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kaleidodreams · 5 months ago

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Updated 100 Memorable Skating Programs

Back in 2018, I created the original version of this list. (You can find the master post here.) Since 2024 marks my 30th year as an official fan of figure skating and there have been some more great programs created since the last time, I thought it was about time to update the list in honor of World Ice Skating Day. Same rules apply as last time:

Only senior competitive programs starting from the 1993-1994 season are eligible, since that's the first season I really started watching figure skating.

Each skater may only be listed once, unless a partner/discipline switch is involved.

Choice of music may also not be repeated. (Yes, there are two James Bond programs on the list, but Yuna and Wakaba use different music for the most part, so I'm letting it slide.)

I debated long and hard about whether or not I should still include programs from skaters who have proven themselves to be not so great people. I'm someone who has little difficulty separating the art from the artist, so in the end, I decided to keep them listed (although most of them got knocked down a few pegs). This list is more about the choreography than the skater anyway, although there are certainly some problematic choreographers out there, too. (Looking at you especially, Morozov!) So, just because a skater is listed doesn't mean that I'm a fan of them or that I condone their actions! I just think certain programs are still great regardless of the skaters' terrible behavior off the ice.

Choreographers are noted if known. If you know who choreographed the programs without a choreographer named, please let me know!

I've also created a handy playlist on YouTube if you don't want to click on all these links.

Ashley Wagner - Moulin Rouge (Shae-Lynn Bourne) 2016 Worlds

Jason Brown - Melancholy (Rohene Ward) 2023 Nationals

Patrick Chan - Phantom of the Opera (Lori Nichol) 2011 Canadian Nationals

Kaitlyn Weaver/Andrew Poje -Je suis malade (Pasquale Camerlengo) 2012 Worlds

Meryl Davis/Charlie White - Kajra Re/Silsila Ye Chahat Ka/Dola Re Dola (Marina Zueva, Igor Shpilband, and Anuja Rajendra) 2010 Olympics

Mao Asada - Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2 (Tatiana Tarasova) 2014 Olympics

Sui/Han - Rain, In Your Black Eyes (Lori Nichol) 2019 Worlds

Marina Anissina/Gwendal Peizerat - Romeo & Juliet 1998 Olympics

Cain/LeDuc - W.E. (Pasquale Camerlengo) 2022 US Nationals

Daisuke Takahashi - Blues for Klook (Pasquale Camerlengo) 2012 Worlds

Kurt Browning - Casablanca (Sandra Bezic) 1994 Olympics

Michelle Kwan - Salome (Lori Nichol) 1996 Worlds

Alexei Yagudin - Winter (Tatiana Tarasova and Nikolai Morosov) 2002 Olympics

Jamie Sale/David Pelletier - Love Story (Lori Nichol) 2002 Olympics

Jeremy Abbott - Exogenesis (Jeremy Abbott and Yuka Sato) Nationals 2012

Oksana Grishuk/Evgeni Platov - The Feeling Begins 1997 Worlds

Yuzuru Hanyu - Seimei (Shae-Lynn Bourne) 2015 Grand Prix Final

Chock/Bates - Egyptian Snake Dance (Marie-France Dubreuil, Ginette Cournoyer, and Sam Chouinard) 2019 Grand Prix Final

Javier Fernandez - Guys and Dolls (David Wilson) 2016 Worlds

Vanessa James/Morgan Cipres - Sound of Silence (John Kerr and Silvia Fontana) 2017 Euros

Evgenia Medvedeva - Anna Karenina (Daniil Gleichengauz) 2018 Olympics

Nathan Chen - Philip Glass medley (Shae-Lynn Bourne) 2021 Worlds

Gabriella Papadakis/Guilliame Cizeron - Elegie (Saxon Fraser and Marie-France Dubreuil) 2022 Olympics

Aljona Savchenko/Bruno Massot - La terre vue du ciel (Christopher Dean) 2018 Olympics

Kevin Aymoz - Bolero (Brice Mousset and Kevin Aymoz) 2023 Skate America

Julia Lipnitskaya - Schindler’s List (Ilia Averbukh) 2014 Olympics

Elena Berezhnaya/Anton Sikharulidze - Lady Caliph 2002 Olympics

Yu-na Kim - James Bond medley (David Wilson) 2010 Olympics

Shoma Uno - Buenos Aires Hora Cero (Mihoko Higuchi) 2016 Grand Prix Final

Michal Brezina - The Way You Look Tonight (Jeffrey Buttle) 2016 Skate Canada

Shae-Lynn Bourne/Victor Kraatz - Riverdance 1998 Olympics

Adam Rippon - O/Fly On (Benji Schwimmer) 2016 Trophee de France

Jeffrey Buttle - Bells of Moscow (David Wilson) 2005 Worlds

Piper Gilles/Paul Poirier - Vincent (Carol Lane and Juris Razgulajevs) 2019 Canadian Nationals

Rudy Galindo - Swan Lake (Sharlene Franke) 1996 US Nationals

Sasha Cohen - Malaguena (Tatiana Tarasova) 2004 Worlds

Aljona Savchenko/Robin Szolkowy - Pina (Ingo Steur) 2011 Grand Prix Final

Samantha Cesario - Carmen (Inese Budevica) 2013 Trophee Eric Bompard

Tatsuki Machida - East of Eden (Phillip Mills) 2014 Worlds

Xue Shen/Hongbo Zhao - Turandot (Lea Ann Miller, Renee Roca, and Gorsha Sur) 2003 Worlds

Kaitlin Hawayek/Jean-Luc Baker - Liebestraume (Pasquale Camerlengo) 2018 Nationals

Olga Mikutina - My Nocturnal Serenade (Rostislav Sinicyn) 2023 Europeans

Lu Chen - The Last Emperor (Toller Cranston) 1995 Worlds

Giada Russo - Red Violin (Edoardo de Bernardis) 2016 Europeans

Junhwan Cha - Fate of the Clockmaker/Cloak and Dagger (Shae-Lynn Bourne) 2022 Olympics

Han Yan - La La Land (Yuka Sato and Kurt Browning) 2019 Chinese Interclub League

Wakaba Higuchi - Skyfall (Shae-Lynn Bourne) 2018 Worlds

Kazuki Tomono - Die Fledermaus (Misha Ge) 2022 Japanese Nationals

Yuma Kagiyama - Believer (Shae-Lynn Bourne) 2024 Worlds

Karen Chen - On Golden Pond (Karen Chen) 2017 Nationals

Maia Shibutani/Alex Shibutani - Coppelia (Marina Zueva and Cheryl Yeager) 2016 Nationals

Yuko Kavaguti/Alexander Smirov - Manfred Symphony (Peter Tchernyshev) 2014 Skate America

Philippe Candeloro - The Three Musketeers (Natacha Dabadie) 1998 Olympics

Alexander Abt - Songs from the Victorious City 1998 Nations Cup

Tessa Virtue/Scott Moir - Prince medley 2017 Worlds

Ekaterina Gordeeva/Sergei Grinkov - Moonlight Sonata (Marina Zueva) 1994 Olympics

Satoko Miyahara - Madama Butterfly (Tom Dickson) 2017 Japanese Nationals

Marjorie Lajoie/Zachary Lagha - The White Crow (Romain Haguenauer and Ginette Cournoyer) 2023 Four Continents

Anjelika Krylova/Oleg Ovsiannikov - Masquerade Waltz 1997 Worlds

Alena Kostornaia - The Departure, November (Daniil Gleikhengauz) 2019 Grand Prix Final

Nelli Zhiganshina/Alexander Gazsi - Two from the Grave (Ilia Averbukh) 2013 Worlds

Ksenia Stolbova/Fedor Klimov - The Man and The Shadow (Nikolai Morozov) 2015 Grand Prix Final

Stephanie Rosenthal - Rockit (Stewart and Christi Sturgeon) 2006 Nationals

Madison Hubbell/Zachary Donohue - Across the Sky, Caught Out In The Rain (Marie-France Dubreuil) 2018 Nationals

Mikhail Kolyada - The Nutcracker (Ilia Averbukh) 2021 Gran Premio d'Italia

Sinead Kerr/John Kerr - The Landing/Turn Around/Gravity of Love (Evgeni Platov) 2008 Worlds

Kaetlyn Osmond - Sous le ciel de Paris, Milord (Lance Vipond) 2016 Grand Prix Final

Carolina Kostner - Ave Maria (Lori Nichol) 2014 Olympics

Karina Manta/Joe Johnson - Sweet Dreams (Christopher Dean) 2019 Nationals

Gracie Gold - Firebird (Lori Nichol) 2016 Nationals

Charlene Guignard/Marco Fabbri - Atonement/Song For A Little Sparrow (Barbara Fusar-Poli and Corrado Giordani) 2022 Europeans

Keegan Messing - Singing in the Rain (Lance Vipond) 2018 Worlds

Elizabeth Punsalan/Jerod Swallow - Astor Piazolla medley (Igor Shpilband) 1998 Olympics

Rika Kihira - A Beautiful Storm (Tom Dickson) 2018 NHK Trophy

Mariah Bell - Chicago (Rohene Ward) 2016 Skate America

Brian Joubert - Rise (Evgeni Platov) 2009 Europeans

Stephane Lambiel - Poeta (Antonio Najarro) 2007 Worlds

Kaori Sakamoto - The Matrix (Benoit Richaud) 2020 NHK Trophy

Akiko Suzuki - O (Pasquale Camerlengo) 2012 NHK Trophy

Qing Pang/Jian Tong - The Impossible Dream (Shae-Lynn Bourne and David Wilson) 2010 Olympics

Takahito Kozuka - Io ci saro (Lori Nichol) 2014 Japanese National

Smart/Diaz - Mask of Zorro 2022 Europeans

Matt Savoie - Ennio Morricone medley (Tom Dickson) 2006 Nationals

Deniss Vasiljevs - Puttin’ On The Ritz (Benoit Richaud) 2016 Worlds

Caroline Green/Michael Parsons - Violin Concerto No.1 Eso Concerto, Clouds, The Mind on the Wind (Elena Novak and Alexei Kiliakov) 2022 Four Continents

Tara Lipinski - The Rainbow (Sandra Bezic) 1998 Olympics

Denis Ten - SOS d'un terrien en détresse (David Wilson) 2017 Shanghai Trophy

Valentina Marchei/Ondrej Hotarek - Tu Vuo Fa L'Americano (Massimo Scali) 2018 Europeans

Krisztina Czako - The Addams Family (Igor Bobrin) 1997 Europeans

Cheng Peng/Yang Jin - My Drag (Lori Nichol) 2016 GPF

Bradie Tennell - Mechanisms, Chronos (Benoit Richaud) 2020 4CC

Evgeny Plushenko - Tribute to Nijinsky 2004 Russian Nationals

Vanessa Gusmeroli - Rats D'Hotel 1999 Worlds

Julianne Seguin/Charlie Bilodeau - Monde Inverse (Shae-Lynn Bourne and Shae Zukiwsky) 2015 Skate America

Isabeau Levito - Dulcea Și Tandra Mea Fiară (Yulia Kuznetsova) 2022 MK John Wilson Trophy

Elizaveta Tuktamysheva - Batwannis Beek/Sandstorm (Tatiana Prokofieva) 2015 Europeans

Kana Muramoto/Daisuke Takahashi - Soran Bushi (Marina Zoueva, Ilia Tkachenko, and Koyo Yanai) 2021 NHK Trophy

Amber Glenn - This Time (Kaitlyn Weaver and Randi Strong) 2024 Lombardia Trophy

Ivan Righini - You Raise Me Up (Ivan Righini) 2016 Europeans

Anna Cappellini/Luca Lanotte - Life is Beautiful (Liudmila Vlasova) 2017 NHK Trophy

#figure skating #world ice skating day #ashley wagner #jason brown #patrick chan #weaver/poje #davis white #mao asada #sui/han #anissina/peizerat #cain/leduc #daisuke takahashi #(and a bunch of others)

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vicsstars · 2 days ago

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can we pleaseee get jealous!wemby <3

❝ mine. ❞

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summary: sochans little too flirty personality makes victor NEED to remind you that you’re his

warnings; possessiveness, oral (f!recieving), p in v,

an: when one of ur fav writers asks YOU to write something.. this is an honor. this social media girl thing is getting so old im so sorry 😭 i hope i did this justice !!

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it started at the practices. nothing eventful, just the guys training for the season. you earned your spot in the bleachers, constantly claiming you were learning how to take photos of the whole team when you were really just set on your boyfriend. it was easy to blend in, especially with your relationship not being necessarily public. it was easier this way. living the private relationship life, it made everything a lot more smooth.

that was, until your eyes began to wonder to the rest of the team. nothing romantic, just admiring everyone’s play styles. it was nothing to you, but clearly noticeable to one of them.

jeremy sochan jogged towards you during one of their water breaks, cheeks flushed from all the excersize, his dyed blonde curls peeking through his headband. “you’re always here, huh?” he teases, voice light but low enough for you to hear. his hand grazed over your thigh, carefully but long enough for you to take note. “got a favorite?”

you smiled, catching onto his playful charm. “maybe.”

he leaned into you, grinning like you just told him your childhood crush. “hope it’s me, beautiful.” he murmured, half joking.

from the court, victor saw the way your lips parted to giggle at his words. he saw the way jermey was standing just a little too close. he saw how your legs tilted towards him ever so slightly. he saw how your delicate fingertips felt around your pants in that nervous, pretty way you always did when you were flustered. victor didn’t interrupt. he didn’t shout. he didn’t say a word. but his stare was piercing.

when practice ended, he didn’t retreat to you straight away. he walked past both of you still chatting, towel slung around his broad shoulders, jaw clenched with silence. his usual softness was dimmed behind something deeper.

you caught up with him halfway down the tunnel, the sound of sneakers and showers far in the distance. “hey,” you spoke softly, unaware of his mental note of your new friend.

he turned to face you, continuing his pace. “you looked like you were having fun.” he said, his voice careful and clipped.

you paused for a moment, wondering where his mind was. “jermey?”

“hm.” he paused for a moment, careful to let the silence drag out for a few beats. he simply kept his gaze on you with those long lashes and unreadable lips. “didn’t know you were on a first name basis.”

your heart fluttered and dipped all at once. there wasn’t anger in his voice, just that sharp thread of vulnerability that was rare for him.

“he was just being friendly..” you offered, voice trailing off. you tried to brush it off, pulling him back into the warmth of your bond.

he stopped walking suddenly, stepping closer to you to block your path. he bent down until his breath was hitting your cheek. “you’re mine,”he began, voice low as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss you or make you vow to it. “right?”

your nod was slow. reverent. “of course”.

his hands found your waist, fingers curling tight. and just like that, the tension uncoiled. not into anger, but into something heavier. warmer. something that pressed your spine to the wall, that filled the narrow tunnel with need and desire.

you didn’t even feel the world around you anymore. just the velvet of his voice, the weight of his stare, the way his mouth brushed your jaw like he needed to mark you, quietly, before anyone else dared to.

you felt his breath drag down your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin like he was searching for the softest place to ruin you. the tunnel was dim, humming with the faint throb of fluorescent lights, the sound of distant footsteps fading behind a closed door. it was like the world melted away, leaving just the two of you and the tension curled tight in your chest.

victor’s hands stayed steady at your waist, but his fingers gripped firmer now, knuckles brushing the hem of your shirt like he wanted to tug you closer, like he needed your skin against his.

“he shouldn’t talk to you like that,” he murmured, voice low, rough around the edges. “he knows you’re mine.”

you exhaled, soft and dizzy, the heat of his words blooming down your spine. “he didn’t mean anything,” you whispered, but your voice trembled with the lie, because you’d seen the way jeremy looked at you. the smirk, the flirty tone.

victor didn’t buy it either.

his mouth dragged along your jaw, slow and possessive, like he wanted to replace the way jeremy had made you laugh with something that lived under your skin. “don’t want to see him looking at you like that again,” he muttered against your cheek. “don’t want anyone else making you laugh like that.”

you tilted your chin up, your body pressed flush to his chest now, heartbeat stuttering. “then show me,” you challenged him. “remind me.”

his eyes flickered with something darker, not anger, but want. thick and aching. he didn’t wait. didn’t hesitate. he kissed you like the only way to claim you was to unravel you. lips parting yours, his tongue slipping between them with the kind of heat that made your knees go weak. it wasn’t rushed, but it wasn’t sweet either- it was starved. starved and slow, like he was tasting jealousy out of his own mouth.

your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie, clutching fabric like your knees would give out without it. he shifted you back against the wall, body pressing into yours with quiet force, thigh slotting between your legs like instinct.

“this what you needed?” he rasped, lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “you want me to show you how mine you are?”

you could only nod, breath caught somewhere between a whimper and a yes.

his mouth dipped lower, grazing your throat, teeth dragging softly against the place your pulse fluttered loudest. “no one touches you. no one gets to look at you like that.” he nibbled at your earlobe, hungry, needing. “just me.”

your hands slipped beneath his shirt, palms brushing warm skin and toned muscle, and he let out a sound. something low, almost broken. he needed this just as much. needed you pliant and pretty under his hands, needed to feel you ache only for him.

he pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes dark and serious. “let me take you home.”

you nodded again, soft and dazed, heart thudding. because it wasn’t just about jealousy, it was about the way he loved you. possessive, yes. but deep. aching. hungry.

and you wanted to feel every part of it.

the apartment door clicked shut behind you, and before the sound could even settle, he had you pressed against it. your back to the wood, your breath stolen by the way his body pressed into yours, heat pouring off of him in waves.

“been thinking about this all night,” victor murmured, his voice low, thick with something rougher now. his fingers gripped your jaw gently, turning your face up to his like he needed to look at you, needed to memorize every soft part of you that belonged to him. “since i saw him leaning in like that, since i saw your smile.”

his thumb dragged across your lips, eyes fixed there like he couldn’t stand anyone else ever tasting them. “you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?” his voice was quieter now, hoarse with greed. “fuck, ma belle…”

you barely had time to respond. he kissed you hard, no pretense, no slow burn, just lips crashing into yours, tongue slipping deep like he was trying to wipe every trace of anyone else off of you. his hands slid down, gripping the backs of your thighs, lifting you with effortless strength. your legs wrapped around his waist, your body instinctively molding to his.

he walked you through the space like it was muscle memory, lips never leaving yours, a low sound humming from his throat as he carried you into the bedroom and laid you down like something sacred he was still desperate to ruin.

his hoodie was gone in seconds, tossed somewhere without care. his mouth trailed down your neck, warm and open, teeth grazing skin like he couldn’t help but mark you. “you’re mine,” he said again, firmer this time, voice catching like he could barely keep it together. “not just when we’re out. not just when they see you. always.”

your hands fumbled at the hem of your shirt and he helped you out of it, eyes drinking in every inch of skin like he hadn’t seen you a hundred times before. like it still stunned him, made his pulse stumble.

his mouth returned to you with purpose, lips parting against your chest, tongue swirling over soft skin, teeth nipping, leaving pink behind. “every part of you,” he whispered. “every fucking inch.”

he tugged your panties down slow, but the way he looked at you was anything but patient. there was something raw in it, something starved. he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, pulling you down to the edge with his hands under your thighs. his breath hit your inner thighs and he groaned, like just the scent of you made him dizzy.

“you’re dripping,” he murmured, voice ragged. “from a kiss.” he looked up at you then, eyes wild and reverent. “you want me that bad already?”

you whimpered, fingers threading through his hair. “yes,” you breathed, broken and sweet.

he didn’t tease. didn’t wait. his mouth met you like he was starving. tongue broad and slow, then sharp and deliberate. flicking, curling, sucking in steady rhythm. your hips bucked and his arms locked around your thighs, anchoring you in place.

you gasped his name and he groaned into you, the sound sending tremors through your core. “say it again,” he panted, pulling back just enough to speak, lips glistening. “say my name when i’m the only one in your head.”

“victor,” you whimpered, voice trembling. “only you. it’s always you.”

his mouth returned with even more hunger, devouring every sound you gave him. like worship. like a prayer.

and as the pleasure built and built, one truth rang loud in your mind. this wasn’t about jealousy anymore. this was about being his. completely.

every stroke of his tongue, every hum of satisfaction against your cunt, it all felt like he was unspooling you on purpose, like he needed to feel you unravel beneath his mouth. his grip on your thighs never faltered, fingernails digging into soft flesh like he needed to anchor himself, to prove to both of you that he was the only one who got to have you like this.

“c’est ça…” he breathed between licks, voice a low, broken purr. “tu goûtes si bon, mon amour.” he pulled away again, looking you in the eyes. “i could live between your thighs.”

your body trembled. there was no space for thoughts anymore, only heat, only sensation. your hands fisted the sheets, your hips twitching with every slow drag of his tongue, but you couldn’t pull away. you didn’t want to. you were already gone.

your moans were sweet and helpless, each one broken in his name. he could feel it, feel the tension coil tight in your thighs, your stomach, the way your hips began to stutter like your body didn’t know whether to run or beg for more.

“that’s it, love…” he groaned, his voice deeper now, hoarse with need. “you’re close, i can feel it. don’t fight it.”

you cried out, the sound sharp and high, and he groaned like it fed him, like every little sound you made was another thread snapping loose inside him.

his mouth stayed on you, precise and unrelenting, licking and sucking your clit with slow, deliberate pressure. your thighs tried to close, your body trembling hard, too much, it was too much and not enough and you needed him, needed.

“vic-!” your voice cracked, and you reached for him, fingers tugging at his curls as you arched off the bed. “i- i can’t,”

he growled softly against your cunt. “you can,” he said, voice dark and thick. “you will. cum for me, now.”

and when he sucked your clit again, hard, with that perfect flick of his tongue, you shattered.

the orgasm ripped through you like a wave, crashing and endless. your body convulsed, thighs quaking, mouth open in a scream that barely made it past your lips. every muscle seized and softened all at once, your vision blinking white as you came hard against his mouth, soaking his tongue, shaking like he’d reached inside your chest and turned you inside out.

he groaned as you fell apart, his hands gentle now, holding you through it, mouth still soft between your legs, kissing through the aftershocks like he wasn’t done worshipping you.

you gasped for air, barely able to form words, your hands trembling as you reached for him.

and victor moved over you slowly. eyes dark, mouth swollen, chin slick with you. he looked almost unhinged in his adoration, in the way he hovered over your wrecked body like he was still hungry.

his cock was hard and flushed against his stomach, and the look in his eyes told you he was holding back, just barely.

“look at you,” he whispered, brushing your hair from your damp forehead. “so fucked out already.”

you nodded faintly, tears clinging to your lashes and threatening to escape. “vic, please…”

he smiled then, something deeper, darker curling at the edges of his mouth.

“shhh,” he shushed, lining himself up with your soaked entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against your folds. “je vais te refaire…” his breath hitched, his lips ghosting over your cheek. “i’m gonna make you cum again.”

he pushed in slowly, and your body, already wrecked and pliant, welcomed him like you were made for him.

you gasped, back arching off the mattress as he filled you deep, thick and hot and perfect.

victor groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. “mon dieu… you feel like heaven…”

and then he started to move, slow and deep, a rhythm that felt like worship and possession all at once.your broken voice whispered his name again, and you felt the ache rising, again, again.

he moved inside you like he was claiming you all over again, each thrust deliberate, slow but merciless, like he was carving you into him with every inch, every press. his hips rolled forward with a quiet intensity that made your breath catch, the steady weight of him pressing deep and heavy, setting your nerves ablaze.

his hands gripped your waist tightly, fingers digging in like he was afraid you might slip away if he let go. “you’re mine,” he repeated, voice low and possessive, the words rolling off his tongue like a promise and a warning all at once.

your body trembled beneath him, slick and sensitive from the flood of pleasure and need, every nerve raw and alive. his lips found the curve of your neck, sucking and biting softly, leaving marks like tattoos, leaving proof that he was here, that you were his.

“don’t fight it,” he whispered into your skin, breath hot and uneven, “i want to feel you tremble under me.”

you gasped, every muscle clenched tight, hips arching up involuntarily to meet his thrusts. the slow, steady pounding was exquisite torture, a delicious pull that unraveled your control thread by thread.

“vic...” your voice cracked, barely a whisper, “please.”

he didn’t answer with words. instead, he sank deeper, his dick kissing your cervix, and with a low growl, he started to pick up the pace. deep, hard thrusts that rocked you, shaking you from the inside out.

your hands clutched at his broad shoulders, nails digging in as your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer like you could fuse your bodies together. the sound of skin slapping against skin, your gasps, his groans, they echoed in the room, a symphony of raw desire.

his mouth found yours then, crashing into your lips with a fierce hunger, tongue teasing and claiming, as if trying to swallow every part of you. the kiss was desperate, needy, as wild as the way he moved inside you.

“you’re breaking apart for me, baby,” he breathed against your lips, voice ragged and thick with want, “so fucking beautiful when you’re mine like this.”

each time he plunged into you, every hard, relentless thrust, pushed you closer to the edge. again and again and again, until your body was nothing but trembling, aching heat, riding the sharp edge of madness and bliss.

he was merciless. primal.

his hands tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough so he could watch every gasp, every shudder, every pleading glance. “you gonna cum for me again?” his voice was a growl now, dark and hungry.

you could barely nod, breath hitching as you felt the knot coil tight inside you again. victor held you through it, steady and sure, before pulling out slowly, still hard and aching, then thrusting back in with a force that stole your breath away.

“fuck,” he cursed, voice low and rough, “i’m not done with you yet.”his voice was a snarl threaded with velvet, low and dangerous against your skin as he fucked back into you, harder now, deeper, like he was carving something permanent into the center of your body. his hands didn’t let go of your hair, not even when you cried out, back arching under the weight of everything.

your nails dug helplessly into the sheets, trying to ground yourself, but he was everywhere. the heat of his breath against your ear, the stretch of him inside you, the possessive rhythm of his hips slamming into yours overwhelmed you.

“you hear that?” victor gritted out, voice trembling with restraint. “you’re so fucking wet for me. dripping all over me.” he gave another brutal thrust and you sobbed out a moan, walls fluttering around him as your orgasm danced just out of reach again, so close it hurt.

he leaned in, licking a slow, lazy stripe up the curve of your neck before he bit down, not hard, but firm enough to make you gasp. “i feel you,” he whispered, breath hot against your skin. “feel you gripping onto me. fuck, baby. you gonna come or do i have to take it from you?”

you were shaking now, body pushed to the brink. “i- please, victor-”

he growled low, feral, and shoved deeper. “no,” he said, voice tight. “not yet. you don’t cum till i say so.”

your cry cracked, your whole body trembling under him as he fucked you through it, every stroke ruthless, pulling you back just before you fell. your body was desperate for it, clenching, begging without words. the only sounds were your ragged breath, the slick slap of skin, the low curses spilling from victor’s lips in a tangle of french and hunger.

he pulled out again, leaving you aching and empty. his gaze was feral now, dark curls damp against his forehead, jaw clenched.

he slid back inside you in one slow, punishing push, bottoming out and staying there, watching the way your face twisted, broken and needy. he didn’t move yet, just held you down with a hand on your stomach, pressing into the soft curve of you where his cock stretched you out from the inside. “feel that?” he asked softly. “that’s mine.”

you nodded frantically, legs trembling as your walls fluttered around him, so close you could barely breathe.

he leaned in until your foreheads touched, voice ragged against your lips. “cum now, ma belle,” he whispered. “give it to me. all of it.”

and you did. it hit you like a tidal wave, fierce and wild. your whole body seized, cries pouring from your lips as you shattered beneath him, stars blinking behind your eyelids. your walls clenched so tight around him he groaned and swore through his teeth, hips stuttering before he spilled inside you, deep and hot and endless.

he held you like that, skin pressed to skin, his hand cradling the side of your face as your body trembled through the aftershocks.

“fuck,” he breathed, finally, forehead still resting against yours. “you’re everything.”

and then he kissed you, slow and aching and full of something far softer than his hands had been, something closer to love.

his breath was still ragged as he slowly pulled out, your body trembling beneath him, soft and sore and thoroughly undone. he moved gently now. so carefully it almost made you cry, like you were something sacred he’d handled too roughly. his hands cupped your thighs as he pressed one final kiss to the inside of your knee, then gathered you close, curling your body into his chest.

the heat between you was still there, but it had melted into something quieter, something warm and steady. his arms wrapped around you, holding you like he needed the feel of your heartbeat against his just to remember how to breathe.

“ma belle,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “i’m sorry.”

you blinked up at him, dazed and flushed, fingers curling into his chest. “for what?”

he paused, jaw tight, eyes dark and glistening under the low lamplight. “for being so rough. for the way i acted tonight. i lost control. i shouldn’t have let it get to me- i just…” he trailed off, brows pulling together as he shook his head, like he couldn’t find the right words. “seeing him with you, even just talking, it did something to me. and that’s not your fault.”

you leaned up slowly, brushing your lips over his in a featherlight kiss. “you didn’t hurt me,” you murmured, fingertips stroking the side of his jaw. “you never do. i wanted you. all of it. i always do.”

he still looked torn, like he was trying not to fall apart under the weight of it. “i know,” he said quietly. “but i shouldn’t get jealous like that. i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i don’t want to lose you.”

you softened completely, hand sliding to his cheek, tilting his face until he met your gaze. “you won’t,” you whispered, voice threaded with certainty. “i’m yours. no one else even comes close.”

his eyes closed, lashes brushing his cheeks as he let your words settle inside him. when they opened again, they were gentler. softer, raw with emotion.

“je t’aime,” he whispered, the words trembling out of him like a vow. “more than i know what to do with sometimes.”

you smiled, pressing your forehead to his. “then don’t do anything with it. just stay here. just hold me.”

and he did. he wrapped you in his arms like a promise, like he’d never let go. and in the hush between heartbeats, neither of you said anything more, because nothing needed to be said. not when love was written into every breath, every touch, every still-beating pulse beneath your skin.

#victor wembanyama #nba #nba imagine #wemby #wemby imagine #nba smut #wemby smut #victor wembanyama x reader #vicsstars

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beepingmemesauce2727 · 2 months ago

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Avengers: Doomsday cast revealed

The full(ish?) cast of Avengers: Doomsday has been revealed, and it looks like it will be the biggest MCU event since Endgame

The cast includes:

• Robert Downey Jr. as Victor Von Doom / Doctor Doom (duh)

• Chris Evans as Steve Rogers (maybe?)

• Chris Hemsworth as Thor

• Jeremy Renner as Clint Barton / Hawkeye (maybe?)

• Paul Rudd as Scott Lang / Ant-Man

• Tom Holland as Peter Parker / Spider-Man (maybe?)

• Benedict Cumberbatch as Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange (maybe?)

• Anthony Mackie as Sam Wilson / Captain America II

• Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

• Tom Hiddleston as Loki

• Hayley Atwell as Peggy Carter (maybe?)

• Letitia Wright as Shuri / Black Panther II

• Winston Duke as M'Baku

• Wyatt Russell as John Walker / U.S. Agent

• Danny Ramirez as Joaquin Torres / Falcon II

• Florence Pugh as Yelena Belova / Black Widow II

• David Harbour as Aleksei Shostakov / Red Guardian

• Hannah John-Kamen as Ava Starr / Ghost

• Simu Liu as Shang-Chi

• Sir Patrick Stewart as Charles Xavier / Professor X

• Tenoch Huerta Mejía as Namor the Sub-Mariner

• Kelsey Grammar as Hank McCoy / Beast

• Lewis Pullman as Bob Reynolds / The Sentry

• Pedro Pascal as Reed Richards / Mister Fantastic

• Vanessa Kirby as Sue Storm / Invisible Woman

• Joseph Quinn as Johnny Storm / Human Torch

• Ebon Moss-Bachrach as Ben Grimm / The Thing

• Sir Ian McKellen as Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

• James Marsden as Scott Summers / Cyclops

• Alan Cumming as Kurt Wagner / Nightcrawler

• Channing Tatum as Remy LeBeau / Gambit

• Rebecca Romijn as Raven Darkhölme / Mystique

So we're getting the Avengers, Fantastic Four, X-Men, and Thunderbolts fighting Doctor Doom all in the same movie

As a Marvel fan, this is a fucking wet dream, but as a movie fan, I'm cautiously optimistic

How the hell are they gonna juggle THIS many characters and still have a coherent plot?

We'll have to see, this could either be a REALLY damn good movie, or a complete fucking dumpster fire

Only time will tell...

On the other hand, at least we have an EXTREMELY talented cast lol

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quinny-trades · 3 months ago

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TRADE LIST

[Updated]

Dm me if you would like to trade!

[Will trade more than 1 boot at once =D ]

Video boots

Outsiders

Jordan Steve, Brody Pony [06/07]

La Jolla [??/??]

Preivew show [03/19]

Trevi Pony, Victor Soda, purple bev [10/01]

Trevi Pony [04/??]

Trevi Pony, Strobie Johnny [05/??]

OBC show [04/??] Mega

Full OBC [??/??] Mega

Strobie Pony [09/22]

Victor Darry [05/26]

Maggie Cherry [??/??]

Other

Parade (Brody Grant and Alex Grayson) [??/??]

Great Gatsby [??/??]

Alice by Heart [??/??]

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child [??/??]

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (West End Cast) [2018]

Newsies (West End) [??/??]

Beetlejuice [??/??]

Rent proshot [11/03]

Hadestown (Jordan Fisher) [11/24]

Little Shop of Horrors (Jeremy Jordan) [??/??]

Back to the Future (Daryl Tofa, Emma Pittman, Casey Likes) [??/??]

Cabaret (Eddie Redmayne) [01/??/22]

Audio Boots

Outsiders

Hailey Cherry [03/05]

Jpc Bob [02/28]

Barton Bob/Cop [01/14]

Cole Bob/Cop [02/21]

Daryl Dal [09/28]

Daryl Johnny [12/10]

Jpc Paul [01/19]

Jpc Soda [12/06]

Jpc Darry, Jordan Two-Bit [12/28]

Jpc Darry [12/27] Mega

Rj Bob/Cop [04/21]

Rj Paul [12/03] Mega

Kcso Paul [07/18]

Sg Cherry, Victor Soda [7/??]

Sg Cherry [??/??]

Wonza Dal, Maggie Cherry [06/29]

Henry Twobit, Daryl Dal, Strobie Johnny [08/16]

Trevi Pony [04/13]

Strobie Pony, Dan Soda, Ryo Paul, Andre Steve [10/13]

Strobie Pony, Victor Darry, Renni Twobit [??/??]

Melody Cherry [10/23]

Aramie Dallas [01/03]

Dan Soda, Victor Paul [05/11]

Maggie Cherry, Dan Soda [10/25]

Ryo Paul, Dan Soda [08/27]

Daryl Dally, Strobie Johnny [08/17]

Maggie Cherry [08/08]

Daryl Dallas, Jpc Soda [12/07]

Rj, Josh Boone, Maggie final show [01/26]

300th show, aramie booth [12/30]

OBC show [??/??] Mega

Unsure [06/20]

Aramie Dally, Victor Soda, Milena Ace, Jordan and Ryo Booth [02/16]

Davis Paul [02/19]

La Jolla [03/12]

Other

Hells Kitchen [??/??]

Dear Evan Hansen (Josh Strobl) [06/04]

Gypsy (Kevin Csolak) [02/21]

Scripts

Outsiders full play

Outsiders full musical

Outsiders full movie

Newsies full musical

West Side Story full musical

Tombstone 1993 full movie

TOPGUN 1986 full movie

TOPGUN Maverick full movie

Falsettos full musical

HPatCC full musical

The Lost Boys full movie

HPatPoA full movie

PLEASE DM ME FOR TRADES, ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE SOMETHING I DON'T.

Currently looking for

1. January 5th Outsiders full audio / boot [Melody Cherry, Aramie Dally, Jordan Ace, Renni Twobit]

2. Outsiders Cole Paul full audio / boot

3. Outsiders Aramie Two-Bit [rip Curtis table] full audio / boot

5. Aramies Little Brother Acapella

6. The one boot of Josh Strobl absolutely eating it when Josh Boone pushes him off the tire in GGaH

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dweemeister · 8 months ago

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Whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.

Born to a turbulent family on a Mississippi farm, James Earl Jones passed away today. He was ninety-three years old. Abandoned by his parents as a child and raised by a racist grandmother (although he later reconciled with his actor father and performed alongside him as an adult), the trauma of his childhood developed into a stutter that followed him through his primary school years – sometimes, his stutter was so debilitating, he could not speak at all. In high school, Jones found in an English teacher someone who found in him a talent for written expression, and encouraged him to write and recite poetry in class. He overcame his stutter by graduation, although the effects of it carried over for the remainder of his life.

Jones' most accomplished roles may have been on the Broadway stage, where he won three Tonys (twice winning Best Actor in a Play for originating the lead roles in 1969's The Great White Hope by Howard Sackler and 1987's Fences by August Wilson) and was considered one of the best Shakespearean actors of his time.

But his contributions to cinema left an impact on audiences, too. Jones received an Honorary Academy Award alongside makeup artist Dick Smith (1972's The Godfather, 1984's Amadeus) in 2011. From the end of Hollywood's Golden Age to the dawn of the summer Hollywood blockbuster in the 1970s to the present, Jones' presence – and his basso profundo voice – could scarcely be ignored. Though he could not sing like Paul Robeson nor had the looks of Sidney Poitier, his presence and command put him in league of both of his acting predecessors.

Ten of the films James Earl Jones appeared in, whether in-person or voice acting, follow (left-right, descending):

Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) – directed by Stanley Kubrick; also starring Peter Sellers, George C. Scott, Sterling Hayden, Keenan Wynn, and Slim Pickens

The Great White Hope (1970) – directed by Martin Ritt; also starring Jane Alexander, Chester Morris, Hal Holbrook Beah Richards, and Moses Gunn

Star Wars saga (1977-2019; A New Hope pictured) – multiple directors, as the voice of Darth Vader, also starring Mark Hamill, Harrison Ford, Carrie Fisher, Peter Cushing, Alec Guinness, Billy Dee Williams, Anthony Daniels, David Prowse, Kenny Baker, Peter Mayhew, and Frank Oz

Claudine (1974) – directed by John Berry; also starring Diahann Carroll, Lawrence Hilton-Jacobs, and Tamu Blackwell

Conan the Barbarian (1982) – directed by John Milius; also starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sandahl Bergman, Ben Davidson, Cassandra Gaviola, Gerry Lopez, Mako, Valerie Quennessen, William Smith, and Max von Sydow

Coming to America series (1988 and 2021; original pictured) – multiple directors; also starring Eddie Murphy, Arsenio Hall, John Amos, Madge Sinclair, Shari Headley, Jermaine Fowler, Leslie Jones, Tracy Morgan, and KiKi Layne

The Hunt for Red October (1990) – directed by John McTiernan; also starring Sean Connery, Alec Baldwin, Scott Glenn, and Sam Neill

The Sandlot (1993) – directed by David Mickey Evans; also staring Tom Guiry, Mike Vitar, Patrick Renna, Chauncey Leopardi, Marty York, Brandon Adams, Grant Gelt, Shane Obedzinski, Victor DiMattia, Denis Leary, and Karen Allen

The Lion King (1994) – directed by Roger Allers and Rob Minkoff, as the voice of Mufasa; also starring Jonathan Taylor Thomas, Matthew Broderick, Jeremy Irons, Moira Kelly, Niketa Calame, Ernie Sabella, Nathan Lane, and Robert Guillaume, Rowan Atkinson, Whoopi Goldberg, Cheech Marin, Jim Cummings, and Madge Sinclair

Field of Dreams (1989) – directed by Phil Alden Robinson; also starring Kevin Costner, Amy Madigan, Ray Liotta, and Burt Lancaster

#James Earl Jones #Dr. Strangelove #The Great White Hope #Star Wars #A New Hope #Claudine #Conan the Barbarian #Coming to America #The Hunt for Red October #The Sandlot #The Lion King #Field of Dreams #The Empire Strikes Back #Coming 2 America #Return of the Jedi #Darth Vader #Mufasa #Oscars #in memoriam

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theradicalscrivener · 7 months ago

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The Book of Morgan: "Tiddies" with a "D"

Jeremy insists that dudes have "tids". The "d" is important, but he seems to be fighting a losing battle with his bros. It's time to call in reinforcements - the quiet classmate with the huge leatherbound tome...

[First Chapter] || [Previous Chapter]

This wasn’t the first time that the professor had been late, and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. It was only five minutes past the bell and there was already That Guy reminding the rest of the class that if the professor wasn’t there by the fifteen-minute mark, they were legally allowed to ditch class for the day. Jeremy, however, wasn’t paying any attention to That Guy. He and his pals were already embroiled in a debate.

“For all the time I spend at the gym, you’d think I’d have anything to show for it!” Jeremy whined.

“You look fine to me,” Charlie said.

“You trying to bulk up?” Victor asked.

“I don’t want to get like, yoked, but I wouldn’t say no to a little meat, you know?” Jeremy said, gesturing to his chest.

“So, you want some tits?” Charlie asked.

“Not tits! Pecs!” Jeremy protested.

“Titties,” Victor teased.

“Tid-DEES! With a D! The D is important!” Jeremy corrected.

“The D is very important,” Charlie said playfully. He held up a hand for a fist-bump – a gesture which Victor quickly took him up on.

“Not to sound vain, but… like… I think my ass looks kinda nice.” Jeremy began to explain.

“Agreed,” Charlie said with a whistle. Victor nodded appreciatively as well.

“I just kinda want to round it out with a nice upper body,” Jeremy explained.

“So, tits,” Charlie said with a sage nod.

“Not tits!” Jeremy protested.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” Charlie and Victor chanted.

“Unbelievable!” Jeremy whined. His two friends were continuing their chant which had garnered a few curious glances from the rest of the class, but Jeremy was trying to tune them out.

Jeremy turned to the guy who was sitting at the desk next to his. The guy was seemingly oblivious to the debate that raged at the next table over. He was staring down into a massive, leatherbound tome as if he was cramming for a final. Jeremy leaned over and tapped the guy on the shoulder.

“Hey. Hey. Poll time,” Jeremy said as he repeatedly tapped the guy’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” Morgan said groggily as he looked up from his book.

“We’re having a… uh… debate. A conversation. A dude with a big chest. That’s not tits, right?” Jeremy asked.

Morgan started at him for a moment and tilted his head to the side slightly as if thinking it over. “Do you want it to be tits?” he asked.

“What? I mean. That’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy stammered.

“He wants a fat rack!” Charlie teased.

“Tits! Tits! Tits!” Victor chanted.

“Not tits!” Jeremy shouted.

Morgan eyed the guy up and down and nodded. “You’d look good with them,” he said.

“W-what? T-that’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy protested.

“He wants a nice rack to match his fat ass!” Charlie teased.

Morgan eyed Jeremy up and down and then gave a nod of appreciation. “That sounds like a lot of fun!” he said and gave a quick wave of his hand.

“T-that’s not what we’re talking about!” Jeremy protested again, but before he could complain further – or even really process the weird hand motion Morgan had made – the professor came barreling through the door like a whirlwind.

“Ok, class. We’re already ten minutes behind schedule. Get your books out and be ready to learn. We’ll have to go fast to make up for lost time!” The professor announced to the class.

There were audible grumbles throughout the class as the various friend groups broke from their conversations and returned to their seats to begin the class. Charlie and Victor quickly scurried to their assigned seats, leaving Jeremy alone at his desk with only his textbook for company.

The professor quickly settled into the rhythm of the lecture and rattled off facts and figures while occasionally swapping slides on the projector. Meanwhile, Jeremy tried his best to take notes, but he just wasn’t feeling it. His mind kept drifting back to the conversation from earlier. He went to the gym regularly. He did all the chest-based exercises he could think of! Bench presses, flies, pec decks – you name it, he did it, but still, his chest was as flat as a board.

Jeremy’s hand slipped towards his chest and did a quick pass along where his pecs would be. He wasn’t really sure why he did it. He wasn’t even sure if he was fully aware that he had done it. It was some subconscious tick. It was as if something in the back of his mind needed to check and make sure that he was still flatter than Kansas.

Oddly enough… there was a bit of give as his hand brushed across his chest.

Jeremy balked. His brow furrowed as he tried to parse what he was feeling. His chest had a bit of shape to it, but it didn’t feel like firm muscle. It didn’t feel bad, though…

Jeremy glanced around the room to make sure no one else was watching. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt like this warranted further study. Once the coast was clear, he slipped a hand under the lower hem of his shirt and tried to discretely get a feel for the bare skin of his now soft chest.

There was definitely mass there. It felt strange and yet somehow natural. He silently chastised himself. Why was he shocked? He should be used to this by now. Some dudes develop breasts. It happens. Fortunately, his were small. They were barely noticeable. His small bosom fit nicely in the palm of his hand almost as if he was trying to use a fleshy computer mouse.

“Is everything alright?” The professor asked, interrupting the lecture mid-slide to address Jeremy.

Everyone in the class turned to stare at Jeremy as he had a hand up his shirt and squeezing his boob.

“Huh? Oh. Just had an itch…” Jeremy murmured awkwardly.

Jeremy pulled his hand out from under his shirt and tried to play it casual, but it was clear that at least a few of his classmates had seen what he was up to. Victor and Charlie in particular were having a laugh at his expense.

“He can’t keep his hands off of them,” Victor said with a chuckle.

“Can you blame him? If I had a rack like that, I’d be playing with them all day!” Charlie cheered.

Jeremy raised a hand to his mouth to form a partition to block the professor’s line of sight to his lips and hissed across the room to his pals, “they aren’t tits!”

“Whatever, dude,” Charlie said, rolling his eyes dramatically for emphasis.

Jeremy grimaced at his pal’s antics, but for the time being, the heat seemed to be off of him. The professor had returned to the lecture, and Charlie and Victor seemed to be making a passable effort to take notes. Jeremy, however, couldn’t focus on the class. His mind kept drifting towards the supple mounds that pressed against the front of his shirt.

Jeremy fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat. He should have worn a bigger shirt. What was he thinking wearing this old thing? It was a miracle he got it on in the first place. His boobs were straining so hard against the front that the screen-printed logo was stretched beyond recognition. Not to mention, the pressure on his chest hurt!

Jeremy glanced around the class. There were a few girls in the class, and they all ran the gamut of gland size. There were a few girls with small bumps, and one or two with an impressive rack, but none of them came close to the sweater puppies that Jeremy was sporting. It didn’t even seem right to call them sweater puppies. These were at minimum sweater pit bulls and rapidly approaching great Danes.

The fabric of his shirt strained audibly against the weight of his pair of basketball-sized bazongas. Again, he wondered why he thought he could wear this shirt. His rack was far too large for it! He should just take it off before his jugs burst through like the Kool-Aid man!

Jeremy sat there for a moment and pondered it. Should he just take it off and be done with it? Sure, he was a guy, and guys often went shirtless, but he was in the middle of class! How would he explain it to the professor! ‘Oh, yeah. My fat horkers were getting sweaty and needed some air.’ There was no way the professor would go for that.

While Jeremy ran over the situations in his head, he subconsciously shifted in his seat. His thighs felt cramped in the tiny desk, and that wasn’t entirely due to the size of his ass. His fat cock had chubbed up. Something about feeling his huge boobs straining against his shirt got him hot and bothered. His thick dick strained against the fabric of his shorts. The head of his huge cock poked out past the hem of his pant leg.

Jeremy winced. It was starting to hurt. Why had he worn such tight shorts? Why had he worn such a tight shirt? He should have just skipped it and worn nothing at all! Plenty of other guys around here did it. After guys reach a certain size, they just stop caring about clothes. Jeremy, had been trying to hide from the truth, but it was obvious to anyone that looked at him that he was definitely a hyper guy… Well… it was obvious that he was hyper, but maybe not so obvious that he was a guy.

Jerey couldn’t stand it anymore. His tits hurt! This shirt was a terrible fit, and he needed to be rid of it.

Jeremy reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt and then groaned audibly as he tugged the garment up and over his head. It was tough to get started, but once the shirt went past his rack, the rest was easy.

Jeremy’s huge tits landed with a reverberating thud against the desktop. His massive mammaries were each the size of a watermelon. His rack was so huge that it spilled over the sides of the tiny schoolroom desk.

“Is everything alright back there?” The professor asked.

“Uh… yeah…. Just stretching,” Jeremy replied. He tried his hardest to play it cool, but he felt awkward and exposed, but why? It was common for guys to go topless, and that went double for guys like him who were too huge for clothes to be practical. Although, Jeremy felt a little weird that the side of his pant leg had split while he was straining to pull off his t-shirt. He wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“We really need to get you a bigger desk… maintenance was supposed to do that weeks ago…” the professor muttered.

Jeremy could feel his face burning bright red. He knew that he shouldn’t feel embarrassed. There were guys that were just huge. It was natural, and he couldn’t help it. The school was supposed to take steps to accommodate students like him, but that didn’t stop it from feeling silly and a bit embarrassing that he was too large for the standard desks.

It wasn’t just his huge tits. His thighs too were too wide for the standard seats, and his huge cock was so fat that folding the desktop over squished down on his dick. It was only thanks to the weight of his enormous tits that the desktop was able to stay closed, but that, of course, meant that there was no available desk space for him to actually use. Honestly, he was better off not using the desk at all.

“Uh… if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just stand,” Jeremy said.

“Very well,” the professor replied and gestured to a spot at the front of the room next to the podium.

Jeremy glanced around the room. Was there really nowhere else? Not really… the back row of desks were nearly flush with the wall, and the aisles between desks were so narrow that Jeremy’s voluptuous girth tended to smack into the other students whenever he tried to make his way up and down the aisles. Honestly, it was silly that it had taken him this long into the semester to give up on the desk altogether. He should have just started standing the very first day of class when he realized he was too wide for the aisles, let alone the seats!

As Jeremy got up from his seat, the fabric of his over-stuffed shorts caught on the hinge of the folding desktop causing the garment to pull away from his body as he stood. A loud, rending noise split the air as his pants were torn clean from his body leaving him completely nude from ankles to ears.

Jeremy glanced down at his nude form, but all he could see was his tits. His rack was so huge that it filled his entire field of view, but even though his pumpkin-sized boulders blocked his line of sight, he had checked himself out in the mirror plenty of times in the past. He knew what he looked like. He knew he had shapely hips and a big, round, full moon of an ass. He knew that his massive nuts, which were every bit as big as his boobs, now hung down past his knees. He knew that his fat cock, which was almost as big around as his midriff, draped over his massive nuts and dangled towards his ankles – or at least it would if he wasn’t sporting a semi!

Jeremy had to shimmy sideways up the aisle to reach the front of the room. His big, bubbly butt bumped against students on one side and his humongous tits and gigantic, semi-boned cock slapped against students on the other. Jeremy felt a bit embarrassed, but no one seemed to be actively trying to get out of the way. They were all used to this by now.

Eventually, Jeremy reached the front of the class and took his spot next to the podium. The professor gave him a nod and then returned to droning on about whatever topic they were trying to cover today, but Jeremy couldn’t focus. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was standing bare-assed naked in front of the entire class! He shouldn’t feel weird about this! He was pretty much always naked! He was too big for clothes! Yet, despite the knowledge that this should be normal for him, he was leaking like a sieve from multiple spots. His rock-hard cock was of course leaking pre, but his massive milkers also had a steady stream!

Jeremy was so hot and bothered that he wasn’t thinking clearly. All he could think of was how good he felt. His tits in particular were incredibly sensitive. It was as if his nips had the same sensitivity his cock did after an intense climax. The way that milk flowed from them felt a lot like how his softening cock felt as post-climax cum oozed out the tip.

As he stood there basking in the blissful sensations coursing through his cock and tits, a thought crept into his head. What did his milk taste like? Had he really never tried to drink from the tap? How long had it been since they had first developed? Surely, he had to have taken a sip at some point in the past! But he couldn’t recall…

He needed to remedy this.

Jeremy reached down and gripped one of his fat nips in his hand. The swollen nipple was so huge that it was like trying to grip a coke can except that his nip was soft and squishy instead of cold and hard.

A shudder of bliss ran up his spine as he clenched his fist around his nip. His cock gave a lurch of delight causing a spray of pre to arc out over the classroom.

Why did it feel so good? Had it always felt so good? Surely, he must have done this before, right!? There’s no way he’d gone this long without trying to milk his own teat! Still, the novelty of the situation aside, Jeremy needed to know how it tasted.

Jeremy wrapped a hand around each thick, swollen nip. A shudder of arousal coursed through his body as his hands clenched down. His nips were so incredibly sensitive, it was almost as if he was stroking two thick cocks! His nips were so fat that they were as thick as coke cans and nearly as long, but they were far, far softer. The supple, squishy flesh of his nipples felt fantastic in his hands.

As he gave his nips an experimental tug, his cock gave a hard lurch of delight. Pre sprayed from the tip of his fully-boned cock and a thick spurt of warm milk erupted from his teats. The pleasure was nearly overpowering. His entire body shuddered. His head felt fuzzy. His legs felt like rubber. He nearly collapsed right then and there! But he managed to hold it together.

Jeremy took a moment to steady his breathing. He had nearly creamed himself right in front of the class. There were a few of his classmates that were eyeing him intently. They seemed to be enjoying what they saw, but for the most part, his classmates didn’t seem too surprised by his erotic display, and why would they? They had seen this plenty of times before. Guys like him couldn’t help themselves. His huge, fat nuts were constantly churning out spunk. His gigantic, heavy tits were constantly pumping out milk. He had to drain it constantly to keep ahead of it.

Jeremy’s head felt fuzzy, but this time it wasn’t the intensity of his arousal or the haze of hormones. How many times had he done this? It had to be several at this point… and yet… he couldn’t recall what his own milk tasted like. There was no way he had gone this long without trying it out, and yet… the memories just weren’t there.

Jeremy couldn’t generate the brain power to ponder it too hard. He was just too horny, and it wasn’t like it was a problem that couldn’t be solved with a little hard work and dedication.

Jeremy stared down at his huge tits. Either massive mammary was easily the sized of a yoga ball. There was no way he could easily reach his nips to his lips to suck straight from the tap. His tits were just way too large for that, and the thick, spherical shape didn’t lend itself to being able to fold back on itself like he could do with his cock. Still, even though he couldn’t drink straight from the tap, he wasn’t without his tricks.

Jeremy let go of one of his nips. He cupped a hand in front of his tit and gripped his fat nip in his other hand. He shuddered and moaned as he gripped and squeezed and stroked. He was spurting milk almost the second his hand touched the sensitive flesh of his over-stimulated nipple. By the time he began stroking in earnest he was spraying like a firehose.

He grabbed a handful of the warm, thick liquid as best he could. He lifted his cupped palm to his mouth and took a deep drink. It tasted fantastic. It was warm and creamy with just a hint of sweetness. Did girl’s milk taste this good? He couldn’t tell. He hadn’t drunk any since he was an infant, and even then, it may just have been formula.

Jeremy finished his handful of milk and let out a contented sigh. Somehow, drinking his own blend just made him even hornier than before. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, and his nips were even more sensitive than they had been just moments before. He needed more. He needed relief both from his tits and his nuts, and he had just the idea of how to handle both.

He once more reached down and gripped his fat nips. Milk sprayed from his tits as he did so, but he powered through it and didn’t surrender to bliss… not yet anyway.

He pulled his tits aside, giving enough space between his huge horkers to allow his massive, thick rod to stand at its full upright and locked position directly between his two dirty pillows.

Jeremy stared in awe. His cock was so huge that it was almost as thick as his waist. The tip of his dick now stood eye level. When had it gotten so huge?

Even as the question rattled around in his head, he knew how silly it was. It had been that way for ages… and yet… if it was so huge and his tits were so fat, why hadn’t he done this yet?

Whatever the case, there was no time like the present. Jeremy wanted desperately to feel his own fat cock smothered between his two huge tits. Jeremy grabbed a huge handful of supple flesh and mashed his heavy tits together. The warm, soft, supple flesh pressed down around his thick, rigid shaft.

His tits were so huge that they more than filled his hands. They more than filled his arms! The combined mass of his enormous rack was the size of a bean bag couch! He had to use the entirety of his arms just to move the immense mass of his enormous tits up and down along his massive cock.

Jeremy’s entire body shuddered. His dick bucked and lurched with each stroke of his tits along his rigid shaft. It felt so fantastic that he wanted to make it last as long as possible, but he was already drenched, and it wasn’t just sweat. Pre was flowing freely from the tip of his cock like water from a faucet. Milk was spraying from his tits with each stroke and squeeze. There was a standing pool of fluid in the classroom easily up to his ankles of just pre and milk! And yet, things were about to get much messier.

Jeremy moaned and writhed in ecstasy as he put on his lewd show for the entire class. Was the professor still teaching? Or had class been completely put on hold so everyone could soak up Jeremy’s erotic display. Jeremy didn’t know nor could he spare the brainpower to care. All he knew was he was horny as hell and felt like he could blow at any second. He struggled to keep his load down, but his cock felt so fantastic that it was taking every ounce of his willpower to keep from blasting rope all over the desks. This, coupled with his orgasmic sensation of milk erupting from his nipples left him barely hanging on. His whole body trembled. His cock bucked and lurched. His puffed-up cockhead flared further with each lurch.

Jeremy knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. He staggered back and braced himself against the whiteboard. As he did so, a bright light flashed directly in his face. He was now directly in the path of the projector. If he wasn’t the main attraction already, he sure was now. Anyone trying to take notes now had to contend with Jeremy’s big, buxom body blocking the slides.

Jeremy’s body shuddered. His muscles flexed. His nuts tensed. His cock gave one last, hard lurch, and then the shooting began. A huge, thick spurt of cum erupted from his cock like steam from a geyser. He came, again and again. Cum spewed forth from his cock. Milk spewed forth from his tits. All the while, Jeremy was so overloaded with orgasmic bliss that he couldn’t even form a coherent thought. It felt so good. Why did it feel so good? Had it always felt this good? Was this his life now? Cumming from a cock the size of a battering ram and spraying from two coke-can-sized nips with each climax? This was heaven!

All good things come to an end, however, and eventually, even Jeremy’s pumpkin-sized stones had been drained of spunk. Even his tits felt raw from being so thoroughly tapped. His cock gave a few last spurts of cum before it began to steadily droop and soften.

Jeremy’s energy was completely spent. He no longer had the strength to remain upright. His slowly slid down the wall until his bare booty splashed down in the puddle of milk and spunk.

Everything felt so weird. He felt so fantastic that it didn’t seem possible. He was sure he had cum many times in the past, but he didn’t remember the afterglow being so overpowering. He could barely even remember his own name. All he really knew was that he felt fantastic. The last bits of cum seeped out the tip of his softening cock. Milk dribbled from his thick nips. His whole body felt so sensitive that even the air from the AC tickled him like feathers.

As Jeremy sat there at the front of class, he slowly became aware of movement from the seats. Was class over already? How long had he been jerking it? How long had he been passed out? He couldn’t tell. Time made no sense to him. He wasn’t even sure if anything around him was real or not. The figures moving around him seemed fuzzy and distant. He could sort of make out the sound of his friend’s bickering, but his brain was so addled from the orgasm and the afterglow that they felt like they were miles away.

There was one voice that cut through the fog.

Jeremy looked up and noticed that despite how hazy everything looked and felt, he could see one figure clear as day. The guy’s wide-brimmed, conical hat, short jacket, and shorter shorts made for quite the alluring silhouette.

The figure stepped forward and knelt down beside Jeremy. There was a huge, pleasant grin on his face. He was so cute that Jeremy’s dick began to stir to life once more. Blood rushed to Jeremy’s face causing his already flushed cheeks to turn another shade redder.

“You were right. That was a lot of fun!” Morgan cheered.

Jeremy muttered something unintelligible in reply. Even had he had the strength to muster a coherent response, he didn’t have the brain power. He felt like he was drifting between dreams. He couldn’t quite piece together his memories. All he really knew was that this body was his.

A goofy smirk played at the corner of Jeremy’s lips. His massive nuts filled his lap. His huge, soft cock draped over his nuts and laid along the floor in front of him. His massive, heavy tits rested solidly on top of his oversized bait and tackle. It felt so good being huge.

He could get used to this… not that he needed to get used to it. After all, he had always been this way.

[First Chapter] || [Previous Chapter]

#hyper #hyper cock #gay #breast expansion #cock growth #story tag

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u6is · 2 months ago

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f2f

You couldn't let go of Victor enough. That was why you'd done this, why you'd let Jeremy fuck you in his car outside the very place where Victor was likely still celebrating.

"i fuck him cause i miss you"

—jeremy sochan x reader: smut

The stadium lights had barely dimmed, and the roar of the crowd was still reverberating in your ears as you reluctantly made your way to the post-game party.

The Spurs had just scored a victory so epic that it felt like the city itself had won. Every face was painted with a grin, every voice raised in jovial chatter. Normally, you would have been thrilled to be part of this electric atmosphere, but tonight was different. Tonight, the very reason for your hesitation would be the center of attention: Victor Wembanyama.

Back when Victor was still climbing the ranks of basketball stardom, you shared a fiery romance that ended in a messy breakup. Years had passed, and you had moved on, but the thought of facing him in such a public setting sent a shiver down your spine.

You had been invited by a mutual friend. Despite the awkwardness, you agreed to go because ever since you were a kid, you had been supporting this beautiful team.

The Spurs were more than just a bunch of players to you; they were a symbol of unity, resilience, and hope. You had grown up watching their games, cheering them on through the highs and lows, and this victory was something you couldn't miss out on.

As you pushed through the throngs of people, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his presence, like a looming shadow cast by his towering frame and the glitz of his celebrity status.

Everything was going nicer than you could have imagined. The music was just the right volume, the drinks were cold, and the conversations were easy. You couldn't help but let your guard down and truly enjoy the party. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Victor casting a few glances in your direction. At first, you dismissed it as coincidence, but as the night went on, the frequency of his glances grew, and you began to feel a flutter in your stomach.

You tried to keep your eyes on your own group of friends, but every now and then, your gaze would drift to where Victor stood, his eyes always seeming to lock onto yours for a brief moment before quickly looking away. The tension was palpable, but no one else seemed to notice the silent dance you two were engaged in across the crowded room. His teammates were busy celebrating, leaving him to his own devices, which mostly consisted of nursing a drink and watching the party unfold around him.

As night progressed, the crowd grew wilder. Celebrities who were die-hard Spurs fans had started to arrive, adding an extra layer of glamour and chaos to the mix. You spotted a few Hollywood A-listers mingling with the players, their laughter echoing off the walls.

Players you had only ever seen in their jerseys were scattered around the venue in casual attire, Stephon face flushed with excitement and alcohol. Devin were taking selfies, and sipping on his drink, David eyes gleaming with the same energy that had propelled them to victory on the court. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the sweet aroma of victory.

Then, amidst the chaos, Jeremy Sochan, Victor's closest teammate, approached your circle. His infectious smile was a beacon in the sea of faces, and before you knew it, he was slapping high-fives and exchanging laughs with your friends. You had met Jeremy a few times before, and he had always been friendly, but tonight, he was especially buoyant. His eyes sparkled with the joy of the win and the thrill of the night.

As the party buzzed around you, laughter and music filling the space, Jeremy leaned in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper just above the noise.

"Hey, it’s been a while… and you’re still just as pretty as ever."

You felt your heart skip.

A reaction you weren’t sure was for him or for the weight his words carried. Jeremy had always been charming, always had that easy confidence, but tonight, with the heat of his gaze on you, something felt different.

Maybe it was the drinks lowering your guard, or maybe it was the way Victor stood just a few feet away, his presence lingering like a ghost.

You shouldn’t be thinking about him.

You shouldn’t be comparing the warmth of Jeremy’s attention to the way Victor used to look at you.

But as Jeremy’s gaze lingered, warm and inviting, and Victor just within reach yet miles away, you let yourself enjoy it.

Just for a moment.

As the party wound down, the music grew softer, the lights dimmer. Jeremy had his arm around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving the comfort of familiarity.

And somehow, before you even realized it, you were leaving with Jeremy, his hand wrapped around yours, steady and sure. Maybe it was the drinks that led you here...or maybe it was something else entirely.

The whiskey had a way of smoothing the edges of reality, making the world a softer, more forgiving place. Or maybe it was the desire to escape the ghostly shadow of Victor that had been haunting you all night.

As you stepped into the cool night air, the reality of the situation began to set in. You were leaving with someone else, someone who wasn't Victor, and that realization hit you like a cold shower. But Jeremy's hand was warm, his grip firm and reassuring, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill as he opened the door to his sleek sports car and helped you inside.

Once the door was shut, you didn't waste a second. You leaned in, and Jeremy met you halfway, his lips pressing against yours with a hunger that surprised you. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, and you found yourself moaning, the sound muffled by his insistent kisses. It had been so long since you'd felt this kind of heat, this kind of passion, and it was intoxicating. You didn't bother to hide your desire as you tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, the fabric of his shirt bunching under your fingers.

Jeremy's touch was gentle yet firm, exploring your body as if it were a map he had studied for years but never quite dared to touch. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the thrill of the moment, but you didn't care. You had been starved for this kind of connection, and you were going to revel in it.

The kiss grew hotter, his hands roaming down to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The leather seats of the car creaked under your weight, and you felt a rush of heat between your legs as you straddled him. Your skirt rode up, and you didn't bother to adjust it, the thrill of exposure adding to the intensity of the moment. Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles shift beneath his shirt, a reminder of the athlete's body beneath.

Jeremy's hands moved up your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath the hem of your panties. You gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He broke the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark and hungry.

"Is this what you want?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You nodded, breathless, and the words tumbled from your mouth,

"Yes, Jeremy, I want this."

The fire in his eyes grew brighter, and he didn't waste any more time. He grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you back down to him as he claimed your mouth once more. His tongue danced with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. You felt his hands slide under your shirt, his rough palms gliding over your bare skin, sending goosebumps down your spine.

Your breath hitched as he unhooked your bra with surprising deftness, freeing your breasts. He took one in his hand, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. You whimpered into his mouth, your body arching towards him. He took the hint and pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside without a care in the world. His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving a hot path of kisses and nibbles that made you shiver with excitement.

His other hand slipped between your legs, the pressure of his fingers on your clit making you squirm with need. You were soaking wet, and he didn't even bother to hide his groan of satisfaction as he felt how ready you were. He slid a finger inside you, and you moaned, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. His movements grew more urgent, his finger curling inside you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. You could feel an orgasm building, the pressure coiling in your stomach, tightening your muscles around him.

The world outside the car faded away, and all that existed was the two of you, your bodies entwined, the sound of your muffled moans and the occasional cheer from a passing fan.

You didn't care.

All you cared about was the way Jeremy's hand felt, the way his tongue tasted, the way his breath hitched when you ground down on his fingers.

You could feel his erection straining against the fabric of his pants, and the thought of having him inside you made you wetter. You reached down, fumbling with his zipper, and he groaned as you freed him. Your hand wrapped around his thick length, stroking him with the same urgency he had used on you. He was hot and velvety in your grip, and you couldn't wait to feel him fill you up.

With a growl, Jeremy lifted you off his lap and repositioned you in the passenger seat, pushing your legs apart. He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed down your neck, his tongue tracing the line of your collarbone. You could feel his cock pressing against your thigh, and you knew he was just as eager as you were. His hand found your panties once more, sliding them down your legs, exposing you to the cool night air. You didn't care about the risk, about who might see, all that mattered was the heat building between your legs, the desperate need to have him inside you.

His fingers found your slick folds again, and he began to rub your clit in slow, torturous circles, his eyes never leaving yours. You could see the desire in his gaze, the way it burned with an intensity that was almost frightening. His thumb slid over the sensitive bud, and you bit your lip to keep from screaming. You could feel the orgasm building, your hips rising to meet his touch, your entire body begging for release.

And then, with a swift movement, he was inside you. You gasped as he filled you, stretching you in the most delicious way. The car rocked slightly with the force of his thrusts, and you had to grip the seat to keep from falling off. It was fast, it was raw, it was everything you hadn't known you needed. His hands were everywhere, holding you down, caressing your breasts, gripping your hips, urging you to meet him, to take all of him.

Your moans grew louder, matching the rhythm of his movements. You couldn't believe this was happening, that you were here with Jeremy Sochan and he was fucking you like you were the only woman in the world. The thought made you wetter, made you want to come even harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on with every gasp and whine that escaped your lips.

But as the pleasure grew...

You realized that you were only doing this because you missed Victor, because his absence was a constant ache in your chest that you had been trying to fill with anything else. Jeremy was just a stand-in, a way to distract yourself from the pain of watching the man you loved celebrate with everyone else. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to block out the sight of Victor's face, but his image was burned into the back of your eyelids, a stark reminder of what you were doing.

With every stroke of Jeremy's cock, your mind raced back to Victor, the way he used to fill you so completely, the way his eyes would darken with passion as he took you.

Your cunt tightened around Jeremy's shaft, as if it was trying to hold on to the ghost of Victor. The pleasure was intense, a mix of the physical and the emotional, a bittersweet symphony playing out in the most intimate part of your body.

"Jeremy..."

And for a split second, you imagined it was Victor's face above you, his eyes filled with the same hunger that Jeremy's were. It was wrong, you knew it, but the feeling was undeniable, a betrayal and a release all rolled into one.

Jeremy's hands were rough on your skin, leaving trails of fire wherever he touched. He kissed you hard, his teeth scraping against your lower lip as he picked up the pace. You could feel his muscles strain, the power behind each thrust. His breathing grew ragged, and you knew he was close.

You reached down, your hand joining his, and together, you worked your clit, the friction making the pleasure almost unbearable.

"Fuck…" he groaned, eyes dark with hunger as he watched his cock disappear into you, over and over, slick and stretched around him. The filthy sight of it, the way you gripped him so perfectly, had his head spinning.

"Look at you," he rasped, voice thick with desire. "Letting me ruin you like this."

My friend's ex, wrapped around my cock, taking every inch. The thought alone sent a wicked thrill down his spine, and he thrust deeper, harder, chasing the heat that neither of you should've been craving but neither of you could stop.

With a gasp, you felt yourself start to come apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You tightened around him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you screamed his name. The car windows fogged up, your moans intertwining with the distant cheers of the crowd still echoing from the party inside.

Jeremy's eyes never left yours as he watched you come, his own release building. His hips snapped upward, and he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his seed. The intensity of it made your toes curl, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek.

As the aftermath settled, Jeremy pulled out and leaned back in his seat, panting. He looked at you with a mix of satisfaction and confusion, as if he hadn't expected the raw emotion that had just played out between you. You quickly adjusted your clothes, avoiding his gaze as you did so.

You couldn't let go of Victor enough. That was why you'd done this, why you'd let Jeremy fuck you in his car outside the very place where Victor was likely still celebrating. You missed Victor's touch, his smell, and the way his voice made you feel alive. And here you were, with his best friend, seeking comfort in his arms because you were too much of a coward to face the truth of what you'd lost.

The taste of Jeremy's kiss lingered on your lips, but it was Victor's name you whispered against his skin as you came down from your high.

You didn't love Jeremy, and you knew he didn't love you.

This was just two people caught in the crossfire of their own pain, trying to find solace in the wrong place.

this fic is heavily inspired by SZA's song F2F. lol, don’t hate me <3

i want to create a part 2 ^^ this time from both victor's and the reader's points of view heheh

#Sochan is being a little devil in here #jeremy sochan #jeremy sochan x reader #wemby mentioned #victor wembanyama #jeremy sochan smut

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thevalancegirl · 2 years ago

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Bootleg Hunting

I’m looking for bootlegs! I was wondering if anyone has any bootlegs of the following shows with the following casts. There are so many shows with casts I want to see but sadly never got the chance to. I’d love if anyone has any! All bootlegs must be on drive or youtube since that’s how I like to watch them.

Sweeney Todd

-Aaron Tveit as Sweeney Todd, Sutton Foster as Mrs. Lovett, and Joe Locke as Tobias

-Jeanne De Waal as Mrs. Lovett

Moulin Rouge

-Derek Klena as Christian and Jojo as Satine

-Aaron Tveit as Christian and Jojo as Satine

-Casey Cott as Christian and Courtney Reed as Satine

-Derek Klena as Christian and Courtney Reed as Satine

Hadestown

-Original Broadway Cast

-Lola Tung as Eurydice and Jordan Fisher as Orpheus

Jagged Little Pill

-First national tour original cast

Dear Evan Hansen

-Gaten Matarazzo as Jared

Mean Girls

-Original Broadway cast

-Reneé Rapp as Regina George

Frozen

-Ryan McCartan as Hans

The Great Gatsby

-2023 Paper Mill Playhouse with Jeremy Jordan and Eva Noblezada

-Original Broadway Cast

-Ryan Mccartan as Jay Gatsby

Gutenburg!

-Josh Gad and Andrew Rannells (Broadway 2023/24)

Chicago

-Ariana Madix as Roxie and Robyn Hurder as Velma

Back to the Future

-Casey Likes as Marty McFly

The Outsiders

-Original Broadway Cast

-Pre-Broadway

The Great Gatsby

-Paper Mill Playhouse

-Original Broadway Cast

-Victor’s Sodapop debut

Sunset Boulevard

-Obc

#broadway bootlegs #broadway #musical theater #sweeney todd #moulin rouge! the musical #jagged little pill musical #jagged little pill tour #dear evan hansen #mean girls musical #frozen the musical #aaron tveit #casey cott #courtney reed #casey cott and courtney reed #gaten matarazzo #renee rapp

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orain1 · 4 months ago

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Hello! My name is Rain, and I'm 20 years old. I'm currently seeking someone around the same age who is interested in roleplaying, specifically ship roleplays featuring my original character. I am open to double-ups for fandom roleplays if that is your preference! I’m also down for ocxoc roleplays!

Requirements:

- Must be 18+: For comfort and maturity, I prefer to roleplay with those who are 18 or older.

- Literacy: I’m looking for semi-literate to literate roleplayers—no one-liners, please.

I will only roleplay with people who roleplay in 3rd person.

- Activity: I understand people have busy lives, but I appreciate communication if you’ll be unavailable for a period of time.

- Friendly: I like building friendships with the people I roleplay with, so let’s keep things fun and friendly!

-Ocs: Must have a real face claim. I am as well looking for a decent amount of information.

For ocxoc I’m looking for a m character in the same age range as mine. Late teen to early 20s.

Fandoms I’m Interested In:

Here are the shows and movies I’m currently interested in roleplaying. The characters I’m looking for are in parentheses, and the ones I can play are in brackets. Ones I’m really wanting to do will have stars next to them.

- That 70s Show (Eric or Hyde) [any character]

- IT 2017 (Patrick, Victor, or Stanley) [All teen characters] ⭐️

- Stranger Things (Eddie, Steve, Mike, Jonathan) [All teen characters]

- The Society (Campbell or Gordie) [All characters]

- Heartbreak High (Spider) [All characters]

- Gilmore Girls (Logan, Jess, Finn, or Dave) [Rory, Lorelai, Sookie, Lane, Jess, or Dave]

- Maze Runner (Newt, Thomas, Minho) [Any character]

- House of Anubis (Jerome) [Any character] ⭐️

- Harry Potter (Fred or George?) [any character from golden trio era] ⭐️

- Doctor Who (11th Doctor, 10th Doctor) [Any character]

-vampire diaries (Jeremy, Tyler) [any character]

- School Bus Graveyard (Aiden, Ben, Logan) [any teen character)

-Avatar The Last Airbender (Zuko, Sokka) [Any character]

-Legend Of Korra (Mako, Bolin) [Any Character]

-Miraculous Ladybug (Adrien/Cat Noir, Felix) [any character] ⭐️

If you’re interested, feel free to reach out! I’m excited to collaborate on a fun and engaging roleplay.

Discord: Bigbrainepicgame

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the-forest-library · 5 months ago

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December 2024 Reads

Orbital - Samantha Harvey

I Who Have Never Known Men - Jacqueline Harpman

Ghost Wall - Sarah Moss

Fox 8 - George Saunders

The Muse of Maiden Lane - Mimi Matthews

Finding Mr. Write - Kelley Armstrong

Cole and Laila Are Just Friends - Bethany Turner

P.S. I Hate You - Lauren Connolly

Not in My Book - Katie Holt

The Rules of Royalty - Cale Dietrich

Wrong Answers Only - Tobias Madden

Lily and the Octopus - Steven Rowley

The Mistletoe Mystery - Nita Prose

A Night in the Lonesome October - Roger Zelazny

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow - Washington Irving

A Matter of Execution - Nicolas Atwater and Olivia Atwater

The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door - H.G. Parry

Cursed Cocktails - S.L. Rowland

Games Untold - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats - T.S. Eliot

So Thirsty - Rachel Harrison

Hunting November - Adriana Mather

Two Sides to Every Murder - Danielle Valentine

Demon in the Wood - Leigh Bardugo

Thistlefoot - GennaRose Nethercott

Ghost Squad - Claribel A. Ortega

Heartwood Hotel: A True Home - Kallie George

Understood Betsy - Dorothy Canfield Fisher

The Death and Life of Benny Brooks - Ethan Long

Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Catcher - Bruce Coville

The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse - Charlie Mackesy

In a Jar - Deborah Marcero

Frog and Toad Are Friends - Arnold Lobel

Frog and Toad Together - Arnold Lobel

Frog and Toad All Year - Arnold Lobel

Up in the Garden and Down in the Dirt - Kate Messner and Christopher Silas Neal

A Little Like Magic - Sarah Kurpiel

Sugar and Spice and Everything Mice - Annie Silvestro and Christee Curran-Bauer

Mr. Santa - Jarvis

I Shall Never Fall in Love - Harri Conner

Bunt! Striking Out on Financial Aid - Ngoni Ukazu

Swamp Thing: Twin Branches - Maggie Stiefvater

Shadow of the Batgirl - Sarah Kuhn

She-Hulk, Vol. 5: All In - Rainbow Rowell

Briony Hatch - Ginny & Penelope Skinner

March: Book One - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, and Nate Powell

Cat People to Judge in Art and Life - Nicole Tersigni

Pen & Ink - Isaac Fitzgerald and Wendy MacNaughton

March Sisters: On Life, Death, and Little Women - Kate Bolick, Jenny Zhang, Carmen Maria Machado, and Jane Smiley

Everybody Needs an Editor - Melissa Harris

We All Shine On: John, Yoko, and Me - Elliot Mintz

Never Play it Safe - Chase Jarvis

Women Living Deliciously - Florence Given

Things to Look Forward To - Sophie Blackall

Real American Girls Tell Their Own Stories - Thomas Hoobler and Dorothy Hoobler

The Wood in Winter - John Lewis-Stempel

50 Ways to Rewire Your Anxious Brain - Catherine M. Pittman and Maha Zayed Hoffman

Democracy or Else - Jon Favreau, Jon Lovett, and Tommy Vietor

What I Ate in One Year - Stanley Tucci

Greekish - Georgina Hayden

The Vegetable Eater - Cara Mangini

Bold = Highly Recommend

Italics = Worth It

Crossed Out = Nope

Thoughts: So, uh, I read a lot of books this month. I leaned into beating my total from last year since I was close and read a lot of short reads, graphic novels, and the children's books I was giving for gifts.

There were some good reads this month, including two new canine narrators that I adore: Fox 8 and Snuff from A Night in the Lonesome October (which really should be a big tumblr book as it has Jack the Ripper, Dracula, the Wolf Man, a witch, a clergyman, a druid, Victor Frankenstein, Sherlock Holmes, a Rasputin-coded mad monk, and occultists along with their familiars scheming over the fate of the world).

Goodreads Goal: 476/400

#2024 reads #book reviews #book recommendations #books #booklr #reading #bookish #bibliophile #tflo

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weclassybouquetfun · 1 year ago

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Met Gala: Who's Repping Who:

Nicholas Galitzine in Fendi

At least his pants are tailored unlike at the Academy Museum

because the interwebs is giving Donald Glover (in Saint Laurent) the business.

Nevermind that he looks like a Baptist preacher; or apparently a member of The Whispers.

One thing Marc Malkin of Variety is going to do is talk to Nicholas (who spots his RED, WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE costar Uma Thurman on the red carpet).

Uma Thurman, part of Team Tory Burch (with BLUE BEETLE's Bruna Marquezine).

I'm somewhat disappointed Nicholas is wearing fitted clothes. I want those pregnant Henry memes to continue.

apologies to Lea Michele (in Rodarte)

-Galitzine's THE IDEA OF YOU producer Gabrielle Union and husband Dwayne Wade in Michael Kors

PARTIES OF ONE

Doja Cat in Vetements

Damiano David of Maneskin and Dove Cameron in Diesel

The Others

Lily James in Erdem

Lizzo in Victor Weinsanto

Sarah Jessica Parker in Richard Quinn with a Philip Treacy hat

Da'vine Joy Randolph in Gap designed by Zac Posen

Lana Del Rey in Alexander McQueen

Stray Kids in Tommy Hilfiger

Lily Gladstone in Gabriela Hearst

Kieran Culkin in KidSuper

Jeremy Strong in Loro Piana

Matthew Macfayden and Keeley Hawes

Chloe Sevigny in Dilara Findikoglu

Sydney Sweeney in Miu Miu

Nicole Kidman in Balenciaga

Jennifer Lopz in Schiaparelli Couture

Someone photoshopped a gele on her and it looks so right.

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invisible-pink-toast · 1 year ago

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casting the older versions of the other yellowjackets

for those who still haven't been cast, and probably never will be rip :(

Jackie Taylor

Teen Actor - Ella Purnell

1st Choice: Robin Tunney

2nd Choice: Rebecca Gayheart

3rd Choice: Lizzy Caplan

Akilah

Teen Actor - Nia Sondaya

1st Choice: Rutina Wesley

2nd Choice: Zainab Jah

3rd Choice: Yolonda Ross

Laura Lee

Teen Actor - Jane Widdop

1st Choice: Mae Martin*

*maybe slightly young for the role, but makeup could make them look a little older. besides i think they look so much like an older laura lee, plus they have that youthful, kind energy

2nd Choice: Asia Kate Dillion

Mari

Teen Actor - Alexa Barajas

1st Choice: Natalie Martinez

2nd Choice: Cinthia Moura

3rd Choice: Cote de Pablo

Javi Martinez

Teen Actor - Luciano Leroux

1st Choice: Victor Rasuk

2nd Choice: David Castañeda

3rd Choice: Wilmer Valderrama

Crystal / Kristin

Teen Actor - Nuha Jes Izman

1st Choice: Jennie Panhan

2nd Choice: Karrueche Tran

Coach Ben Scott

Actor - Steven Krueger

(there's always the option to just age up steven krueger to appear late 50s/early 60s)

1st Choice: Murray Bartlett

2nd Choice: Jeremy Sisto

3rd Choice: Billy Crudup

although some of them never make it out of the wilderness (and some of them probably won't) what i wouldn't give for an alternate reality episode where the plane never crashed... it would be heartbreaking but so cool!!

#yellowjackets #casting #older cast #adult cast #my post #jackie taylor #akilah #laura lee #mari #crystal #kristin #javi #javi martinez #coach scott #ben scott #coach ben #fancast

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year ago

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Trey: *Trying to explain Riddle is that way because of his mom*

Me: Give me a minute as I pull up my ‘Trauma Doesn’t Excuse Sh*t Behavior’ PowerPoint.

Say it with me, everyone: an explanation is not an excuse 😊

You know, the other day I was watching one of Ryan George's Pitch Meetings and when Producer Guy asked Writer Guy how the audience would root for the villain of the franchise and the response was "he's handsome" which basically explains most people's reactions to fictional men.

Prepare for incoming rant that has little to do with the ask

This probably might come as a shock because one of the main appeal of twst would be the whole villainous aspect/Disney Villain fanbase but I don't really like villains that much, at least, not romantically. Like don't get me wrong, I think that they're incredible characters and it would be so fun to sit down with one and have a conversation with one. Villain songs are so fun (I was literally singing ‘This Day Aria’ to myself the other day I haven’t heard that song in like a decade) and you can tell that that characters like Scar or Hades or Shere Khan or Jafar or Maleficent are having so much fun being deliciously evil and even the more serious, complex ones like Loki or Frollo are fun to pick apart so yeah I understand the hype. I just always rooted for the heroes and I guess heroic characters have always been more my type.

My mother absolutely loves Erik Destler and is forever salty that Christine chose Raoul (despite my many many attempts at arguing why Raoulstine is the superior couple - smol primary school me could not understand why my mum liked the chandelier dropper and was deeply concerned), my best friend has been in love with Heathcliffe since we were eleven, and my little sister has literally told me that her type of fictional men are the toxic red flags (not exactly word for word but she did explain why she likes bad boys over good boys when I was complaining about how my type (wholesome soft boys) always get sidelined for the arrogant, snarky bad boys - we're also very diametrically opposed on our views of friends to lovers (my s++ tier all time favourite and her loathing) vs enemies to lovers (I can't really stand it - Pride and Prejudice is the only exception - and that's literally all she consumes) so that might also be a reason).

Like, I understand the appeal of a Byronic hero (Mr Darcy has far too much power) - a closed off, broody man that hates everything but you? And will burn down the world to keep you warm? I can respect that there are people who dig that. But their not really for me.

The mild bout of insanity thirteen year old me had where I spent two months attracted to Edward Rochester is an outlier and should not have been counted (though that was during my wattpad phase so...)

But I can admit that I have yet to shake off my feelings for Dr Henry Jekyll, Victor Frankenstein and Dorian Gray (though to be fair, Mr Gabriel John Utterson the lawyer and cinnamon roll artist boy Basil Hallward do own my heart). And yes, Jeremy Jordan did make me question my morality as he did make my feelings for Light Yagami be too positive to be sane for a brief moment (Touta Matsuda is still my man, don't worry). But apart from them, literally all of my faves are what you'd call your traditional, morally upright heroes.

Basically what I'm saying is that my perception might be skewed because I've never had the whole 'villains are cooler' mindset when it came to stories. Yes, I love the villains as characters but I always liked their heroic foils more (goodness is just so attractive to me). You get lots of amazing heroic protagonists that have horribly tragic backstories and they're the ones I always fall for because the idea of being a kind sweetheart despite the world being anything but is just *chef's kiss* that's a kind of strength that's so swoon-worthy.

I guess that's why it's harder for me to look past the characters' actions in twst is because, well, they chose to do everything they did. They made a conscious choice to be terrible, despite understanding the consequences. Riddle may have been brainwashed into becoming a tyrant by his mother but he still admitted that he knew he was being horrible - he understands the concept of morality, of good and bad, and he willingly and deliberately did everything he did.

I suppose this text post I found on Pinterest would explain my point better:

#twisted wonderland #twst #asks

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sawsdoe · 30 days ago

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On 16th April, the trans comedian Jordan Gray shared the following message on social media: “If I die of transphobia, just drop my body on the steps of parliament”. This followed the UK supreme court’s ruling that the definition of “woman” for the purposes of the Equality Act was to be restricted to those of us who are actually female.

Thanks to the ruling, achieved by the tireless work of grassroots organisation For Women Scotland, some of the UK’s most vulnerable women — rape survivors, those in refuges, female prisoners — have seen their entitlement to privacy and safety upheld. The ruling also means that all women can expect the bare bloody minimum — our own changing rooms, sports categories, sexual orientations, political movements, shortlists — in a world still largely framed around meeting the needs of men.

It is brilliant news, if long overdue. Female people — the sex that owns the least wealth, commits the least violence, performs the most unpaid labour, gestates all the new humans — matter enough to be legally recognised. It’s surprising, then, to see reactions such as Gray’s. Our rights are so upsetting — so scary, so devastating — that they might actually kill him!

I’m reminded of the passage in A Room of One’s Own where Virginia Woolf describes the impact on men of women ceasing to serve as looking-glasses “reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size”:

The looking-glass vision is of supreme importance because it charges the vitality; it stimulates the nervous system. Take it away and man may die, like the drug fiend deprived of his cocaine.

A century later, and women are rejecting similarly male-centric, regressive definitions of femaleness, such as trans writer Andrea Long Chu’s “any psychic operation in which the self is sacrificed to make room for the desires of another”. Oh no! Take that away, and Jordan Gray might literally expire! Or perhaps not. Perhaps women existing in their own right isn’t a plot to hurt trans women. Perhaps not everything revolves around male feelings, all the time.

To be fair to Gray, his has been a common response to the supreme court ruling. There has been widespread dismay from individuals and institutions who, for the past decade, have pandered to trans activist demands while ignoring the concerns of feminists, lesbians and indeed anyone with an ounce of compassion for women and girls who want spaces and resources of their own. The actor’s union Equity quickly put out a statement claiming that “while the victors pop champagne bottles outside the court, our trans members’ safety and dignity at work is now at yet greater risk”. How dare these women celebrate having the most basic, minimal rights affirmed when there are male people who might want to use their toilets! Can’t they at least look ashamed?

Former Labour Leader Jeremy Corbyn responded by declaring himself “really saddened by the level of vitriol and hatred being directed toward the trans community”. “We are losing our common humanity,” he tweeted. “How hard is it to treat people with kindness and respect? Trans people are human beings – and they deserve to live in dignity.” The likes of UCU’s Jo Grady and Owen Jones have treated the ruling as hateful and regressive, calling for more kindness and compassion towards its supposed victims.

It is a measure of how much damage trans activism and gender ideology have done to women’s rights that a mere restatement that women exist as a definable group — a group that deserves resources, and the right to organise independently — has provoked such a response. There is a word for people who find a female “no” intolerable, and it is not “marginalised” or “victimised”. I find it grotesque that there is a call to shower even more pity and attention on people who hold such deeply entitled, misogynistic views that the prospect of having a noun — just one noun! — that remains exclusive to female humans is enough to prompt a week-long tantrum.

Even those who like to consider themselves “somewhere in the middle” on the trans debate have been guilty of this misplaced sympathising. In a piece for the Guardian, Gaby Hinsliff worries that “some gender-critical feminists who have endured years of death threats, ostracisation and attempts to get them fired […] are clearly in no mood to be magnanimous”, whereas “for trans people and those who love them, this is a frightening and uncertain time”. It’s an interesting play-off. Gender-critical feminists might have experienced years of the worst, most terrifying abuse but the main issue isn’t their lasting trauma. It’s that it might have made them less “magnanimous” towards those who perpetrated it, who are too busy being “frightened” by women having basic rights to give a second thought to how the women they harmed might be coping.

What all of this highlights for me is the utter absence of empathy, compassion and kindness on one side of “the trans debate” — and it is not the side of gender-critical feminists. This lack of empathy goes to the very heart of the sex and gender debate, and to the mess created by politicians who could not be bothered to consider the feelings of anyone other than trans-identified males.

It takes a lack of empathy for women for any adult men to claim to be one in the first place. It may not be deliberate. I am prepared to accept that while some — the Andrea Long Chus, the Dylan Mulvaneys, the Grace Laverys — are clearly trolling women, others are simply too bound up in their own distress to consider how insulting it is to women and girls to reduce them to an idea in their heads. Along with most women, I am not incapable of feeling empathy for these men. Nevertheless, theirs are not the only emotions that count. Other people matter. As Woolf put it, “women feel just as men feel”.

Like many feminists, while I find the concept of gender identity fundamentally sexist, rooted in regressive and often pornified stereotypes, I have never had any particular desire to tell men who believe themselves to be women that in actual fact, they are not. It’s not just that this would be needlessly hurtful; it’s also that their beliefs aren’t remotely interesting. Scratch the surface and it’s bog-standard fantasising about how women lack complex emotional lives, or enjoy being hurt, or really get off on getting dressed up. It’s not some great challenge to “the gender binary”; it’s conservative and it’s boring.

What interests me and others — what has always interested feminists — are the diverse, complex lives of women and girls. The trouble with trans ideology is that an absence of empathy for female people is so deeply ingrained — so essential to the maintenance of the passive femininity myth — that any assertion of female needs, desires and boundaries is instantly translated into an attack on trans women. It is as though female humans, those eternal looking-glasses, only operate on two emotional settings: the desire to serve males by saying “yes”, or to hurt them by saying “no”.

This is why every time women have suggested that we are a class of humans in our own right, we’ve been accused of wilfully denying trans women’s “right to exist”. It’s why the supreme court ruling has been swiftly reinterpreted, not as something about and for women, but as cruelly targeting males, just for the sheer hell of it. It cannot be that women are doing something on behalf of other women, with male desire on the periphery; to those in thrall to gender ideology, such a thing does not compute.

I have found it obscene to see the handwringing over women drinking champagne following the ruling, with the implication that these are heartless bitches who wanted to be “triumphalist”. Do you want to know what triumphalism looks like? It’s Jordan Gray on Channel Four, getting his dick out to play the piano while singing “I’m a perfect woman – my tits will never shrink”. As an actual woman, who has experienced both flashing and years of deep distress related to my own changing body, this really pissed me off. Still, I managed not to put out a request that my misogyny-murdered corpse be deposited outside the Channel Four studios.

And one of the reasons why feminists don’t tend to do this is that ours is not a politics of pure grievance. It’s about examining what women and girls actually need, and trying to make it happen. For Women Scotland were not campaigning against trans rights; they were campaigning for lesbians, for female prisoners, for sex assault victims, for all women who want support and recognition in law. That is what empathy looks like — looking outwards, thinking about the needs of others.

That trans activists and their allies have interpreted the ruling so badly shows just how poor their own empathising skills have become. I am sure they would feel happier if they could start to consider what other emotional settings women have, beyond those that revolve around meeting or not meeting male desires.

We are people with our own inner lives, and once you learn to think of us as such, you might see that our needs have nothing to do with attacking you. You will feel safer, but first of all, you need to learn to be kind.

#victoria smith

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