#sadie says shit

[werewolfarthurmorganenjoyer]

Some of you really treat the rdr men like you're their boy mom and their female love interest are their girlfriends that you lowkey hate but cannot openly say it.

And then the other female characters are the daughters that never get any attention whatsoever.

[alphaclxwn]

w w w what if i wrote an alenoah wt fic, right? but neither of them win?? like, i’d get one of my silly baby blorbos and make them win instead and everyone goes ‘how the fuck did that happen’ ya know? and i don’t want that blorbo being carried either. that blorbo is the carrier while also being unassuming enough for the audience to hopefully never figure out who it is until we get to the final three??

would people read that orrrr???

[confused-catastrophe]

Dont you find it weird how rick riodon shipped a 13 y/o Hazel with a 16 y/o Frank?

Im well aware that hazel was born in the early 1900s and is breifly described as "mature for her age", but is that really a justifiable excuse? Most of her "life" was spent in the fields of Asphodel untill nico helped her pass through the doors of death, and seeing how Asphodel is described in the books, she most likely didnt get to develop and grow in the way most people do. Meaning, she is probably the same as she was before her death. Hazel is just a 13 year old girl trying to adjust to a new world after spending her childhood in a old and less advanced world, and even though frank is a nice and fluffy guy and would not date someone 3 years younger than him to manipulate them, that doesn't make it anymore ok.. It feels like hes using the fact the younger one is more mature and the older being less mature as an excuse to pair a middle schooler with a freshman in highschool, and that is just weird. This same thing applies with sadie and walter/anubis.

[royalarmyofoz]

this is really what katherine didn't want to get out (stupid dms to sadie when she's drunk)

[infinitelysordinary]

beating my anxiety by exposure therapy (texting people i barely know to hang out)

[spoolesofthread]

so much of the bg3 fandom hates polyamorous people with such vitriol it’s unreal

[queen-beefcake-sqx]

okay but what if my Cleric Quint just romances Astarion AND Gale. and maybe Wyll. Let that boy be a slut he deserves it after I trapped him in a labyrinthine dream realm in my youth.

[unized-3]

i have so many things i want to say about this song, and i swear i tried for about 15 minutes to do it. since i couldn't, i'm just gonna post it here. listen to it.

[vukkert]

bro who knew

I go on twitter once ever blood moon. An it fucking unlocks Rebecca Sugar sketch book. NOW idk if this is real or not but who ever is making this art. They are MESSY!! I MEAN MESSY!!

Ame: Can I stay myself?

Sadie and Amethyst in a whole toxic ass relationship.

Hey lars chimes in-

[intheholler]

the appalachian murder ballad <3 one of the most interesting elements of americana and american folk, imo!

my wife recently gave me A Look when i had one playing in the car and she was like, "why do all of these old folk songs talk about killing people lmao" and i realized i wanted to Talk About It at length.

nerd shit under the cut, and it's long. y'all been warned

so, as y'all probably know, a lot of appalachian folk music grew its roots in scottish folk (and then was heavily influenced by Black folks once it arrived here, but that's a post for another time).

they existed, as most folk music does, to deliver a narrative--to pass on a story orally, especially in communities where literacy was not widespread. their whole purpose was to get the news out there about current events, and everyone loves a good murder mystery!

as an aside, i saw someone liken the murder ballad to a ye olde true crime podcast and tbh, yeah lol.

the "original" murder ballads started back across the pond as news stories printed on broadsheets and penned in such a way that it was easy to put to melody.

they were meant to be passed on and keep the people informed about the goings-on in town. i imagine that because these songs were left up to their original orators to get them going, this would be why we have sooo many variations of old folk songs.

naturally then, almost always, they were based on real events, either sung from an outside perspective, from the killer's perspective and in some cases, from the victim's. of course, like most things from days of yore, they reek of social dogshit. the particular flavor of dogshit of the OG murder ballad was misogyny.

so, the murder ballad came over when the english and scots-irish settlers did. in fact, a lot of the current murder ballads are still telling stories from centuries ago, and, as is the way of folk, getting rewritten and given new names and melodies and evolving into the modern recordings we hear today.

305 such scottish and english ballads were noted and collected into what is famously known as the Child Ballads collected by a professor named francis james child in the 19th century. they have been reshaped and covered and recorded a million and one times, as is the folk way.

while newer ones continued to largely fit the formula of retelling real events and murder trials (such as one of my favorite ones, little sadie, about a murderer getting chased through the carolinas to have justice handed down), they also evolved into sometimes fictional, (often unfortunately misogynistic) cautionary tales.

perhaps the most famous examples of these are omie wise and pretty polly where the woman's death almost feels justified as if it's her fault (big shocker).

but i digress. in this way, the evolution of the murder ballad came to serve a similar purpose as the spooky legends of appalachia did/do now.

(why do we have those urban legends and oral traditions warning yall out of the woods? to keep babies from gettin lost n dying in them. i know it's a fun tiktok trend rn to tell tale of spooky scary woods like there's really more haints out here than there are anywhere else, but that's a rant for another time too ain't it)

so, the aforementioned little sadie (also known as "bad lee brown" in some cases) was first recorded in the 1920s. i'm also plugging my favorite female-vocaist cover of it there because it's superior when a woman does it, sorry.

it is a pretty straightforward murder ballad in its content--in the original version, the guy kills a woman, a stranger or his girlfriend sometimes depending on who is covering it.

but instead of it being a cautionary 'be careful and don't get pregnant or it's your fault' tale like omie wise and pretty polly, the guy doesn't get away with it, and he's not portrayed as sympathetic like the murderer is in so many ballads.

a few decades after, women started saying fuck you and writing their own murder ballads.

in the 40s, the femme fatale trope was in full swing with women flipping the script and killing their male lovers for slights against them instead.

men began to enter the "find out" phase in these songs and paid up for being abusive partners. women regained their agency and humanity by actually giving themselves an active voice instead of just being essentially 'fridged in the ballads of old.

her majesty dolly parton even covered plenty of old ballads herself but then went on to write the bridge, telling the pregnant-woman-in-the-murder-ballad's side of things for once. love her.

as a listener, i realized that i personally prefer these modern covers of appalachian murder ballads sung by women-led acts like dolly and gillian welch and even the super-recent crooked still especially, because there is a sense of reclamation, subverting its roots by giving it a woman's voice instead.

meaning that, like a lot else from the problematic past, the appalachian murder ballad is something to be enjoyed with critical ears. violence against women is an evergreen issue, of course, and you're going to encounter a lot of that in this branch of historical music.

but with folk songs, and especially the murder ballad, being such a foundational element of appalachian history and culture and fitting squarely into the appalachian gothic, i still find them important and so, so interesting

i do feel it's worth mentioning that there are "tamer" ones. with traditional and modern murder ballads alike, some of them are just for "fun," like a murder mystery novel is enjoyable to read; not all have a message or retell a historical trial.

(for instance, i'd even argue ultra-modern, popular americana songs like hell's comin' with me is a contemporary americana murder ballad--being sung by a male vocalist and having evolved from being at the expense of a woman to instead being directed at a harmful and corrupt church. that kind of thing)

in short: it continues to evolve, and i continue to eat that shit up.

anyway, to leave off, lemme share with yall my personal favorite murder ballad which fits squarely into murder mystery/horror novel territory imo.

it's the 10th child ballad and was originally known as "the twa sisters." it's been covered to hell n back and named and renamed.

but! if you listen to any flavor of americana, chances are high you already know it; popular names are "the dreadful wind and rain" and sometimes just "wind and rain."

in it, a jealous older sister pushes her other sister into a river (or stream, or sea, depending on who's covering it) over a dumbass man. the little sister's body floats away and a fiddle maker come upon her and took parts of her body to make a fiddle of his own. the only song the new fiddle plays is the tale about how it came to be, and it is the same song you have been listening to until then.

how's that for genuinely spooky-scary appalachia, y'all?

[cowboyfromh3ll]

you said to do headcannons right?

can you do sex headcannons for the members of the gang? Only ones you're comfortable with obv. Personally, I don't care much for Micah (I want to set him on fire) so feel free to leave him out if you don't feel like writing for him

But the usual Dutch, John, Javier, Arthur, Charles, and anybody else you feel like are just perfect. I love your writing, so I'm excited to see your take on these

<3

Sex HC Ft. Van Der Linde Gang

(Dutch Van Der Linde, John Marston, Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Sean Macguire, Sadie Adler)

I should write for the girls more

Warnings: Smut, duh

Dutch Van Der Linde

He probably loves roleplaying

Pretending he's the outlaw and you're the officer punishing him

But most times he loves being in control of you, thinks it's so attractive when you submit completely to him and become his pliable little servant

Likes it when you wear expensive jewelry and gifts he buys you with nothing else on

Definitely wants you to call him Sir

Says the most poetic and flowery things to you during

Probably enjoys receiving but LOVES giving head. Views it as another way to take control

Quickies with him are non existent. To him, sex and intimacy are an art, and he will take his time with every little detail and aspect of it

Enjoys playful brattiness, definitely a brat tamer

I can see him being into BDSM. Ball gags, leather crops, leashes, blindfolds, etc

John Marston

Super messy, super rough, super desperate

Pussy eating pro. I'm talking mind blowing, back arching, toe curling, sheet gripping head. ALWAYS asks if he can go down on you

Acts like every time you two have sex will be the last

On the contrary though, I feel like he'd be into edging

Also doesn't mind letting you be dominant, he has such submissive energy

Mayhaps a mommy kink, because I can also see him calling you mommy

Would let you tie him up, totally at your mercy

He loses any semblance of shame, will beg, cry, whimper, you name it

Could consent to just about anything, if you tell him to bark he'll bark

Gets carried away when during sex sometimes, just gets absolutely drunk from pleasure

Javier Escuella

Incredibly romantic and passionate

He can fuck, but he can also make love

So much sexual stamina, and makes every time you have sex absolutely unforgettable

Loves to make sure you are as comfortable as possible and feel as though you have enough privacy. Even if it means paying for a hotel, he'll do anything to ensure your comfort

But if you wanna have risky public sex he's more than willing to as well lmao

Holds you and whispers how much he loves you while he thrusts slowly

But if y'all are fucking he'll say the filthiest shit he can conjur up in his mind while thrusting as hard and fast as he can

Slaps and grips anything he can hold onto

Overwhelms all of your senses and stimulates you in multiple ways at once

Loves cumming inside you but if not inside then on your torso or face

Arthur Morgan

Loves putting his whole weight on you when y'all fuck

Just simply pinning you down with the size of him drives him crazy

Is such a gentleman even during sex. Always stops and asks how you are and if you like how he's doing

Insists you don't have to go down on him but secretly loves it when you do

His favorite positions are ones where you're totally helpless like mating presses or locking your arms behind you

Whenever he fucks you from behind he wraps his massive arm around your neck. Idly squeezes down on your neck

Enjoys sex totally naked, makes it feel more intimate exposing yourselves fully to each other

But he loves it if you wear cute outfits for him just so he can take it off you

But he absolutely loves quickies. Complains they're too risky but every time you suggest one he's unbuckling his belt before you can finish your sentence

Definitely does the knee thing

Charles Smith

He is a pure giver. You will always cum at least 3 times or else he won't feel like he did a thorough job.

Will ignore his own aching cock as long as he can see you squirm in ecstasy

Your pleasure is his pleasure

Doesn't care if he doesn't get to cum tbh

Definitely aware of his size and uses it to his advantage if you're into that

Cages you in his arms, holds you down, puts you in choke holds, etc

I feel like he'd be pretty vanilla and you'd be the one to bring kinks to the table if anything. Will honestly do most anything you want if it brings you pleasure

Soft but firm touches, like every touch is done with intent and thought

Type to make out with you for hours without any actual stimulation and be content. Will see you off with the bluest balls.

Lenny Summers

He's still pretty young so I believe his experience would be limited

You two are probably eachother's first everythings, atleast you're his

Probably cums real fast but makes up for it with enthusiam

Will try out so many things with you, the two of you will both bring ideas to the table

Tries to start things off slow but his excitement gets the best of him

SO MUCH communication and talking during (feedback, jokes, etc...)

Very forward with his needs

Asks for hand/blow jobs a lot to blow off some steam

Very fast learner, and probably very risky

I feel like he'd ask to finger you a lot in risky situations

There's been instances where he just forgets foreplay altogether and just wants to go at it

Kieran Duffy

Submissive as hell

Definitely whimpers

Let's you take the lead 99% of the time

Will cum within five minutes max, and it really takes it out of him

Super sensitive literally everything. Touch him anywhere and he's blushing and squirming

Loves it if you wrap your thighs around his head

That being said, enjoys face sitting

Feels reassured when you tell him what to do and help him in the process

Hands roam all over you, it's like he can't fathom that you're a real being that's actually doing this with him

Eyes roll back and his face goes red when he cums. He's super embarassed about it

Micah Bell

SO rough. Drags you into position and commands you to do certain things

Likes slapping, hair pulling, spitting, I feel like he'd even be into piss. All of the above would go both ways for him.

Hate sex with him goes crazy ong. And after arguments? Just fucking all your anger away

Into degrading for sure

Sex is definitely the best emotional release for the both of you without actually hurting eachother

He's into marks. That entails scratches, bites, bruises

Make him bleed, literally beat the shit out of him during sex and he'll let it slide

Sex is a constant battle for dominance

Probably makes you do embarassing things for him like bark

Also puts you in obscene and embarassing positions just for his own pleasure

If anyone ever heard y'all have sex they'd think it sounds more like an argument and a fist fight than love making

Sean Macguire

The goofiest man during sex, not even intentionally either. He'll say the stupidest thing you've ever heard with his whole chest and you'll have to ask if he's serious

"You ready for the Macguire special?"

Loud ass moans, cannot contain them. If you're into public sex you better either prepare to be caught or mentally prepare yourself for the influx of scoldings/questions that'll come later

LOVES playful brattiness or when you want to take control. He's all for it

Has fantasies of being woken up with head

Will do the same for you in return if that's what it takes to enact his fantasies

Also into roleplay but way cornier shit like you're a nurse and he's a patient. Indulges in costumes as well

Drunk sex is the best because it's combining two of his favorite things

Sadie Adler

Also definitely does the knee thing...

Genuinely one of the sweetest and more passionate lovers, and it will translate during sex

Super gentle and passionate

Lot's of "I love you"s exchanged

Never any space between you, your limbs constantly intertwined as you kiss and move against eachother

Either of you can take the role as dom, it doesn't matter to her

Smiles the whole time out of pure adoration for you

Can be super sultry and kinky when the time calls for it though

Not opposed to being a little rougher but I can't see her going too far with that

Thinks you're far too delicate and special to be treated in such a way

[royalarmyofoz]

omg sadie said it first

and katherine calls back to it twice

that’s why she looked in sadie’s direction each time she said it

[queen-beefcake-sqx]

I’ve gotten back into baking and it’s making me weirdly emotional because like… this was the kind of shit that was so special and luxury to me when I was a poor kid because it was like my parents MADE that, you can’t get it in a store, etc etc. The pizza is the bread recipe just rolled out so it’s so goddamn spongy for a crust which is like A+ to me. I hope my granddad is cheering from his grave knowing his love of cooking is helping his granddaughter a lot rn.

[sommerbueckers]

ok idk if this is too specific😭 but what about a fic where paige and reader get into an argument and then like a day later paige gets a call from the hospital saying that paige is her only emergency contact and that reader broke her leg and they make up in the hospital. some angst to fluff action ykkk

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

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✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟑.𝟔𝐤

✰ 𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐥

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YOU PUSHED OPEN THE door of your apartment, immediately being greeted by your dog, Sadie. She scratched at the part of your leg where she could reach, threatening to rip through your pants. Setting your keys and purse down on the counter, you scooped her into her arms.

You could hear the faint noise of Paige rummaging around in the bedroom, and with Sadie still in your arms, you made your way toward it. The door was cracked, a beam of light illuminating a small corner of the rest of the apartment. You poked your head in and found your girlfriend standing in front of the bed putting things into a suitcase. Her back was turned, she had yet to notice you.

"Are you going somewhere?" you asked with a laugh, not entirely sure what you had walked into.

Paige jumped, hand to her heart. "You jus' scared the shit outta me," she breathed out, "I didn't even hear you come in."

You gently placed Sadie onto the bed, "The lights were off so I thought you were sleep, didn't wanna wake you."

"How sweet," she pursed her lips out at you, putting a small smile on your lips.

"So what is all this?"

"Yeah uh..." she walked over to the dresser to grab another handful of clothes, "Azzi wanted me to come help her with her basketball camp in Maryland so, I was gonna go down there for a few days."

You stared at her, the surprise quickly morphing into a frown. "Maryland? Wait, you're leaving? Just like that?" your voice held a mix of disbelief and hurt.

Paige glanced up, her expression faltering as she met your eyes. “Yeah, I know it’s sudden, but Azzi didn't wanna be down there all by herself so she asked me to come with. Plus it's gonna be a lot for her, havin' to deal with all those kids."

You shook your head slightly, trying to process the news. “I mean, you didn’t mention anything about this. We’ve got a lot going on here, too, and I was planning on us spending some time together this weekend.”

Paige’s face flushed with a hint of frustration. “I know it’s last minute, but this was kind of urgent. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, and I figured I’d just go and be back in a few days.”

You crossed your arms, feeling a pang of anger. “It’s not just about the timing, Paige. It’s that you didn’t think to talk to me first. We were supposed to make plans together, and now you’re leaving without even a heads-up."

Paige’s face reddened as she straightened up, her frustration boiling over. “So now you’re mad at me for trying to help a friend? I didn’t realize I needed your permission to do somethin' that's important to me!" Her voice rose a little as she spoke.

"That’s not what I’m saying, Paige. It’s just that we were supposed to make plans together, and this feels like a huge thing you didn’t even bother to fill me in on.”

Paige’s eyes flashed with anger. “You think I didn’t want to talk to you about it? I just didn’t want to deal with another argument over my choices. You act like I’m abandoning everything we’ve planned when really, I’m just trying to be there for someone who needs me.”

"I need you!" you yelled, "But you think that just because you come home to me every night that means you're there for me, you barely even talk to me!"

Paige’s jaw clenched as she slammed the suitcase shut, her frustration clearly evident. “Well, maybe if you didn’t make everything so damn complicated, I'd be more open to talkin' to you about shit! I’m tryna to balance everything, and it feels like no matter what I do, it’s never enough for you!"

You felt a sting from her words, your anger mixing with hurt. “I’m not trying to make things complicated, i’m just asking for some consideration. But you act like that's such an inconvenience for you to give! What do I have to do for you to think about my feelings for a second?!"

"Bro you're actin' like i'm doin' it on purpose! I'm tryna take care of the shit in my life and still make everybody else happy, maybe if you tried to understand that instead of jus' focusing on what i'm doin' wrong then it wouldn't turn into an argument every time you opened your fuckin' mouth!"

You stood there silently, lips parted in shock as a thick silence fell over the two of you. Tears burned your eyes, and you tried, and failed to keep them from falling. Sadie's paw scratched at your hand, her big brown eyes looking up at you pleadingly. You wanted so badly to just cuddle up with her and cry, but you couldn't even stand to be in the same room with Paige at that point.

She stepped closer to you, an apologetic look crossing her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that—"

"You did, and it's fine," you spoke dismissively, "i'm gonna go take a shower." You turned on your heel, keeping your head up the entire way to the bathroom. When you reached the door, on the verge of letting the tears fully fly, you turned back to her. "I think you should sleep on the couch tonight."

Paige’s face fell, her eyes softening with a mix of regret and resignation. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, realizing that her words wouldn’t fix what had been said. Her shoulders slumped as she nodded quietly to herself, knowing your emotions were too high for her to try and make amends.

The sound of running water drowned out the last traces of the argument, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the soothing embrace of the steam.

PAIGE HADN'T SEEN YOU all day, you had been gone when she woke up and now that she was getting ready to head to the airport, you still hadn't come back. She had called you, twice. She knew you were upset over her leaving, but if you wouldn't even let her apologize, there was nothing she could do about it. The thought of staying did cross her mind, each time accompanied by a pang of guilt. But it wasn't often that Azzi asked her for favors and the least she could do was follow through with it.

She was running behind, Azzi had already texted her that she had left the house and Paige was frantically searching the apartment for her jacket. When she had found it, she threw it on and grabbed her suitcase from the bedroom.

When she finally found it draped over the back of a chair, she let out a sigh of relief. As much as she wished you were there to see her off, she knew she had to go, hoping that when she returned, there would still be a chance to fix everything. Paige tried not to dwell too much on the thought, the memory of your last conversation slowly pressing down on her like a weighted vest. She felt her feet drag across the floor, an anchor caught on the door of your shared apartment as she attempted to drag the chain further than it could reach.

She was making the right decision, that's what she told over and over again as the elevator doors closed behind her. She's be back in a few days where you'd be waiting for her with open arms, having gotten over the petty argument in the time you spent away from each other. She had to be there for Azzi, and you had to understand that.

YOU DECLINED PAIGE'S CALL for a third time, throwing the phone into the backseat of your car and sifting to yourself. You didn't want to hear what she had to say, because no matter what it was, it didn't change the fact that she was still leaving. Still leaving when all you had wanted her to do was stay. You constantly felt like you were begging for her attention, begging to be loved. But Paige's friends always came first, Azzi always came first.

Sadie stirred in the passenger seat, breathing out a tired sigh as she readjusted herself. You had taken her out for some mommy-daughter time; you had been to the pet store for new toys, to Starbucks for a pup cup, and she had made friends with a few other dogs in the park. You couldn't blame her for the way her eyes fluttered shut despite the noise of the traffic outside.

The roads were crowded, so crowded that the cars from the stoplight ahead were backed up into the intersection you were pulling into. Horns were blaring from every direction, and you were crazily moving your eyes around to stay alert. It was because of how alert you were that you were aware of how inattentive everyone else was. You were aware of how oblivious the drive heading toward you was, you were aware of the crash that was going to happen before it even did.

PAIGE HAD JUST GOTTEN to the front of the check-baggage line when she got the call. The bustling airport around her seemed to blur into insignificance as she stood there, paralyzed by the news. It was a moment of dreadful clarity—one that made her question every decision she'd made leading up to this point.

She turned to Azzi, a dazed look in her eye as though she couldn't fully understand what had happened.

"Paige what happened?" she asked her repeatedly to which the blonde just shook her head.

"I gotta go...it's an emergency!" she shouted, running out of the airport and dragging her luggage behind her. She climbed into the first cab she saw, directing him toward the hospital.

"I gotta go...it's an emergency!" Paige shouted, the words bursting out of her in a frantic rush. She barely registered Azzi's surprised expression as she grabbed her luggage and bolted. Her feet pounded against the polished tiles, her heart racing faster with each step. She shoved through the crowd, her mind a chaotic whirl of fear and desperation. Everything around her felt surreal, like a dream she couldn't wake up from.

She stumbled out of the terminal, eyes scanning the row of cabs. Without a second thought, she threw herself into the first one she saw, slamming the door shut behind her. As the cab pulled away, Paige leaned back, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. The city blurred past, a kaleidoscope of colors she couldn't focus on. All that mattered was getting to the hospital, to you.

When the cab pulled up to the front of the hospital, Paige jumped out, nearly toppling over from how quickly she had gotten out. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her hands trembled as she handed the driver a crumpled bill, barely acknowledging his muttered thanks. She glanced up at the imposing building, its sterile facade a harsh contrast to the chaotic whirl of emotions inside her. The automatic doors slid open with a mechanical hum, and she rushed inside, her breath catching in her throat as the cold air enveloped her.

The lobby was bustling with activity—patients waiting, nurses moving briskly, the distant sound of a PA system announcing codes and calls. Paige felt disoriented, her senses overwhelmed by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the murmur of hushed conversations. Her eyes darted around, searching for the information desk. She spotted it to her left and hurried over, her footsteps echoing loudly in her ears.

"S'cuse me," she gasped, leaning on the counter to steady herself. The receptionist looked up, her expression professional but kind. "I'm here for... I jus' got a call. My—my girlfriend was brought in," Paige stammered, struggling to catch her breath. She barely noticed how frantic she sounded, her words tumbling out in a panicked rush.

The receptionist nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she searched the records. "Name?" she asked, glancing up at Paige.

Paige swallowed hard, the name almost sticking in her throat. "Y/N. Y/N L/N," she managed to say, the reality of the situation hitting her with full force. As she waited, the seconds felt like hours, each one stretching painfully long. She could feel her anxiety bubbling up, threatening to spill over.

The receptionist's eyes softened as she found the information. "They were brought in a short while ago," she said gently. "They're in the ER. If you go down this hallway and take the elevator to the second floor, you'll find the emergency department."

She turned and quickly made her way to the hallway, her steps quickening with each stride. The elevator doors opened, and she stepped inside, pressing the button for the second floor with a shaking hand. The ride up was agonizingly slow, the soft elevator music clashing with the turmoil in her mind.

When Paige stepped out, she was immediately met with the controlled chaos of the ER.

She spotted the reception desk and approached it, her eyes scanning for any sign of familiarity. A nurse noticed her and approached, a clipboard in hand.

"Are you here for someone?"

"Yeah, Y/N L/N."

The nurse glanced at the clipboard and then nodded. "Follow me," she said, leading Paige down a series of corridors. The sterile white walls felt suffocating, and Paige's heart pounded louder with each step. The nurse struggled to keep up with her long strides, Paige didn't even know where she was going. A fraction of her was hoping you'd stroll out of one of the rooms, that charming smile on your face as you took her into your arms, kissing her and telling her that everything was fine. That you were fine.

Finally, they came to a stop outside of one of the rooms. The nurse cracked it open, gesturing for the blonde to step inside. Paige's breath caught in her throat as she saw you lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to various machines. You looked so small and fragile, a sight that sent a shiver down her spine. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was a reminder of the harsh reality.

The nurse closed the door behind her, leaving the two of you alone together. You were sitting in the bed with your hands in your lap, picking at your nail folds that had begun to bleed. Your tear stained cheeks were prominent under the fluorescent lights, Paige's heart cracked at the sight. Small bandages covers the scratches on your face, there was a cast on your left leg which was elevated using a few extra pillows. When she pulled a chair up beside your bed, you fixed your eyes on the black TV on the wall.

"I came as soon as I got the call, fuck I was so scared, I didn't know what happened or if you were okay—"

"Of course i'm not okay," you interrupted, a hint of bitterness in your tone, "A car slammed into the driver side of a car that I was driving Paige. Why the fuck would I be okay?" Paige flinched at the intensity of your words, her shoulders slumping under the weight of her guilt. It clung to her, palpable and thick, like heat radiating from an open oven. You didn't care though, it was evident in the way you continued to chew at her. "I was terrified, I couldn't feel my leg, and there was fucking glass everywhere."

You looked at her then, meeting her gaze with an intensity that made her shrink back. For the first time, you saw those familiar blue eyes brimming with unshed tears. It struck a chord deep inside you, a mix of anger and sorrow, but it was too late to stop now. The words that had been stuck in your throat finally found their way out.

"I needed you..." you choked out, your voice breaking. "I needed you, and you weren't there." The rawness of your admission hung in the air, heavy and unrelenting.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of the heart monitor's steady beep. Paige's eyes were glossy with tears she struggled to hold back, her lips quivering as she fought to find the right words. But what could she say? The truth was already out, raw and undeniable. You had been alone, scared, and in pain, and she hadn't been there.

"I..." Paige finally whispered, her voice cracking. She looked away, unable to hold your gaze any longer. The silence was suffocating, filled with the weight of everything left unsaid. You watched her struggle, a mix of anger and heartbreak churning inside you. You wanted to scream, to lash out, but all that came out was a strangled sob. She reached out for your hand, hesitantly, afraid that you'd pull away from her. When you didn't, her interlocked your bloodstained fingers with hers.

"I should've been there for you," she breathed out, voice uneven and trembling. It had taken you getting into a car crash, being within mere feet of your life ending, for her to realize how much she needed you. For her to realize that you wouldn't always be there ready and willing to forgive her every time she fucked up. That at any moment, the life she knew could be stripped away from her in seconds.

"I was so caught up in my own world, in my own problems, that I didn't see what was right in front of me. I took you for granted, and I'll never forgive myself for that."

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling, gripping her hands tighter in yours.

"You're my everything, you always have been. It's you before anyone else, and i'm gonna spend every fucking moment of the rest of my life making up for this because that's how much you mean to me. You want me to clean the apartment while you lay up with Sadie then consider it done, you want to go shopping and max out my card then you can do that, or if you jus' wanna give me shit every minute of the day then i'll sit there and take it.

I will never complain about you starting an argument because i'll do anything to be able to hear your voice, even if it is you jus' chewin' me the fuck up. I didn't mean what I said last night, I know you think I did but I didn't. I'll prove that to you however you want me to, just tell me. Tell me what you want me to do and i'll do that for you."

You looked at her, silently, wondering how much truth her words held. "Quit basketball," you whispered.

The blondes eyes widened, her brows raised, and her lips fell open in shock. She scanned for face for a sign of humor, a sign that you were joking and hadn't just asked her to give up the one thing that got her to where she was no. When that small, pleasantly familiar smile pulled at your lips, the thumping of her heart slowed.

"I'm kidding, i'd never ask you to do that..." you mumbled, slightly shaking your head.

Paige stood up, her hand still interlaced with hers. "Can I hug you?"

You looked at her, a myriad of emotions flickering across your face. The anger, the hurt, the lingering fear—all of it was still there, simmering just beneath the surface. But as you gazed into Paige's eyes, you couldn't help but let your love for her completely cloud everything else. She stood there before you, open and exposed, waiting for your response.

Finally, you gave a small nod, your eyes softening just a fraction. It wasn't a full forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start. Paige's face lit up with relief, and she hesitated for just a moment before stepping closer. Her arms wrapped around you gently, almost hesitantly, as if afraid she might break you. You felt the warmth of her embrace, the familiar scent of her hair, and something inside you began to thaw.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself lean into the embrace. It felt good to be held, to feel her arms around you, even if just for a moment. Paige's hug was a promise, a vow to do better, to be there for you in the way she hadn't been before. 

A soft knock sounded at the door, and the same nurse that had directed Paige to the room, now entered with Sadie wiggling in her arms. Paige pulled away, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks streaked with tears. A laugh escaped her lips. It was a small, but much-needed moment of levity in the midst of everything.

"She's been whining ever since we took her away to check her up, figured she'd want to see you two," the nurse smiled warmly, placing her gently into Paige's arms. She then disappeared again, but not before giving a reassuring nod to the both of you.

You watched admiringly as Sadie moved excitedly in Paige's arms, wagging her tail and licking the blonde's jaw. She didn't care that Paige hadn't been there during the crash, that Paige had left them alone to go to the airport, she was just happy that she was here now. You tilted your head, a soft smile playing at your lips. Sadie had forgiven Paige — at least it seemed that way...and that meant that you could find it somewhere in your big heart to forgive her too.

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I love making these it's kind of a problem now

WHAT EACH RDR2 GANG MEMBER WOULD POST ON SOCIAL MEDIA (my opinion)

Dutch - 10 minute tiktok rants about why the USA is failing (normally stitched from a news clip) - with a small cult like following with about 150 likes

Hosea - Outdoor skills teaching videos (hunting and whatnot) with all the comments saying hes like a Father figure

Arthur - Pretty photos of Forest animals on Insta without a caption

Bill - stitching people on tiktok challenging them to fist fights and those "what happened to real men" tiktoks

Javier - Music covers on guitar (very popular)

John - (1899) shitty gaming clips with NO schedule like sometimes 9 months apart

Abigail - get ready with me ranting about her child and husband

Jack - (1907-11) posting videos of his family being stupid without them knowing (80% Uncle and John)

Mary-Beth - Novel bios and links to her online Wattpad

Tilly - cute trends on tt often with her friends (like dances or cool transitions)

Karen - funny ass one-liner captions making fun of things

Miss Grimshaw - Those "Mother how do i" videos in her spare time

Reverend - Bible passages with a 9 minute rant after and then every week an accidental upload whilst shit-faced

Molly - shopping hauls that turn into vents

Strauss - Links to his business (regularly asks the younger members how to use functions and what things mean)

Trelawny - Magic tricks and Dramatic storytelling (everytime in a random place people find funny)

Sean - 20 second rant that's unironically hilarious and gets made into a template

Lenny - Book readings and 5 minute stitches respectfully arguing against the people he doesn't agree with

Charles - Never uploads aside from once a photo of Arthur next to an animal in a really pretty outdoor scenery

Sadie - secret videos of people like Pearson doing something embarrassing (inspired Jack to do the same) and "pranks"

Uncle - going out in public and doing something outrageous that ends in him being arrested (was nudity 9 times)

Micah - thirstraps

Pearson - videos on his wild "adventures" whilst cooking in the backround (the comments bully his food and his adventures)

Kieran - Horse Care videos (fully anonymous and would blur his face on everything). Lots and lots of horse videos

Yall remind me who I forgot

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Boom surprise Sadie Adler x F!Reader smut because I’m not allowed to kiss girls and I need to write my frustrations abt it </3 I’ve been working on this for a WEEK maybe? It just kept getting longer and longer woopsies also thank you for 207 followers WAAA <3 mdni!! (My first published smut!!! and first proper fic I think? Lol)

“S-shit- sorry..”

You had kissed Sadie Adler.

“I’m so sorry..”

Couldn’t even say her name.

“T’was- was an accident-“

“No,” came out of those soft lips of hers. It sounded more urgent than commanding, albeit hushed. Maybe it was your wishful thinking hoping she wasn’t mad at you.

Both of you stayed still, eyes darting everywhere but at each other. A hug to welcome her from her travels escalated into something much more.

If it was really an accident, then why was it such a big deal to you? Best friends would laugh it off, if that is what you are to each other. Sometimes, as strange as it sounds, it was really hard to tell.

You turned away first. Hearing, feeling her breath on your face making you uneasy.

But she didn’t let you. The fingers meant to catch onto your wrist caught on your hand before you so much as took another step. You stumbled back into her with a bump.

“I-”

“Did you-..” Sadie paused, voice lower than her usual volume. She didn’t usually think much of her words. But with you, it was as if she weighed every vowel. Always so careful. Even more at this very second.

“Did you hate it?” She braved herself to look at you. The same eyes used to stare daggers into one’s soul, so scared of you. Scared of this unknown thing that’s been festering between the two of you. Scared of accidentally pulling out what might have taken root.

“Hate what?”

“The kiss.”

Your mouth felt dry, eyes locked on your joint hands. Your chest tightened and it felt hard to breathe. What wasn’t real before was real now, the two words uttering everything unspoken.

It was a kiss as much as Uncle had lumbago. Merely a brush of your lips when both of you turned your heads yet it was a kiss to you nonetheless.

You just didn’t think she’d agree.

“No,” you admitted, praying she wouldn’t hear. Your stomach churned at the thought of searching her face. The quiet of the night seemed to stretch on forever and it made you wonder why, why did you wait for her return every night? A question filled with regret as well as genuine wonder.

It was probably the gnawing guilt you felt for somewhat ignoring her before she left. Only you knew why you did it and that it meant more than what it appeared. But why did it disturb you so much? Why does she haunt you so much?

As though sensing your will to leave again, she tightened her grip. Until then, you didn’t know that you could feel suffocated and comforted at the same time.

“Please talk to me..” Sadie rasped, her familiar boldness stripped off, leaving her bare in front of you. It wasn’t like you’re a stranger to this side of her. You’re one of the only person who gets to see it. It’s just that after all those times listening to her past, it’s about you now.

“Am I readin’ this wrong?” Her thumb slid across your palm and your heart skipped a beat. “Cause I feel like I’m goin’ crazy.. W-what is it? With us?”

The stutter in her speech convinced you that she was just as scared. It didn’t provide you any reassurance if not made it worse. You could fight your own doubts and fears. But it wasn’t so simple when it came to Sadie.

You could have your heart trampled on by horses and it would hurt much less than seeing her frown.

“Nothin’s wrong with us,” you shake your head before forcing yourself to face her. She looked almost desperate as opposed to the girl you knew so well and it broke your fucking heart. It strangely made you want to kiss her again.

“I- I just..” I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.

“I can’t lose you,” she blurted out, impossibly tightening her grip on you and adding another hand. “I don’t know what I did. But I know I pissed you off enough for you to act all strange around me before I left and I hate leavin’-”

“You didn’t piss me off..” you shake your head once more, giving her hands a squeeze. “Sadie, I-”

“Then can I kiss you again?”

You felt your heart jump up your throat, you could choke.

Yet you find yourself nodding.

She gently tugged on your hands and pulled you into a soft kiss. You closed your eyes upon the feel of her lips, losing yourself while your hearing loses itself in the beat of your own heart.

It took a while for you to realize that she kept on pulling your hands, leading you further from camp.

“Sadie..” you breathed out between kisses. You wanted to say that whatever’s happening between the two of you still wasn’t resolved. It was like she was in such a rush, it made you wonder if something had happened in her travels. But at the same time, this felt like everything you’ve ever wanted.

She tasted like everything you’ve ever wanted.

And if maybe she was using you for relief, you’d let her.

“Hm?” She sounded like she was too far gone to be listening. That is, if not for how good her name rolled off your tongue when you’re all breathless like this.

Sadie suddenly yelped, having tripped over something and falling on her back, pulling you down with her. Your eyes widened at how close you were. How beautiful she was with her flyaways now that her hat’s knocked off. She just chuckled, holding your face and kissing you again.

“I’m sorry,” she smiled against your lips. “For- for- mph- everything..” The rapid beating in your chest aside, you were relieved to hear the old Sadie again. You groaned and kissed her deeper as though to shut her up, your hands pulling on the collar of her shirt. She snickered even though she felt something else entirely bothering her.

Out of impulse, Sadie bucked her hips up against you, earning a whine from your lips.

Fuck.

She had to hear that again. She repeated the movement and there it was.

“Sadie,” you moaned, scrunching up the fabric of her shirt in your fists. Your mind malfunctioned from whatever she was doing. All you knew was that you wanted more.

She mirrored you with a plea of your name and continued to grind up against you. You could feel yourself getting wetter, so taken with how she feels that your mouth stopped kissing her, staying agape. Sadie gladly watched, in awe of how beautiful you’ve always been to her.

“You like that?” She asked between pants. You found yourself nodding again. “Can I touch you?” And again.

Her hands moved to your hips, grounding you down against her and you gasped. It still wasn’t enough.

Her fingers made their way under your nightdress. It wasn’t noticeable until they grazed your clothed crotch, sending shivers throughout your body. You’d be lying if you said you’ve never touched yourself to the thought of her before. But somehow this all seemed so new. Like it never crossed your mind how it would actually play out in real life.

As Sadie continued to slip her fingers past layers of fabric, your forehead found home in the dip of her shoulder like the many times it has before. Though the motion felt different from when you laughed or cried against her. It was clear now that every part of her was simply made to hold you.

In more ways than one. As more than a friend.

You made another noise that was music to Sadie’s ears when her fingers found your clit. Your hands instinctively grabbed her arms in a feeble attempt to calm whatever’s brewing inside you.

“This okay?” She asked quietly against your temple, hesitating to kiss it. She’s inhaled all the air out of your lungs, her fingers almost inside you this very second, and yet.

“Yes,” you answer like how you would to a god. So she continued to touch you like how she would touch herself.

“I’ve never..” rub. “It’s been a while.” Rub. she said it so sheepishly like your breaths aren’t growing more labored each time she moved. Rub.

“It’s alright.” I’ll take anything you give me.

“Can you look at me?” She nudged your brow with her nose. You obeyed, slowly lifting your head to level hers.

What a sight you were. Your parted lips, your half lidded eyes, how your eyebrows scrunched when she pressed on your bundle of nerves.

“Shit..” she just had to kiss you again. Might just have to keep at it until those glossy lips are swollen, a reminder of how she’s tasted you and that she doesn’t think she could get enough.

She’s been in love before and it felt an awful lot like this.

With Sadie sitting up and holding your waist, her fingers picked up pace and it all became too much for you that you quivered. Even so, you still needed more of her.

“You feel- ah! so-.. mmh..” the way a string of your saliva clung onto her lips when you gasp was too much for her to handle.

“Yeah?” Fuck, you were so turned on by everything she says or does. Like she knew what she was doing when in truth, she was still experimenting with you. Like a girl with a new toy on Christmas day. Careful yet curious. And with every new reaction she got, her eyes practically gleamed.

You nodded, unaware when you started moving against her fingers.

When Sadie pulled away to catch her breath, your eyes landed on the top of her shirt, a few buttons undone. There was something about her chest. How it fogged up your head whenever you talked to her and caught sight of it. You had to look away before you let out a whimper just thinking about what they could possibly look like.

She blushed when she saw what you were looking at. Hell, did she feel the same way about you. How she’s always wanted to see what you looked like under this goddamn nightdress. How torturous it is to share a cot with you and having to just.. Sleep.

When she realized she could taste you, her lips latched on to your neck. She spread your wet folds apart just to see if your pulse would quicken. Your throat deliciously bobbed before you exhaled a breathy moan.

“You want me to push it in?”

“Yes, yes please,” you begged, repeatedly dragging your sex on her fingers. She complied.

She helped you lift yourself up a bit as she slowly inserted her middle finger inside. Watched your scrunched up face the entire time, not willing to miss it for the world.

You let out a breath you’ve been holding once she pushed it all the way in. Almost immediately, she slid it back out, circling your clit before ramming it in again. Your wetness made it easy for her to repeat this a couple of times, making you whimper.

“Does it feel better than a dick, sweetheart?” She asked, voice barely above a whisper, a genuine question as much as a tease. It was true even with one finger. Sadie’s finger. You were too consumed to be embarrassed, the sloshing noises from your cunt speaking for itself.

“Mhm, It’s- ah!” You gasped as her finger stretched you in circles, her palm on your clit.

“Too much?” She looked up at you, concerned, searching your face as she slowed to a stop. Only to be met with your contorted face while you shake your head.

“N-no.. It’s not..” you trailed off, looking down to where you sat while you tried to catch your breath. It just dawned on you the wet patch on her pants. Surely that can’t be all your doing.

Cautiously, you reached for her belt. Your fingers were shaking.

“What’re you doin’?” She chuckled nervously, caught off guard and vulnerable with the state you found her in.

“Can I?” You asked softly, looking down at her. Still breathing heavily, you bit your lip, your eyes glazed as you felt her pull her finger out. As much as she wanted to taste you, she had this overwhelming need to watch you taste yourself. Needed to know what you’d look like after you touched yourself.

She lifted her fingers to touch your lips and without being told, you sucked on them. Your eyes trained on hers as you licked her fingers clean of yourself.

Lord..

Who is she to say no when you looked at her like that? As if she ever knew how.

“Y-yeah.. Yeah, okay..”

You released her finger with a pop and smiled before starting to unbutton her pants. If it was even possible for a heart to race faster, you swear yours did by looking at more of her skin. Meanwhile, Sadie looked at you the entire time. The strands of hair stuck to your face, the focused expression you had as you worked through her garment, your own fucking liquids laced on your lips..

“You’re my savin’ grace,” she suddenly said, quiet enough only for you to hear. You looked up at her, not quite understanding. Though it didn’t really matter when she kissed you. To hide how fragile she felt after that confession and to just.. God, she just wanted to keep kissing you. She hadn’t realized how much she missed kissing. How nice it was to be in love.

You giggled into the kiss, not one to complain. If only you were aware of how much you affected her. Sadie refused to break the kiss, tightly holding onto your face even when you adjusted to remove her pants completely. You straddled her again after, your legs folded on either side of her.

“Christ, the grass is sharp. Pokin’ at my ass,” she huffed, pausing the kiss to look down. You laughed and smacked her arm, not used to such comments in this sort of situation.

“Sadie!”

“What?” She smiled, looking up at you as she held you closer. Her fingers traced the sides of your arms, sending chills down your spine along with the night air. It didn’t help either that you were now sitting right on top of her wet crotch. Her hairs scratched your clit through the fabric in the most pleasant way.

“I shouldn’t have gotten you stark naked in here, sorry,” you said shyly. It suddenly occurred to you how much you wanted her that you were willing to do it in the open.

“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry about,” she chuckled, pulling your face into yet another kiss for God knows how many times tonight. “Now what were you gonna do to me?”

And just like that, the feeling in your stomach returned.

“Wanted to- mmh- to- try somethin’..” you murmured, right hand holding her waist while your left slowly lifted her right leg from under you, emitting a moan from her. Your lips retreated from hers, now having connected by your foreheads. Immediately, your eyes moved to take a proper look at her sex. You just had to touch her. Needed to. So you left her leg to rest on your shoulder and you touched her.

Your fingers reached her wet folds and oh, it was so wet. Wet in every sense of the word and full of slick. When you felt your way around, Sadie let out a throaty whine that felt warm on your face. Her hands landed on your shoulders. Like she isn’t quite sure what to do with them. Is it okay to wrap her arms around you?

“I got you,” you assured her in a whisper prior to kissing her cheek. It was such a sweet gesture that she was taken aback when you started slowly circling her clit with your thumb. She breathed out your name and you hummed in satisfaction as you started a trail of kisses down to her jaw.

Sadie bucked up against your fingers and you could tell she was getting impatient. It hit you that she wanted this as much as you did and you don’t think you’ll ever believe it.

“I told you I got you,” you say sweetly against her neck. All the while penetrating her with two fingers at once. Not like it was hard to do at this point.

“Shit- oh-” her rasps as you steadily moved in and out of her were intoxicating. Surely this was a dream. You’ve only seen her this way in your dreams and they aren’t even a quarter as wonderful as this.

Her leg twitched above your shoulder as your fingers kept the pace, your thumb flicking and pressing the nub above her entrance. Your other hand gently pushed her down, moved by the way her chest heaved as she panted. You were past being shy.

You opened the buttons on her shirt and she surprisingly helped. It was like your heart counted down with you to the moment she revealed herself.

She was prettier than you could have ever imagined.

You thought you wanted to touch her breasts. What you didn’t realize was that you already did. As though your hand had a mind of their own. You continued to do so, relishing every inch and scar with your fingers. Her face and the noises she made throughout will definitely create a place in your mind.

As you sucked on her bud, you could feel her clench around your fingers and hear her whine. This must be precisely what heaven is like.

You wondered what would happen if you quickened your fingers and you did, making her call out your name.

“K-keep that up and I- shit-.. I ain’t gonna last long.” And you planned on doing exactly that. You pulled out to rub her clit before pushing your fingers in again. She gasped, moving away at the motion until your hand returned to her waist, keeping her in place. You didn’t know what possessed you. You just had to know what she looked like completely undone.

You lifted her waist a bit like how you would yourself as your fingers searched for that place inside of her. You knew you reached it when she let out a strangled noise and grabbed your arm.

“Right there?” She could only nod, jaw slack. You felt yourself clench at the sight, your movements unfaltering to her pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to come.

You made sure to watch her face when it happened, memorizing how she trembled under you, kissed her and swallowed her cries.

Again, you didn’t know what got into you. But you pulled out of her and quickly rubbed her clit throughout her orgasm, making her scream into the kiss before she pushed you off her. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you laid next to her, sucking her cum off your fingers. You made a mental note to drink it from the source next time.

“Lord, what’s gotten into you?” Sadie panted, a big smile on her face. Not that she’d have it any other way. You just giggled, covering your face. She saw this from the corner of her eye and scoffed, catching her breath before she got up to straddle you.

“Now, you don’t get to be all shy again after doin’ that to me,” she chuckled, removing your hands from your face and pinning them down.

“I’m sorry, I just..” no matter what you do, you couldn’t stop smiling. Despite the loud beating of your heart from what you’re about to say. “I’ve been wantin’ to do all kinds of things to you Sadie.. God, I’m crazy about you.”

Sadie felt like her heart was about to combust from how fast it was beating. Returning her feelings right after making her come? She couldn’t be more sure of how she felt about you at that very moment.

“I know I ain’t a man and I’m not supposed to-”

“Just shut up and let me kiss you again?” Of course you let her.

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