#i physically have to restrain myself from yapping

[sejarcus-archive]

Modern Sejarcus au based on the lyrics of Good Luck, Babe!, in which they’re childhood friends who grew up in a homophobic small town, and though it came with a lot of pain, Sejanus was able to accept that he’s gay, but Marcus can’t bring himself to do the same and keeps living in denial, so when they eventually develop feelings for each other, all of this leads to a pretty toxic homoerotic situationship

[xxgoldie]

so I'm very much a "I don't expect my friends to get me Christmas presents, we're all broke uni students it's totally understandable" person, however gift giving is also one of my top love languages n I don't want to be left out of having gifts. so now I'm making myself a gift basket to match the ones I'm making my homies.

[n0vazsq]

The art of forgivness | PA17 x Reader

pairing . . . paul aron x f!reader

summary . . . When Paul and (Y/n) have a fight, he doesn't know if she'll ever forgive him. However, he decides to take his chance and ends up with a happy girlfriend.

request . . . no!

word count . . . 1.1k

warnings . . . cursing

alexavia yaps . . . little random story idk i kinda stole it from myself <33 tell me who yall want in the next one <3

It was almost noon now, Paul knew damn well that he should be practicing on the sim, but he wasn't. 

He re-read the messages between him and (Y/n), for what seemed like the millionth time. Was he really that much of an asshole? He couldn't believe how she didn't physically attack him, he'd want to do it to himself.

Cocky, annoying and asshole-ish. That was he was to (Y/n), and he didn't understand why she still dealt with him. Perhaps homicide of oneself would be useful now.

His fingers lingered over the keyboard, aching to send her a message. It was so painful to restrain himself, he basically longed to see the blue message appear on his phone.

Sighing, he closed his phone and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was messy, he looked rougher than usual. He guessed that this would happen when the thing you love most is taken away from you.

He brushed his hair slightly with his hands, and put on the rings (Y/n) gave him, the ones he always wears. Grabbing the bouqet he had bought off his bedside table, he closed his hotel room and went out into the dangerous, dangerous hallway. 

Paul knew he had fucked everything up when (Y/n) didn't respond to his text. Usually, she'd reply within seconds, always surprising him with her fast replying speed.

If only she was as fast to forgive him.

Something like this happening was inevitable, whether they liked it or not. They were both foolish to think that they'd have a relationship with no fighting whatsoever. Stupid of them.

The thing was, it wasn't only this recent fight that made them like this. No, it was multiple mini fights that just made their frustration build up to the point where they both snapped. 

Paul was wrong, he knew that. But he couldn't bring himself to admit it, always so stubborn, both of them. He knew that if he did, he was going to be teased, even though it was the right thing to do.

And after a very heated argument with himself, he'd decided to go apologise to (Y/n). He had promised himself to not get cold feet when he arrived at her hotel room. But as he stood there, a large bouquet in his hands, he felt the urge to run off and never return. 

He was already regretting his choice of flowers: white lilies, blue hydrangeas, and a few blue hyacinths thrown in just for the aesthetic. Why'd he chose blue specifically? He'd never know. 

The shame and guilt felt heavy on his shoulders, weighing him down as he took a deep breath, finally bringing himself to knock on her door. Two heavy knocks and one light knock, that was their code. Paul slightly regretted doing the secret knock, what if she didn't open the door because she knew it was him?

Stop that, take deep breaths and calm down. He'd told himself, the dread slowly enveloping him the longer (Y/n) took to open the door. It was very dreadful.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she opened the door. Paul had to force himself to not start sobbing from relief. (Y/n) had opened the door! This was one small step for her, but a giant leap for him. 

He was brought back to reality by his girlfriend clearing her throat, glaring at him, as if urging him to speak. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, her face a bit paler than usual. Had she been sick? He knew that she got sick easily, and more often than not, he'd find her sniffling and shoving pills into her mouth.

"Uh-hi! How have you been? I....I brought these flowers for you. I know you don't like red roses so I choose against them but then had the weird urge to-"

"Yes, yes. Thank you. Why'd you come here?" (Y/n) cut him off, her tone frustrated, or maybe annoyed. He didn't know why he started talking so much, good job you idiot.

He should've asked Ralf or even Dino for help. This was a bad idea, he already regretted it. Now he'll never be able to get his girlfriend back and she'll never forgive him.

"Paul! What is the matter with you? Speak." He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he forgot about (Y/n) standing infront of him. Ironic.

"Ah, yeah. I just came here to apologise to you, I was an asshole and I knew I was wrong. I am so sorry, kallis," He mentally facepalmed when she raised an eyebrow at that. "I just want you to forgive me, I should have cared and noticed when people were hating on you. I love you so much and don't want to lose you. So please, just forgive me, (Y/n)."

Wow, where'd he pull that from? He should start considering a job in film writing, or even writing books. His lines would probably have people sobbing.

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him, her face pulling into an awkward, forced smile. Maybe he should stick to being a racing driver.

"I appreciate all this, Paul. I really do. But..."

But what?! 

"You really didn't need to bring flowers, you could've just came and apologised. Thank you."

Paul's anxiety vanished instantly, all hints of the shaking hands he had vanishing. His face formed a grin, his whole body relaxing.

"I-h....I love you so much and I can't deal with losing you again. " He managed to say. His voice shook, as if he was going to cry. He really couldn't lose (Y/n) again.

"I can't either, ange. And I'm sorry, for everything. I love you too." (Y/n) gave him an apologetic smile, and he could see in her eyes that she really meant it.

Paul felt immense happiness flood him, all tension from the past few days disappearing. He wouldn't have known what to do if (Y/n) hadn't forgave him

"So...are we back together?...." Paul trailed off, he really didn't know at this point. 

"We broke up?" She said, tilting her head at him. 

"Oh... Well, I thought we did. Uh, sorry, it was a stupid question. I don't know what I'm saying." He scratched the back of his head. Great, Paul, you ruined it now

"How have you been?"

"Quite depressed, actually. You really did light up my life," (Y/n)'s eyes widened, and her cheeks were tinted red. He still has the charm. "Well, I have to go now. I have to do the track walk with Amaury. See you around, I guess."

"See you."

He didn't know what to do with his arms, part of him stepped forward to hug her, and part of him raised his hands to wave. (Y/n) sighed and pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back while she laid her head on his chest. His heart was propably beating out of his chest, still not used to the feeling.

Then, he swore he heard her mutter something like 'I missed you'.

[misterbenzadrine]

♡ day 8: devon lee ♡

good morning todos, we get to yap about one of my favs again, going a little overboard this time. today's victim is little old devon lee <3

from the MOMENT devon showed up on screen, she jumped all the way up my favs list. admittedly, since the other characters have a few seasons and a screentime headstart on her, she's a little lower than she should be. BUT she's still so special to me.

let me preface by saying, do i think johnny should have another pseudo-kid when robby is standing RIGHT THERE? no, i don't. ...but i mean if the writers are gonna go that route, devon is perfection. they immediately introduced her with a tough personality but she wasn't a "jock" or a bully, she was super motivated, intelligent, and kind from the start. also the fact that johnny and bert knew from the moment they saw her that she'd be perfect is one of my fav things.

(off-topic but her introduction scene to eagle fang being her saying her name and pronouns and johnny genuinely not knowing what that is was really funny and one of my fav moments of the whole series. devon lee, you are the woke queen ever.)

her relationship with johnny i think even outside of season six is a lot about pleasing him. she wants to make him proud. again, from the moment he saw her, he was impressed, then he just kept getting progressively more impressed with her. when she joins cobra kai, she doesn't see the extent of it but johnny does try to get her out, but chozen convinces him to fight smart. so when she gets back under johnny's leadership, she's probably feeling a little more than insecure about how he sees her now. obviously johnny's stressing about A LOT in s5/6. but kids, especially when facing their own struggles, find it harder to see the bigger picture.

so based on her actions, it definitely seems like devon is worried she might've upset johnny. or even if she didn't, she worries her ranking in his mind might've gone down. this plus the impending sekai taikai try-outs, devon freaks out a little but tries to stay focused on doing what she does best. but again, as she explains to johnny in pt 2, she worried she wouldn't be able to beat kenny, demetri, and hawk all together so she cheated to get a leg up. and johnny wasn't mad at her because he knows he was pushing everyone too hard because of his own anxieties and knew she wanted to make him proud. and that's on father-daughter !!

her time with tory, admittedly far shorter since it spans over maybe half of season five and season six (where they only get like five scenes together) (i didn't actually count but it's not a lot, i know that)

but AGAIN GONNA RESTRAIN MYSELF TO CANON, their friendship is soso important to me. also them bonding over their moms, i hope they get another talk in pt 3 where devon can really talk through what it was like to lose her mom and tory can connect with someone who understands exactly what she's going through.

again, does tory need a younger sibling dynamic when her little brother is RIGHT THERE? no. but devon seems to be the perfect fill-in for the writers so she works here definitely. it definitely gives tory a chance to grow more empathy. not that she's not empathetic but devon helps her understand (at the same level as robby) that it's not tory vs the world, that she can find people who see the good in her and who will have her back no matter what. tory also helps devon mature a little. while not explicitly stated, it's kind of shown in the leader/follower exercise that neither tory nor devon evidently know how to work in a team or with other people. but they both help each other grow into trusting teamwork. again i think devon could benefit IMMENSELY from being close to tory on an emotional and physical level. the girls pushing each other to be caring and trusting while also pushing each other to fight better <33

so anyways, i think devon switching dojos in season five was the best little detail on the writers' part, because she's absolutely loyal to johnny but she genuinely wants to excel at everything she enjoys. and she found that she really liked karate; if eagle fang had to disband, obviously she's going to join another dojo. to be fair, she also barely joined the dojo for what? four months? she, again, really took to johnny and karate but she hadn't been as involved in the karate drama as long as the others. this wasn't a whole year of her life, and these aren't people she trauma bonded with (at the time). she maybe recognized a few of them from school but really didn't know them outside of karate. so it actually made a lot of sense for her character to join topanga then cobra kai !

and finally, her new dynamic with kenny which hasn't had much screentime yet (and with five episodes left i'm not all that hopeful) but i really like this dynamic actually ! so obviously kenny and her are around the same age (i don't think she has a canon age but it's obviously implied she's likely bert's age, who's about a year or two older than kenny and anthony). we didn't see MUCH but there are some solid solidarity points between them knowing both of them fell into cobra kai and had to deal with realizing the whole dojo was genuinely kind of bad and having to find their place in the miyagi do dojo.

and devon immediately stepping down to let kenny fight in the sekai taikai after admitting what she did wrong is everything to me (it's obviously the right thing to do but she genuinely could have been evil and not told anyone, but she's not like that ! and i love her for that !) her also immediately having a conversation with kenny once he gets to barcelona, apologizing, then just talking in the background about who knows what, oh yeah, my girl's a yapper, social indeed. which in a show with so many characters with absentee parents, affinities for miscommunication, and pent-up anger, she is truly refreshing to behold, if only in the background. which brings me to my fav part:

!! headcanons !!

so picking up with kenny, she definitely spearheads his integration into the miyagi do dojo and subsequent friend groups (she just takes that initiative without prompting and did so even before the sekai taikai try-out drama. but also she still feels terrible about...the shittening. so this is how she makes it up to him). he's a little awkward at first, not sure who's still mad or maybe he just genuinely doesn't know how to interact with so many people after he spent so long in a cornered animal mindset. either way, she doesn't seem to mind and he seems genuinely comfortable with her.

manifesting her actually talking everything out with tory so they both know they're not alone in how they feel.

she also unintentionally makes johnny feel better about raising his new daughter. and i mean unintentional in the most literal sense of the word. she's just kinda existing, showing him something she mastered, and johnny's like "omg maybe i can be a good dad this time" (this is basically canon actually)

she has a seemingly out-of-nowhere small bond with miguel ?? which confuses a few people because no one ever seems to see them hanging out other than maybe once or twice. but it's mainly a mutual understanding of being johnny's pseudo-kids. and they're both very social. so they act a lot closer than they actually are.

when tory graduates, devon still texts/hangs with her often. it helps both her and tory know the other is still there and still cares/thinks about them. (abandonment issues girlies !!)

by association, robby and sam also kind of form a good bond with her. she sometimes third wheels robby and tory or sam and tory

devon, sam, and tory have more girl hangouts (sometimes going out with sam, yas, moon, and demetri) and devon feels GREAT to one, have so many friends and two, have friends who are girls and understand her. (it also helps to get demetri's perspective to round off a broad range of answers to any questions she has about school or romantic prospects)

she LOVES to yap with demetri about debate, politics, and movies. although demetri's definitely more qualified in movies than debate and politics, he still likes hearing what she has to say. (it's more than a little weird for him at first to be talking to a girl a couple years younger than him but he gets used to her after a bit)

she's pretty close with kenny and anthony but also likes hanging out with nate and bert.

not a headcanon technically but could you imagine if she became friends with lia somehow? i love both of them, that'd be so cutie if they somehow met and became friends. lia has almost no personality in canon other than she's nice but ya know, i can pretend she does.

also not a headcanon but it'd be super cute for her to be close with demetri and anthony as a trio since i already kinda see them as siblings anyway. devon/demetri/anthony siblings, oh yeah, i'm kinda rocking with it.

anyways, i DEFINITELY yapped too close to the sun with this one, i just really like devon. i shudder to think what the top five will be like

ermmm in conclusion: devon lee, you deserve far more screentime than you've been allowed. and you are surprisingly one of the more mentally/emotionally stable characters, which unfortunately makes you a backboard for other characters' growth and i'm sorry for that. you deserve better 🫶

[adribelladonna]

My grandma and I both have ADHD. She likes to ramble during meal times and conversations with her are usually super fun. History is her special interest, so she's great to listen to!

Today, through some weird logic gymnastics, her yap session has ended up on Stalin, of all people.

We've discussed some historical facts about him, I've shared some myths, so did she, and then she just had to end the topic on: "Well, people make up all sort of stuff about him."

And I had to PHYSICALLY restrain myself from yelling out loud about the Stalin/Hitler shippers by stuffing my face full of food while a shitty MMD animation of the two of them has flashed before my eyes.

They do make up all sorts of stuff about them, grandma. They do😭

[regulusstarz]

HEEYY! please tell me about any of ur hyperfixations or special interests I'm so interested!! (plus points if u yap about them!!!)

haha, this is gonna be a long post. So lists of my current hyperfixations + special interest!

Special interest: XOXO droplets

Hyperfixations: autism (specifically watching 'Im Autistic, now what?'), Our life: Now and forever (Qiu lin specifically), Cooking fever, Transfem pran, Luciane (oc) & Lynn, inkdeath (the book)

I've recently just started mixing OLNF togheter with inkdeath and im planning on writing some stuff once im really in the mood. I don't know if I'll post it. Maybe ill post concepts of the AU!

BUUTT RUEGEG QIU. Qiu my dearest. Especially step 2. They're so me. Please. I need to write for them. I made a little sister just for them. They deserve to have a family member who understands them and they can rant to.

ALSO WATCHING 'Im autistic, now what?' (a.k.a meg i think thats her name?) While playing cooking fever is the ultimate YES. IT'S AMAZING. always. I go insane. I really recommend her videos. I like the way she speaks and it's very good to watch while doing something else. I personally always like to rewatch playlists and older videos of her's and she really helped me notice, accept and discover more about myself. Big thank you to her <3

Im most likely gonna make a post for Luciane because she's my darling <33 i can yap about her all DAY bro. Please ask about her. I love her.

XOXO Droplets. Maybe ill also put that into the inkworld au? Perchance. I love those silly billies. I look through old patreon posrs with content of them daily. My lovelies. Im replaying it soon, trust.

More on inkdeath though: the more i read the more i absolutely LOVE the book. I need to physically restrain myself from just going and reading it 24/7 because i literally have shrimp position when reading. My back is NOT gonna be surviving me reading for more than 30 minutes. My back is already bad (suspected mild scoliosis) and im actively most likely making it worse. Whatevs

[whalefill]

please tell us more abt your walkingdead hyperfixation i promise we'll be nice abt it!!! your art is stunning!!!

oh god ok well thank you firstly

basically here's the thing I really have a lot of problems with the walking dead, i've never read the comics or played the game so my only reference is the tv show which ran for way too long and went through too many writers (who only share ONE quality consistently and thats being fucking weird! it's so fucking racist and I wish more people talked about that!!!)

it feels like the story is just completely lost along the way which I think most people can agree on. so my hyperfixation is on twd but mainly all of the ways that I would not SQUANDER its potential if I were the one writing it

but I'm not taking 11 seasons worth of bullshit and meticulously altering each part of it to my tastes because I'm not that dedicated. I'm taking the premises of the characters that I really like, or are necessary to the plot, and making them brand new. like basically just ocs at this point.

but enough yapping im gonna tell you some actual details of the rewrite

- Rick, now named River, is an ex-firefighter rather than an ex-cop. because you cannot ever be a hero if you are a fucking cop. sorry. he and Shane (no new name yet) and their wretched codependent brother/best friend situation have enchanted me mind and soul so I have to physically restrain myself from making the rest of this post about them , but just know he beats Shane to death in the equivalent of Hershel's barn as its in flames and he walks away permanently marred with burns. he's also much much more mentally ill in my version. this guy has disorders like you wouldn't believe. disorders out the wazoo

- the character i would say I'm keeping the most true to the show is Daryl, even down to his name. all I've done is hit him with the transgenderfication beam. and also the autismfication beam. but both of these things are so plain to me in the source material that they barely feel like big changes

- Maggie is now named Madeline (Mads for short). she undergoes a genuine corruption arc here, because as each member of her family is picked off by pointless feuds she eventually has no empathy left for people that aren't already close to her heart. she deserves to be irredeemably insane. which is why she's the one to jail my version of Negan, not Rick like in the show, and she tortures him before eventually killing him. (IT'S SO DESERVED. SHE LOSES HER BABY TO HIM IN MY VERSION)

and don't get me started on Carol .. that woman needs to be a butch lesbian NOW 💔

- the apocalypse itself is also vastly different. it starts with a descent into major fascism in the west and the effects of it worldwide, and that's why the sickness is so quick to destroy civilization as a majority -- its just the last nail in the coffin. additionally, it's not really zombies anymore, they're not undead. just no longer human. because a disease that affects living things with appetites and some semblance of lingering intelligence and coordination is much, much scarier than the bumbling idiots in twd, and I have always, ALWAYS thought zombies were goofy.

maybe one day I'll have a concise document to share? I'm still working on it as a collaborative thing with my siblings who I dragged into watching the show with me, so I don't have it all figured out yet. ummmmmm. I'm gonna say that's all for now before this post really gets too long

THANKS FOR ASKING!!!!! and have a good day pls :)

[the-travelling-witch]

✨affectionate ask✨ hullo, my new friend!! I remember we met through my review post and I'm very glad we did. I know we haven't really had any conversations yet (which can always change, ofc) but I'm still grateful we've become mutuals and in my gut, i feel like you're a kindly soul and I'm always open to yap! esp if you want a buddy to yap to about the legend of zelda, the Magnus archives, and gokurakugai 💕💕💕💕💕

me when liking the post that says i should like it to receive an ask actually receives me an ask: :o

not but seriously i should’ve seen this coming hshshsh

anyhow, i totally agree!! i’ve not been doing much writing for reasons, so i’ve not dared show my face around the community(s) much the last few months, but i shall make my glorious return (and hopefully soon too) /silly

likewise, i’ve also not done much reading, digitally or physically for that matter, which i also need to catch up on (there’s a lot of books with bookmarks in lying around here, it’s not funny anymore)

but yeah, all that yapping aside, i really hope i can interact with people more again when i’ve recovered my emotional energy!! ngl i have been feeling a little lonely on here for some time now, like my blog’s in a different orbit, but i’m hoping to launch myself into other’s trajectory again!! all that to say, i’d love to talk more, about whatever really :]

and my view on you hasn’t changed either, so i’m also happy we’ve become moots!! i think you’re cool and have your fandom-heart in the right place, meaning understanding the importance of and encouraging engagement with people and creators of a fandom, which is a situation i’ve been giving much thought myself in general too (obviously i think your normal heart is in the right place too haha idek if this is a metaphor that works in english but we’ll roll with it)

also, the magnus archives… it’s less of a fixation by now and more of an obsession, really. i’ve gone against my very nature and restrained myself from looking at fanart and searching for merch bc i want to keep myself spoiler-free so i can spam my friends, who are further in than me, with my theories and be very smug when i catch on to sth

me about to go off on a tangent in the gc:

anywayyyyy, to conclude my rambling, thanks so much for the ask!! as i said, I’d love to talk more about whatever, i promise i normally know how to talk, just not right now apparently lol<3

and to everyone else here… i might reenter the kitchen soon to cook; do you like your fics sunny-side up or scrambled? too bad, i only ever make them scrambled. so i hope you look forward to the same irregular, incoherent posting schedule that i’ve been serving since the beginning :]

[pidgecv]

I FORGOT TO EXPLIAIN SOMEYIMES SHE BLEACHES HER HAIR BC SHES A FUCKIN PRETTY PRINCESS AND SHIT

honestly we r so far gone from the swap concept (design and story wise) that it’s its entirely separate story. they can’t exist in the same universe (i mean ig it could but i want to do some crazy shit i can’t do in main canon) but they’re like their own characters atp.

swapverse gets to be the tragedy that final lives would’ve been if i’d been the only person working on it (ngl, i do prefer it this way. by a long shot. collaboration isn’t a bad thing). bc yk who DOESNT get their cabin in the woods happy ending?? the swapcrew.

i’m just yapping atp

i’ve been thinking abt a concept that just does not fit neatly into any final lives universe whatsoever believe me i’ve thought about it. it’s not a new concept it’s actually very trope-y but i mean i can’t help it. i’ve been thinking about the “sometimes if you truly love someone you have to let them go” thing. i started thinking about it bc of ghosts actually but like. god i want to world build so BAD. i need to like physically restrain myself from giving castor character development bc that’s NOT WHAT HES THERE FOR. as much as i’d LOVE to make him parallel another character he literally just exists to be hated and then blown up. i don’t want to make him sympathetic at all. he’s just fucking crazy. i need more fl ocs. no i don’t. but also i do. help me. i ADORE s!cleo sm i need more fl ocs in main canon.

S!cleoooo !! (If this sketch looks familiar no it doesn’t)

[todoshotoki]

➽───────❥ INTUITION ; CHAPTER TWO

katsuki bakugo x reader

word count: 1399

taglist: @00ashpop00

it seemed like you were the last one to enter the classroom. everyone had already begin to mingle and you defaulted to sitting toward the back where you hopefully wouldn’t be met with your intuition nagging you again.

you chose the seat in the second to back row toward the window. as you made your way there, you look up and see half and half. the one guy that had blown the recommendations entrance exam out of the water.

you were about to sit down when you heard it.

“sitting here won’t make a difference, the red headed kid will still try to talk to you,” you look up to the guy you knew it was talking about.

his hair was spiked up, probably having to do with his quirk. his eyes were wide and his grin was annoyingly addictive with sharp teeth to match. he went off yapping to one of his classmates next to you when he met your gaze. you turned it away immediately as he noticed and took your seat.

in front of you, broccoli boy was getting bullied by the red eyed blonde. the blonde had some sort of object in his hand-

“it’s going to hit you.”

it’s gonna wha-

there you had it the first day of school and shit was already being thrown at you. you didn’t even have time to get out of the shitty cramped desk when it hit you square in the forehead.

broccoli boy looked back at you in horror. “i am so sorry! please, forgive kaachan for being so rude!”

you shot up, slamming your hands on the table. “hey!” you barked at the blonde, steering clear of the now gawking blonde. “you think you can throw shit and get away with it, huh?” you snarl getting in the blonde’s face.

there was not one person in the classroom that wasn’t looking your direction. “you talking to me short-stack?” he rumbles back, clicking his tongue. “hell yeah, i am!” you cock your head to the side.

some guy in glasses had started to go off on the two of you, waving his right hand up and down as if he was directing traffic. “you, braindead blonde, i swear you want to get it! all i wanted to do is mind my own business but you’ve got to act like your the kind of the castle, huh?”

“fuck you call me? i’ll blast you to hell!”

you were going to bite back but your intuition per usual kicked in.

��falling in love with bakugo katsuki, isnt worth it. one of you will die in the end.” a quiet "what the fuck..." left your lips as you backed away. bakugo looked back at you in sheer confusion as he saw your eyes shrink from fear.

"you're not scared of me, are you?" he scoffs.

"not a bit... just you wait." you grit your teeth, shaking your head. you felt panic rise through your body. this guy? fall in love with this guy? that intuition definitely didn't have the odds in its favor. it was pulled straight out of its ass. it had to be bullshit.

"alright, alright, settle down before i have to myself," a voice droned as he entered the classroom. the teacher had finally arrived.

you had never seen such an unprofessional appearance in your life. this mop was going to be your homeroom teacher?

“the names, aizawa. i’m not going to waste any time now. i was already late as it is.” he then rummages under his desk and pulls out a huge bin of clothing. “when i call your name, please come up here and take your gym uniforms, we’ll be taking a quirk apprehension test.”

this caused a murmur to stir around the class, groans and moans of protests but aizawa merely just waved them off.

you kept to yourself as everyone just continued to complain, putting in one of your earbuds in one of your ears. “hey!” someone pokes you from the side. at first you just ignored them, how could someone want to talk to you after the exchange you shared with the other boy.

it was merely just so you would push away others. you were an asshole. you didn’t need these people in your way.

“hey, i know you can hear me!” you groan and look up toward the spiky red headed boy. “what?” you roll your eyes at him. he outstretched his hand to you. “i’m kirishima, what’s your name?” his smile- why was he smiling so wildly?

you stretched your hand out hesitantly, it was a matter of time for your quirk to tell you how useless it was to make friends but nothing happened.

you held onto his hand for an awkwardly longer time, staring at it the connection between you two. “(l/n),” you finally said. “(l/n), huh? what’s your quirk, you seem like a power type, am i right?”

you shook your head, “i have a more mental quirk. i can predict the future 99% of time time through a voice in my head.” you scratched the back of your neck. you felt so cramped up and stuff talking to him. “wow, that’s so cool! i’ve never met someone with such a unique quirk!” he was practically beaming and you had to squint your eyes a bit from the amount of bright light coming of this guy.

“how about you?” your voice cracks slightly making you cringe.

“hardening-“ he then raises his hand and it turns into almost stone, “it’s not as cool as your’s-“

“eijirou kirishima,” aizawa curs him off, calling him to the front. “sorry, got to cut this short. i’ll talk to you later, (l/n).”

you say there with your mouth slightly agape.

what the fuck just happened???

you were called up soon enough and the quirk apprehension gets started. as you were pulling your gym shirt over your head, you heard it.

“you’re not going to do well in the test,”

a fucking gain.

maybe this prediction was wrong. it had pulled that other prediction before that sounded almost unreal. maybe you could even evade the future? you had never done it before but there’s always a way.

but if you said that you got a good score was a complete lie.

“i got eighteenth...,” you whisper to yourself. i didn’t even scathe the top 15. this test was oriented completely toward physical quirks. “don’t worry, (l/n), you’ll do better next time. i believe in you!” kirishima says to you patting you on the back. “easy for you to say, you got in eighth place,” you murmured.

“all bark, no bite,” he grumbles behind you. “oh, shut up. you’re so full of yourself. i didn’t even use my quirk.” you snarl, restraining yourself from absolutely folding his ass and getting expelled.

“i expected better from someone who made it here with recommendations, (l/n),” aizawa says while passing by you which made bakugo laugh even harder. “you got in with reccomendations? and did that? are you kidding!”

“so what i wasn’t gifted with a physical quirk like you! you have no idea what my potential is! you’ll see when the festival comes around, you’ll get your ass handed!” you blurt out which you almost wish you didn’t. his face shifted almost immediately which made you hold back a frightened reaction.

“i’ll hold you to that,”

...

“a support item?” you repeat what isayama says. she nods. “your teacher, mr. aizawa also uses a support item. you have the assets for good combat but you just need that extra push so the admin is trying to work with you.”

you had been separated from the class and were put in a private training with isayama. the principal had given it the okay and since she had a teaching license you would pass with valid credits.

“i don’t even know why i got here if i’ll keep failing! i’m at the low end of the class.” you slump against the wall and hold your head in your hands.

“you need to stop comparing yourself to others. you’ll catch up eventually and there’s not way you won’t.” she knelt by you, “you’re quirk isn’t at it’s full potential yet. you’re only half way there. just try to think of your quirk as a part of you not as a separate entity.”

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BTS Suga Soulmate AU *Fluff*

Hey guys! What’s up? So, I’ve been using the app to update but I think I’m going to switch to using the browser because I have a lot of editing stuff to do. I need to work on my master lists. I think I’m going to update my browser one as well, but I’m not sure. There’s a lot that has not be put on it. I really loved writing this and I really hope you guys like it! As always, if there’s anything that you guys want to see, please feel free to send me a request! I love writing what you guys want to see! Lets get into this, shall we?

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     You can feel exhaustion soaking into you as you wait for the bus to come. It’s early evening and you had just gotten off of work, having started some time early this morning. People wander everywhere, seeming directionless and lost. After working late last night, you’re a little bit out of it, exhaustion beginning to steal your concentration. You wait near the edge of the curb, the bench taken up by two boys your age who seem deep in conversation. You find yourself staring at your phone to pass the time.

     “Watch out!” A voice behind you shocks you as a hand wraps around your forearm, pulling you away from the curb. A bicycle speeds through the space you had been standing in moments before.

     The fear and adrenaline you should be feeling are the last things on your mind. The hand on your arm is freezing, almost as if they belong to an ice sculpture. You find yourself staring at his fingers in shock as ice slowly ebbs its’ way up your arm. Frost spreads from his fingertips, feathering its’ way up your forearm. You had heard about the different kinds of manifestation that come from meeting your soulmate but you had never seen one so physically overwhelming. He releases your arm quickly, staring at him hand in shock.

     The palm of his hand is painted with frost, which had started to edge its’ way to the top of his hand. The same frost encloses your forearm, close to your wrist. It appears delicate yet harsh, somehow. His finger brushes across the frost on your arm. Where his touch had once been cool, it now feels warm. It’s as if your skin had grown accustomed to the cold and could now bear to be touched by it. When he touches the frost with a single finger from his other hand, it feels hot for a brief second before the frost wraps around the tip of his finger, cooling his touch.

     “Holy shit,” He breathes, his eyes meeting you to mirror the shock you had yet to find the words to express.

     “I’ve never seen anything like it,” I admit, tracing a finger over the frost on my arm. I’ve never seen such a volatile reaction between soulmates.

     “Well, I guess I should introduce myself,” He steps back a little and rubs his hands together nervously,” My name is Min Yoongi.”

     “I’m Y/N,” You say softly,” I hope we can get along.”

     You’re not quite sure what else to say. He’s attractive with dark hair and pale skin. Although he’s taller, his stature is smaller. You don’t really mind that though. His friend seems to be watching him with a mixture between restrained excitement and complete shock. He bounces up to him, his lanky form practically vibrating.

     “You found your soulmate! Who knew you would be the first one?” The boy’s voice is loud and a large smile takes over his face,” My name is Jung Hoseok and I’m one of Yoongi’s friends.”

     “It’s very nice to meet you,” You can’t help but smile at him, enjoying his excitable nature.

     “Here,” Yoongi’s soft voice captures you attention once again. He holds a phone out to you, a contact screen open. You fill in your information and hand him the phone again. Suddenly being confronted by your soulmate sends a nervous feeling washing through you. He offers you a shy, but gummy, smile. At this point, the bus pulls up and he has to go. You sit on the bench and watch your soulmate climb onto the bus, the frost on his palm winking in the light.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

     You nervously wipe your palms against your jeans. You had agreed to meet Yoongi to get coffee and you could practically feel yourself shaking. This is the first time you’re seeing him since your first meeting. You’ve texted a lot and learned a lot about each other but he seems to have quite a busy schedule. He has admitted to be completely uncomfortable with the soulmates concept. He doesn’t trust himself to know how the handle this situation properly. You admitted you were just as scared as he is.

     “I’m sorry. Did I make you wait long?” His voice wraps around you as he approaches.

     “Not at all! I just got here myself,” You tuck your phone in your pocket and take a moment to fix your hair.

     His outfit is casually sexy. He is dressed for cooler weather, which has been approaching quickly. You both order your drinks, which he insists on paying for, and decide to take a walk near the river. The conversation is casual and he’s nothing like you expected him to be. Although he’s quiet at times, he smiles and laughs a lot. You can’t help but love that smiles and what it means. It’s unlike any smile you’ve ever seen and it always manages to pull at your heart strings.

     “What do you do?” You sip your drink, letting the heat soak through you.

     “I’m a music producer. I’ve been doing it for a couple of years now and I’m pretty satisfied with it,” One of his fingers brushes against the back of your hand, the cold shocking you once again. The comfort comes immediately after, bringing a smile to your face. It’s weird that such a shocking and overwhelming feeling has already begun to bring you comfort. Physical contact is a huge thing for soulmates and has the potential to calm even the craziest emotions.

     “That’s amazing. I can’t imagine it was an easy thing to do,” You find his fingers wrapping around yours and you can’t keep the smile from your face.

     “It’s not but it allows me to feel proud about what I do. This is what I’ve always wanted to do and I don’t want to lose that,” He admits, staring down at your entwined fingers quizzically. The frost slowly climbs up your hands, pushing its’ way past your sleeves and disappearing farther up your arm. You can feel it spreading across the rest of your body the longer your hold his hand. As it spreads, you notice it grow fainter. It makes your skin seem paler with the frost resting delicately on your skin.

     “I will say, I definitely wasn’t expecting to meet my soulmate at a bus stop,” As the cold wind sweeps past you, you find yourself burrowing into his side. It wasn’t a conscious decision but more based on instinct. He releases you hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder. You can see the frost resting on his neck, it’s movement ceased by the loss of skin contact. Yours stopped somewhere around your collarbone. You can feel it, crazy as that seems. It’s almost as if it has become a layer resting directly over your skin. Something tells you that it will melt into your skin when it covers your entire body.

     “If I’m completely honest, I wasn’t expecting to meet mine at all,” His free hand rubs against the back of his neck,” I’ve never been a big fan of the soulmate concept.”

      “I wasn’t either. It always seems like some weird fantasy that doesn’t actually exist. I’ve never seen a soulmate sign quite as… dramatic as ours,” You look up to see two tall figures practically sprinting toward you.

     “Hyung!” A voice bellows from one of the tall figures.

     “Tae? Kookie? What are you doing here?” A small black and brown ball bounces toward Yoongi. You can’t help but smile as a soft look comes over his face. He crouches down to pet the small dog, whose entire body is wagging with his tail.

     “Are you going to introduce us, hyung?” The boy with lighter hair asks, his eyes searching yours.

     “This is Y/N. She’s my soulmate,” Yoongi stands with the small dog enclosed in his arms.

     “Really! That’s so cool!” The light haired boy turns to you,” My name is Taehyung!”

     “Jungkook,” The other boy is quiet, his eyes flickering between the two of us with interest.

     “So Hobi-hyung was telling the truth? None of us were quite sure if we could believe that you found your soulmate first,” Taehyung chews on his bottom lip before his eyes widen,” I don’t mean that in a bad way! I just meant that you weren’t really invested in the idea of soulmates…”

      “You’re right. I’m glad I’m wrong,” Yoongi turns to you with the small wiggling puppy,” This is Yeontan, Tae’s dog.”

      You reach out your hand almost nervously to pet the wiggling puppy. He sniffs your hand curiously, before licking it. His long hair runs through your fingers as you pet him. You glance up to find Yoongi smiling at you, once again. Jungkook’s eyes widen.

      “You don’t smile like that very often, hyung. She must make you pretty happy,” Jungkook grins and playfully pushes Yoongi.

      “Watch it,” Yoongi doesn’t sound angry but he quirks an eyebrow at him,” I’m still your hyung.”

      The four of you talk for a while before Taehyung realizes he’s running late for a schedule and the two children bound away with a yapping puppy at their feet.

      “Sorry about that. They’re a bit of a handful sometimes,” Yoongi looks at you nervously.

      “They’re nice,” You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. The cold blooms and you relish in the feeling. It makes the moment feel more real, less like the dream it feels like.

      “We should probably get going. It’s going to be dark soon,” He takes your hand once again and you feel more relaxed.

      The two of you end up at his apartment. You help him cook dinner and the two of you settle in to watch a movie. You curl into his side and rest your head on his shoulder. Soulmates always seem to gain an instant comfort and joy in the presence of the other. It feels instinctual. Toward the end of the film, after you had finished eating, you look up at him and relish in the beauty that has now found its’ way into your life.

       He glance at you and smiles. In the next instant, his lips are pressing to yours. Once again, that icy feeling spreads across your body. It spreads from you lips all the way down your throat. Soon, you can feel it all the way to your toes. When you finally pull away, he’s just as breathtaking as he was before.        

Before your eyes, the ice sinks into his skin, becomes one with it. Along with that comes the feeling of acceptance. Having a soulmate scares the shit out of you, but it also excites you for the possibility of what it means for your future and for his.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Please feel free to send me any requests you might have!

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DANY III - I’m Ready When You Are

@helloimnotawesome - Finally an update for you! Chapter 10 - Dany/Arya/Ghost/Jon bonding. Enjoy!

Thank you so much for your patience! <3 Have about a week left of uni (before Christmas) and then we’ll be back on track! 

DANY III - I’m Ready When You Are

'Come say hello to Ghost', he said. 'It'll be fun', he said. The fun had mainly consisted of watching Arya's face. It had been a pendulum swinging between awestruck and pure childish joy. From her trembling it was clear she had to physically restrain herself from just running over and hug the dog tightly - like she'd done with Jon. Ghost on the other hand hand been completely mellow and had an overbearing look to him. Probably due to the pain meds Sam had giving him not long before they arrived back in the room. Twice a day Ghost was still given a small doses of meds to help with the pain from the burn wounds. Though healing up well they were still very sore and causing him a large amount of pain especially when touched. And, she'd shown Sam where the vials were kept and how to administer it for the times when he and Ghost were alone.

They'd given Ghost his own mattress on the floor over by the wall. That way it was easier to get him up on his own, no need for any lifting. Simply being in same room as Jon seemed to be enough now, and this way he has facing the door which was another calming factor. So all in all they'd managed to make him a pretty chilled out winter dog at this point. Arya was laying on her side next to Ghost on his mattress. His mattress very important detail - the dog had literally tipped his head while glancing to the mattress to invite Arya to join him. A detail that had excited Arya even more!

As her and Jon had foreseen, Sam had protested mildly when told he could have the night off, but it was clear to all it was a half-hearted attempt out of politeness. Before leaving he had giving Jon his nightly dose of pain meds as well, and Jon had fallen asleep not long after. Leaving Arya and herself alone - and awake.

Hours later she was sitting in her usual chair - conveniently sandwiched between Jon's bed and Ghost's mattress - quietly catching up on paperwork when Arya started her, expected, third-degree.

"So..." Here we go. Brace yourself Dany! "Why weren't you welcoming Jon back home?"

Keeping her eyes on the papers she continued to write. Don't look up, Dany! This is just a tiny matter. No need to fuel her curiosity. Nothing to see here. Move along.

"Because I was here last night when Ned and Sam told him."

"Why?"

"Because he asked me to stay."

"Jon did?"

"Yes, Jon did." Don't look up, Dany! Remember this is just like any other boring conversation you don't want to be part of.

"Of course he did." Arya chucked lightly. Write, Dany, write. Stay busy. Stay focused. "Anyone could see the way he looks at you."

"How does he look at me?" Oh gods, she's smelling blood!

"Oh don't give me that!" She could feel Arya's eyes on her, seeing right through like a laser.

"I'm not. I don't know how you think your brother looks at me." Well done! You almost didn't sound desperate to know how Jon looks at you. Mentally rolling eyes at self. For fuck's sake, Dany!

"Like you're the oasis in his desert. Like you're the rescue-boat in his ocean." Despite teasing there was a softness to Arya's voice.

The thought of Jon looking at her like that took her breath away. Could it be? She hadn't just imagined that little exchange about 'crossing lines'? Breathe, Dany, nice and easy.

"...like you're a shelter in his storm...like you're a fire in his freezing winter..." Arya was still yapping away.

"No he doesn't." Oh gods, does he? Please let it be true.

"...like you're Marg and he's Robbie...like you're Brienne and he's Tormund"

"Alright, I heard you, Arya." Now she's just being ridiculous. Right?!

"...like you're a library and he's Bran.."

"I said I heard you."

"...like you're a pair of Jimmy Choo and he's Sansa!" Arya had trouble containing her laughter now.

"I heard you!" She hissed and finally looked at Arya. Oh yes, please let me be all that  to you, Jon, and more! Sending her, what she hoped was, an angry look - not that Arya would really care anyway. Giving a quick glance towards Jon before looking back at Arya. "Keep it down! Please."

"Ok, alright. Sorry." Arya mockingly put her hands up as if surrendering. Mumbling she added "...and you look at him the same way."

"What?! No I don't!" Oh gods am I that obvious?!

"'The lady doth protest too much, methinks.'"

"No, I'm not." You are and you know it...

"Protesting too much or lying?" A smug look on Arya's face now.

"Both. Neither. I mean..," she sighed in defeat. Damn it!

"If you say so li'l miss heart-eyes," another chuckle from Arya.

"His wife—"

"—was Naathi. For them it's as simple as 'you love each other till you don't' - 'you're together with someone till you're not.'" Arya slowly got up and moved closer. "For Jon to love her she must've been a special woman and I'm sure she'd want Jon to be happy with or without her. If being with you makes him happy I fail to see how that would be a bad thing."

She had to admit that Arya was right. When she had left, fled from, this room in the afternoon, maybe 12 hours ago, all flustered she'd gone to see Missandei. Just like Arya she'd seen straight through her - and she'd told her pretty much the same thing as Arya. What was it Elia's brother always said? 'The heart wants what it wants'. Yes, ok fine, but why does it want something at a highly inconvenient time?! And what if this 'thing' didn't work? Then what? How would that affect their families? Would it ruin the whole dynamics, the 'one big family' feeling they had going and that she and all the Stark kids had grown up with?? Dany, you're over-thinking again. Stop it! Stop. It.

With a sigh she warily looked at Arya. "I guess, you're right."

"I know I am."

Shaking her head slightly, she couldn't help but smile at the level of confidence Arya was displaying on this subject.

"Look, I'm not saying you should throw yourself at him but if something hasn't happened in like...I don't know...a week—"

"A week?! Are you crazy?!" she hissed again, but as usual Arya kept going completely undaunted.

"—then I'll plaster this room with mistletoe! Neither of you would be able to move even a nanometer without being underneath one - and we all know what must happen underneath a mistletoe."

"You're incorrigible!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." Flashing a big grin she sat back next to Ghost.

That's when the fun stopped for everyone.

Though clearly still sleeping, Ghost was growling and his big fangs were showing. The look in Arya's eyes instantly went from mirth to fear and worry. Slowly backing away she went closer to Jon's bed until she couldn't get any further.

"What's happening?? I didn't hurt him, I swear!"

"Arya, I know you didn't. He's having a nightmare. He's been having them all week - just like his pack-leader up there." She tipped her head slightly to indicate who she was talking about.

"Jon has nightmares?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, but right now we need to concentrate on calming down Ghost before he might do something that could harm himself - or others."

Hearing the last two words Arya's eyes grew even bigger before seemingly calming herself down and proceeded to ask, "anything I can do to help?"

"I know how this'll sound considering how angry he looks right now, but the best way to calm him is to gently touch him and just talk to him in a calm, even, and friendly voice. Can you do that? If not, it's ok and then just stay over there by Jon."

"Yeah I..," she swallowed, "I can do that."

"Ok, then take a couple of deep breathes to steady yourself before quietly sitting down next to me."

Arya nodded eagerly.

She placed herself so that Arya was still close yet behind her. 'Just a precaution'.

"What do I say to him?"

"Anything as long as you keep your voice calm and friendly. You don't need to whisper though," she glanced to her side catching Arya's eye and received a sheepish smile in return.

Arya began telling a story about a little black cat who was scared of everything, and gently stroked Ghost on his head and down his neck and back. Getting her stethoscope from her bag next to the chair she was checking his breathing and heart-rate. Both were still more rapid than she'd like. He'd stopped growling at least. Noticing Arya's eyes on her she nodded slightly indicating for her to keep talking. Now the little cat had arrived at Dr. Owl's office where he was being tickled with a feather and asked if he got enough vitamins. How does she come up with this stuff? His breathing slowed down to a more acceptable rate, but his heart was still racing. Expected as gods know what awful things he must've seen in that sweet head of his. His fangs weren't showing anymore either. Arya's little black cat had now been given a courageous heart by Dr. Owl and was now happy as could be and playing with everyone he met. Again, she couldn't help smiling at Arya's wondrous mind. That girl sure is one of a kind!

Finally Ghost had calmed down and was peacefully asleep again.

She looked over at Arya. "That was really good work," winking she added, "you'd make a great vet."

"Thanks, but think I'll stick with being a paramedic for now."

"How did you come up with that story off the top of your head?"

"I didn't. It's called—"

"—Fraidy Cat." A gruff voice answered from the bed behind them.

Briefly they looked at each other before in unison getting on their feet and over to Jon.

He turned his head giving them a lazy smile.

"It was my favourite story as a kid. Mom read it to me every night before bed." There was a light chuckle. "Dad had read it to me and I instantly loved the story. Mom didn't know it and I wouldn't go to sleep without it. On nothing but willpower I kept myself awake all night and late into the next afternoon. Gods I hope my own kids aren't that stubborn!" They are and the next ones will too. DANY!!!

They all laughed at that.

"After that she had Aunt Lya come and tell it to me until mom had learned it too. Never understood how Aunt Lya knew it though."

"Because dad used to read it to her when she was a child." Both her and Jon looked at Arya in surprise. "He's read it for all of us. He calls it a family heirloom. By the time me and Bran were born the book had been worn out so now we just all learn it by heart." She gave a little shy smile. "I can guarantee he'll be telling the story to Adei and Amador as well if he hasn't already." The smile had grown bigger now.

"I'd love it if he did." Gods, I'm getting all teary again. Get a grip, Dany! "Thank you for calming Ghost down by the way. Must be the accident."

"But Vis told me you were a K9 unit..," Arya trailed off.

"I was - with another dog. Ghost is only a few years old. Luckily he hasn't had to go on any missions with me."

"Oh, I'm sorry I just thought..," again trailing off.

"It's ok, Arya. How could you've known?"

"Right." Looking between Jon and her Arya cleared the throat and said, "Well, it's almost time for my shift to begin, so should go get some food and get ready."

Arya leaned in to give her brother a hug and then left giving her a wink as she walked out the door.

"What was that about?"

"What?"

"The wink."

"Oh nothing, just something we talked about earlier when you were sleeping." Wait! "You were sleeping, right?"

"Yes I was." He chuckled. "Why? What did you talk about?"

"Nothing." She smiled nervously "Why? What did you hear?" Oh gods no!

"Nothing." Is he laughing? Oh gods he's laughing! Why is he laughing? "Though I'll take your nervous denying as a sign that you were talking about 'something' rather than 'nothing'. Is he smirking at me?!

"Oh for fuck's sake! Reading me like a godsdamned open book!" She stared at him horrified. "Oh no! That wasn't supposed to be said out loud!" Embarrassing! Turning to leave her hand was grabbed before she could step away.

"Dany! Please. Stay." That husky but oh so soft voice. Damn it! She slowly turned around looking down at their hands. "I let you run out on me once, I can't let you do it twice. You asked me not to hide from you, remember?" She nodded slowly. "And so I didn't and I won't." He squeezed her hand. "Now I'm asking you, Dany, to please don't run from me."

She took a deep breath as she slowly lifted her eyes to look at him.

"I'm afraid...with you."

There was a slight smile on his face at her mimicking his words from the day before, and he played along saying, "sorry if I've crossed any lines with you. That was never my intention."

"You haven't," she removed her hand from his to balance herself as she leaned in closer to lightly touch his forehead with hers, "but I'm afraid I might want you to."

From this position all she could see was steel grey eyes swimming with something she was too scared to name yet.

Moving his head slightly giving her a quick little peck at the tip of her nose he said, "I'm ready when you are."

[i-ideate]

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My friends!!! Hiiiii everyone! I love interacting and being with both my virtual and non-online buddies, because they are the best! Each of my friends get to claim pieces of my brain like a community garden lol.

2. Music! It's everywhere, and everything to me!! I've got so many favorite songs 'n genres, and it's really a part of my life I could never ever live without. I heart music forever :3

3. Food! Now, I know not everyone is a foodie, but I definitely am! Cooking and baking are great bonding activities imo, and you can learn a lot about the world (and people around you) by watching what kinds of cuisines cross over tables!!

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