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yenqa · 1 year ago

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POEMS IN VERSE(S)

sypnosis — you meet jay randomly on a subway, and soon your conversation turns into more than just the silly poem book he’s reading

warnings — profanities, mentions of insecurities, angst, they’re so gross (in a “i’m jealous” way), food/eating/drinking, lmk if there are any more :)

pairing — jay x fem!reader

word count — 3.8k+

yen’s note — i worked very hard on this and i’m pretty happy with this so i hope u enjoy :) also this is a scheduled post

Spring Break, 2019

You counted down the amount of days it would be until you turned 17.

17 was the golden age—Or at least it was supposed to be. But the thrill of turning a new age was over by the next 15 minutes. Your big smile that had originally been processing the newfound year of your life slowly dropped, as your age didn’t really matter much to anyone else than your mom or dad.

17 was when you first realized that people didn’t really care as much as you thought they did. No one would care if your hair was slightly frizzy and tangled from the light wash of rain or the fact that you enjoy reading and writing poetry.

You realized no one cared, but it was hard to stop believing it.

So, you brought a hairbrush around, or quickly hid your journal and pen anytime someone got close to you.

You’re still 17. And you still felt like how you felt 15 minutes after midnight. You felt dull. Washed-out. And the rainy season hasn't helped enlighten your mood at all.

You decided to take an impulsive day trip south, to the buzzing city of Seattle, and also wanting to take a break from everyone and the life you knew. You rushed to the subway, the tote bag that hung on your shoulder had collided with your body every step you took.

You stand right in front of the entrance, scanning the cart to see one empty seat. Sitting down, you address your surroundings, trying to read if maybe it would be a better idea to stand.

Next to you was a man around your age. Silently reading a book with a familiar cover. Staring at the book longer than you realize, you can see the man next to you no longer focused on the book, but you.

“Oh—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be staring, I just recognized the book, Lee Jieun right?”

You almost dreamily sigh every time she’s mentioned. Lee Jieun had been your favorite author for longer than you can remember, one of your favorites by her being the one the unnamed man happened to have been reading.

“Do you know her?” He asks.

Looking up at you he jerks his head to the left, his light brown hair moves out of his eyes revealing his full face. You almost forget to answer the question, busy goggling at the sight of him. His eyes laid in yours, awaiting your answer patiently.

“Yeah, I-um she’s one of my favorites actually.”

His eyes subtly check you out, you quickly realize how stupid you must’ve looked with the amount of frizz in your hair from the light drizzle outside. Slowly but not too obviously, you bring your hands up, brushing through whatever you could. Explaining to the man that the book he was reading was one of your favorite poem books. Accidently sharing that you look up to her poems and hope to have the ability to write and share your writing as inspiration for others.

He listens intently, before asking, “You write?”

Your ears grow warm as you answer every question he asks. An unusual thing that happens to you. The conversation grows into each other's lives. And you feel as if you know every part of him as he continues to talk.

Park Jongseong is his name but his English name is Jay. His favorite color is green. He likes fashion and cooking. He enjoys autumn and poetry as much as you do. He’s allergic to cats—which is a shame considering the amount of cat hair over your bag that you discreetly try to brush off while he’s talking. His favorite ice cream flavor is Pistachio and he’s not a huge fan of mint chocolate.

You’d usually argue that mint chocolate is the perfect flavor for a hot summer day but you keep quiet, just this once.

Something must’ve snuck into your brain and rewired it because you don’t seem to mind him knowing that you write. In fact you even offer to let him see your works. He reads each word intently, as if it was the most shocking news of the year.

His favorite is the one you spent the most time on. But it didn't feel as if it was your best work. You didn’t keep quiet about that fact, you hesitated to even let him read that page, but the one line seemed to have piqued his interest. Almost as if his eyes had been glued onto the small stanza.

Together we’re complete

Our perfect harmony

is truly beautiful.

You were always one to believe in soulmates, or finding someone that perfectly fit next to you. Like the final piece to your complicated puzzle. Your belief often appeared in your writings. Hoping that maybe one day, you’ll meet the missing piece from your board. That day hadn’t come yet. But you were counting down the days just as if you were about to turn 17 again.

“I like that line. What does it mean?” He asks.

“I don’t know, it just sounded right.”

That’s a lie. You know exactly what it means to you. But even as comfortable as you had felt with Jongseong. It was something too personal to share.

If you could name anyone who was the biggest sucker for romance you would name yourself. But it’s been 17 years, and you don’t even think that it was a possible option for you. Sure, you hoped to find your soulmate. But your soulmate could’ve easily been a truly platonic one. And you were losing hope for any romance coming your way. Writing about romance made you feel as if the small ball of hope was still there, and you just had to wait for the right time.

Those 17 years had told you that you couldn’t be loved. No matter how hard you tried, or even begged. This epiphany randomly hit you in the middle of buzzing parties or small group hangouts, the thought of nobody ever loving, let alone liking you constantly consumed you. Constantly bringing down your mood. That’s why you’re so fond of the idea of soulmates. Because soulmates are perfectly perfect together, and that's ensured by the universe.

He lets out a chuckle, with an understanding nod. Skimming through the small notebook you handed him.

“Why are you heading to Seattle?” You ask as he finishes, placing the notebook neatly in your bag. His mouth parts slightly, carefully choosing what to say. “I’m just taking a day trip, wanted to go explore alone.”

A small smile breaks out of you. “Would you want to travel around Seattle together?”

Jongseong lets your smile grow onto his lips, accepting your bold offer.

The conversation ends and he reopens his book, continuing the page he was on. The ride still had at least thirty minutes to go, and you didn’t want to use all your phone battery now.

You glance over to his book, cursing at yourself for forgetting to bring something to do other than play the stupid games on your phone. He silently reads as your head moves to his shoulder, laying it down and reading with him. You can feel him flinch ever so slightly, his shoulders relax before he moves the book over to the middle of you two, not uttering a word while doing so.

“Thank you,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you’re not sure if he even heard it until he responds.

After around 45 minutes the subway comes to a stop and you tap Jongseong, pointing at the moving text on the sign to show you that you’re at your destination. He hastily picks up his stuff, grabbing your hand and walking out the doors.

“Where do we go?” You ask, looking around for any sort of sign that states the direction.

“Just follow me, I've been here a few times.” His warm hand leads you through the busy people trying to get in, pushing through the loads of people heading towards the small amount of doors in the cart. Jongseong looks back every so often, making sure the hand he’s holding isn’t a ghost. Your eyes lock, and you show him a small smile of appreciation. He smiles back, raising his eyebrows before turning back around, leading you through the clusters.

Finally, you walk up the stairs, stepping into the daylight. Still hand in hand, you use your off hand to cover your eyes from the shade. “Didn’t think it would be so sunny after all the rain this month,” You squint at the bright sky, looking over to Jongseong. He’s rummaging through his bag, pulling out a small box, opening it to reveal sunglasses. You chuckle at how prepared he is, until he places the sunglasses on you.

Your stomach erupts in butterflies as your mouth parts slightly, a smile grows on his face. “Oh no, keep them. I don’t need them” You hastily take off the sunglasses, handing them to him. He takes them, putting them back on you. You’re about to protest when he says. “Stop—just take them. I want you to wear them,” He mumbles.

You smile at him, “Thank you Seong.” The nickname comes out naturally, like you’ve known him for years. He smiles, looking away to hide the growing redness of his cheeks. You let out a breathy laugh, covering the bottom half of your face to hide the flustered state you’re in.

“Where do you wanna go?” He asks with a shy smile still planted on his face. You shrug, answering, “I have no idea. Do you have any ideas?”

His smile becomes less shy and somehow forms into a slight smirk “I have an idea.” his hands encase yours once again, and he whisks you two off to the unknown direction.

The walk is around twenty minutes, but it goes by quickly. While you two are racing to see who can hit the crosswalk button, you notice the crowds of people around the big red letters stating, “Seattle’s Farmers Market.”

You squeal, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. “I’ve always wanted to go here! You’re like a mindreader, Seong.”

With his other hand he pinches your cheek, squeezing your hand and leading you to the entrance. The growing crowd of the market pushes you to bump into each other every so often, you both laugh it off, placing your attention to whatever shop you’re checking out.

Coming across a tropical fruits stand, you start looking around, picking up a tray every so often. Not realizing the missing warmth from your hand, you scan the selection of fruits. Picking up a Rambutan, you move the tray around, trying to see if the fruit will be worth the price. You’re eye level with the fruit until you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You whirl around, to see Jongseong. A big grin planted on his face as he revealed why he’s smiling so much. A bouquet of tulips, wrapping in brown paper with twine wrapped around it waiting for you to take. But you’re frozen—Did he really just buy flowers for you?

He thrusts his hands out towards you, gesturing for you to take them. You let out a giggle, taking the brown wrapped plants out of his hands. “Gosh you’re so sweet. What did I do to deserve all of this?” You ask, the corners of your mouth slowly upturn when you look at the flowers, admiring the arrangement of light pink tulips. “Can’t I spoil you?” He responds smoothly, not letting you respond before linking your arms and heading to the next stalls.

Passing—What felt like hundreds of stalls, your feet started to cramp up. Both of you decide to take a break and sit down, finding a cafe nearby. You order for the both of you and pay—Which he strongly protests but you feel too bad for him spending too much money on you. Sitting down you let out a sigh, finally letting your feet take the much needed rest.

You two make small talk, talking about your favorite shops or something you wish you had bought. When the barista calls out your name you shoot out of your seat, exchanging a glance with Jongseong before walking over, thanking the lady and grabbing your drinks.

A wave of comfortable silence washes over you two as you try your drinks, glancing out the huge window by your table. You watch as families, couples, or just one person pass by that window. Trying to figure out something about them as they quickly pass by.

After an hour of quiet conversations of whatever intrigues you, you decide to leave the cafe. Dinner time was approaching and you wanted to beat the rush. Surprisingly, you both quickly decide on a restaurant to go to, a nice restaurant that perfectly suited your cravings. During dinner you exchange numbers, not being able to wait for the next time you’ll see each other.

The sun starts setting when you both decide to go home, walking to the subway station hand in hand. Paying for your fare you both head on the subway, sitting down next to each other. A yawn washes over you, laying your head back and closing your eyes—It’s not like you’ll fall asleep right?

It’s a shame that you did fall asleep. You feel yourself being gently shaken awake by Jongseong. You lift your head up from his shoulder, looking around the subway.

“Your stop is the next one. Can’t have you half asleep walking home.” He chuckles, you rub your eyes. Trying your best to stretch with the little space you have. “Thank you Seong.” You yawn, letting out a small smile.

He nods, inviting the smile from your face onto his. The subway comes to a stop once again and you look at him with a slight sadness. Planting a chaste kiss on his cheek you let out, “I had fun today, Seong. Let’s do it some time again, yeah?”

“Okay,” He says, smiling. “Text me when you get home okay?” You salute him, walking away with a lovesick smile on your face.

Jongseong holds the same one, still feeling the linger of your kiss on his cheek. He lets his hand touch his cheek, embarrassed by the amount of warmth that flooded his cheeks.

Spring, 2021

It had been around a year and a little over a half since the two of you had even talked.

You don’t know if he got a new number or randomly ghosted you. Even though you had met a bunch of times after, it seemed like he realized that he didn’t like you as much as you thought he did.

You should’ve expected it, I mean—It’s not like anybody could like you that much.

Sighing, you open the messaging app. Typing something in his chat before deleting it. Scrolling up to your old messages.

You hated the fact that you missed him even though you never even dated. You hated the fact that you thought you could be something more than just a failed situationship. You hated the fact that you thought someone could prove you wrong and that someone could love you.

But, of course. All good things came to an end. And what seemed to be like the only good thing in your life, completely ghosted you. You like to believe that he got a new number and forgot to tell you, or lost his phone and had to get a new sim card. But it still hurt.

So, everytime you thought of him, you reopened those messages, trying to reiterate the happiness you felt while texting him.

Looking down to the bottom of your phone you see the empty textbox, mocking you for opening the chat once again. You decide, What’s the harm in messaging him? Maybe he just missed your last few. Clicking on the textbox you type slowly, carefully thinking about your words before sending it.

hey, are you still there? didn’t take you for the type who ghosts girls

You sigh, deleting the text quickly. Looking over to see the ungodly hour of the night displayed on your clock you place your phone down, tucking yourself nicely under the blanket, praying to every god that maybe, he’s okay.

Autumn, 2022

“Have you heard Enhypens recent album? It’s so good!” Hanni exclaims, changing the music playing in the background to listen to the album.

“This is like a few months old, but anyways—Shout out is the best song ever, you should play that song.” Minji answers. They both look at you, asking for your opinion. “Who’s Enhypen?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as you look up from your phone.

Minji scoffs, “My seven boyfriends. Listen to this song! Isn’t it so good?”

You listened to the background, bopping your head to the upbeat guitar in the instrumental. The lyrics were sweet, and meaningful. Even though you quit poetry, words still had lot’s of meaning for you, and you loved when they found significance in songs. One guy’s voice sounds so vaguely familiar, you brush it off. You probably just saw a clip of him singing a while back and didn’t remember. Getting to the second verse you pay much attention to the lyrics. Your jaw drops hearing one of the lines.

“What’d he just say? Can you rewind a few seconds Hanni?” You ask and she shrugs, opening her phone to go back a few seconds.

Listening to the same verse again you hear those awfully familiar lyrics.

Our perfect harmony

Is truly beautiful

You know those words like the back of your hand. You wrote these exact words in a poem two or three years ago. Could this be a coincidence? Probably, right? You’re too consumed in your own thoughts to hear both of the echoes of your name, following with Hanni asking why.

Slowly pulling out your phone, you quickly search “Enhypen” into the bar. Looking at the members you scan the faces. Looking at them all you see—

Jay.

That’s Jongseong.

No way, it can’t be. Clicking on his link you’re met with a collage of images. Your body seems to be moving faster than your mind because immediately you scroll down to read the small box of information about him. Oh and of course his name is Park Jongseong too but that's a coincidence, right? Switching apps, you open a selfie you and Seong took on one of your few dates.

You feel as if your eyes will shoot out of your brain, blurting out “I know him.”

Minji and Hanni both exchange weird looks, “You know who? Enhypen? Letting out a hesitant nod, they both rush over to see Jongseong’s information box on your screen. Switching apps to show them the selfie, then each side by side. “Y/n, you know Jay? As in Enhypen’s Jay?” Hanni gives you a bewildered look. You turn your head up to see Minju sharing the same one. Blinking profusely, you try to figure out how this is even possible.

“Yes! Remember the guy who ghosted me like two years ago? That’s him!” You exclaim, aggressively pointing to a picture of him. Minji’s mouth opens, forming an “o”. You all sit in silence processing this information.

Breaking the silence, Minji scoffs, “You’re telling me you had a situationship with Jay Park?

Another long silence follows, you all try to process the fact that the one you deemed as “the one who got away” was globally famous. Maybe he realized his worth, and left you. Maybe, he didn’t bother contacting you because he secretly disliked you. Or maybe he—

“Y/n, he’s coming to Seattle.”

You whip your head to the incoming voice. Instead of seeing a face, you see a phone, straight in front of you listing tour dates. You grab a hold of the phone, making sure you read the words right. “Seattle, Washington. 9/28.”

“They’re coming in a week?” You exclaim, eyes not leaving the phone for a second. Hanni rushes over and you all huddle around the phone. Your breath quickens as you process even more information. And you felt like your brain was about to explode, he would be. in city? in a week?

Hanni practically screams, shaking your shoulders harshly. She seems much more excited than you did, blabbering about how you would reunite and fall in love again. Rolling your eyes, you hand Minji back her phone. You start to question every life decision you had made in the past three years. Would he even remember you? What if it’s a different Jongseong who just happened to have the same name and look exactly like the Seong you once knew? Would you even run into him for the few days he’s there?

These thoughts circle in your brain as you lay down in bed. You thought you were over him—you weren’t even anything to begin with. Maybe it's the quickening beat of your heart to the thought of him , or the smile you hold in whenever you look back at your texts, or maybe even the loneliness you felt after him that keeps you going.

Autumn, 2022

The light breeze engulfs your body. Even though the sun seems to be blinding everywhere it’s still as chilly as ever. Looking at everyone’s outfits on the sidewalk you realize how stupid you look. Fully clothes but with sunglasses covering your eyes. Was it a necessary choice? No—but you realized that after you had left the house. It didn’t matter anyways, you could just take them off (you weren’t but it was still an option).

Taking your lunch break you walk to the cafe around the corner from your building. Recognizing the cafe as one you visited a few years ago. You ordered the same drink you did three years ago—also ordering a sandwich to eat. You sit down at a table two tables away from the one you once sat at. Placing down your sunglasses you glance around the cafe while waiting for your food.

Noticing a man in a baseball hat and a mask, you squint trying to see his face. Giving up seconds later and observing someone else. Eyes latching onto the pretty barista making your order. Watching as she quickly makes your sandwich and starts on your drink, not wasting a second to spare.

“I think those sunglasses are mine?” The masked man comes up to you, taking off his baseball cap. You get a better view of his eyes, recognizing the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles.

“Jay?” It’s barely above a whisper, but he still hears it.

He pulls down his mask, showing the face you once knew three years ago, but much more mature now. “Y/n, can we talk?” He sounds nervous, almost jittery. Constantly looking around at the strangers walking by.

“Yeah, of course.” The light tone of your voice calms him down every so slightly, sitting down in front of you with a lopsided smile.

Never in your life would you have thought you’d meet a celebrity that actually wanted to talk to you, And never in your life would you expect it to be him. Seong—Your Seong, sitting in front of you, carefully selecting every word he utters to you. The one who always knew what to say, can’t seem to get the right words out.

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biancadjarin · 2 years ago

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Bully!Eddie visiting you during

your shift at scoops ahoy

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“So you and Munson looked pretty cozy at Tommy’s party the other night…” Steve Harrington says as he comes to lean against the counter next to you. You turn to face him with a confused look. He giggles at you, “Look, I know you just started working here but… I don’t know, I’d hate for someone like you to get mixed up with a freak like him.” You wince at Steve’s words. “Someone like me?” You ask innocently.

“Oh,” Steve starts, hands coming up to squeeze your upper arms before falling to his sides again. “I just mean you seem really nice. You could do better than him.” He says sincerely. You shrug, “Eddie and I aren’t dating. Far from it actually.” You shake your head. He nods, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, a smile peeking through his lips.

“He’s just always messing with me.” You clarify, “He made me sit on his lap that night but it was nothing.” You say with a shrug and an easy smile. “Made you?” Steve asks as the bell on the counter gets smacked with a ding ding. “Speak of the devil.” Steve grumbles under his breath.

“Hey Harrington. Nice hat.” Eddie says with a laugh. “Keeping my girl busy tonight?” He says, eyes flicking up and down your frame, then looking back at Steve with a wink.

“I’m not your girl Eddie. What are you doing here?” “Aww babe, you hurt my feelings.” He says with a mock pout on his perfect lips. “I just came by to say hi. And maybe get a scoop.” He says eyeing the case of flavors. Steve shakes his head and sighs, his gaze returning to you. “I’m gonna go to the back and do some inventory. Just yell if you need anything.” He says as his hand comes to rest on your lower back.

“I think she’ll be ok Steve, so why don’t you move your hand before I do it for you?” Eddie’s jaw tenses. Steve shoots him a glare and if he wasn’t at work, you think he might’ve punched him. But thankfully he doesn’t, just retreating to the back to work.

You sigh. “So are you going to order something? Because I have better things to do.” You say with an edge to your voice. Eddie looks over each shoulder, scanning the empty shop. “Really? Cause it’s pretty dead in here babe.” He laughs. “Whatever, do you want a sample of anything?” “Ohh well if you’re offering, sure I’ll take a sample of a kiss.” He pouts at you. You scoff, “of the ice cream, genius.” You hold back the smile that so badly wants to creep onto your lips.

“Hmm everything looks so good.” He says. “Especially you.” You roll your eyes. His ringed knuckle taps on the glass loudly. “I’ll just take a scoop of pistachio. With extra sprinkles.” He draws out the sss sound on the last word and it makes you shiver, goosebumps erupting on your arms. You hope he doesn’t notice, or just chalks it up to the cold.

“Here.” You hand him his ice cream. He takes a big lick, rainbow bits of candy sticking to his mouth like they want to taste him as much as you do. “What’s your favorite flavor?” He asks you, chin jutting towards you, round chocolate colored eyes flickering with mischief.

You look down at your options. You’re not a huge fan of ice cream but there is one flavor that you order every time. “Strawberry.” You say sweetly. Eddie stares at you, your soft voice putting him in a trance.

You’re both quiet for a minute while he licks his cone, until he says “a scoop of that too.” suddenly. You look at him with pulled together eyebrows but do it anyway. “In a cup.” He demands.

“Ok,” you place the perfectly round pink sphere dotted with red in front of him. “Not sure how you’re going to eat so much ice cream but enjoy.”

“The strawberry’s for you.” He says lowly. “Eddie I’m working, I don’t-” “Not anymore. I think Harrington can handle this place the rest of the night.” He grabs your hand over the counter and starts to pull softly, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. Not that his eyes don’t always look like a puppy dog’s. You look at him like he’s crazy because, well, he is. “I’m not leaving Eddie, I still have two more hours on my shift.”

He sucks his teeth, chuckling to himself as he watches you start to panic. “C’mon y/n, when was the last time you did something bad?” “Not the point. I could lose my job.” “Oh please, Steve’s such a pussy, he won’t tell on you. And he obviously wants to fuck you so I’m sure you could get away with murder. But don’t do that.” He says with an angry edge to his voice. “Murder?” You ask. “No, fucking Steve. You could murder all you want.”

“The ice cream’s melting.” He says. You take a deep breath and grab the cup of strawberry, walking around the counter to his side. “I knew she was a bad girl.” He says as he grabs a fistful of your ass. “Now come on.” He says pulling your wrist. “Wait Eddie we have to pay for these!” You say as he pulls you out of the store. He laughs and takes another lick of his cone as he pulls you toward the mall movie theater.

“So what do we wanna see?” His eyes scan the posters surrounded by tiny lit bulbs. “Oh I know!” He says as you two approach the ticket booth. “Two for Aliens please good sir!” He says to the teen working behind the glass. “$10 Eddie. And no smoking in the theater this time.” He slides you the tickets as Eddie slides him the ten dollar bill.

“So you do pay for things.” You say as you two walk into the darkened hallway of the theaters. His fingers reach for your hand, tickling up your palm and weaving through yours.

“Well I wouldn’t want us to get kicked out of the theater on our first date.” He says with a wink. “And don’t worry, if you get too scared, you can grab onto me as tight as you need to.”

You look away, your cheeks blooming into a blush. You’re planning on it.

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farenmaddox · 1 year ago

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I am trying to decide which of my favorite ice cream flavors is actually the best one,and I can't. So obviously, I decided to make a poll.

#nobody cares faren #ice cream

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forsoobado137 · 3 months ago

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I SHARED THIS WITH A FRIEND BEFORE BUT I THINK YOU MIGHT LIKE IT

Okay so I have this idea that if allowed to explain in DMs I will go off the walls, but I think that a lot of Nations and Immortals struggle to separate themselves from their nation. Like, they're inadvertently conditioned over the course of their whole lives to believe that they are nothing more than the country they represent and not simultaneously their own autonomous being with their own morals and beliefs independent of their nation. Like if Alfred likes pistachio ice cream, but a poll comes out that says vanilla is the most popular in America, he'll automatically believe his favorite is vanilla, even if he doesn't actually like it. A lot of them are literally unable to separate themselves from their country and it has only recently come to light about how harmful this is to the immortals of earth. I literally wrote my entire OC around this concept because god knows Hima won't.

You are literally so on point. Because on one hand, a nation's primary purpose is to be a physical embodiment of their culture and people. So there's sort of an innate function that causes them to align with the views and interests of their population.

Buuuuut they also have their own experiences that are unique to them as an immortal being, so this causes them to form natural ideas and interests that may be different than the majority.

And it's psychologically harmful to be told that everything about you is really just an amalgamation of others. And that feeling definitely gets worse during political unrest or elections (which is a whole other can of worms).

Please go crazy in my DMs.

#hetalia #hetalia headcanons #nation lore #aph america #hws america #hetalia america #alfred f jones #aaaaaaarbrhbgefimirbhkfs #these people are doomed to have annual existential crises

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guvmy · 5 months ago

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KOTLC Favorite ice creams flavors!

Sophie-Rocky Road, I feel like Sophie was a sucker for chocolate and Rocky Road gives me Mallowmelt vibes, with it having marshmellows.

Fitz-Mint Chip, I think he'd like the fresh minty flavor and would hunt for the choclate chips like pirates digging for treasure with Biana (and Alvar before shit went down)

Keefe- Cookie's n Cream, seems like a guy with a huge sweet tooth

Biana- Green Tea, I feel like she'd want a nice calm earthy flavor to soothe her after all the shit going on

Tam- Chocolate, I feel like he'd have a basic ice cream flavor since it doesn't really matter that much too him.

Linh - Salted Caramel, especially sea salt, This girl also has a massive sweet tooth and indulges on any sweet food since that was her and Tam had least access to in Exilllium.

Marella- Mango Sorbet/Ice cream I feel like she'd like Sorbet more honestly but for the sake of the title, Ice cream. Its fruity, tropical and sunny, all stuff Marella would seem into (I was tempted to put Vanilla Ice cream for her but decided thats too basic for her.)

Maruca- Butter Pecan, she seems like a girl who'd like nuts (Pun unintended) Especially Pecans. I also imagine her family served something like Pecan Pie at holidays and had a secret family recipe of theirs.

Mr. Forkle...-dirt

Umber- Toffee, likes sweet syrupy tastes like Toffee,. No need for spoons since she has shadowflux! She also likes to let it melt a little so she can drink it like a soup.

Trix- Pumpkin pie, Im getting lazy atp so yeah. (wrote this after the rest of them but wanted umber and trix to be next to eachother)

Fintan- Vanilla, if his fossilized ass is even aware of icecream, this dude is every bit basic and if he does know about icecream, he probably has nostalgia of collecting snow and shredding fruits on it from the 3rd century

Gisela- Coffee, she wouldn't have much of a sweet tooth in my mind honestly

Alvar- Pistachio, preferably with chocolate chips. Much like Fitz...Erm he judges people and shops on how good their Pistachio Ice cream is since he a connoisseur on this flavor. Will down a whole tub of this actually.

Ruy- Strawberry, he's not much into icecream so anything will do but he does a small preference for Strawberry since its nice and refreshing adn he likes fruits with a tang.

(This hurt my fingers)

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this-is-chaos-magick · 5 months ago

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My (mcu) Wanda Maximoff Headcanons with a Little bit of Pietro, and MCU Cthton

Her favorite Ice Cream flavor is Pistachio

She have a collection of leather boots

She cooks noodles and fried egg at 3 am because she can't sleep

She's obsessed with Antique and Vintage items

Her and Pietro use to be in a band (she plays guitar and Pietro plays the drums)

She doesn't know how to ride a bike (because I can't)

She doesn't like attending big parties and hates large crowds

She owns a flip phone and doesn't have any Social media ( she owns a laptop tho for watching movies and searching stuff online)

She have a tons of cook book and like learning more recipes and cooking technique

She hates how everything have touch screens these days

She Knows a lot about Ancient history and have a tons of books about it

She likes watching Ghibli films and her top 4 Favorites are Porco Rosso (this film is so underated), Spirited Away, My Neighbor totoro and the wind rises

She have a passionate interest in cinema and her favorite director is Guillermo del Toro etc.

She hates people who have uses "ai" she hates people who doesn't care about the art of making, people who who watches movie and not "think" or care, she hates people who consumes media without thinking and analyzing it and who treats different types of art like it's just another product you can throw away once you're "done" with it

She doesn't have a favorite celebrities and can't stand people that are obsessed with famous peoples she thinks it's weird

She might not have a favorite celeb but she likes Al Pacino movies (she have a collection of them) she Likes Pacino too but she's not obsessed with his life

And let's be honest if Wanda is a real person she's one of the people that will hate the mcu

She prefers her steak well done and doesn't care if people tells her that that's the wrong way to cook a steak

She hates the tastes of matcha and Plain milk

Drinks coffee everyday like it's water

She used to work as a Convenience store cashier during her teenage years in sokovia

She hates people who are loud and have no respect of other people's personal space

She likes the peace of not knowing everything, she doesn't care about Celebrity issues, she doesn't care about big award shows and who won and who lost

She likes Dogs and her and Pietro Used to have a pet dog

--[ This part is like how I imagine Wanda got her powers and what is her relationship with Cthton]

[ Ihate the "I am an evil god and I am gonna make you evil things" bullshit it's boring and the "Wanda got her powers from the mind stone thing" I think it's just activate her powers, she got her]

Chthon watches over Wanda as she grew up and he's like....(Don't slap me please) Became like her father figure/weird imaginary best friend, growing up in Wanda's memory he's just a kind oldman/creatures that helps her manage and Cope her with the death of her (adopted) parents but then as time goes by he slowly disappears as she reaches adulthood and also as a child she's experiencing supernatural and paranormal activities she didn't know he is the reason she is seeing things until she became the Scarlet witch... There are so many things I want to say, like, Come on, the potential is there! Just imagine the drama of the Angst and Wanda having a father figure issue!!

She's adopted by her Aunt and Uncle (her and Pietro didn't know)

Her real Mom actually died during childbirth

Wanda's real Mom use to have a lot of nightmares about a horrifying God he have large horns and have tentacles and he's always talking about how her daughter will "reshape" the word

She became paranoid and have a sensitive pregnancy

Days before her due Date (her husband 🧲 is at work and have to take an overnight shift) some Strange men broke into her House (A.w.o.l Sorcerer's from kamar taj that are afraid about Cthton's resurrection) and Threaten her to abort the babies but she refused so she decided to escape into the Forrest while scaping she feel her water broke and she decided to hide in a cave

While she's on Labor she realizes that she got shot and is losing a lot of blood her vision is blurring and she Knows she's dying she can't come out of hiding yet because the men who wants to kill her are outside looking for her so she begs and pray to the god that she's been seeing in her dreams to save her children, she doesn't care that she does but she wants her children to live and he appears infront of her, he is 9ft tall he have no eyes but he knows he's looking at her...she desperately begs to him to save her children and he told her that he won't let Wanda dies and because He have chosen her and he will only heal Pietro because he knows the boy will die anyway

The next Morning People find Wanda's Mother dead body in the cave and they find 2 healthy babies laying next to her

I know you're wondering how I come up with this and idk either it's just one night I am thinking about Wanda's parents and her scarlet witch lore and like...*pop* 😬😬

I am gonna make part 2 because I have too many thoughts about this woman | some of this...maybe it's me projecting to her

(sorry bad English)

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rath00ker · 1 year ago

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This is my list of what each Twst characters favorite flavor of ice cream is. I have no reason for this. I’m just bored

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts: Strawberry ice cream

Trey Clover: Vanilla. He seems like that guy who’s just fine with Vanilla ice cream

Cater Diamond: He doesn’t really like sweet stuff but if he got one I think he’d just get Coffee Flavored ice cream

Deuce Spade: Chocolate.

Ace Trappola: Cherry ice cream

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar: Vanilla but like with chocolate chips

Ruggie Bucchi: Birthday cake ice cream

Jack Howl: Mint

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto: Chocolate Ice cream with brownie bits in it

Jade Leech: Pistachio Ice cream because he’s a fucking freak

Floyd Leech: Rocky road

Scarabia

Kalim Al-asim: Cookie Dough

Jamil Viper: Salted Caramel

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit: Strawberry banana flavored (He definitely prefers smoothies but cmon. Everyone wants ice cream sometimes)

Rook Hunt: Moose tracks

Epel Felmier: His family probably makes an apple flavored ice cream so he just eats that

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud: M&Ms ice cream

Ortho Shroud: can’t have ice cream he a robot :(

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia: His favorite food is actually Ice cream but I think he likes Fudge Ice cream the most

Lilia Vanrouge: Strawberry ice cream with nuts on top

Sliver: French Vanilla

Sebek Zigvolt: Says his favorite flavor is Fudge but it’s actually Mint chip ice cream

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hannahssimblr · 7 months ago

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tagged by @sirianasims

oc deep dive with Jude Turner

What uncommon/common fear do they have? If you ask him, he'll try to convince you it's something stupid like bicycles or his teacher's pinky toe after the time she wore sandals to class and it poked out over the strap, but actually he's afraid of his own thoughts and dying alone. Speaking of, anyone single? Wanna make out for a while?

Do they have any pet peeves? People who take everything so seriously. Painful bores. People who are obsessed with World War 2

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Rugby boots with mud still in the studs and getting all over the hardwood floor. Charcoal dust and mounds of sketchbooks, three coffee cups he neglected to return to the kitchen two weeks ago.

What do they notice first in a person? Something in their eye that tells him they know how to have fun and get up to trouble. A sense of humour, a nice mouth and teeth.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 5. Average, baby!

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Flight. Oh things are hard? Brb deleting my socials again. Forgot to text back. Oh? Did you email me? Sorry I've been super busy...

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? It's him and Ivy and their parents really. He's not a family person with regards to his fathers side (they are weird) or his mother's Dublin family. He yearns for the peaceful days at great aunt Maureen's and her four adult children....

What animal represents them best? Monkey.

What is a smell that they dislike? Tequila, Weed, Vomit, in that order.

Have they broken any bones? Of course. He got his hands on a skateboard at 10 and immediately tripped down a flight of concrete steps and shattered his arm bone. Being in a cast was cool though, everyone like, signed it and shit.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Wild, manic, troublesome (words taken directly from parent teacher reports)

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Surprisingly, a morning person. He got used to being up early to get Ivy ready for school when his mom started going to work at 7:30. He stays up late sometimes, sure, but his inner alarm clock always has him wide awake at 7.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Jude is not picky, he's an eater, but don't come at him with those big, wet, brown mushrooms they give you with your hotel breakfast. Not in a million years. Flavours he loves is broad, so I'll choose his ice cream preferences. Pistachio, sea salt, raspberry, cherry.

Do they have any hobbies? Drawing, rugby, playstation, hanging out with friends.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He is overjoyed! You guys did this for me? Whaaaaat?

Do they like to wear jewelry? Have you seen his cute lil earrings?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Neat enough, c'mon, he's an artiste. His pen control is exemplary

What are two emotions they feel the most? Boredom and melancholy (in private only, thanks)

Do they have a favorite fabric? Plain old cotton. None of that poly-whatever shit. He doesn't need to be the yellow-sweat-stains guy.

What kind of accent do they have? The weirdest Dublin/American hybrid. At this stage of the story he's pretty much just an Irish guy who says a couple of vowels in a weird-ish way.

This was fun! I'll tag @lynzishell @elderwisp @earthmoonz @stillgotme @rebouks @daniigh0ul @scrapplesims

#ask game #lucky boy extras

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 1 year ago

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TF2 Headcanons pt.3 I can't stop. The chokehold is now a death grip.

I guess I'm a TF2 blog now 😮‍💨 (not really complaining, also if you get tired of me posting nothing but hcs let me know what you want to see instead.)

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Ice cream preferences? Ice cream preferences.

Demo probably ordered rum rasin once, thinking it actually had rum in it but actually ended up liking it. I think he also likes pralines and cream or pistachio. He likes wafflecones to an unhealthy extent.

Engie likes anything with peanut butter. He also likes chocolate chip cookie dough. He will eat an entire tub of ice cream, but he deserves it, so it's fine.

Heavy likes all of the traditional flavors, vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and stuff like that. But he hates neapolitan. He's in the same boat as Engie. They just eat the entire tub together.

Medic loves Cherry Garcia, like unhealthy love. He also really likes anything with strawberry sause (looks like blood, he's a little freak he'd eat ice cream out of a human skull if you let him).

Scout likes cookies and cream. He also really likes dirtcups (hot fudge, chocolate ice cream, crushed oreo, and gummy worms, in case you didn't know). I genuinely think this man can't eat "boring" foods. Like he has to have crunch in his food. He's not allowed to eat in cones anymore. Don't ask him about it. (Also, hc him as lactose intolerant, he just doesn't care.)

When it comes to Sniper, never let him live down the fact that in Australia, they have "Golden Gaytimes." As a viable ice cream option. He doesn't mind them. He gave Scout an aneurysm when he asked if he wanted one. But he's more of a plain chocolate guy. He eats it in out of the tub or in a dish, depending on how he feels.

Spy he likes coffee ice cream and makes it his entire personality. He's so mature for liking it, right guys?? He's just sooooo refined. No scout, you didn't see him ordering a double fudge brownie with sprinkles. They just messed up his order. No, he can't return it now! that'd be rude. (It's in a sugar cone, btw)

Soilder. GIVE THIS MAN HIS RED WHITE AND BLUE BOMBPOPS GOD DAMMIT! I think he also likes Butterscotch and Rocky Road. He likes cake cones.

Pyro loves bubblegum, Superman, and Blue Moon. They eat it in those cones with chocolate and sprinkles on them! They also like the SpongeBob popsicles.

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Pyro time!

They eat cinnamon candy all the time. It's so bad. They have at minimum 9 boxes of redhots on stand-by.

I think Pyro is agender. I think their just okay existing in their own world and have no care about gender.

Give them those fire snakes that change the fires' color and their ecstatic! Their favorite is blue.

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I think these dumbasses have the most random fears ever. None of them are scared of frogs or bugs, but God forbid you mention wooden spoons, and one of them vomits.

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I've seen people say the mercs have board game nights, and I love that idea, so....

Uno is banned. Strictly. It's not even funny. They played it once, and the moment the +4 card was played, all hell broke loose.

They all play poker or Cards Against Humanity at least once a week. Sometimes, they'll pick someone's favorite game to play.

Demo likes Yahtzee and Scrabble. He's just kinda chill like that.

Engie and Pyro both like the same games for the most part. They play Jenga a lot. Also, checkers!

Heavy really likes chess and connect 4.

Do not play board games with Medic. This man has anger issues. But if you really want to, candyland and life are his favorites.

Scout has a hard time playing video games. He can't pay attention at all. But if you play a card game like Red Flags or We're Not Really Strangers, he'll be able to focus on it.

Sniper, Spy, and Soilder all like traditional card games. Black Jack, Cribbage, Eucher, etc.

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Sorry this one is short. Very tired and stressed out right now.

I'm so glad you guys have been liking my posts! I'm smiling like an idiot anytime I open tumblr.

#tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 soilder #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy #tf2 headcanons #tf2 hcs #team fortress headcanons #team fortress 2

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lilbluebastard · 2 months ago

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Still wanna draw Leland I just have no motivation to draw that stupid fuck head

So I’ll just tell you headcanons I think about that stupid white man

Warning some nsfw topics, don’t like don’t read

Leland loves ice cream not just pistachio ice cream, he’s a slut for strawberry and bubble gum

(Like I’ve said before lol) Leland’s more into woman that cop gets more horny and aroused by a woman’s screams , men get him off too but I feel like Leland’s the type of monster to jizz in his pants when he hurts a woman (because he’s awful)

Leland isn’t a romantic…..I mean look at him….

What’s about him screams romance 😭 he reminds of the type of jerk that would show a bit of affection and if you act surprised he’ll never and I mean never do anything nice for you ever again lol

If you were his wife, he would still love you but not in a sweet loving way, more like a your only here for my needs nothing else, would I say coyles the type to cheat…I mean he didn’t kill his wives for a mistress no I think he was juts sick of them because one of Leland’s lines in prime he says killed all his wives because goes berry isn’t a obedient house wife she had her own rules and he hated that butttt, I like to think he’s faithful because when Franco comes along he’s upset that Francos thinks Leland’s stuff his belongs to him And by stuff I mean us, reagents gooseberry and etc

Also love to headcanon that Leland’s into curvy woman because gooseberry and the big grunt woman, he likes woman of all body shapes, he ain’t picky lol, if your his type which I think is every woman in that facility 😭 but I will say this Leland’s a thigh guy, I don’t care he his, he’ll do everything to get a hold of your thighs, he’s gross so he’ll think of even grosser thing to do to your legs

I’m sorry I’m just really bored and saying the things I’ve been wanting to say and honestly hears one for a story I’ve been writing in secret lol

If Leland was a yandere, I don’t think he’d give you a chance to run away from him, if he was a yandere he’d probably cut off your feet so your couldn’t get away from him, lock you in a cell play with you till you either died or murkoff took you away and he’d probably find a new toy to torture.

Leland’s stupid but smart stupid, he’s knows big words and all that smart shizz but he can play dumb and be a real dumbass at times and I love that about him, like I said don’t like it done read lol

Leland’s a crybaby, he cried over stupid things, like when something doesn’t go his way or f he doesn’t get what he wants, he’s a manly man strong and intimidating but he’s pathetic and sad,

I feel like he’s checked a few lockers and got pounced on by a pouncer who he ended up hurting really bad or probably killed it,

Also my favorite headcannons

His fears

In a way I feel like men scare him…..sometimes but once he realizes the power he has over them thanks to murkoff he’s a big strong boy and hurt them all he likes and enjoys

He’s scared of cows…..just a adorable headcannon , he fucked around and found out after a cow bit him so he doesn’t like them, only if there a cheeburger or steak lol

Leland hates water thanks to his battery on his back, he could die at any moment with a puddle of water or that pool in the farewell trial,

Afraid the reagents will get sick of him and end up killing him but he’ll never let that happen he knows they fear him and that makes him horny

I feel like if you was actually given freedom by murkoff….and Coyle liked you, I feel like your spot a cop car with the windows rolled up everywhere you went, feel eyes on you from afar, someone right behind you but when you look no one’s there until one night…he heard the familiar sound of creaking leather and you know that monster found you, then you’d go missing the next day and never be found again because he either kidnapped you and brought you back to murkoff or he ended you

Listen I would’ve written more but I’m honestly getting bored of this game and I do still love it, I love it so much but I’ve honestly gotten bored of countdown, don’t get me wrong the games amazing the new maps are amazing, the characters and gorgeous and perfect besides Franco

But idk maybe I’m just losing interest, but I’ll still try to post and draw Leland for you guys! So I just wanna say that i might need a break from the internet because ugh, idk maybe I’m just getting bored of everything again and get off for a whole month or something again but I’ll try to say I touch if I get asks I’ll try to answer them but idk 😭 just not feeling that excited about outlast as I was before , I mean hyperfixations come and go but I don’t wanna lose this one, I met so much cool and kind people here so yeah maybe I’ll take a break or not I’m not sure but anyways

See you love y’all (platonically)

#leland coyle #outlast trials #the outlast trials #my headcannons #getting stuff off my chest

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niimda · 4 months ago

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I've been following some of those plural poll blogs for a little while now. I think it's fun to answer questions, especially ones that make me have to think really hard or consult others. It's a good way to learn about the worlds I inhabit and the people I inhabit them with, but I've been noticing some (if not most) of the questions are almost.. not applicable to us or our experiences. Specifically now: questions that want you to answer as or for the collective.

"Collective favorite [X]", "[Y] that describes everyone", "Collective opinion on [Z]."

While thinking about these questions I realized that it probably feels pretty bad to be expected to be radically different from everyone you share a brain with. That kind of expectation can unintentionally de-legitimize peoples' experiences and make them feel like they aren't "separate enough" to count.

At the same time, we don't have…a collective anything. Even this body is off-limits to at least one person. Trying to make all of us agree on something has made us run into more butting of the heads than anything else in the past six years, and that feels very strange! Being asked to exist cohesively and uniformly causes some of the most upset I've ever seen.

My favorite ice cream flavor is pistachio. Verin likes specifically Quality Dairy's Death by Chocolate. Oliver wants nothing to do with any of it. To answer with a single "collective favorite" would mean disregarding most opinions in favor of one. It's a silly example, and it's true most of the questions tend to be silly and un-serious in nature. So why should we have to fight over whose favorite gets the spotlight?

There are plenty of other common plural-community things that don't apply to us, being a system of less than ten with only one (introverted) introject. We don't tend to subscribe to common frameworks (roles, origin labels, and the shiny new consciousness labels), and microlabels in general just don't seem to have that luster. Being unconventional isn't new to us for many, many reasons.

The polls aren't even really my main concern here. We don't follow many, so it's possible it's just a few of them. But it's not the only context we're expected to present as less individual than we actually are.

The name of the group, Solsten, is neutral at best for more than half of us, but existing without a link to others in the system online is heavily frowned upon. "System tags" are commonly required in Discord servers that have bots for accessibility. Intra-system communication in public is laughable & weird at best, and outright banned at worst. We are expected to be a very single group of people.

We've known about each other for years longer than we've known about the plural community, so I guess it makes sense that we don't fall in with the norms presented here. We're in the age range now where we're "too old" for the youngest members to be comfortable with, and "too young" for the oldest.

The easiest thing for us to do has been to find others through our interests, and we've been very lucky to find three(!!) other systems who we're now very close with. They don't seem to be as interested in alterhumanity as I am, but I think all I can really do is take what I'm given. They listen and allow us as much space as we need to be uniquely and separately ourselves.

This was sort of an aimless ramble from the get-go. I haven't been here long enough to make in-depth critiques of common trends. (It's my understanding that other platforms like Dreamwidth and some personal websites host wonderful content of that variety.) But maybe we should start making all of our coworkers decide if they all had to be one animal what it would be. Even if our coworkers are already strongly and separately wolves, birds, and human beings.

#pluralgang #plurality #endo safe #personal #alterhumanity #tagtalk ->#The pervasiveness of it is disheartening #We will never be allowed to be physically separate. I wish we were allowed the mental space in /all/ public areas #I wish it was seen as normal to be different #There is just not a concise way to group us. This is inadequate and I would almost like it to be gone completely.#But there's nothing to replace it with #and it *has* to be replaced if we want to remain in a lot of plural (or fandom!) spaces on Discord. Sigh #Apologies if this is worded clumsily. One of my first times putting fingers-to-keyboard long form expecting an audience #My dream isn't to share a different-looking body. I'd really love my own #thoughts comments and opinions welcome. from all angles

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