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quiddy-writes · 7 years ago

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Surprise?

I had no real idea what I was gonna do with this, but I had to snatch up Tangled, which is my all-time favorite movie ever. Then, one night, it was 2am, I couldn’t go on FFXIV and bug my friends, I’d already found my Magic cards in amongst all the boxes I’ve yet to unpack, and so I was staring at my screen as I died from boredom and then, hey, simple idea hit.

I need to get my writing done between 12 and 3 all the time now. I forget that it’s when I’m most productive. :D

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean x Reader Challenge: @i-dont-know-how-to-write Cutie Challenge x Words: 1330ish Summary:The reader is woken up in the middle of the night to an intruder and, damn it, she's gonna defend herself. Warnings: Some swearing and sass, (because I can’t control myself), minor violence Prompt: Tangled

Y/N sighed happily, curling up under the thick, fluffy blankets on her bed. The day had been a total wash, with her car breaking down just as the storm had rolled in and having to even be near her pompous, asshole co-worker.

Coming home to cuddle with her covers and watch some Netflix with the thunderstorm and TV screen providing the only illumination in the room was just what she needed.

Halfway through her third episode of A Series of Unfortunate Events, she finally turned off everything and fell back onto her nest of pillows to drift off to sleep.

Which would’ve happened, had she not, a few minutes into her rest, heard glass breaking downstairs. She was immediately awake, sitting up in bed and holding the covers to her chest, as though that would protect her.

She reached over for her phone, only to find it dead. Right, she had left her phone charger downstairs and been too lazy to grab it once she had realized her mistake.

Son of a bitch.

She was torn between two possibly equally stupid ideas. She could hide upstairs under her covers like a child hiding from the boogeyman, or she could try to go downstairs and get outside to a neighbor’s.

She whined pathetically, shaking with fear as she finally made her decision. She silently swung her bare feet onto the floor, cringing with every creak under her steps as she slipped out of her bedroom and into the hallway. She tip-toed to the stairs, finally seeing a faint light and hearing some quiet clinking of dishes coming from the kitchen.

She frowned, crouched on the stairs, trying to make herself as small as possible. Was it an animal? Could animals open fridges? Shit, her electric bill was high enough, close the damn door!

Y/N heard heavy footfalls leave the kitchen, heading towards the dining room. Which, thankfully, was behind the staircase. Now she had a clean shot to the front door through the kitchen, and she was going to take it.

She creeped down the last steps, cringing at every step, no matter how silent they were. She slowly and methodically slinked her way towards the exit. When her base feet met the linoleum, she looked around for the intruder, trying to still be stealthy. She couldn’t see anything, and she prayed the same was for whatever was in her dining room.

Curiosity gripped her. She needed to know what was in her house. She rationalized it, saying to herself that she needed a vague bottom to tell the police. She’d hate to bother them if it did turn it to be innocuous. Somehow.

Only wanting to do one stupid thing that night, she reached above her, carefully freeing the largest frying pan she had. She gripped the handle with both hands and moved towards the dining room.

In the pitch black, she could only see a vague shape at her table. She thought it might be a bear, but then it pulled out a cell phone, dialing with one hand awkwardly.

With a soft front, he put it up to his ear. “Sammy?”

Without thinking, she took her pan and smacked him as hard as she could across the back of his skull.

He fell to the side, knocking over the chair that he had been occupying.

A voice was heard from the phone, calling out a name: Dean.

She picked it up, ending the call. His buddy wasn’t helping to rob her, that was for sure.

She looked down at her victim, flicking on the light as she did so.

Oh no.

He was gorgeous.

His plush lips were slack, revealing straight, white, perfect teeth. His sandy brown hair, cropped close to his head, looked soft to the touch. A straight nose rested on perfect checkles, sprinkled with freckles, and she found herself wondering what color his eyes were.

His broad frame was crumbling on the floor, and that’s when she noticed the blood amidst her ogling.

His right hand was covered in it, and a gash was oozing from his left side. He was hurt.

She cursed that that pulled immediately at her heartstrings. She leaned forward, tugging up on his shirt to take a quick look at the wound, see if they also need paramedics.

His hand shot out and latched around her wrist. She yelped in surprise and immediately began trying to free herself.

“Please,” he groaned, making her eyes shoot up to meet his own.

Oh son of a—was he a fucking Greek god or something?! Why did every single bit of him have to beautiful?!

“No hospital.”

She frowned. “You’re hurt. And, I mean, probably have a concussion now.

“No hospital. ’m fine.”

“Fine? You broke into my house bleeding and I hit you with a frying pan? At the very least, you’re having a bad day.”

He smirked and, had she not already been kneeling, her knees would’ve gone weak. “A frying pan? What are we, in a cartoon?”

“Shut up!” She flushed. “It was all I could think of!”

“No shame, you clocked me real good,” he groaned, moving to a sitting position. “I promise I’m not here to hurt you. I just needed some ice and then I’ll go.”

Y/N squirmed. “But…”

“You want the guy who broke into your house to stay?” He chuckled.

“No, of course not!” She flushed. “You’re just…if I’d known you were hurt, I wouldnt’ve hit you.”

“No, you should’ve,” he waved her off. “Strange man in your house when you live alone.”

“How do you know I live alone?”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “If you have a boyfriend or a husband or whatever, and they left you to fight me alone, I’m kicking their ass.”

Shu chuckled in spite of herself. “Well, good to know my robber will protect my honor.”

“My name is Dean, sweetheart.”

“Great, now I know what to tell the cops.”

He laughed at that, though it obviously hurt him.

With a heavy sigh, she finally relented. “Will you let me get something for that?”

“You have whiskey?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

“I meant medical supplies.”

“Whiskey is a medical supply.”

Another laugh escaped her, and she pulled lightly at his hand. “Fine, I’ll go look for that too. Just let me go.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” his thick fingers straightened, and she was free.

She pushed herself off the ground and was back a few moments later with a handful of medical supplies and a bottle of vodka. “This is all I had.”

“That’ll do,” he shrugged, which he immediately regretted. He leaned back onto his elbows as she lifted his shirt to reveal the gash. “Alright, pour the vodka.”

“What? I have iodine, dude, chill,” she said as she dabbed the chemical onto some cotton balls.

“Ooh, fancy,” he teased.

She rolled her eyes and began dabbing at his wound. He took in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, but otherwise said nothing.

Upon close inspection, the gash along his side wasn’t just one cut, but four long lacerations. To her untrained eye, it didn’t look like any weapon she’d ever seen. “Were you attacked by an animal?”

“Sorta.”

That confused her. “What’s that mean?”

“It’s a long story.”

“You broke into my house and now I’m cleaning your wounds. I think I earned a story.”

He chuckled, watching her as she worked. “I think I owe you more than a story.”

Her eyes briefly met his, and her face flushed from his heated gaze. “Are you flirting with me? Really?”

“Well, I was referring to your frying pan,” he teased. “But, hey, a badass woman who can defend herself and is beautiful? Worth a shot.”

She toyed with her bottom lip as she focused back on his wound. “You should focus on getting better and out of my house.”

He shrugged. “Well, the offer stands.”

She pulled away, placing the cotton balls on the ground next to them before taking the biggest bandages she could and trying to cover as much of the wounds as she could.

“Do I need stitches?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know,” she grumbled.

He laughed, throwing his head back as he did. His hand came down to grip the wounds again, obviously hurting himself.

She took his right hand, lifting it off his side and taking it in her own. “Shit, your hand’s covered.”

“The shirt’s already ruined, sweetheart,” he mumbled, somewhat reluctantly pulling his hand away and pressing it back against the gash.

Her soft laughter was cut off by the sound of her front door slamming open, revealing the tallest male-model she’d ever seen, holding a giant, gleaming gun and a flashlight that tried its best to blind her.

“Damn it, Sammy!” Dean groaned, covering his eyes.

The new intruder—Sammy, apparently—looked more than a little dumbfounded. “You…you’re okay?”

“‘m fine. Had a great nurse,” Dean winked at her.

Sammy sighed heavily, pushing his gun into the back of his pants. “Of course you’d find a way to flirt with this girl. Look, ma’am, I’m really sorry about my brother.”

Holy shit, what genes did their parents pass down?!

“It’s no problem, I guess,” she shrugged.

“Alright, we’ll get outta your hair. C’mon, Dean,” Sammy wrapped Dean’s free arm around his shoulders and helped the hurt man to his feet slowly.

Dean grunted and groaned and, without a second thought, Y/N slid under his other arm, her hands finding his waist amongst all the flannel to help him along.

“Can’t stay away, huh?” Dean smirked, though he looked a little more woozy and less clear.

“Ma’am, you don’t have to—”

“Don’t worry about it. Where’re going?”

Sam led them all the a beautiful, sleek black classic car that was parked right in front of her home. They pushed him into the passenger seat as gently as they could. Dean waved Sam off, leaving the former and Y/N alone as he walked around to hop in the front seat.

Dean looked up at her, looking more like a lost puppy and not the bear that she’d feared when she awoke a short while ago. He smiled, and she felt all warm inside, the terror completely gone. “You sure I can’t make it up to you?”

She tried to hold back her own smile in return, and failed. “Well, if you wanna take me to dinner tomorrow night, I won’t object.”

His smile got wider, and he looked like a child just given a puppy. “Sounds good. I’ll pick you up around six?”

“Sounds good. And, seriously, thank you.”

She shrugged. “It was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Wait until after dinner tomorrow before you say that,” he joked, which pulled a light laugh from her. “Hey, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.”

“Y/N.”

He repeated it, nodding his approval. “I like it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Might have to ask Sammy for the address.”

Dean opened his mouth to object, but then then stopped and, after a beat, shrugged.

“Sleep tight, okay?” she said as she began to close the door.

“Night!” Dean called, just as Sam leaned over and said the same, even thanking her again for her help.

She stood there in her pajamas on the sidewalk, watching until the car was out of sight. She then turned around to her home and began cleaning up a little bit some of the blood Dean had left behind, as well as the medical stuff she’d left on the floor.

She even picked up her frying pan, though she had to stop cleaning for a bit as she laughed. It was completely ruined, a giant dent right smack dab in the center of the pan. She was going to have to take Dean up on his offer for a new frying pan the next day but, no matter what, she was never getting rid of this one.

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trollhunter94 · 7 years ago

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Coffee, Coffee, Coffee!

Pairing: Human!Castiel x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of spiders, slight ‘Mother Shaming’, lonely Castiel and movie references.

Words: 1887

A/N: This is for @i-dont-know-how-to-write’s Cutie Challenge, which uses the meet-cute of Loreleia and Luke from Gilmore Girls.

Summary: Castiel is trying to adapt to Human life. After finding a job at a Gas n’ Sip and changing his name to Steve, he thought that he was settling into society. That was until a late-night customer rocked his world.

9:45pm. Monday night. Castiel had just finished cleaning the toilet and was just about to cash up, when the doors opened and the sensors beeped. He looked up to see a person rushing frantically towards him. This overenthusiastic individual reached the counter and slammed their palms on the surface. “Coffee, coffee, coffee” you chanted, like an addict, needing your next fix of caffeine.

“Coffee?” Castiel repeated, trying to process your request amidst the distraction of your crazy entrance. “Yes. Please. I need coffee” you said, leaning on the counter to portray a lack of energy, showing him your puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry” he replied with a tentative expression. “I’ve just switched off the machine. Can I offer you something else? Juice or water maybe?”

“Water!” You shot him a stern look of contempt as if he should somehow know that word wasn’t in your vocabulary. “No, you don’t understand. I need coffee. Please?” Your desperation and pleading did nothing to change his position on this subject as he moved to the till, finishing his tasks. “I apologise, but I do not have permission to turn the machine back on”.

You absolutely refused to leave this establishment without a hot cup of liquid life force within your grasp, so you decided to convince this guy through tactical persuasion.

Looking around the store for ideas, you eyed the newspaper stand and a lightbulb went off in your head. Moving to pick up the closest paper, you flicked through the pages to the horoscope section and spread the paper across the counter-top. You asked him with anticipation, “what’s your star sign?“

“I, uh. I don’t know” he replied in confusion. Castiel didn’t know what horoscopes were or even when his birthday was. You picked up his pen before pressing him for an answer. “How can you not know? What Month were you born?” His blank reaction led to a long moment of shared eye contact. Nevertheless, you were determined to win this guy over.

“You look like an Aries” you said confidently as you bent down and began to write on the paper. Castiel watched you with curiosity as he held a stack of dollars in his hands.

You finished writing and ripped a section of paper out, handing it to him over the counter with a wide grin. He took the piece of paper and looked at it for a second before reading it aloud.

“Today you will meet an annoying woman. Give her coffee and she will go away”. He looked up at you with an amused smile before thinking about his options. He put the money into the cash box and closed the till.

You tried an incentive to sweeten the deal. “Hey. You know, if you keep that on you, it will bring you luck. Consider it your lucky charm”. He folded up the paper and shoved into the back pocket of his jeans. “I’m really not permitted to switch the equipment back on. I could be disciplined for that act of defiance”.

“Listen…” you squinted at his name badge. “Steve. Coffee is the only substance that sustains me, without it I’m just a shell. I can’t make any rational decisions. I can’t even function correctly. It’s the Simon to my Garfunkel. The Butch to my Cassidy. Please, put me out of my misery”.

“Okay” he sighed, stepping away from the counter. “But just this once”. He was willing to break the rules, just to stop your incessant chatting. Your mind started buzzing with joy. You knew that you could talk your way out of, or into any situation. “Ah, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Castiel walked towards the machine with an air of deviance and guilt. You followed behind him, silently celebrating with raised fists at your achievement, only to stop abruptly when he glanced back at you. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing” you replied, lowering your arms with an innocent smile. He squinted suspiciously at you before turning back around and carrying on to the machine.

You quickly felt the urge to pee but realised that the drive back home was too long to wait. “Hey, do you have a toilet here?”

“Yes” he replied. “It’s through the back”. You turned and started to walk before he quickly questioned you. “How do you prefer your coffee?”

“Dark and bitter, just like my mother” you answered, rushing to the back of the store. You could hear Castiel’s chuckle in the distance, which made you smile. Finally. Someone who gets your humour.

A few minutes passed and he had made your drink. As he leant against the counter, a strange but familiar sound could be heard. Castiel moved past the counter and headed towards the window with your drink still in hand.

He watched as the local eccentric, Kirk, chased his micro-pig around the front of the store. “Petal! Come back, please? I didn’t mean it. The cat came up to me. Petal, don’t leave me!” The pig weaved skilfully between the gas pumps, leading the skinny man in relentless circles.

You emerged from the back, feeling a gallon lighter and relieved. “No joke, there’s a monstrous spider in there. It took a sparring match with a shoe, but me and crazy eyes are cool now. Hey, what’s going on out there?” You stopped at his side and joined him in observing the pig chase.

“A friend of yours?” Castiel turned his head to look at you with a hint of reluctance. “Not by choice” he confessed. “He comes in, twice a day, every day. Just like clockwork. He buys the strangest combination of food, haggles about the price, and then proceeds to tell me his life story”.

“Aww, that’s sweet”. Castiel looked sharply at you now. “No! It is not sweet”. He pointed at the man, “did you know he’s a millionaire? Yeah, worked hundreds of jobs over a period of twenty years. He still lives with his mother, you know”.

You couldn’t help but smile at his frustration. He tilted his head, attempting to understand your amusement. “What? Why are you smiling?” You raised your hands defensively. “Nothing, it’s just that you seem to know a lot about him. Are you sure he’s not your friend?” He just shook his head at you before continuing to watch the chase.

“What about you Steve? Who do you go home to at the end of the day?” His head lowered as his past caught up to him. The thought of his existence in Heaven as part of the Garrison, his adventures with the Winchesters and his fall. Now his existence was menial. No higher purpose to his actions, just living a simple Human life.

You noticed how your question affected him, the sadness or memories associated with his past. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry”.

“No. It’s okay” he lifted his head to give you a weak smile. “There’s no one else. Just me now.” You gave a look of sympathy, placing a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “Hey, life is like a box of chocolates. Play your cards right, and that may change soon”.

His brows lowered with uncertainty, “I don’t understand”. You quickly pulled your hand back. “Forrest Gump?... No? I’m sorry, I must have misread the situation”. His eyes flicked from left to right as he pondered the meaning of your words. “What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s what strangers do. We flirt with people we like. You know what, forget about it” you said, waving a hand in dismissal.

“No, wait. I can be flirtatious” he argued, straightening his posture. “Oh yeah?” You placed your hands on your hips. “Go on then. Show me what you’ve got”. Castiel stared at you for a moment before pulling the wooden stick out of the cup and running it across his tongue.

The sight of this made your eyes widen with intrigue. “Oh my” you mumbled, not even realising that you were drooling. “I didn’t know it was possible, but you’ve just made that coffee so much more desirable”.

He handed you the coffee, fingers gently touching yours with the exchange. You were surprised at how soft his skin was. “Thank you Steve. You are the most important man in my life right now. The bringer of caffeine and humour”.

This made Castiel smile, cheeks now blushing pink. He fiddled with the wooden stirrer and gazed at you with wide, blue eyes. You couldn't help but become transfixed by the beauty and intensity that shone from his eyes.

Kirk soon ran past the window, interrupting the moment. He stopped to wave at Castiel before running after Petal again. Looking at your watch, you noticed that it was nearly 10pm and began to search for your purse in your bag. “How much do I owe you?”

A feeling of dread washed over Cas as he realised that this perfect interaction was about to end. “Two dollars“ he said, sighing in disappointment. "For both?” you asked with raised brows. Castiel’s face contorted in confusion. “Both?”

“Well, I kinda defiled that newspaper” you informed, pointing to the counter. He looked over before dismissing the proposal. “Oh, no. That is not necessary”. You pulled out the money and handed it to him. “Thank you Steve, that’s very kind of you”. He took the money with a nod of his head.

“I’d better go, Paul Anker will be wanting his steak soon”. Intrigued by this person in your life and their strange name, Castiel asked “is this Paul your betrothed?” You chuckled at his question, glad to know that he was interested in your availability.

“No. He’s my dog. My room-mate, alarm clock and burglar alarm”. His relief was evident as his shoulders dropped and a smile beamed from his face. “That’s uh, that’s great” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Can I... Will I see you again?“

“Not if this is the last time you’ll secretly make me coffee” you teased him with a straight face. He squinted his eyes, unsure of what that meant. You began to move away but he quickly intercepted you, standing in your way. “Please. I, uh. Could you at least tell me your name?”

“So, you do like me? I knew it!” you stated with a pointed finger. “As soon as you laughed at my joke about my mother, I knew we were similar”. You raised your arm for a handshake. “The name’s Y/N”.

He completed the handshake. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Y/N. I would very much like to see you again. Would that be possible?” Thankful that he took the initiative, you nodded your head viscerally.

“Well, I drive past here on the way to work most days. So I suppose I could come by for my morning coffee”. The delight on his face was evident as he nodded, encouraging the idea.

“Okay” you nodded back, looking forward to seeing this man again. “Goodbye Steve. It was lovely to meet you”.

He turned to watched you walk away, feeling a sense of renewed passion for living alongside Humans and their quirky traits. Pulling the horoscope from his pocket, he unfolded it and read it again. A big smile played on his lips as he looked out the window and watched you drive away.

Thanks for reading.

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i-dont-know-how-to-write · 8 years ago

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The Cutie Challenge

Hey, you guys, it’s been a while. Now I know may don’t care or didn’t realize that I took a break, but for those of you who were wondering, I just need a little time to myself. I know that sounds ridiculous because I had just began writing and posting it on Tumblr, but after a while it got hard and I started stressing about what was god and what was not. But ALAS I am back! And what better way to come back that with a CHALLENGE? I love challenges. I love joining in them, hosting them, you name it. I get so many ideas for them it’s hard to keep up. Now this particular idea stuck with me for some time so I just thought I’d see how it goes.

This little comeback writing challenge will also be a celebration because, you guys, I don’t know how it happened but it did, but while I was away I hit 500 FOLLOWERS!! How crazy is that?! I am so so so so grateful to all 500 beautiful unique flowers that have decided to join my garden. It’s so surreal to me. A few months ago I remember getting excited that there were 50 of you and now there are 500+. I can’t wrap my head around it. SO!! In honor of me hitting this huge milestone I want to do another writing challenge!!

This is the “Meet-Cute Challenge” or as I call it the “Cutie Challenge”. For those of you who don’t know a meet-cute is a fictional scene, typically in film or television, in which a future romantic couple meets for the first time in a way that is considered adorable, entertaining, or amusing. ... This type of scene is a staple of romantic comedies, commonly involving contrived, unusual, or comic circumstances. So basically the challenge is to write a fic based on a famous or well-known meet cute from a film or television show.

GUIDELINES:

Sign ups start RIGHT NOW and will stay open. As long as there are prompts still available you can sign up.

The due date for this challenge is AUGUST 18TH (midnight CDT). I wanted everyone to have enough time to do this challenge so I figured two months would be good.

On the off chance that you can't post on time or you need an extension just shoot me a message and we'll see if we can work it out.

There is will be a list of meet cutes from films and TV shows after the rules that y’all can choose from.

Send me an ASK, not a message, IM, none of that, an ASK telling me which movie/show you’ve chosen and the pairing you decided to go with.

Have a backup option just in case the movie/show you have chosen has already been taken. I don’t mind people doing the same ones but I know a lot of people don’t like that, so just be ready to change it if you want.

If there is a movie or show not on my list that you would like to do just let me know so there is no confusion.

If for some reason you can’t find any writing inspiration from the list I have or from anything else you are welcome to come up with you own. Just make sure it is in a cheesy meet cute fashion.

Make sure you include the meet cute you chose and the challenge it is for in the A/N or wherever you deem best. EX: This fic is for @i-dont-know-how-to-write’s cutie challenge and I chose _________.

Your fic does not have to be exactly the same as the original meet cute you picked, but I should still be able to see the resemblance if you get what I'm saying.

THIS IS NOT just watching the movie or throwing it in the dialogue.

You can choose any ship/pairing that you desire. They can be anyone from the fictional universe to actual people in real life. Whatever you want.

As long as you get the meet cute out the way you can have all the smut, fluff, or angst as you want.

Make the fic as short or as long as you want, but if it's super long please add a “keep reading” break. I will not reblog if it doesn't have one. If you end up writing a series just tag me in the first part.

If I don't like and reblog you fic within 24 hours I have not seen it. If that happens just shoot me a message with your fic.

Make sure you tag me when you post it and also include the tag: “#Jayscutiechallenge” or “#cutiechallenge”

ANYONE CAN SIGN UP FOR THIS CHALLENGE!! I WANT AS MANY VETERANS AND NEWCOMERS AS I CAN GET!! Just have fun with it y’all.

THE LIST: (This is what I came up with so far because lists are hard)

Singin’ in the Rain

Annie Hall

Notting Hill

Serendipity

Love Actually

(500) Days of Summer

Aladdin

Bridesmaids

Maid in Manhattan

Reality Bites

The Wedding Planner

Sleepless in Seattle

My Big Fat Greek Wedding

Frozen

While You Were Sleeping

13 Going on 30

10 Things I Hate About You

Tangled

Coming to America

Love & Basketball

Bridget Jones’s Diary

La La Land

Crazy, Stupid, Love

The Wedding Singer

Enough Said

Bringing Up Baby

Tootsie

When Harry Met Sally

Out of Sight

The Holiday

Just Wright

Stranger Than Fiction

Shrek (lol)

What Happens in Vegas

Two Weeks Notice

Princess Diaries 2

Ella Enchanted

Hitch

One Day

Princess and the Frog

Let’s be Cops

Friends

Gossip Girl

Gilmore Girls

Once Upon a Time

New Girl

Like I said before if you want to do something else you can. I know I don’t have everything on this list. Just let me know what you want to do when you send in your asks.

To anyone that I tag, if you are joining or not, I would greatly appreciate it if you could signal boost this for me.

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