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#post-trimax vash.......#fuck!!!#something about vash holding onto a tiny little thing wolfwood carved with his own hands#and that being the last remaining piece of him#vash keeps on living but as the centuries go by he's starting to forget the little details about wolfwood#he still dreams of his voice. he buys the cigarettes he used to smoke just to feel his presence (maybe suffer in his absence)#but the wooden bird is losing its shape day by day. year by year#and when theres none of it left how will vash be sure of his past lover's existence?#ok rant done im killinj myslef#ilsa if u see this im staring into your soul rn while im plagiarising you#vashwood#vash the stampede#trigun maximum#trimax#my art#trigun fanart
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one day i hope that we find names and evidence of women who wrote some of my favourite works, only to be plagiarised by males whose names they publish and circulate under
#all males did was steal#text posts#desi tumblr#radical feminism#radical feminist safe#terfblr#terfsafe#radical feminists do interact#radical feminist community#feminism#radblr#one day we will know who kafka plagiarised from#and dostoevesky#hopefully foucault#maybe even fisher#and smith#and hegel#and marx#and hume#ughhhhhhhhhhh
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As of the time I am writing this, James Somerton’s YouTube channel has 324K subscribers. According to vidiq.com (and to be fair I don’t know exactly how accurate this site is) before the hbomberguy video released he had 337K Subscribers.
James Somerton lost 13 THOUSAND subscribers and hbomberguy’s video IS ONLY 15 HOURS OLD.
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#yes I'm aware I could break these into smaller posts. no I'm not going to#“earnest sex with my genuine wife” cracks me up idek why#sorry if any of these has been done I didn't mean to plagiarise you#I can't even remember if *I* have already used any of these my memory is shit#merlin memes#text post meme#bbcm#merlin#bbc merlin#merlin text posts#*
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gojo satoru x reader story where everything's the same---riko is killed and haibara dies and geto defects and jjk 0 happens and jjk happens, with nanami dying and gojo dying etc. etc.---and you're gojo's widow, who also used to be his best friend while in high school but then were married to him once you two became adults because 'clans'---you did not really ever fall in love with him, and satoru knew this still chose to love you everyday of your married life together---anyway... as the plot is approaching an end, you finally make peace with the death of your husband, your comrades, so on and so forth; and just when you think you finally have some peace and quiet in your life, you're vaulted back in time into your 13 y.o. self, suddenly standing face-to-face with your best friend satoru complaining to you how he's utterly sick of his very overbearing clan elders, and that he is planning on going to the tokyo branch of jujutsu high---you just received a second chance at life, at correcting all that went wrong---so what are your plans? do you think you have enough energy, enough life left in you to assume the role of the construction crew, huh? or will you just let everything happen the way it is doomed supposed to happen, and just keep yourself out the way, stopping your second life from being messed up by anyone and everyone?
#i don't really want anyone to see this yet i feel a need to share this#idk if i'll ever make this into a proper fic *stares at my exam schedule*#but i'm going to try going to try going to try [the fix-it bug is <<<<]#i don't think anyone will but pls don't plagiarise this. like. PLS!! 🙏🙏#i just wanna write a reader who is just. so fkn. weird. and confusing...#okay. i will shut up now *sighhh*#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk leaks#jjk spoilers#kit posts 📝
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HEADS UP EVERYONE. Keep your fics close and safe because the plagiarising thief is back. Just give it up already
Okay, so after the world's longest hiatus, I have returned to Tumblr .... I will start writing my newest project sometime in the future! Thanks to the community for the support 💜✨🤍
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On the Topic of Plagiarism:
I decided to make my own post rather that co-oping @thefreelanceangel's because, despite having her full and enthusiastic permission to do so, what I'm talking about is somewhat adjacent to her point and entirely inspired BY the fact she tagged @riftdancing—particularly Blink—and I wanted to demonstrate examples of incidence were coincidence and consent do not immediately equate to plagiarism; it's ultimately about intent, and you do not need to tear yourself up on the inside if you find someone with a similar idea to yours, provided neither of you have gone out of your way to copy each other.
First, please meet the troops:
On the left is Miss Koret Swan. On the right is Miss Blink Vaniro. As I so delicately summed up:
It would be easy to surmise, based on this alone, that one of us copied the other person. However, both of these are old characters, written in a time and space where neither of us knew each other, and the similarities have always been a cause for laughter and playful teasing rather than competition and spite. I made Koret in WoW as a sister to a wolf and lamb concept, and Pepper made Blink as a character to an overarching D&D campaign set in a sci-fi universe.
What I'm trying to say is that, whilst plagiarism is absolutely a bad thing, as someone with anxiety over this sort of thing, you do not need a wholly 100% original idea in order to write and roleplay publicly, and many ideas share overt similarities to others that deviate the moment you peel back the veneer.
Koret and Blink are both 'pirates'. Koret is a privateer (said with all the sarcasm a privateer entails; a pirate with the proper papers) and Blink is a sky pirate. All of Kor's theming is around the ocean, particularly the deep ocean, and Blink's is all about the sky and the freedom it gives. But they both have wolf motifs. Kor has had a sister, Blink has had a brother.
What makes these characters different is the way that we explore them and how these broad ideas become niche based on the concepts we want to expand on as writers. What makes them different is that neither was written despite (or even in spite) of the other, nor did one of us look at the other and go 'oh, i want to do x with y because i think it'll be better'.
There are dozens of femme fatal concepts out there. There are heaps of bad-ass men. If I had a dollar for every knight character that was in xiv alone, I'd still be a rich woman. Hell, I know for a fact that my star-gazing viera is certainly not the first of her kind, nor will she be the last. I can coexist in spaces with people who have these similar concepts because I know there's enough deviation between those characters, as I have spent the time cultivating a niche story for mine where broad concepts are more set-dressing than the actual meat and potatoes of the character.
If you have the ick about someone copying you, especially if you have a negative history with them or the person is being weird, you're probably right on the money. I have had characters of mine blatantly ripped off for the former. But this is more for the reassurance of people who are like 'I don't want a pink-themed miqo'te because I know one already exists' or 'I don't want to play with a spore druid concept because I know one exists' (i'm using my own miqo'te here as an example, LMAO). You can have a primadonna, pink miqo'te who lives in Ishgard and is clawing her way to the tippy top of the high houses and I wouldn't stress because my primadonna, pink miqo'te is currently knee-deep in a bog because she heard she can find peat mummies there. They're not the same. They share similarities, but they're not the same.
Write it because you think it's fun. Not because you've seen x's concept be popular and you want a slice of it. Not because you want a ship similar to y's and you're going to gush about how much you love it and try to mosey in with a knock-off (no, this has never happened to me, what do you mean?). You're not going to have the same amount of fun!! It won't be the same!!
But also, at the same time, don't rob yourself of an opportunity to play with a concept because someone else is already doing it, especially if it's just a trope. People can tell the difference and they will embrace it if you're earnest.
You may even find someone like I found Pepper. We laughed at it. Then we made an AU and shipped them. They're kissing. They are stabbing. They are kissing and stabbing each other.
#。・゚゚・ — sea speaks#I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSEEEE#plagiarism bad#inspo not bad#similar =/= copy BUT#if you have a weird vibe your probably right!!!#but don't immediate rule yourself out because someone is doing it#OR#assume someone is automatically copying you#just because you have a bad ass women or something#u feel me? u feel me.#anyway if you use this post to justify plagiarism but you are actually plagiarising i wish leg cramp in the night on you
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I'm not listening to a white person on what's racist or insensitive to brown people. read orientalism by edward said before talking to me or my son ever again
#“the take away was literally not a writing exercise” 1. it was 2#2. cant you white bitches do that on a different post#3. telling indians what is and isnt dismissive of what they go through is hmm. what is it called#4. fuck your saviour complex#5. you guys ARE incredibly dismissive of the global south. our lives are just fiction no what you bitches “warn” about is already happening#wanna talk about how american overconsumption is contributing to the climate crisis? or are you too pussy for that#sorry i dont want my post about how i dont want my people to die in heat strokes to be hijacked. be serious for once in your lives#“sci fi writers have been warning about this” cool! wonder where they got that from#plagiarising gayatri spivak cause i hate her. can the subaltern speak or is that too much for your cracker sensibilities
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hello i’m attempting something for steddie week too, but it'll be one large thing probably @steddie-week
day 01: pining
2 new messages
eddie The Problem munson: —steeb —esteban —stefano —stevie —love of my life apple of my eye pls pls tell me i can call you —i am very chill etc etc —no i’m not —let me call youuuu —😠🥺🙏
Steve snorts as he picks up his phone and reads Eddie’s messages that keep coming in his usual spam of consciousness, a giddy feeling spreading in his chest as he snorts and goes to answer.
— Call me then, coward
Not a second later, his phone rings. Steve picks up immediately, even though he considers making Eddie wait; just to be difficult. Just to calm his racing heart that is always so lively around Eddie.
“What,” he says, attempting to sound bored and annoyed — in vain, because even he can hear the smile on his face. Traitor, he thinks to himself.
“Steve,” Eddie sing-songs, drawing out Steve’s name like he does every time he’s happy. “Steve, Steve, Stevie.”
“Ed, Ed, Eddie,” he sings back, relaxing into his couch and shutting the laptop. Lesson planning can wait, he decides, shuffling all the loose pages into the text book and placing his laptop on the pile, trusting that physics won’t betray him. “What’s got you so happy, hm?”
“Why do you think I’m happy?” Damn idiot has a smile on his face as he asks that, Steve can hear it. It makes his own grin widen and he huffs into the phone.
“I literally know you, babe.”
Babe. His heart flutters every time he says it — and he tries not to, because it’s meaningless, it’ll never happen. But Eddie picks it back up every time, and Steve is weak. God, he is so, so weak.
On the other end, Eddie hums and Steve basks in the sound for a moment. It’s always so contagious, Eddie’s happiness, and he wants to soak it all up. Wants to be the reason for it. Wants, wants, wants.
“You do,” Eddie says, his voice so light and fond it makes Steve’s whole body tingle. And his heart flutter. And it fills him with such happiness that he feels like he could take on the entire world right now, just with the way Eddie’s voice went all soft on him.
God, he’s hopeless. So, so hopeless. But he’s also weak. An addict, leeching off Eddie’s attention, getting a kick out of the smallest dose, and absolutely certain he couldn’t survive if it were taken from him. He needs it. Even if it kills him a little bit, because—
“She said yes.”
Steve blinks. “Huh?”
“Chrissy. She said— She said yes, Stevie. We’re getting married.”
He says it and he sounds so happy. So, so happy. And Steve is the world’s worst best friend for the way he freezes, the way he almost drops his phone if it weren’t for the vice grip he has on it, frozen in time and space because his heart has stopped beating. It has stopped, surely, because no beating heart can hurt this much. No beating heart can crack open and still work the way it used to three, five, seven seconds ago.
Eddie, bless his entire soul, laughs to fill the silence, and it’s the happiest sound. A boyish one, like there is no pain in the world and not a worry on his mind. A bit hysterical, too. Like he can’t believe it himself yet. Like this is the best day of his life and saying it again has reminded him of it. At least that’s what Steve imagines it feels like when someone wants to be married to you. He wouldn’t know, of course, as the only person he would ever ask is already engaged to someone else. Apparently.
Eddie is engaged.
Engaged and laughing and so, so happy.
And Steve feels nauseous. Dizzy. Breathless. His eyes begin to sting and the hand that’s holding his phone begins to tremble, his grip so tight it hurts.
Steve feels… too much. His hands tremble and he tries hard not to cry.
“You’re getting married.”
“We’re getting married.”
They’re getting married.
Fuck.
Someone has to tell Robin. Because in true Platonic Soulmate manner, Steve and Robin fell in love with the two people who are in love with each other. Like the chaotic mess they are.
“Sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner,” Eddie continues, a bit more sober now. Sounding genuine and sufficiently awkward about it, in true Eddie-manner. Like the big old softie he secretly is. “I would have, but…”
But I know you’re in love with me and didn’t want to burden you with the love I carry for someone who isn’t you, Steve’s brain auto-fills helpfully. But you keep flirting with me and there was never room for someone else when I was with you.
But, but, but—
He swallows and drags in a deep breath past the pain in his throat where all the words he can never say are forming a massive lump.
“Hey man, don’t worry about that, we all know I suck at keeping secrets,” he offers. And it’s a lie, because he has kept this one thing secret for years and years. This one thing, this huge and all-encompassing thing that he can feel in the tips of his fingers when he is texting Eddie, and on his tongue when they are talking, and in his heart even when he is sleeping.
This one thing, this one secret, is his never-ending love for Eddie.
And he will add another one to that, a lovely little friend for it. To keep it company. That other secret, of course, will be the way his heart has shattered into a million little pieces and will remain that way until he can’t even look at Eddie anymore. And even then will he look at Eddie and smile at him, and Eddie will smile back and the pain will flare up again.
Again and again and again, for the rest of their lives. Possibly even beyond that.
“You do suck at that,” Eddie chuckles, though it is quieter this time, almost private. Fond. Gentle. Always, always like that. It used to mean something once. And if Steve closes his eyes, he can imagine that Eddie smiles his secret smile, the one Steve has only seen directed at himself. It almost breaks him.
Eddie’s I have known you for a whole eternity and love you beyond words, silly, but you also make my life so much harder-smile. That’s what he has dubbed it because that is what Eddie had said the first time he smiled like that when Steve was drunk off his ass.
But. But, but, but—
It’s no use to think of that now, to reminisce and imagine what might have been if… Well. If Steve weren’t Steve.
And that sure is a dark path he doesn’t want to trudge now, not in the face of the even darker path of Eddie getting married that he sure as hell will have to walk down for the rest of his life.
He sighs and tries to think of something to say. Something good. Something that is not Please don’t marry Chrissy. Please don’t take yourself away from me. Please. Please don’t get married to anyone who isn’t me. Please open your eyes and see me, please listen to me, please understand what I say when I say I love you. Please.
He kind of spaces out for the rest of the conversation, not really listening to Eddie’s words over the ringing in his ears and the pumping beat of his shattered heart.
Eddie speaks softly to him, the undercurrent of happiness and contentment still in his voice, and it would give Steve life, it would be contagious, it would be so very precious if it didn’t also drive the knife of pain ever deeper into Steve’s entire soul, slicing him apart with no one around to put him back together again.
Splitting him in half. One half that just wants Eddie to be happy, to sound like he does right now for ever and ever. And the other half, loathing that Eddie’s happiness is not inspired by him, not because of him, not in any sort of relation to him.
It’s not fair. And Steve is torn. So he shuts himself off and lets Eddie ramble, tells him that he is tired after pulling an all-nighter again and wrangling the his difficult seventh graders that were particularly hard on him today when the other man asks him if he is all right.
“Steve,” Eddie sighs, and a traitorous tear rolls down Steve’s cheek at the caring exasperation he hears there. “How often do I need to tell you that sleep is important? You’re gonna wear yourself out at this rate. And the kids just suck.”
“I know,” he says, and sniffs, willing the tears to not fall. Not until Eddie has hung up on him.
“Aww. That emotional, huh?”
At that, Steve sobs out a laugh and gladly accepts the way out. “Well, excuse me, my bestest friend whom I love very much is getting married soon! Or, well, I hope it’s soon, nobody has time for all that suspense. Anyway, I am allowed to be emotional about this!”
Eddie chuckles again and sighs gently. “Yes, you are. I’m glad you are. Thank you, Stevie.”
Don’t thank me. Not for this. Not over this, please, don’t thank me.
“Don’t thank me,” he says with a grin, and it hurts his cheeks from how forced it is. “Thank yourself for being brave enough to actually go through with the proposal! We both know you’re chicken shit.”
Just like me, he thinks. Just like me.
They laugh and it sounds hollow to Steve’s ears. He just wants the phone call to end, wants this to be over with. Wants them to not get married. Never, ever, in this life or the next.
He wants… he wants Robin. No, he needs his best friend, his soulmate. He can’t cry alone, not about this.
Eventually, Eddie hangs up, that smile still so audibly his lips, and that painful happiness still very clear in his voice. Steve wants to share it. But he can’t.
All he can do is stare at the phone in his trembling hand before he closes his eyes and lets himself cry, his head falling back against the couch until he slumps over to one side. He stares and he cries until he can’t anymore.
Eddie. The love of his life. Is getting married. To Chrissy, the other, platonic love of his life, who is like a sister to him. Who, coincidentally, is the love of his real platonic soulmate’s life.
Fucking hell, the mess they find themselves in!
After a while of pitifully staring at the wall, all cried out and feeling thoroughly pathetic, he lifts his phone and speed-dials Robin.
“Stevie?”
He sniffs, and it must sound as awful as he feels, for her next words are, “I’ll be right there. Alcohol or ice cream?”
“Both?” he whimpers after a moment, and Robin hums right back.
“I’ve got you. I’ll be there in ten.”
She hangs up before he can say anything more, and he is overcome with all the love he holds for her.
As he waits for her to come over, he does not move from the awkwardly half curled-up position on his couch, the lesson plans for tomorrow forgotten completely. This is his life now. His Eddie-less life. His engaged-Eddie life. His loveless, hopeless, endlessly pitiful life.
come back tomorrow for: bittersweet & angst | read here
#steddieweek2023#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington#eddie munson#dio words#listen idk if this'll be a whole thing but I hope it will (but also I've written almost the exact same premise for the Witcher once before#so if you feel like this is too familiar I swear I am not plagiarising this is just me again with a hallmark typcial trope dont yell at me#please 🤍#it’s technically not day one for me bc it’s 3:42am but eh
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twilight-tok is high key ripping off/parroting yours and the muffin’s heretical metas it’s actually getting crazy. do you and the muffin feel weird that they don’t credit you?
We do, actually. While we're not on tiktok and it's news to us this was happening there too, we've seen a lot of it already on the platforms we do frequent and this being on tiktok as well does explain a lot.
At first noticing little and not-so-little ripoffs was funny, these days it's just very discouraging and part of the reason we post less and keep new fics unpublished.
Credit people, guys, it's not that hard.
#about this blog#the carnivorous muffin#a fun experience was when i rewatched hbomberguys video for funsies and coincidentally during a break#discovered someone had plagiarised one of our hp fics#that was actually pretty funny since it seemed the plagiarist had been upset we weren't nicer to their blorbo#so the fic was just our fic but... the characters were nicer to their blorbo specifically
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writing "how (insert character) fucks you" and just slapping a twitter link on it then proceeding to tag it with x reader is crazy.
#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁#how is that even x reader?#if you're not writing shit then it shouldn't be on the x reader tag period.#and these people saying “dont plagiarise my work” is wild to me#like what work? you copying and pasting that shit? 💀
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This whole Comic Relief video is amazing but the Jeeves and Wooster section is the best by far. Hugh Laurie’s singing + Stephen Fry’s everything killed it. With the bonus content from the whole video just being so funny.
Watch it and join me in knowing about this absolute gem.
#i wish there was more of Jeeves and Wooster in here but i’ll take what i can get#this is the real song y’all. feddie mercury was plagiarising from our boy#jeeves and wooster#bertie wooster#reginald jeeves#another bertie song#bohemian rhapsody#1993 Comic Relief
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#i was making this character before the robocop thing happened to me but now im really struggling to let myself give this character traits i#really enjoy without feeling like im plagiarising robocop.#even design wise#like the face was supposed to be ripping off cyclops if anything#im struggling! if u read this pls lmk if im overthinking or am like totally not overthinking#i was watching cyborg movies in order to expand my like. mental library of cyborgs for this character. thats why this happened to me.
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new comic is done!! this one was a DOOZY and i changed my workflow like six times, but in the end i think it came together really nice! it's, uh, probably the last longer one i'm gonna do for a while, though :P
i'll probably add a little step-by-step in a reblog tomorrow. for now, catch the transcript under the cut!
Vanishing Act, over the intercom: So sorry I can't stay and watch you be devoured by pyro-sharks, but I've got my curtain call to make... and the audience are simply dying to see me. Ciao, agents! Or should I say... CHOW! AHAHAHAHAHA!
(Caught in one of Vanishing Act's villainous death traps, agents Zanotto and Aquato find themselves hanging by a thread in... "LOVE BITES!")
(sfx: Clink, clink)
Lili: Welp. At least now you've got an excuse to miss Franke and Kitty's wedding.
Raz: Oh, my GOD. I can't believe you're still going on about that.
Lili: I don't get why you're being so stubborn about it!
Raz: Because Kitty's a jerk and I hate her.
Lili: That's not true.
Raz: Yes it is! That cruise ship mission we went on, she left me to barf my guts out for like two hours!
Lili: Well maybe you shouldn't have eaten all that shrimp!
Raz: Well MAYBE I didn't know it was POISONED!
(sfx: clink, clink)
Lili: ...c'mon, Raz. That's not the only reason, is it?
Raz: I guess I just... I feel weird about it, y'know? It makes me think about us.
Lili: Wow. Way to make things all about you.
Raz: Oh, c'mon, you know that's not what I meant.
Lili: Well what do you mean?
Raz: It just... sometimes, I...
Raz: Relationships are - complicated, right? I'm happy for them, but it makes me think about our own relationship. And how there are... milestones, and - and certain expectations, and... and marriage is... well, it's...
(He sighs)
Raz: Ow.
(sfx: BONK)
Raz: There's give on my right wrist.
Lili: Can you pass it under?
Raz: One second...
Lili: Alright. Just gotta get my legs free...
Lili: Hey. D'you... want to get married?
Raz: ...no. No, and I feel - terrible about it.
Raz: Because I - because we don't have a traditional relationship. And I don't want to have that with you. I like how we are now. But then I see other people our age getting married, and it makes me worry that... that I'm letting you down, or not doing enough as your boyfriend, and that - that maybe you deserve someone who...
Lili: Raz?
Raz: Yeah?
Lili: I love you.
Raz: I love you too.
Lili: You're being stupid.
Raz: I know.
(sfx: paf)
Lili: ...listen. We should talk about this. But, uh, maybe not in the pyro shark death trap.
Raz: ...huh. Y'know, these are great whites. You can't keep them in a tank. They need the space of open water.
Raz: Which means I'll bet anything that this... leads to the ocean.
Lili: Then let's get a move on. We've got a party to crash.
#psychonauts#pyro-sharks lovingly plagiarised from one of caligraphunky's fics#because it's such a perfectly goofy mental image and i couldn't get it out of my head#future superstar agents au#fsau raz#fsau lili#comic#polish#and now. i sleep. goodnight all
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"average roman senator has 3 wives in his lifetime" factoid actualy just statistical error. average roman senator has 1 wife in his lifetime. gnaeus pompenis magnus Georg, who lives in his theater and has 5 wives each year, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#pompey#if i plagiarised this pls let me know idk if ive seen it somewhere else it was just In My Head
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Man who stole art for profit says it's suddenly not fair to use HIS stolen art for profit.
Something about reaping and sowing? Something about shoes on other feet?
...the schadenfreude is delicious today.
#ai art#plagiarism machine#suddenly plagiarising the works of the plagiarism machine is wrong somehow#oh no its the consequences of my actions#how terrible
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