though I knew clubs was just drinks and music for the most part, I was still kind of... bored? Idk, lmao. Still kind of fun, just feel like I need things to do with my hands at least

The newest guy in the group, and also the tallest, kept fucking buying shots for everyone, and there was a point where we raced to the counter to buy shots for each other, AND I WON, but my card declined because apparently I go out so little that my bank was like "This bitch is at the club? I don't fucking buy it. Lock it down boys!"

I ended up having half a bottle of soju and a glass of plum wine for pregame, four/five pickle shots (they were SO good, I had to resist the urge to keep going back), a lemon drop, some blue raspberry shot, pink lemonade shot, and a watermelon shot, and I STILL wasn't drunk >:(

Something about the loud music and atmosphere made it so it didn't affect me until I got home (I introduced the tall guy to my cats and showed guy my bookshelf of dragon books while my friend and I talked)

I tried dancing by mimicking one of the guys who was FEELING himself (like, draped across the other three when we went outside for fresh air), and he kept dropping into low squats REALLY EFFECIENTLY so I was trying to follow along and my legs were sore for three days afterwards

OH! and there was a person in a dinosaur button up shirt that I rushed up to and asked them where they got it from, and they said they stole it from their sister, but told me where to find their sister because she was there, and turns out its from Shein :/

I WILL get a dinosaur button up though, just not that one

#cinntalks

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goldenkingyo · 2 years ago

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Some Zoar stream doodle requests from the other day

#invader zim #Invader Zim Fanart #invader zim art #zoar #invader zoar #irken zoar #cherno #irken chernobyl #bitch stole her watermelon #chernobyl #merzoar #mermaid zoar #watermelon crusher #mirken

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immortal-enemies · 4 years ago

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Kit sat on the beach with Mina. She was almost six now and he had never met anyone who loved the beach more than she did.

She ran over to him laughing with her arms out. Kit scooped her up and threw her in the air before catching her.

"Goodness, what is Tessa feeding you?" He said dramatically as he put her down. Mina laughed and hit him in the arm. "Cookies." She said simply before sitting next to him.

She leaned against him when he sat down and he groaned until she laughed. "You're wet." He complained as he felt his shirt dampen where her watermelon swimsuit rested.

"Not my fault you weren't prepared." She said, referring to the fact that he had forgotten not only the sunscreen but also the towels.

Kit fake glared at her and flicked her ear lightly. "I wouldn't have been unprepared if you'd given me more than a five minute warning that we were going."

Mina just smiled and blinked up at him unapologetically. Kit rolled his eyes but didn't say anything when Mina rested against him once more.

Kit heard footprints behind him and he and Mina both turned to see Ty walking up to them with towels in hand.

They both jumped up smiling widely. "Look who it is!" Kit said excitedly.

"My favorite person!" Kit said at the same time Mina exclaimed, "My favorite brother." Mina and Kit both scowled at each other while Ty laughed at them, coming to stand next to them.

"I can be both of those things." He said easily, kissing Kit on the cheek and touching Mina's dark hair briefly.

Kit smiled at him and tucked himself under Ty's arm while Mina stole a towel and dried herself off.

"Julian just made pancakes if you're hungry." Ty said linking hands with Kit who squeezed slightly.

Mina turned her happy eyes to Kit. "Can we?" Kit laughed. "Tessa already assumed we were eating with the Blackthorn’s, so yes."

Mina took off before Kit even finished. Kit walked back with Ty who was rubbing small circles on the inside of Kit's wrist.

"Do you think she's more exited to see Tavvy or the pancakes?" Kit asked with a smirk.

Mina and Tavvy had become fast friends and Mina almost never got to see him so when they were here she always spent the entire time with Tavvy.

Ty smirked as he swung they're hands between them. "Oh most certainly Tavvy." He said with a smile.

Kit laughed and smirked at Ty. "I know what I'm most excited about." He said his nose nudging Ty's chin gently.

Ty gave him a blissful smile. "And what's that." Kit kissed his cheek before pulling back to look him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

"The pancakes."

~🌺

BITCH- the ending nxbdbbxbsjdjdn 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

I loved this, as always 😌

You write them so well 😭😭😭😭

#thank you ♥️#kit herondale #ty blackthorn #mina carstairs #tavvy blackthorn #kitty #kit x ty #asks #anon #flower anon

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manessqueeze · 4 years ago

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The Waiting Game

For Malex week, free day, but it’s a meet ugly since I missed day one. Read on AO3

As far as court mandated punishments went, Michael supposed therapy didn’t sound so bad. Sixty days in the slammer? No thanks, he’d go to the damn therapist and try to do something constructive for once in his life. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bitch about it.

“I’m so proud of you, Michael. I think this will be really good for you,” Izobel said as they pulled into the parking lot. She had insisted on driving him to his first appointment. Probably to assure that he went. He didn’t blame her.

Skipping out on it had crossed his mind a time or two, but he couldn’t take another lecture from Deputy Dad, also known as Max. Michael could almost hear his voice in his head. “When’s your appointment, Michael?” “Don’t forget your appointment, Michael?” “Don’t make me regret vouching for you, Michael.”

“You’re gonna be late if you don’t get out, Michael.”

Michael turned his head to glare at Max in the backseat. See what he had to put up with? Mother hens, the lot of them. He knew it meant they cared, but he had issues okay, hence the need for intense psychotherapy.

“Alright, I’m going,” he huffed as he took off his seatbelt and pushed open the door.

The office looked generic enough when he made it inside. He filled out some paperwork the receptionist gave him then took a seat in the corner. He checked his watch several times as he bounced his knee to try and dispel some of his anxious energy and keep from vibrating out of his skin. He could’ve probably ran a marathon with the amount of adrenaline running through him.

“Dr. Brady’s running late,” the receptionist said, probably taking pity on his nerves.

He nodded and thought about thumbing through some magazines while he waited, but the door jingled open before he could decide, and the most delicious hunk of eye candy Michael had ever seen strutted right up to the reception desk. The man’s shirttail rode up when he leaned his elbows on the counter, and his tight jeans left little to the imagination where the guy’s exquisite ass was concerned.

“Hey, Mary. I’m here for my appointment,” the guy said, voice a velvety melody Michael wanted to snuggle up in.

“I have you checked in, Alex. Dr. Brady’s running late.”

“No problem. I’m off today.”

“Oh, have any big plans?” Mary asked with a smile that made Michael go a little green around the edges.

“You’re looking at it.”

“Well, enjoy your down time then.”

“I will.” Alex smiled at her before turning around, his gaze landing on Michael who hadn’t managed to tear his eyes away from that perfect ass in time. He gulped at getting caught, but if Alex’s smile got a little bigger because of it, Michael’s heart couldn’t tell ‘cause it stopped.

Aw, dammit. So much for stomping out that bisexual awakening he kept trying to ignore.

He looked away but tracked Alex in his periphery as he walked toward the adjacent corner and took a seat two chairs down. Michael let out a long sigh and leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees, hoping it might stop the bouncing. It didn’t. So he sat back up and popped his neck.

“Therapy virgin?” Alex asked, and Michael’s eyes darted over to him at lightspeed.

“You could say that, yeah.”

“It’s not so bad. Dr. Brady’s really good.”

“Well, it’s not like I have a choice. It’s court mandated,” Michael bit out, trying to push the guy away before he even realized it, the action so ingrained in his brain.

“What’d you do? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I don’t remember,” he lied. “Something about a parade float and a watermelon stand, or so they tell me.”

Alex’s eyes crinkled in confusion before morphing into recognition. “Michael Guerin. You’re the dickhole that stole my float!”

“Your float?”

“It was my parade you ruined,” he said, reaching down to pull up his pant leg to reveal a prosthetic.

“Oh, shit, Alex Manes?" Michael hadn’t recognized him out of uniform. He looked hotter somehow.

“Three quarters of him, anyway.”

“I’m—”

“Sorry? Yeah, well, it’s not about the parade. I couldn’t have cared less about that. The watermelon stand however, was my nephew’s and he’s been crying about it ever since.”

“God, I am a dickhole. I’ll, uh, I’ll build him a new one. I swear.”

“Yeah, you will.”

The conviction in Alex’s statement should’ve pissed him off. In fact, it would have if it had come from anybody else, but coming out of that pretty mouth did weird things to his dick. Yeah, he’d definitely have to add a sexual identity crisis to his list of therapy goals. Not that he considered it a crisis, because the war hero was fucking hot.

“Is that why you’re here?” Michael asked, motioning toward Alex’s missing leg. He half expected Alex to tell him to fuck off, but he didn’t.

He sighed heavy instead as he nodded. “Partly. PTSD is a bitch, but I was messed up long before that. Major daddy issues on account of him trying to beat the gay out of me. Joke’s on him though, ‘cause it didn’t work.” He huffed out the cutest little laugh that had Michael mirroring it.

“Major abandonment and intimacy issues thanks to growing up in shitty foster care.”

Alex smirked at him, the twist of his lips a beautiful thing. “Are you trying to one up me with your trauma?”

“Hey, you showed me yours, thought I’d show you mine.”

Alex hummed, his eyes turning contemplative as they stared at each other in the quiet room. “This is probably a massive conflict of interest or something considering the circumstances, but would you maybe wanna grab a drink with me when we’re done here? You know, to discuss the architecture of watermelon stands and what not.”

Michael couldn’t have hid his smile if he’d tried. “Can we make it a milkshake instead? I’m trying to lay off the booze.”

“Right,” Alex agreed. “Good call. And yes, I’m definitely down for milkshakes.”

“Great. Then it’s a date.”

"Is it?" Alex asked with the quirk of a brow.

"I sure hope so 'cause I plan on kissing the shit out of you after."

Alex's cheeks flushed as he bit his lip. "Okay, then. But you're still rebuilding the watermelon stand."

"Absolutely."

And just like that, Michael felt a thousand times lighter than he had when he first walked in. Maybe this whole therapy thing had promise after all.

#malexweek20 #malex #michael x alex #lucie writes words #roswell nw #is this ugly enough to be a meet ugly?#seems pretty cute to me

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camillemontespan · 5 years ago

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ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part nineteen: the king of 4th of july]

@ibldw-main @pug-bitch @jovialyouthmusic @katedrakeohd @rainbowsinthestorm @emichelle @dcbbw @sirbeepsalot @notoriouscs @burnsoslow @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @gardeningourmet @pedudley @marshmallowsandfire @princessleac1 @kingliam2019 @drakeandkatherine

Master List

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'Alright, so we have everything for the sangria, hot dogs, burgers, all of the carbs, pain au chocolate for Gisele as she doesn't eat much at the moment, whiskey.. Am I forgetting anything?' Bianca asked Drake and Savannah as she studied their newly bought groceries for the 4th of July celebrations.

'You've got everything, mom,' Savannah assured her.

Bianca smiled. 'All we need now are fireworks but Drake is going into town to buy some today, my helpful little boy!'

'Mom..' Drake groaned. 'I'm not a little boy..'

'But you're so helpful!' Bianca cooed, gently patting his cheek.

Drake rolled his eyes. He was indeed picking up fireworks today and he had enlisted Camille to be his shopping buddy.

'I'm gonna go pick up Camille,' Drake said, eager to get away. He gave Bianca a quick hug and turned to leave the kitchen, ignoring Savannah who was making kissing noises at his retreating back.

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Drake collected Camille in his pick up truck. He smiled as he watched her leave her house and make her way towards him. She looked beautiful today, even though she was only wearing a simple white t-shirt and denim shorts with Converse. Drake always thought she looked beautiful.

They chatted easily as Drake drove them into town. They had become closer since Camille had been back in Texas. Their baby steps mantra was working. Forcing themselves to take it slow had deepened their connection but Drake was still fully aware that Camille had only just come out of an engagement. The ball was entirely in her court.

'Here's our list,' Drake said, handing her a sheet of paper as he drove. 'We need to get all of these fireworks.'

'Jesus, Drake, are you buying up all the firework supply in Texas?!' Camille cried, staring in bewilderment at the list that detailed 15 types of firework Drake desperately wanted.

Drake rolled his eyes. 'It's the 4th of July, Camille! We gotta go hard!'

Camille let out a throaty laugh, which made Drake's heart flip. 'Jackson would be so proud of you,' she told him.

Drake smiled. 'I'm just trying to carry on his legacy, you know? He was the king of 4th of July. I'm not letting that slide.'

They drove on in comfortable silence until Camille broke it.

'You could be the new king of 4th of July, you know..' she suggested in a soft voice. 'I'm sure Jackson would be happy to pass the mantel to you.'

Drake chuckled. 'One day,' he replied simply. 'It all hinges on tonight.'

'I'm sure it will be perfect,' Camille assured him.

Drake tried to stop himself from turning pink but he couldn't. Camille smiled at his embarrassment and reached out to squeeze his hand.

'I'll help you,' she said. 'We can be a team!'

Drake grinned, his cheeks turning back to a regular colour. He stole a glance at Camille.

'We always are,' he said softly.

It was now Camille's turn to turn pink.

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Camille had been horrified when she saw that Drake was intending to purchase M-80s which were used by the military.

‘Isn’t this a little.. Over the top?’

Drake had stared at her, unamused. ‘No such thing as over the top for 4th of July, Montespan,’ he told her seriously. So, Camille tried her best to keep her mouth shut and helped Drake purchase a vast selection of fireworks, some legal, some… not.

‘I am a terrible, terrible person,’ she muttered as she waited for Drake to finish purchasing an illegal firework. ‘A fucking accomplice.’

‘I can hear you,’ Drake said dryly, giving her serious side eye as he waited for the cashier to bag up his fireworks. Camille bit her tongue, making Drake smirk.

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They arrived back at the ranch to find it decked out in American flag bunting. Bianca had set up the barbeque while Savannah was decorating the long wooden table for their guests, covering the surface with red, white and blue streamers.

‘You’re back!’ Bianca cried, clapping her hands excitedly. ‘How was firework shopping?’

‘We came, we saw, we conquered,’ Drake replied breezily, setting the bags of fireworks down. Savannah ripped opened the bags, eager to see what he had bought and her face lit up with a wide smile as she spotted the M-80s. The Walkers adored 4th of July and it was all down to Jackson.

‘I’m going to pick up my grandma,’ Camille told them. ‘We’ll be back soon, ready to party!’

‘That’s the spirit!’ Bianca cheered.

Drake followed Camille out to the front door. She turned to face him and gave him a sly smile. ‘I’ve seen a different side to you today,’ she told him. ‘Kinda scary.’

Drake chuckled. ‘Sorry. I get all excited for the fireworks. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.’

‘I know I was a little funny about it,’ Camille admitted. ‘But this is your day. If you want to go crazy with fireworks, then you go crazy with fireworks. It’s what your dad would have wanted.’

Drake smiled bashfully. ‘I just want to remember him in the best way,’ he said quietly, shuffling on his feet. ‘This is how I remember him. I get carried away, sure, but it’s worth it.’

There was a pause. Drake wondered if he had been too sentimental.

Before he could react, Camille leaned up and kissed him.

She tasted of watermelon lip balm and lemonade.

As quickly as she had kissed him, she pulled away. Drake was staring at her with wide eyes. ‘What was that for?’ he asked, his voice hitching..

Camille blushed. ‘I just wanted to kiss you.’

Drake couldn’t argue with that. Smiling, she said goodbye and left the porch, leaving Drake staring after her with a dopey grin on his face.

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Camille and Gisele came back an hour later armed with champagne. Gisele had insisted on bringing the fizz and she also insisted on dressing as elegantly as possible; she was wearing a blue linen trouser suit and her silver hair was coiffed to perfection. She had tied red, white and blue bows around her crutches as a way to commemorate the day.

‘You will have to come over for Bastille Day!’ Gisele said as she hugged Drake. ‘We don’t make quite as much effort but we do watch the fireworks light up the Eiffel Tower on our computer and we drink champagne! Would you like to come over for that?’

Drake cast a glance at Camille who gave him a shrug, trying to appear casual although really, she quite liked the idea. Drake smiled warmly. ‘That sounds perfect.’

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The day passed in a flurry of laughter, eating and drinking. While Savannah played with Bartie on the grass, Gisele and Bianca drank champagne and talked about everything without pausing for breath.

Drake and Camille had changed into swimwear and jumped into the lake, screaming as they did so. When they broke the water’s surface, they swam towards the edge of the lake near the jetty, their fingers brushing each other’s skin.

Drake gently pushed Camille up against the jetty, his eyes roaming her face. Her dark hair was slicked back and water dripped from her eyelashes. The sunshine cast a golden glow over her skin; she looked like a mermaid from the deep.

‘You’re staring at me,’ Camille said, interrupting his thoughts.

Drake smirked. ‘Can’t help it.’

He reached out to graze her jawline with his finger. Camille’s cheeks turned pink but she didn’t push him away. Drake floated closer so their chests were flush against each other. Camille ran her hands down his muscled arms, tracing his veins with her finger.

‘I’m so happy you’re here today,’ Drake murmured, not taking his eyes off hers.

‘Thank you for the invite,’ she replied quietly. ‘It’s been so fun.’

Drake’s eyes softened. Feeling brave, he leaned towards her, his lips opening slightly. Camille’s mouth parted and their lips met softly, tentatively.

They were hidden from view. Nobody could see them kissing; with that knowledge, Drake increased the pressure, turning the kiss from one of softness and light into an urgent, intoxicating embrace.

Camille pulled away first.

‘Baby steps,’ she gasped. ‘I know I kissed you earlier but that was different. Nothing could happen-’

‘I get it,’ Drake interrupted, breathing heavily. ‘Baby steps.’

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That night, when the twilight sky turned a deep navy, Drake set up the fireworks, animatedly explaining which ones were which to the party. Savannah looked like she wanted to step in and let some off herself; Bianca was filling up her glass, tipsy from sangria; and Gisele was nodding with a smile on her face, trying to look interested when really, she had no idea what he was talking about.

‘This one makes a KABOOM noise that you can hear from three miles away!’ he said, his voice coming out in a quick flurry, ‘and this one takes its time before it suddenly explodes into gold dust! Oh my God, okay, look at this one, this one is the shit!’

Camille watched him as he showed off the fireworks, unable to stop herself from smiling. She loved seeing Drake in his element; here, he was confident and self assured. He was determined to make this a spectacle - and it would be- but the way he talked so passionately about the fireworks made her want to listen to him forever.

She realised that she always wanted to listen to him when he talked about fireworks. She wanted to be here, every 4th of July, listening as he showed them off. She wanted to watch him, giddy and childlike, completely at odds with his rough exterior. She wanted to see him be happy.

Camille sipped her whiskey, trying to push down the realisation. But she couldn’t take her eyes off Drake now and she didn’t tear her gaze away when his eyes met hers. For that moment, he was stripped back, laid bare to her. He was the Drake Walker she had grown up with and fell in love with. He was lit up like the fireworks he adored; shining brightly for all to see.

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The fireworks had lit up the sky in a colourful display of gold, pink, blue and red. Drake worked hard, making sure each one went off at the right time, while everyone else oohed and ahhed.

‘Fuck, that one was incredible!’ he hollered.

When the display finished up, he topped up his glass with whiskey and sat beside Camille.

‘You want a blanket?’ he asked her, seeing that her knees were pulled up to her chest and her arms were wrapped around her body. Not waiting for her to answer, Drake found a blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders. ‘Can’t have you getting cold,’ he told her gently. ‘Not on my watch.’

Camille rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she savoured this moment. The whole day had been incredible. Everything she had loved about Texas had been pulled to the forefront of her mind and she felt more content and happy than she had in months. Now, she felt her worries slide off her shoulders and all she could think about was where to go from here.

‘Ahem, attention..’ Bianca announced, standing up. She turned to Savannah. ‘Let’s do it, baby girl.’

Savannah giggled and rushed indoors, peaking everyone’s curiosity. Bianca turned to look at Drake and gave him a wink.

‘Mom? What’s happening?’

Bianca ignored his question. ‘Following a simply spectacular 4th of July celebration, I am pleased to announce..’

The doors opened and Savannah came back outside, holding something shiny in her hands. As she got closer, Drake realised what it was.

A plastic gold crown set on top of a cushion.

Bianca smiled at her son. ‘I am pleased to announce that my son, my baby boy, Drake Walker, is now the new King of the 4th of July!’

Gisele and Camille burst into applause. Drake stared at his mother, unable to form words. Seeing this, Bianca made her way towards him and crouched down to look up into his face. She placed her hand on his cheek and smiled a wobbly smile.

‘Your dad would be so proud of your efforts today,’ she said, her voice cracking. ‘You went above and beyond to make this party one that we’ll never forget. He always wanted you to love 4th of July and here you are. He would want you to be the new king.’

Savannah held out the cushion to Camille. ‘Will you do the honours?’ she asked.

Camille stood up and adopted a regal pose, throwing her shoulders back. ‘I would love to,’ she said grandly, making Drake laugh. She took the crown and stood in front of Drake.

‘Drake Walker,’ she said, trying not to laugh. ‘Do you accept the responsibility of being the king of 4th of July?’

Drake chuckled. ‘I do.’

‘And do you swear to uphold the values of 4th of July and to make all other 4th of July celebrations pale into insignificance?’

‘I swear.’

‘And do you swear to wear this crown every 4th of July because you will look adorable wearing it and I need to take a picture of you?’

Drake rolled his eyes. ‘I swear.’

Satisfied, Camille placed the crown on top of his head. Everyone erupted into cheers and applause, chanting Drake’s name.

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Savannah, Bianca and Gisele soon started to yawn. ‘I should get going,’ Gisele said. ‘I need my beauty sleep.’

Camille stopped playing cards with Drake to look at her grandmother. ‘I’ll come with you-’

‘No, mon petit chou, you stay here and play cards,’ Gisele interrupted. ‘You’re having fun.’

Bianca stood up. ‘I’ll take you down the road.’

Savannah eyed Drake and Camille, who were cosied up together with a whiskey bottle between them, decks of cards in their hands. Drake was currently winning.

‘I’ll come with you too,’ Savannah said.

They left Drake and Camille in the garden; the two of them didn’t mind. They were enjoying each other’s company.

‘And that,’ Drake said, banging his cards on the table, ‘is how you win at cards!’

‘You’re such a smug bastard!’ Camille protested. ‘A king would never rub his fortunes in his subject’s faces!’

Drake smirked. ‘This one does.’

Camille swatted his hand playfully, jumping when his fingers trapped hers in his. Their hands remained clasped.

‘Wanna go down to the jetty?’ Drake asked her softly. ‘It’s our spot. Thought we could have some peace and quiet.’

Camille smiled. ‘That sounds nice.’

They abandoned their cards and wandered down towards the jetty, still holding hands. The moonlight bounced off Drake’s crown, making him look quite fabulous.

They reached the jetty and settled down. Drake leaned back on his hands, breathing in the warm Texas air. Camille looked down at her hands, now no longer in Drake’s, and she bit her lip. Sensing a change in her, Drake looked at her steadily.

‘What’s up?’

Camille smiled. She forced herself to meet his eyes. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she was in danger of word vomiting; this was not the time to word vomit. She needed to be clear. She needed to take a breath and tell him that in no uncertain terms-

‘I love you,’ she whispered.

Drake’s eyes widened. He stared at Camille, unable to form an appropriate response. What happened to the baby steps? Or had the baby steps worked? Had she made her choice now and he was it for her? She had chosen him?

Camille couldn’t work out what he was thinking. And so, the word vomit burst out of her.

‘I love you,’ she said quickly. ‘I guess I always have. But ever since I saw you again, I felt a pull towards you and I kept trying to push it down until I couldn’t do it anymore. I made some bad decisions along the way, I hurt Liam, I hurt you.. But I feel clearer now. I have clarity. I’m home. You are my home, Drake. I know we were trying to do baby steps and I’m so happy we managed to because it’s only made us closer and I’ve learned so much more about you now. But I don’t want baby steps anymore. I want to dive in and just be with you, all of you. I watched you tonight and you were so bright and happy.. I felt so much love for you right there. I want to see you be the 4th of July King every year. I want to help you buy fireworks. I want to host 4th July parties and go crazy and drink whiskey and sing bad songs and lose at cards. I want to celebrate it with you every year. I want it all. I want you-’

Drake’s mouth crashed against hers with such a force that his crown fell off. Camille made a startled sound until she realised what was happening; he was kissing her. He was kissing her desperately, urgently, with all the pent up frustration and love that he had kept cooped up in his heart for so long. His hands raked through her hair, bunching it into clumps, and he held her close, as if he was trying to keep her together.

‘I love you too,’ he murmured against her lips. ‘Always have, always will.’

#drake x camille

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moist-astronaut · 4 years ago

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things my friends and I have said over the last year

“I’m verbally illiterate” “Isn’t that called dyslexia”

“I’m going to chemistry and I’m gonna light myself on fire” “No” “Damnit let me burn like the witch I am!”

“Don’t worry it’s not anti-Christ it’s just anti-government”

“I’ve been getting migraines everyday and I’m considering chopping my head off” “But that would kill you” “Two birds one stone!!”

“I swear to god I will hug you” “My house is 5 miles away and my doors are locked” “Your locks are FEABLE”

*writing an email* “Bitch comma”

“Ok but I could be a top” *laughing* “What I totally could be!” *laughing and crying for literally 6 minutes straight*

*on a group call, friends cat misha walks into the room* “Tell misha I would live and die for her, whichever she prefers” “She says thank you” *cat noises*

*joins discord vioce chat at 11:26 pm* “You guys are gae but I love you” “Thank you saeren very cool” “Goodnight” *leaves chat at 11:28pm*

“Jake jake jake jjjake -j-jaaake hey jake” “W H A T” “Can I eat your pens” “I literally have a restraining order against you”

“I’m educatn’t”

“Me calling you to dumb to be a slytherin is payback for you leaving multiple handprint bruises on my legs” “It’s not my fault your skin is weak”

“He’s rolling so that we can walk” *rolling in the grass and collecting leaves on his jacket* “I’m rolling for your sins”

“There are 7 of us so we can each be a deadly sin” “I wanna be Ross” “You mean wrath?” “No that dude from Friends”

“Ok but other than his strict attraction to women, his multiple wives, his hatred of gay people, and the fact that he is dead, what is standing between me and Joseph Smith the All American Hottie from being happy together”

“Consider: Mullet” “No”

“I do my homework while loudly eating a pop tart asmr”

“No no listen, he’s my brother, he’s a bastard of my dynasty…I might just ransom him off”

“These Norwegian bastards indroduced a fucking PLUAGE to my COUNTRY”

“Ooooo meth”

“Half of my life is me resisting the urge to sing the zaboomafoo themesong, the other half is me actually singing the zaboomafoo themesong. So either way my entire life revolves around zaboomafoo.”

“I just don’t think I would hire a gay man-wait no I’m not homophobic”

*chucks half a gallon of milk in a gas station* “-ah- got milk?”

“Gimme your sternum boy”

“Nooooooo he stole my sternum!!!” (Side note these were two separate occasions)

*being force fed milk duds* “No!! This is the worst way to die!!”

“Hey babe come over I have a hammock and a heated blanket”

“Be afraid, be prepared- IN THE WORDS OF SCAR”

“Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies Stress eating stress gummies stress eating-”

“I thought to myself ‘Y’know if I die today this is how I want to be remembered- a leather skirt and leg warmers’”

“I think I’m telling you to go to sleep” “You’re gonna have make me” “I can’t tell if this is cry for help or flirting” “Yes”

“This is at best cannibalism and at worst being straight”

“Oh look Percy Jackson’s here now, ooh they replaced every character’s face with Mr. Bean. I hate it”

“You can’t be mean to me! I’m gay AND a woman! That’s a hate crime!” “Yeah well I’m brown and Muslim! Square the fuck up bitch!”

“Babe it’s not very metal to be afraid of your hair dresser” “It’s not very metal to have a hair dresser and yet here we are” “It’s fine you’re into glam metal”

“Hey augie, got any grrrrrrapes?” “I’m doing IXL :(“

“Can I come?” “No” “What if I bring watermelon?” “You can come, leave the watermelon, then leave” “:(“

“What in the jersey shore”

“Rad’nt”

“Ok but consider: Mullet-hawk” “I can and will divorce you”

“Dee-vorce 👏 Just to 👏 re-vorce 👏 👏 “

“Ah yes, that’s why I’m fat…for combat reasons…”

“You fool I consent!”

“My Boston fern is being a bitch but that’s because it’s winter and that’s BITCH season”

“You walk through the rest of the house and it’s like ‘ooo witchy and aesthetic’ then they’ll get to the guest room and it’ll just be a tacky twink Fever dream”

“Who needs a scalp”

“HeHe, sexing”

“Council has decided, your vibes are rancid (and not the band)”

“You’re never to young to hate women”

“Look at me I did the dishes I’m a 1950s housewife with a strangely new jersey accent and affinity for lesbianism”

“Well look who has the table now”

"contrary to popular belief, fuck you"

"There's nothing here that requires whisking, i'm just problematic"

"If you could go anywhere in the world with two people, who would you choose?" “New Orleans!”

"So he proceeded to bite me on the butt...like, really, really hard."

“I don’t cheat, I win. It’s not cheating if it’s consensual.”

“My mouth, my choice”

“Do you like my ombré of a tan"

“Who’s the cutest in the chat right now then?” “It’s Paige!” “No, it’s obviously Augie.” (paige's boyfriend)-said by a straight man

“Francis is just a one and done.”

“Would you ever have a threesome?” “...yes...” *To Francis* “Sure!”

“How do you feel about anal sex?”

“Of the people in this room, who would you most want to make out with?” “Augie” “The answer is yes, but only if it’s 6 feet apart.”

“Square, flat, and overcooked.”

“The virus would be over if everyone would breathe underwater for 5 minutes.”

“I have daddy issues, but not with my father.”

“You’re a ladies man but you have two boyfriends.”

“That means lesbian in sign language” “No, that means fuck boy in American”

“I’m like a parasite, you can’t get rid of me. I’m here forever.”

“You’re like my long term hit man”

“Is it Jake?” “No, why would the evil Russian man be Jake?” “Because he would never hire a gay man and you don’t look like a gay man”

“Jake is homophonic, Augie is racist, and Francis is a woman hater!”

"Grew a korean radish, 1 star"

"I've got more cause i'm a rich boy, and by that i mean my father sometimes buys avocados. And that's on what? Upper middle class"

"Tell your good for nothing boyfriend to stay away from my mom"

"It's not inciting violence it's just ~inspiring it~ "

"Listen bitch just because you have avacados and a roomba doesn't make you better then me"

"i would totally let narthex ruin my life. and that's on what? daddy issues and bisexuality"

"who is titty"

"how is he racist" "he hates the french and russians right?" "don't forget italians" "that's just self loathing"

"This is the last time i wear a thong- it's for educational purposes"

"babe come over i'm a burrito"

"he put bread with milk. luckily he passed away"

"you touched my wiener!" "you offered it!"

"foot'nt"

"i took a shower and realized the floor doesn't bounce"

"i love ass whoooaaaaaa i meant cassie"

"Rosalie you're the deciding vote. Be decisive." "Dude i'm bisexual and a gemini. what're you talking about?"

"Okay so to recap: jake is homophobic, augie is racist, francis is a woman hater, and now paige is a bunny abuser?"

"Just bring a watermelon keychain and it'll be fine" "Whooaaaa i'm gonna need a big key then"

"If you were blind what would you even see"

Post Traumatic Youth, plus D for danny's disorder"

"i think she's past the phase where she likes people just because they're russian"

"francine is a lesbian, but only during quarantine"

"don't be a home wrecker!" "i can't help it!"

"we are not doing coed tents" "i wanted to go purple-ing though"

"if it's not perfect i'm gonna through hands" "with who" "i don't know, the CEO of stupid"

"don't make me feel guilty for bullying you"

"it doesn't look very cash money cool but okay"

"slinky cat" (ferret)

"The pond behind my house didn't freeze all the way through this winter, so i couldn't go ice skating" "okay, so i have an idea. we can go to walmart and get-" "ANTI FREEZE!" "well, yes- wait, no. No, the more i think about that definitely no."

"The amish will win, the amish will prevail" "the amish will conquer us all!"

"He do be kinda mafia doh"

"i'm being sneaky sneak. stairs go creaky creak. and i need. DRUGZ"

"brain on shutdown, power saving mode"

"Somebody go tip her, she's dancing like a stripper" "thatd be nice- oh wait no!"

"fellas, is it gay to lick your homies eyeball?"

"it's not racist if you're only targeting one group of people" "that literally racism" "but what if they're french"

"i'm not racist yet but the option is available, and it's good to have options"

"they don't call me Mr. Steal Yo Boy for nothing!" -a straight man who has a girlfriend

"i think he has a bad habit of not dating girls"

"kinda hot tho 🥵 in a Santa Claus kinda way...hoe hoe hoe"

"i'll be your hot jacuzzi bubble dealer"

"when deceit and doubt fills you up, you cleanse your mind through creative activities, such as making organic soap"

"friendly reminder #4: you're never to old to eat a freezie-pop"

"sorry i'm just nervous" Chinese Teacher: (Waving her hand in front of her face) “Just pretend I’m cabbage.”

"me when my dads name is publicly broadcasted on the radio for his 14 felonies and assorted war crimes"

"<@!523669420435046401> I sentence you to a solid nine by the banhammer. For your crimes against Humanity, God, Satan, and Matt Frank. See you in hell."

"Danny, just because you're playing *Just Cause* doesn't mean you need to Just Cause our friendship!"

"Silly Matt! You fell for the ole’ Heimlich maneuver!”

"i got a bunch of new shirts over quarantine" "you would"

"Ok, there's a 32 year old doctor in new Jersey dying right now" "Yeah, but to be fair everyone in new jersey has a pre-existing condition"

“This is the longest period of time we’ve had without a Nintendo direct” “Maybe they’re gonna make a Nintendo indirect?”

"you’re looking extra white today.” "thanks i've been practicing"

"do you have any batteries" *looks inside shirt* "not yet"

"let's go colonize the middle school!" "yyayayyayayay!!!" " wait I gotta ask my mom first" What happened next is know called the *Juniors burden*

"oh so you're a DOWNSTAIRS milk kinda guy"

"you are literally the human embodiment of crumbs in a bed"

"The Berk-ey Creamery isn’t a place, it’s a people!”

"He shoved a floating joy-con straight up his flux-capacitor.” "great! now it's paired"

"No, that isnt armor, the real armor are the friends you made along the way"

"This one goes out to all my lady friends out there *proceeds to kill himself in game*

"i'm a coward" "that's what a coward would say!"

"rest is for cowards and fools"

"every time you speak you take years off my life"

"Shark dick hoo ha ha"

"Me and the boys brushing our teeth at 3 AM"

"remember if you kill yourself the fascists win"

"The Beatles aren’t real. Have you ever seen a beatle? No? Exactly." "Babe” "Shut up I’m right."

*reading over these quotes* "god i hate that" "you said that!"

#ghost talks #long post

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mellz117 · 5 years ago

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Hi! I’m Mellz and I’m starting up Kingdom Hearts 2 on the PlayStation 2!

Just below are links to the first parts of my previous Kingdom Hearts plays.

[ KH1 ] _ [ Re:CoM Sora ] _ [ KH Re:CoM Riku ]

It’s been a hot minute, like 3,155,763 smoldering hot minutes, which would be 6 years including leap years. Yeah it was 01/27/2014 last I touched this game, exactly 6 years ago to this day (01/27/2020) as of me starting up again. This was an accident.

Guide thingy: Things like long gaps between commentary and days will be separated by a line of dots like that -> ……

Text relating to an image posted will have a blockquote either above and/or below the image

Dialogue exchanges will also be separated by a blockquote

Ok I'm playing on standard difficulty, if I'm having a hard time, then I just suck. If you’re reading this and haven’t experienced KH2 for yourself, why are you here? Go away, there’s spoilers for things that aren’t revealed until later.

SO LET’S JUST JUMP INTO IT

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I always liked this fancy CGI opening. There’s a lot of things I missed last I saw it.

IT’S HIM. Look how cute he is!

So we start off with a recap of Kingdom Hearts via a dream it seems and our protagonist, my precious boy Roxas, wakes up his own home all alone because apparently DiZ didn't create a digital family for him. But KH is notorious for forgetting parents, so maybe they did. I’m not Cinema Sins so I wont ping this game for not giving Roxas fake parents lmao

In the next scene Roxas is more interested in his own hands than he is in his friends' conversation.

blurry ring textures, blurry checker pattern. Not everything holds up well on a flat screen TV

He hasn't been paying attention so he's just as confused as the player is at this point when he finally takes his attention off his hands.

This dialogue is so early 2000's. KH1 and CoM avoided this but with the urban setting of Twilight Town it's DEFINITELY noticeable and outdated. So rumors have spread about Roxas, Hayner, Pence, and Olette that photographs are being stolen, and THEY'RE the theives. Who is the operator of the rumor mill? Seifer and his posse. Also the actual WORD is gone too, they try to say “photo” but it just DOESN’T EXIST. This is where the game gets a bit odd.

TUTORIALS GALORE. I JUST WANT TO PAUSE AND CHANGE THE CAMERA CONTROLS STOP TELLING ME ABOUT MY NEXT OBJECTIVE but no no it’s telling me how to lock on, control my camera, context sensitive buttons, etc

This girl’s dress looks like shes wearing a bra over it

I like how the animal AI hasn't changed at all in this entire series. And by like I mean hate, KH3 doesn't change that. Sven is as boring as this cat we have to look at.

The gang heads to the sandlot where Seifer, Fuujn, Raijin, and Vivi like to hang out I guess? Vivi is a little, solid black, wizard dwarf amongst all these regular humans and no one bats an eye. This shit is normal. Seifer with his stupid Seto Kaiba jacket, shows up to further accuse Roxas and his friends of stealing photos, one specifically of Roxas flat on his face and Seifer standing triumphantly over him (which we’re actually shown later). "That was undeniable proof that we totally owned you lamers" he says in regards to it and challenges Roxas to a rematch.

A+ dialogue

Seifer. My dude, ya dumb-dumb. If you think for one second that I'm gonna let my boy lose to you, you are sorely mistaken.

“If you get on your knees and beg, maybe I’ll let it slide.” Seifer says and Roxas plays it slick, taking a knee and looking through a convenient selection of foam weapons. Battle ensues.

So of course I win because Seifer is a pleb, and Pence takes a commemorative ______ of Roxas's sound victory, but oh no! Something stole the camera right out of Pence's hands! Roxas gives chase, because apparently he's the only one who cares enough to do so, and confronts the actual thief, a Dusk type Nobody. Roxas is taking this creature encounter rather calmly. Like mild confusion at most.

I hate these things, they're creepy. When you do a reversal on them they like, plant their hands on the ground behind them and their legs wrap around their arms while they spaz out. Ughghdhahh

Of course Roxas's foam bat doesnt cause any damage to the Dusk, and suddenly a familiar giant key digitally manifests in his hands. DiZ is installing mods I see. I have a Keyblade mod in Skyrim, so we have something in common.

After we defeat the thief the next scene shows the gang at the usual spot with the recovered photos. Ok ok so was "photo" the only word deleted from the vocabulary or were any other alternative words taken away too? Like, if they could have said "picture" this whole time, they would have had much less stupid sounding dialogue exchanges. Whatever lmao.

“Tell us about the picture thief.”

“Not much to say. The pictures were just lying there.”

You liar. Tell them about how you fought a wormy, white boy.

Pence notices all the pics are of Roxas and speculates the picture thief wanted to take the REAL Roxas and Hayner is like

The best friendships are ones where you can take jabs at each other and know there’s no malice intended.

In the scene thereafter, the kids go their separate ways, the evening(?) sun assaults Roxas's eyes, and whenever he closes them he gets another vision? Idk what time of day it is it always looks the same.

God ok as someone who hadn’t played CoM before playing KH2 for the first time, I must have been SUPER lost regarding who DiZ and Namine were and why Sora is in the pod. More recaps of KH1: I don’t know why they found it necessary to redub over the old voices with the new actors in these flashbacks.

Moving on. Roxas learns what the Keyblade is through his dreams. On his way to meet up with his friends, he tries summoning the Keyblade with a stick, when that doesn’t work he carelessly throws it aside and it hits this cloak clad man behind him. This dude is either completely unfazed by that is or so offended he can’t even say anything and walks away before he goes all Karen on Roxas’s ass.

We’re back at the usual spot and summer vacation is nearing it’s end. Hayner wants to go to the beach before school is back in session! You poor fuckers...

Same, dude. I’m waiting on my tax returns, looking forward to that.

SKATEBOARD

“TO DEFEAT THE HUNSSSSSSS!”

Pretzels at the beach? Salty and not refreshing. I got you fam, I’ll make enough money for a watermelon. Roxas is so poor omg... How much is 150 Munny in American currency?

Just BEAT the cargo with a foam bat. What’s IN the bag? Is it trash? Clothes? Is it potentially breakable? Next. Time to beat some bees!

So Poster Duty was my go-to job in this game in the past because you could get 100 Munny if you did well. But now that I’m older I realized how annoying it is. I had an efficient route planned out, hit as many of the 3 poster placements in that route, and be over and done with that in about 1:10....

But then Roxas goes aND DOES THIS!

FUCKING SKIPS THE ONE DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIM, DEFYING GRAVITY IN FAVOR OF THE POSTS BELOW

HE DOES THIS CONSISTENTLY!! I do have a live reaction to this but it’s too big for tumblr. I’ll have it up on youtube one of these days

Eventually I stopped sticking posters to walls and became a mailman until the game made me stop.

Black-clad man is back with his own stick! Oof, Roxas eats the pavement and is manhandled by cloaky boy. WAS THIS ROUGH TREATMENT REALLY THAT NECESSARY? You might wanna treat Sora's Nobody with a little more respect. AND YOU STOLE HIS HARD-EARNED MONEY! YOU BASTARD!

The gang is on the clock tower, very dangerously high up. Wtf what if someone falls?! Roxas feels so guilty about what happened and Hayner gets over this little fiasco pretty quickly and the next day he already has another fun plan.

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On his way to the station, Roxas crosses paths with Pence and Olette, the latter two freeze and Roxas meets Namine. Is her interest in Roxas linked to her desire to be Sora’s friend? A strange girl tells Roxas she wanted to meet him “at least once” and he doesn’t know what to do lol. Namine doesn’t stay long, leaving Roxas with his confusion. What is going through his head? A girl he doesn’t know seems to know him well enough to want to see him. Pence and Olette unfreeze after Namine is out of the shot. Pence and Olette have such a cute relationship, I’d love for them to be siblings. Pence goes shopping with her even if he might not want to. I can relate, I hate clothes shopping.

These Dusks don’t seem like too much of a threat tbh, they just kinda swagger slowly towards Roxas and grab his hand. Roxas hardly struggles to escape to the sandlot.

Chicken wuss

WE FINALLY GET SOMEWEHERE, we end up on the stained glass pillars in the Station of Serenity (?). Time to grind for like 5 minutes because this giant noodle boy already killed me once.

This thing really unsettles me. All the creature Nobodies do! They’re all twitchy and stretchy. DISGUSTING

DAMN THAT IS A HIGH FALL HOW DO YOU SURVIVE THAT?!

Upon defeat, this big noodle boy falls on top of Roxas and Namine saves him from being enveloped by darkness.

Namine really seems to like to silence him. First she shoves her hand in his face but that was too forward. This time she daintily places a finger over her lips and says her part. Black-cloak guy shows up, rough handles Namine a little bit but not as roughly as he did Roxas. AND SHOVES ROXAS INTO A PORTAL

SEIFER IS AN OPPORTUNISTIC SHITLET POSING IN FRONT OF HIS UNCONSIOUS BODY. Bitch you didn’t earn that. Hayner, Pence, and Olette see Roxas with Seifer’s gang, Hayner feels betrayed thinking Roxas ghosted him in favor of Seifer. He stays pretty salty about it for a good while

IM NOT WORKING ON THIS LIKE I SHOULD. ITS ALMOST A MONTH SINCE STARTING. In my next post we'll be "Struggling" to progress. Eh? Eh? Get it? Like the tournament?

I'm not funny.

Here’s the next part: [ _2_ ]

Below is a compilation of my live reactions and comments throughout this point of the game.

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#mellz plays kh2 #Kingdom Hearts Series #kingdom hearts 2 #kh2 #PlayStation 2 #square enix #disney #mellz post

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gamerwoo · 6 years ago

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get to know me tag !!!

I was tagged by @middle-of-a-wonshua-sandwich (i love u bitch)

Rules: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better!

Star Sign: Libra

Height: 5'10-ish (it’s been a couple years but last time I checked, I was 5′10 and if I grow any more I’m putting my head through a wall))

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 4 songs:

Eureka - Zico

Gorilla - Pentagon

Settle Down - The 1975

Chuck - Seventeen

Grab the nearest book next to you, turn to page 23, what is line 17?:

Uhh the nearest book is a Seventeen photobook but page 23 is a picture of Jihoon and Seungkwan

Ever had a song or poem written about you?:

Unfortunately

When was the last time you played air guitar?:

Like...last week maybe?? To be fair, I was trying to remember the notes to a song on ukulele so technically it was air ukulele

What’s a sound you hate? One you love?:

My aunt makes this really annoying sound when she clears her throat, and that annoys me. And for some reason I love the sound of heels on a hard floor???

Do you believe in ghosts?:

VERY MUCH SO but like not as much as Ryan from Buzzfeed Unsolved dsjkfhksd

Do you believe in aliens?:

Also yes

Do you drive? If so have you crashed?:

I hate admitting this because I’m an adult but I don’t have my license but I’ve taken drivers ed and know how to drive. I’ve never crashed, though. I did get stuck in a small snowbank once which was very embarrassing

Do like the smell of gasoline?:

I know it’s bad if I say yes but yes (it also lowkey reminds me of my dad bc he was a mechanic)

What’s the last movie you’ve seen?:

Uh the last one I watched was last night and it was How The Grinch Stole Christmas, but the last one I watched in a theater was Incredibles 2

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?:

I sprained my ankle when I was about 3 or 4

Do you have any obsessions right now?:

I just recently got into Pentagon, so them. Also Attack on Titan/Tokyo Ghoul because I started rewatching them (more so Attack on Titan rn)

Do you tend to hold grudges?:

Yes :))))

In a relationship?:

LMAO no

(second tag)

First name- Ky/Kai but I’m known as Rocket

Last name- DumbassMcGee

Height- 5′10

Age- 22

Hair color- Naturally, it’s dark brown. Currently, my roots are natural but the rest of my hair is red and purple

Favorite fruit- WATERMELON!!!

Favorite season- Spring and autumn

Favorite animal- GIRAFFES!!!!!!!!!

Favorite fictional character- Stitch from Lilo and Stitch or Baymax from Big Hero 6 (I hugged both of them at Disney and I cried)

Favorite tv show- I rarely watch TV shows anymore tbh. I like old episodes of Spongebob if that counts???

Favorite color- Pink, mint, and black

Dog or cat person- I own both don’t make me choose :(((

Tumblr crush- I suddenly can’t read

Dream trip- To either visit LA, Korea, or Australia

Post your most recent selfie-

I don’t have any selfies w my new hair so my most recent one is from Halloween w my very faded green and blue hair dsjfksdf

aight idk if i even know 10 people but i’m gonna taaaaaag: @baekwell--tart @sadienita @fxllenforyxu @blossomjeno @felixssmile @smut-wars @wonholdmyheart @softseventeens (its not 10 but this is what i got off the top of my sleep-deprived head. also yall can completely ignore this dskhfkdsf im sorry)

#im v late doing this i apologize i've been a busy bitch

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alcaxponciano-archive · 6 years ago

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About the mun!

NAME: Jess

HEIGHT: Average (5′4″)

NATIONALITY: Bolivian-American

FAVORITE FRUITS: Green grapes, strawberries, watermelon, apples, honeydew, cantaloupe, and oranges. I love fruit.

FAVORITE SEASONS: Fall and Spring

FAVORITE SCENTS: Coffee, mint, cinnamon, rain, lavender (and most flowers in general), coconut, candy apple, clean laundry

FAVORITE ANIMALS: DOGS, raccoons, foxes, elephants, rhinos, and manatees

TEA / COFFEE / HOT COCOA: (Iced) Coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6-8

WHEN MY BLOG WAS CREATED: November 2017

RANDOM FACT: Here’s a weird one. I’ll eat pieces of cheese on its own, but never on sandwiches, burgers, and in eggs. Pizza and pasta are exceptions, but even then I don’t like too much cheese on those.

FAVORITE FOODS: Noodles, BLT & turkey sandwiches, pizza, chicken, french fries, and fruits

FAVORITE VINE: First one that immediately popped in my head was the “I love you, bitch *badly strums guitar* I ain’t never gon’ stop lovin’ you...bitch” one.

PRONOUNS: She/her

FAVORITE BOOK SERIES: Don’t have one currently.

FAVORITE VIDEO GAMES: Don’t play video games as much as I used to, but the ones I enjoyed the most are the Crash Bandicoot trilogy, Crash Team Racing, Crash Bash, and the Super Smash Bros. series

FAVORITE SUBJECT: Creative Writing and algebra

GUYS OR GIRLS: Both with no preference. It changes every day, really lol

LAST TIME I CRIED: Almost 3 weeks ago, I think

WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING: Writing an email

Tagged by: Stole it Tagging: Whoever wants to do this!

#Coast is Clear [OOC]#[[For munday]]#[[Wheezy was chosen because he's the favorite in this house]]#[[Another random fact]]#[[Smoky boi]]

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lilragekitten · 6 years ago

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Listen: It’s 2:30am and I am bored af at work so here, learn about me.

tagged by: @mommalosthermind (ILY)

rules: answer twenty (20) questions and tag twenty (20) people you want to know better.

nickname(s): JennerJen, Eddy, that quaking noise donald duck makes? (Ken calls me that)

height: 5′5″ maybe? I am Smol. and round.

orientation: Bi and ready to cry.

favorite fruit: Hmmm, I like strawberries a lot. And Watermelon, except I had Bad watermelon this summer so I’m kinda Off it right now. Asian Pears are good, and Golden Delicious apples.

favorite season: Season One of new doctor who with Nine. Oh not that kinda season? Fall. I love how the colors change, how it’s not swelteringly hot, and I love sweater weather. Also, Halloween. (Can I also cry how I had literally Two Weeks of Autumn this year before we got snow?? I am sad)

favorite flower: Calla lilies. I think they’re so pretty. and Blue Moon roses. I’m not really a flower person.

favorite scent: food? Homemade bread baking, fresh apple pie, citrus. The smell of the ocean (which, this perfume I find hits pretty damn well, also this hand/body cream.)

favorite color: Black, purples, reds, greens, blues, Usually darker tones.

favorite animal: Cats. Cat are amazing, they’re so weird and adorable and huge ass jerks. I love northern breed dogs too, the big floofs.

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: hot cocoa, though I’ll more than likely be found drinking cranberry juice.

average hours of sleep: HA. Um... welp, I work graveyard shifts so I’m supposed to sleep during the day. so I can go anywhere from 3-18 hours. seriously. There is no .. pattern... there is no logic here. I pass out and sometimes I wake up when I’m supposed to, sometimes I wake up bc my cats are assholes.

cat person or dog person: I think at this point we’re safe to say cats. I’ve always had cats growing up, Usually at least one, but usually two. I’m at 5 right now. I’d love to have a dog some day, but right now with my schedule the way it is, it wouldn’t be fair to it.

favorite fictional characters: ....I think... I’ll go through chronologically? How I remember it and if I still think fondly of them now? Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Xena. Peter Parker/Spiderman, Trunks from DBZ, Jared from the Pretender, Buffy Summers, Faith, Spike, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Tony Stark, Sherlock Holmes (BBC for first two seasons), GOTG, Toothless,eevee, Megamind, Fuck I give up...

number of blankets you sleep with: Two soft minky and one electric for my feets.

dream trip: I’ve always wanted to go to Japan and just... flutter. I’d like to see both coasts here at some point (Canada). Visit all my american friends <3 Iceland, Phuket, New Zealand, I don’t really have a dream place anymore, just want to escape for a while.

blog created: uhhh?? 2013? 2014? Apparently August 2014.

number of followers: It says 410... and I’m usually pretty good at cleaning out bots, but I shall purge soon, just in case. Hi how are you people? Do you enjoy disappointment? Thank you for being here :)

random fact: I shall give you Several:

One time when my ex was trying to be romantic, he took me for a walk to a lookout. It was all outdoorsy and wooded (yuck) but Suddenly, a Lynx jogged out from the trees like, 25 feet in front of us. I am ... Not Smart but it was a giant Fluff RighT TheRe... I can not be blamed. I lunged for it going “KITTY” (I was 28/29 at the time fyi) He (the ex) grabbed me going NO and the cat just stared at us,... looking back probably sizing us up lol oops, and then took off. I still get shit for that.

I love cooking with peppers and onions, but I can’t eat them, it’s a texture thing. I will gag as soon as I feel one. Red peppers also make me sick. I am a very picky eater, but I’m trying to be better. I don’t eat pork or beef, but love chicken.

I’m very shy, I’m a lot better now but when I was a kid up until high school, I wouldn’t talk to strangers, and I pretty much didn’t have any friends. When I did go to high school, I ended up leaving behind my best friend who was a year younger than me. She had been dating someone older than her (she was 12 going on 13 and he was like 16/17) but he broke up with her that summer to be with someone else who was also just entering HS. So she told me that I should find this person and fight them. Now... some of you know me, some IRL, some from a few years of talking behind this screen, and Y’all Know.. that ain’t me. Except I sometimes I really want ppl to like me?? So my first week of school was Hell, the few people I was friends with weren’t in ANY of my classes, I didn’t know anyone and then, one day, I hear this girl talking from the back of my science class about her Bf, who happens to have same name as my friends (who I haven’t spoken to since graduating at this point :( ) so I... smol bean I am, in my... kinda preppyish clothing go stand next to this girl with bleached blonde and black hair, wearing a marilyn manson tshirt, and black raver pants and I say “Are you Blank?” and she looks at me and laughs a bit and says ‘Yeah” eyebrow raised and like Whatchu want. so I say “ Are you the bitch that stole BF boyfriend?” And she CRACKS UP. And anyways, that’s the story of how I met my best friend, and got folded into this scary little clique of people and how no one messed with me for my entire high school career. She’s still my friend 20 years later, but another girl in that group (there was four of us) is now my best friend and I love her so much.

The Tagged Ones: @thecronescottage @maythefirthbewithyou @laglemon @fail-boat @stopmarkus @puresaltking @waywardfangir1

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dxrtyhands-a-blog · 7 years ago

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Rules: answer + tag 20 followers you’d like to know more Tagged by stole it from @mystify-iing because i’mma thief Tagging: do the thing~ say i tagged you~

NAME: rebecca NICKNAME: rebi, ari, satan~~~  SIGN: number 1 sign of the zodiac, aries~~~  HEIGHT: 5′5″ and surrounded by tall people NATIONALITY: american when i have to be, australian when i don’t wanna be. (yay dual citizenship~)  ORIENTATION: heterosexual probably FAVOURITE FRUIT: watermelon yo~  FAVOURITE SEASON: don’t really have one FAVOURITE FLOWER: lilies generally FAVOURITE SCENT: bookstores. the smell of books and the smell of coffee combine to create something beautiful~ FAVOURITE BOOK: lotr lbr~ FAVOURITE COLOUR: [/casually tugs on her hair] purple yo~ ;3 FAVOURITE ANIMAL: raccoons  COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: tea, because my aussie grandma taught me well AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: i’m even more of a bitch if i don’t get at least 6 CATS OR DOGS: cats tbh, but i don’t mind dogs.  NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: depends on the time of year. in summer, one. in winter, up to four because i refuse to be cold.  DREAM TRIP: italy tbh. the history, the food.... yum~ BLOG CREATED: october 21st, 2016~  NUMBER OF BLOGS FOLLOWING :  120 NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 129 yay for tiny fandoms~

#;ooc #;ari 101 #something to do before really starting my day

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donkeysanddug · 8 years ago

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Dammit - She was right again!

I’ve been riding my bike quite a bit recently. There are a couple of reasons for this. First and foremost, we had a very mild winter. We had limited snow and aside from a few sporadic days, the temperature was relatively mild. It was an ugly winter. Everything still died and turned brown but the bone chilling cold never hit and the snow shovel was cut some slack. Secondly, I like riding my bike through downtown. I see some things that I wouldn’t normally see if I was driving.

I went riding one day recently and rode down Harrison Avenue. A flood of memories came back to me. I used to ride my bike to school on nice days. I would strap my old Korean War issue day pack onto my back, I would ride up the hill on 38th Street, turn left on Harrison Avenue, hang a right on 44th Street and cross Cleveland Avenue, turn left onto Market Avenue North, ride to 55th Street, turn right and follow that to Firestone Ave. All in all it was about a 25 minute bike ride. I could do it in 20 on a good day.

I rode the Riddler’s old Fuji 10-speed. It had drop handlebars, gear shifters on the down tube and Veloflex road racing tires. It had thousands of miles on it but it still ran like a top. I think the tires were 24mm but looking at them, while riding down the road, they looked like they were the width of a cat’s whisker. I could easily hit 25mph on the bike but it offered no safety, no protection and did poorly, at best, on gravel. My head, protected only by a bandana tied into a dragonhead, would have split like a watermelon if I had a catastrophic accident.

Mrs. Riddler, my mother, hated my route and the fact that I rode my bike to school. She felt it was simply unsafe. Now, she didn’t hate it enough to give me the money for a car, but none less, she didn’t like it. Her main complaint was that I traveled down Harrison Avenue. She would have preferred that I would have continued past Harrison and used Cleveland Avenue as my connection to 44th Street. In her mind Harrison was fairly busy and, more importantly, too cramped. It was a small two lane street and offered little to no space on the side of the road. If two cars passed at the same time there was barely enough space to stay on the street and not ride into the gutter. If two trucks passed, well, you were going into a ditch. Plain and simple. That’s the way it worked. Lastly, there was a series of dogs on Harrison. It was a gauntlet. Dogs would run, like insane rabid wolves, to the edge of their yards for any passing biker, jogger or utility worker. It was intimidating.

Cleveland Avenue, although busier, was a broad five lane street. Cars traveled more quickly but there was plenty of space to safely exit the road and it was much better lit. Harrison, although lit, was somewhat dark and had some blind spots. From a mom’s perspective, Cleveland was the better option.

I personally preferred Harrison Avenue for one simple reason. Maria lived on Harrison and I liked the idea of riding by her house every day. The extent of our relationship, even at its highest, most intense point, was nothing more than a wave and an awkward, “Hey”. We both participated equally in the awkwardness. We were too stupid to actually chat and create anything meaningful.

One morning I rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of my Korean War fatigues (see footnote below), tied my bandana on my head, grabbed my day pack and hit the street. Unknown to me, the day was not going to follow my normal routine and the memory of it is fully burned into my memory. It was a cool and crisp morning and the sun was just starting to break the horizon. The air burned my throat and lungs as pulled in oxygen at the start of my ride. I rode up the hill on 38th Street, paused in the left hand lane and waited for the red light to turn green. When the light changed, I turned left onto Harrison and started to coast down the hill. However, suddenly, I noticed a movement on the other side of the road. To my left, about 50 yards down the hill, a Doberman Pinscher made a break for the road. I could immediately see that the dog had a bead on me and was timing up my passing.

Thinking (as most fools would) that I could out race the dog I smashed the gears into 10th gear and hit the pedals hard. As I approached his yard the dog breached the street and banked smoothly to come up along me. I was peddling furiously and the sweat was pouring off my brow. My arms ached. My legs ached. My head was down just inches above the handlebars. I wasn’t even looking forward in an attempt to be as aerodynamic as possible. After about 100 yards I stole a peak behind me, looking just under my left arm. I wasn’t expecting what I saw. The dog was still with me and was only inches behind me. His teeth were essentially even with the center of my rear tire. I turned and threw my body into going faster and faster and faster and faster and…then I felt it. The dog bit me right on the ass.

I pulled up screaming. The dog, feeling victorious and with a piece of army issued fabric in its mouth, relaxed his pace and turned back towards his yard. I rode the rest of the way to school in pain. I had a bloody hole in my pants, a bite mark on my butt and a destroyed ego. I sat at school uncomfortably all day.

The next day I did ride my bike to school. But, I took Cleveland Avenue and avoided Harrison Avenue. My mother, dammit, was right. And, in a not so loving, motherly way, she pointed out the errors of my ways more than once.

A few days later I knew I had to go back to riding down Harrison. Maria was still there and I still had a need to wave to her, say “Hey”, awkwardly, and wait for her awkward wave and, “Hey” in reply. Nervously, I turned down Harrison expecting the worse. Sure enough, there was the Doberman sniffing around in his front yard. I considered turning back but instead I tore into the pedals with wild abandon. I shot past the dog like a lightning bolt. I looked back after a second or two so that I could assess the situation. The dog stood in the yard, pissing against a mailbox. He hadn’t budged.

I rode down that street repeatedly for the next several years and never again did he break out of the yard and come after me. I guess he knew I was his bitch and that’s all he needed to know.

Additional notes.....

I purchased the day pack at the Army Surplus shop at the corner of Rt. 62 and Harrisburg Road. It was $2. I also purchased several pairs of Korean War era fatigues at the Army Surplus. They were shitty, holey, stained but only $3 each. When I first met Cookie I was wearing a pair of them. It shocks me that should would have had anything to do with me. They were hideous.

Based on the street names you can probably tell that this story takes place in Northeastern Ohio.

The dog's name was Rocket.

#biking #doberman #doberman pinscher #bicycle #Fuji bike #racing bike #growingupohio #ohio #neo #northcoast #bikingohio #330 #theland

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joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh · 6 years ago

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Anyway, Magical Girl Site episode 8 was a beach episode, as expected, and I honestly can’t believe I was subjected to one. In like the first 7 minutes, most of what we get is just the girls doing generic beach episode shenanigans, somewhat fanservice-y shots included. Also, Yatsumura’s hair is very different and I’m not that fond of it. I don’t even know if she has enough hair for the ponytail she gets to be the length that it is, but whatever.

But there was actually more than just that. We get a fun scene that builds MC and Yatsumura’s relationship a little more, which I appreciated because as I’ve previously mentioned, it’s the best non-ironic thing in the show. It’s here that what emo bitch said to MC on the phone last episode is revealed too. Yatsumura’ll probably die soon. It’ll suck to see the best character gone, but it’s about time someone important actually died.

Speaking of death, furry idol’s stalker finally did something! He followed MC’s brother to the beach so he could kill him, but brother stole furry idol’s magic panties and starts to humiliate stalker. Brother even pulls his trousers down and shows us his throbbing bulge only barely covered by the panties. He then makes stalker kill himself. I don’t actually mind stalker existing for this purpose. It’s a simple way to convey brother’s newfound role in the narrative and plays into his hatred of humanity at large. Shame that the brother himself is still a shitty character with confusing motives.

Turns out MC saw the whole thing though, including her brother’s throbbing bulge. And for some completely absurd and asinine reason, she doesn’t tell anyone about it. She tries to justify it with not wanting her brother to be killed which would be the end result of everyone knowing, but we have every reason to believe they’d solve the problem without killing him! In fact, the trap reads her mind and learns about it anyway, and wants to solve the situation peacefully as well! My only guess is that MC has the most faith in Yatsumura but doesn’t want her to do anything since Yatsumura’s so close to death anyway, but MC having no faith in anyone else is a stretch.

Also, I’ve not mentioned it before, but there have been a few occasions so far where a police officer or detective or whatever has shown up at scenes of crimes. He actually has a name and a character design (his hair is light blue for fuck’s sake) which implies he’ll be important, but he’s still done nothing up to this point. He does notice MC’s brother’s name written down on a photo the stalker has, so that might lead to something. But this show also only has 4 episodes left and I have to wonder if it’ll cram everything into there.

Lastly, we see a meeting with a bunch of the site admins, where almost nothing happens. They just want more negative energy for the King, and we get a shot of some girl in some tank that I forgot to mention before. The girl might actually be the King. The directing implies so.

Over all, this is one of the worse episodes. Very little happened actually happened in all the time that’s passed, and while this show’s tone has always been horrendously inconsistent, why do we have a fucking beach episode? I get that like only the first 10 minutes are actually devoted to beach-based shenanigans, but this is still a show with an attempted rape in the first episode! And yet here we are playing in the water and smashing watermelons blindfolded and parasailing! I fucking love this anime.

#magical girl site #26.5.18

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scrumptiouslyburningphantom-blog · 7 years ago

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June 25, 2107

When the chips are down you really do find out who your real friends are. I recently went to a Blues music festival with a wishy washy friend to begin with. People have warned me that she just used people and when she got all she could from them she’d unfriend them. I had seen her do this to several people one of which was her neighbor that she hated. Her hate is starting to show on her face now. She has turned evil and mean filled with greed. She pretends to be someone that she is not nor will ever in this lifetime that’s for sure.

I lost my phone and keys at the festival. I had been drinking and ate a mushroom that this suppose friend brought me. Well when I realized that I had lost my phone and keys I couldn’t stop crying. I remember one of the ladies just holding me in her arms as I balled my eyes out. My supposive so called friend starts yelling and screaming at me. Instead of trying to calm me down by love and support she does the exact opposite. It was a utter nightmare! She finally agrees to give me a ride back to Egypt to my dads house since he had a spare set of keys. Here I am trapped in her van and having to listen to her shit. I mean it’s bad enough losing your phone. You would think that if she had any heart at all she would try to comfort me instead she does the exact opposite.

Well the next day I had my father take me back to the festival to retrieve my car. I asked if anyone had seen my phone and they said no. I at this point was so drained I just wanted to get home and didn’t even look for my phone. Well when we get home my daughter got on the find my iPhone app. We put the phone in lost mode with her number. I at this point didn’t have much hope of ever seeing my phone again but my daughter was determined we’d get it back. She told me that she prayed to God that someone would find it that was honest and miracausouly her prayers were soon answered. We get a call from my phone from the boy scout troop leader whom I remember because they were handing out watermelon and I gave them $2 donation. They even found my keys too! I was so happy because I really couldn’t afford another phone right now and had just paid this phone off after 2 years. I sell on eBay and my phone is a crucial part now. My entire life was on that phone, all my pics, all my emails, all my numbers. Losing your phone is traumatic enough much less having to deal with a utter BITCH at the same time. Well I get my phone back and then when I get in my car I see that Ho had texted me. It wasn’t nice it was mean and typical Heidi behavior but it was upsetting none the less. It really just felt like someone had just stabbed me in the back. She said, “C lost her shit last night. Not fun. No more outtings with her in public. You needed to know I can’t babysit anymore.

So, I wrote her back and said, “Sorry if losing my phone and keys inconvenienced you but thankfully honest good people still exist. Got them both back.”

I thought maybe she would at least say good I’m glad you got your stuff back but oh no she says, “Fuck off C”. Then she starts saying that I owe her money for the chocolate and that she should charge me for the ride back to Egypt. Then apparently she stole my necklace because she takes a picture of it and says that she’s going to sell it on eBay and if I want it back I can buy it on there. She starts cursing more calling me a cunt acting like the mean washed out whore that she has become bitter and cold hearted.

I wanted to call her just that and tell her she should take a look in the mirror but I kept my cool and kept it simple. I said, “Fair the well my fair weather friend” and ended the text when I said that’s like the pot calling the kettle black.

Sometimes in life we don’t know why things happen but this incident has taught me several things. Firstly, Ho is not a friend. A real friend would have lent a shoulder for me to cry on. A real friend would not feed me poisousnous mushrooms, a real friend would not have even thought about charging for a ride home, a real friend would have been happy to learn that I got my stuff back, a real friend would not steal my necklace to sell on eBay and a real friend would not hate Bob Dylan. That should have been my first red flag to this matter. Secondly, I am so thankful that I lost my keys and phone because if I were to have driven back home that night I might not be here now. I am so blessed and so loved by my children and father. They were there for me when the chips were down. They had my back and with their love and support I got through this situation.

As for Ho she has to live with herself that to me is Karma enough. Good riddence Ho!

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