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Tuesday's Gone — Chapter 7

Russell Shaw x reader

Summary: When the police does little to no help to find your missing daughter, you are forced to contact Colter Shaw. What you don’t expect is how his investigation will reveal secrets about both your past and your daughter’s, in ways you never imagined.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of murdering someone (as a joke, kind of), so much Scooby-Doo and dog talk, GIRL DAD RUSSELL!! (he's a warning because – well, you'll see)

Y/N: This chapter... this chapter is literally my favorite from this series. Enjoy!🤍

Title’s based on Tuesday’s Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Catch up on Chapter 6 here

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“What the actual hell are you doing here?” she snapped, her words laced with enough venom to make anyone think twice about speaking.

Russell, clearly anticipating her fury, quickly raised his hands in surrender. “I know this sounds insane, and I know you probably hate my guts – fair enough, you’ve got every reason to – but Y/N sent me to grab some stuff for her and Emma.”

Your sister’s brows furrowed in confusion for many things. “Where the hell are they? What did you do–”

“They’re at the hospital in Springland” Russell cut in, holding up a hand. “They’re fine, okay? Just– let me pack some things for them. You can come with me, I’ll explain everything on the way” he said.

Her hands started to tremble, and she had to grip the doorframe to steady herself. “So, they’re okay? Emma’s okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. They’re good” Russell said, though his gaze was unreadable. “Please, let me–”

A flood of emotions hit Anna all at once. Relief, yes, but also an undercurrent of fear she couldn’t shake. Emma was okay. That’s all that mattered. Still, she didn’t understand why you would be in Springland. And…why hadn’t you called her? And why the hell was he here picking up their stuff?

Anna stared at him, trying to read him. The whole situation was a mess. You and Russell hadn’t exactly parted on the best terms, and now here he was, showing up at your door, looking exhausted and out of place.

Why him?

Still, Anna couldn’t help the relief flooding through her. You and Emma were safe. You had to be. But she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was still off.

“Alright” she sighed and reluctantly let him in. She helped him pack some sweaters, a new pair of jeans, clean underwear and everything you’d need during a hospital stay. She also tossed clothes to Emma, her favorite plushie – a Scooby-Doo toy your parents gave her.

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Exhausted didn’t even begin to cover it. The last few days had chewed you up, spat you out, and trampled over what was left. You weren’t just tired. You were hollowed out, running on fumes and sheer willpower. You had a feeling like you’d need a month's rest, minimum.

But at least Emma was safe. She was sleeping peacefully now, tucked into the hospital bed beside you. Physically, she was unharmed, Rourke and his men hadn’t laid a finger on her. Yet, you knew that wasn’t the whole story. Mentally, the trauma of it all would leave scars neither of you could see just yet. Your brave, sweet girl had been kidnapped. Stolen away. And the thought of what could have happened – no. Your mind can’t even go there.

Now here you were, sitting vigil beside her hospital bed. You’d been given your own resting place in the room – thank heaven for small favors – but you couldn’t bring yourself to use it. Instead, you stayed planted by Emma’s side, staring at her tiny face as she slept. Her brows were furrowed even in rest, her lips pressed into a worried pout. Seeing her like that made your guilt weigh heavier.

You should have been her protector, her guardian angel, the one who kept the bad things away. And yet here you were, staring at the evidence of your failure. No four-year-old – or any child, for that matter – should have to go through this.

Your mind wouldn't quit, racing through the last few days like a bad movie on loop. First, the panic when you realized Emma was gone, the gut-wrenching moment it hit you, like a punch to the stomach. Then there was Rourke, that smug, twisted, mustache-framed smile of his, and the mess you’d thrown yourself into just to get her back. The helplessness you felt when you finally decided to call Colter. And, of course, there was Russell blowing back into your life like a hurricane, as if you hadn’t just spent years avoiding him.

They’d saved her. Saved both of you, really. And for all the hurt and confusion between you and Russell, you couldn’t deny that he had stepped up when it mattered most.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts.

The door creaked open, and Anna’s familiar auburn hair peeked in first. Her eyes softened when they landed on you and Emma. She slipped inside, moving quietly not to wake her, and behind your sister came Russell, lugging two heavy sports bags.

Anna came straight to you, her arms wrapping around you tightly as soon as she reached your side. You returned the hug, letting her warmth chase away a fraction of the chill that had washed over your skin.

“God, I was so worried. So, so, so worried.” she whispered with a voice heavily trembling.

“I know, I– I’m so sorry” you murmured. “I was too. Did Russell tell you?”

She pulled back just enough to look at you. “Yeah, he briefed me” she said as her hands were still gripping your arms. “Don’t worry, I put him in his place” she said and Russell rolled his eyes at that. She really did, let’s just say, the whole car ride had been a rather tense experience.

You nodded, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Thank you for coming. You didn’t have t–”

“Stop” Anna cut you off, smoothing a hand over your hair like she used to when you were kids. “Of course, I did.”

Her eyes slid to Russell, and her mouth tightened into a thin line. She knew you two had so many things to talk about, but – for obvious reasons – she didn’t want to leave you with him. On the ride here, Russell tried to explain everything. And by everything, he meant everything. His line of work, the reason you were brought to your sister’s house that night four and a half years ago, and the real reason Emma was taken. To say Anna hadn’t taken it well was an understatement. But even in her anger, she couldn’t miss the regret in his voice, or the way he spoke about Emma – like she was the most precious thing in his world, even though he barely knew her.

That, more than anything, made her hesitate.

Anna’s gaze darted to Russell, who was mindlessly unpacking one of the bags she’d hurriedly thrown together, then back to you.

With a reluctant sigh, she said, “I’ll leave you two to talk.” Her voice carried the weight of a thousand unspoken warnings, all of them aiming directly at Russell. “I brought the essentials” she added, nodding toward the duffels by the door. “I’ll be outside. Need to call Mom and Dad anyway.”

“Thanks, Anna”

She gave you a small, tight smile and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to Emma’s forehead. Without another word, she stepped out of the room.

The door clicked shut, leaving you alone with Russell. The silence that followed wasn’t heavy, not this time.

Russell cleared his throat, abandoning the duffels mid-unpack, and shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

“Thank you” you said quietly, your voice softer than you’d expected.

“For what?” he asked quietly.

You didn’t have a specific answer, really. There was too much to thank him for.

Bringing you here to make sure you and Emma were safe, for one.

At the diner, he’d distracted Emma with soothing words and a little game – like connecting with her was the most natural thing in the world. That moment had surprised you, even warmed you.

And then, of course, there was the big thing. The thing that mattered most. He and his brother had risked their lives to save Emma. Your child. Your entire world.

Sure, he was partly the reason Emma had been in danger to begin with. But after everything, could you really hold that against him? Not more than you blamed yourself, anyway. He hadn’t even known about her, let alone that she could be used as a pawn to hurt him. That part? That was on you. You’d made the decision to keep quiet about your pregnancy, letting your own hurt and anger drown out better judgment.

Really, both of you had made mistakes. He hadn’t told you what his real job was. You hadn’t told him he was going to be a father. And now, here you were – two people who had made a mess, trying to pick up the pieces.

“How is she?” Russell asked, his gaze landing on Emma. His voice was steady, but you could hear the waves of guilt underneath like a howling ocean.

“She’s... okay” you said, letting out a breath that felt like it had been trapped in your chest for days. “Physically, at least. The rest? That’s going to take time.”

He nodded but his jaw worked like he was trying to grind his regret into dust. “She’ll get through this…She’s strong. Like her mom.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the unexpected warmth in his words. For a second, the fortress you’d built around yourself wavered.

Hell, who were you kidding? That thing had crumbled the second Emma was back in your arms.

“I don’t know about that” you admitted.

“I do” he said, stepping a little closer, careful. “I saw it. These last few days... you didn’t stop. You didn’t back down. Not even when I showed up and probably made everything ten times harder.”

Your chest tightened, and you glanced down at your hands. They were still trembling, like your body hadn’t gotten the memo that the worst was over.

“I was terrified, Russell. Every second, I thought I’d lost her. I thought I’d never see her again.”

“But you didn’t” he said, sitting beside you like he belonged there. After a beat of silence, he added, “Because you fought for her. And when it came down to it, we fought for her together.”

That last word hit you like a gentle nudge to the heart. Together. You lifted your eyes to meet his, and for the first time in longer than you cared to admit, you saw something there you hadn’t let yourself see before. Honesty. Regret. And maybe... hope?

“I don’t even know how to thank you” you said, your voice soft. “You and your brother. I don’t even know where to start. I can’t—”

“Don’t” he interrupted, shaking his head. “You don’t need to thank me. I just... I had to. For her. For you.”

Your throat tightened, and you had to blink a few times to keep the tears at bay. “You saved her, Russell. That means everything to me.”

He leaned forward, his hand hovering near yours, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to close the gap. “I’d do it again. A thousand times over.”

The silence between you stretched, but for once, it wasn’t awkward. It was thick with all the things neither of you were ready to say but couldn’t deny anymore.

Finally, you reached out and your fingers brushed his calloused hands. “Stay” you whispered. “We’ve got a lot to figure out, but... I’d like you to stay. At least until she wakes up.”

The corners of his lips tugged up slightly, almost like he wanted to smile but thought better of it.

“I can do that.”

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You can’t remember when or how you drifted off, and you certainly can’t remember how you got into the bed beside Emma’s. For a moment, you were completely disoriented, like a GPS that lost signal. Your ears perked up at the sound of the TV, the familiar voice of Don Messick’s echoing through the room like an old friend. Was that Scooby-Doo you were hearing? Had you and Emma watched so much of it that now your brain was hallucinating talking dogs in your sleep?

You slowly peaked one eye open, then the other, dopiness sweeping through your system. You had to blink a couple before the blurry sight became clear in front of you.

There was Emma, sitting up on her bed, her eyes glued to the hospital TV in the corner, watching a rerun of Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? She was making soft, nonsensical sounds that barely registered to you in your half-awake state.

And next to her, there was Russell, lying on his side with his head propped up on one arm, also mumbling. Emma’s head was nestled against his torso, her small body curled up in a cozy little ball next to his as she clutched the Scooby plushie Anna must have packed for her. They were both completely absorbed in the episode, their voices blending together in what could only be described as an animated commentary on the show.

You tried to make sense of what they were saying, but their words were a jumble to you – intelligible to them, maybe, but not to your sleep-fogged brain.

It didn’t take long for you to recognize the episode they were watching: Decoy for a Dognapper.

Of course. Emma was a Scooby fan. You and her know all the episodes by heart at this point, so much that Scooby-Doo was practically a second language in your house. And it seemed like Russell had caught on too, or at least, he’d been swept into the Scooby-verse by default. The two of them were so wrapped up in their conversation, they didn’t even notice you were awake.

“No way! She won’t? Why not? A dog is awesome” Russell said, his voice carrying the first full sentence your foggy mind could grasp.

“She says I’m too young” Emma replied, snuggling closer to his side as though the injustice of it all was just simply too much to bear.

“Too young? That’s ridiculous. What does that even mean?” Russell shot back, his tone scandalized for comedic effect. “Dogs don’t care how old you are. They care if you’ve got snacks and ear scratchin’ in store for ‘em.”

Emma giggled. “Mom doesn’t wanna pick up poop.”

Russell tilted his head thoughtfully. “Well, if I remember correctly, your mom was seriously considering getting a dog a few years ago.”

At that, you sat up with a groan. “Really, Russell?”

It was true, he and you both knew it. About five or so years ago, you’d gone on and on about adopting a dog – all the goddamn time. Russell had endured countless rants about breeds, shelters, and the pros and cons of pet ownership. Now, the smirk on his face told you he was thoroughly enjoying throwing it back in your face. Payback’s a bitch, huh?

Both of them turned to look at you. Emma with her wide-eyed, angelic innocence, and Russell with a grin that was downright infuriating in its smugness.

“Morning” he greeted with a widening grin. “We were just discussing the tragic lack of a dog in Emma’s life. Care to defend yourself?”

“Yeah, Mom!” Emma chimed in with an emboldened voice by her new ally. “Why can’t I have one?”

You rubbed your temples, though a smile tugged at your lips. “Because you’re too young, and I know exactly how that would end. I’d be the one walking it, feeding it, and cleaning up after it, dealing with everything.”

Russell raised a brow, looking way too amused. “Funny, you didn’t seem to mind the idea a couple of years ago.”

You shot him a pointed look. “Don’t make her think she has backup in this, Russ.”

“Too late” he said, leaning back with a grin. “Team Dog is officially in full force, yeah?”

Emma threw her hands in the air triumphantly, flashing you the biggest grin. “Team Dog!”

You groaned, but the warmth bubbling in your chest betrayed you. It wasn’t just the banter – it was seeing them like this, bonding over something silly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Emma looked like a carefree kid again.

You narrowed your eyes at Russell, fully expecting another smug remark when he suddenly looked... hesitant. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight on the bed like a man about to drop a bombshell.

“What?” you asked, immediately suspicious.

“Well” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “don’t freak out, but... your parents are here. They got here a couple hours ago while you were out. Anna called them, I guess. She must’ve worked her magic because, well... let’s just say I was fully prepared to be murdered the second they walked in.”

Your hand flew to your forehead as you groaned, visions of your parents tearing into Russell flashing through your mind.

You didn’t tell them about him being here yet… and you guess it was already too late.

Your dad would be loud about it, your mom quieter but somehow more terrifying. You could only imagine the list of grievances they had ready for him. You just hoped they didn’t cause a scene in front of the whole hospital – and most importantly, in front of Emma.

“Wait” you narrowed your eyes. “They’re not trying to kill you? What did Anna even say to make that happen?”

“I think she went with the ‘he saved Emma’ card. Pretty sure your mom’s exact words were, ‘Well, I suppose I won’t bury him under the hydrangeas... yet.’”

You couldn’t help it, you snorted. It was just so her. “Sounds about right. And dad?”

Russell winced theatrically. “Your dad... definitely gave me the look. You know, the one that says, ‘I’m debating whether you’re worth the jail time.’ But he hasn’t thrown any punches yet, so I’ll count that as a win.”

Emma tilted her head, a frown pulling at her lips. “Why does Grandma and Grandpa wanna hurt Russell? He’s so nice!”

The room went so quiet you could hear the faint hum of the hospital machinery. Russell froze, looking at you for backup, but you were too busy giving him a look – the universal signal for you started this, buddy, now deal with it.

“Well, sweetheart” he said slowly, scratching his head. “They don’t actually want to hurt me. It’s just... a joke. You know, like when people say they’re gonna kill someone, but they don’t really mean it?”

Emma gave him a serious look, like she wasn’t entirely convinced. “But why? What did you do?”

You sighed, realizing there was no easy way out of this. “Sweetie” you began gently, “it’s kind of a long story. But Grandma and Grandpa are just... protective. They’re not mad at Russell anymore. Or at least, not much.”

Emma’s curious gaze ping-ponged between the two of you. “Why?”

“Okay” you said, sitting on the edge of Emma’s bed and taking a deep breath. “The thing is... Russell didn’t do anything bad. Not really. It’s just... well, a long time ago, before you were born, Russell and I used to–”

“Date…” Russell interjected, apparently deciding to rip the band-aid off.

Emma’s eyes widened. “Date? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Yes” you admitted, your cheeks warming. “Like boyfriend and girlfriend.”

She stared at the two of you, her little brows furrowing as she processed this new information. Then her face lit up with excitement. “Were you married?”

“Whoa, whoa, pump the brakes” you said, holding up your hands. “No, we were not married. We just... used to be together.”

Emma tilted her head again, her expression now puzzled. “Then why are Grandma and Grandpa angry at Russell?”

Russell chuckled nervously. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, kiddo. They’re just... protective of your mom.”

“Very protective” you muttered. You took a deep breath, preparing for the big reveal. “Sweetheart, here’s the thing. After Russell and I stopped being boyfriend and girlfriend… I found out that you were already growing in my belly.”

Emma’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, her mouth forming a perfect O at your carefully selected words. “You mean… like when babies are in tummies?”

You were trying to keep your tone light as you nodded. “Exactly like that.”

Emma tilted her head, her little brow furrowed as she worked it out in her mind. “So… that means… Russell’s my daddy?”

Russell smiled, his heart visibly melting. “Yeah.”

Emma blinked at him, then at you, then back at him, as though she was piecing together the most important puzzle of her life. After a moment of silence, her face broke into a huge grin. “YAY! I have a daddy!”

Emma scooted closer to Russell, wrapping her arms around his neck in an enthusiastic hug. “You’re my daddy now! That means you have to stay forever!”

Russell’s eyes glistened, and he hugged her back tightly. “I’ll be here as much as I can, I promise.”

Emma pulled back slightly, her face lighting up with another burst of excitement. She turned her wide, sparkling eyes up at Russell. “Can we get a dog now, Daddy?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Oh, for the love of – Emma!”

“What?” she said innocently, looking between you and Russell. “You said no before ‘cause it was just you! But now Daddy can help with the poop!”

Russell burst out laughing, clearly enjoying this too much. “She’s got a point, you know.”

You shot him a look that could have frozen water. “Don’t encourage her.”

“Team Dog!” Emma giggled and Russell ruffled her hair affectionately, somehow steering her to sit back down and continue their Scooby-Doo marathon.

Despite yourself, you took a deep breath, still trying to get your head around the unexpected turn of events.

This was... a lot.

But for some reason, it didn’t feel as overwhelming as it should. Sure, it had been a complete curveball to drop the whole Russell-is-your-dad bombshell, but Emma’s bright smile, the way she’d lit up at the news, somehow made it all feel like it could work.

As Emma giggled, you let out a sigh of relief. This wasn’t how you thought this conversation would go, but somehow, it was already starting to feel a little more like a family.

A very unusual family.

But a family nonetheless.

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Next on Tuesday's Gone (Sneak Peek from Chapter 8):

Still, Russell had clearly decided that proximity was his job. He was there nearly every day, and on more than a few nights, too.

“Just in case” he’d say. You didn’t know, but he loved staying there when the both of you were sound asleep. During those times, he felt an indescribable peace.

And then there was his latest obsession: fixing everything. It started innocently enough – he noticed a cabinet door hanging loose and gave it a quick tune-up. Then he spotted the wobbly bathroom doorknob. Before long, the guy was like a one-man Home Depot commercial, patching up squeaks and quirks you hadn’t even realized were annoying you.

And at first, you didn’t even notice. But one day, you walked into the kitchen, and something felt... off. Not bad-off, just different. Quieter.

The cupboards didn’t bang shut anymore, the sticky drawer slid like butter, and that creaky floorboard by the living room? Silent. It was like Russell had decided that if he couldn’t fix all your problems, he’d settle for conquering your house.

And the worst part? It was kind of working.

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I might have giggled all the way while writing it, or maybe I didn’t. But hey, Emma has a dad!

Chapter 8 coming soon...

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Thanksgiving has always been… a little difficult with your family, but whose isn’t? You tried warning Curtis about how terrible they could be, but he didn’t think it was this bad. Year after year, they ask you if you’re bringing a special someone, giving fake sympathetic smiles when you say ‘no’ yet again. So they stopped asking, until you showed up with this beefcake on your arm this year. And of course you cousin gets up to instantly tear you apart in front of him, like she always does because how dare someone have something better than her. Jealous priss. But you’re not gonna let her get away with it. Not this time. And as soon as you stand up to her, Curtis is so proud to be with someone so strong, giving you this look, an admiring smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, from his spot next to you at the table.

Oh Essie, this prompt tapped into some extended family stuff for me. It's been many years since I've had to do the whole big family holiday thing, and I'll be honest, I don't miss it.

I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Let Us Eat Quickly

Pairing: Curtis Everett x demisexual demiromantic female reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: friendly but toxic family, probably a little aphobia, amatonormativity out the wazoo, explicit language All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @strangergraphics

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A/N: Big thanks to @stellar-solar-flare who helped me gut check this and @darsynia who poured through so much Thanksgiving poetry to help me settle on a title. It comes from Home for Thanksgiving by Linda Pastan

You stood at the door, Curtis beside you with his hand on your back. “It’s not too late to turn around,” you mumbled to him.

He just chuckled good-naturedly. “I thought I was supposed to be the nervous one, meeting your family for the first time. Relax, I know how families can be. It’ll be fine.”

“That’s what you think,” you said under your breath, then pasted on a smile as the door opened to reveal your aunt.

She immediately threw her arms around you. “Oh my god! It��s been so long!” She pulled back and then looked at Curtis, her eyes widening. “Holy smokes, he really does exist! When your mom told me you were bringing someone, I couldn’t believe it. Figured it had to be a figment of her imagination. But look at him! He’s real!”

You took a deep breath. “Uh, yeah. This is Curtis. Curtis, this is my Aunt Jan.”

Curtis reached out to shake her hand, a completely bewildered expression on his face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Jan pulled him into a hug instead. “So nice to meet you, honey! You don’t know just how much of a miracle you are!” Once she let him go, she ushered you both inside. She called into the house, letting everyone know you were there. “And she’s brought her real-life boyfriend!”

“What the fuck?” Curtis mumbled.

You squeezed his hand. “That’s just how she is,” you whispered.

You moved through the house, greeting various aunts, uncles, and cousins, weathering the over-the-top shock from all of them. You could tell Curtis was getting irritated, so you tried rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand in soothing circles. You finally reached the den and found who you’d been searching for.

Your dad leapt up from the couch excitedly to wrap you in a big hug. “Hi honey,” he said. Then, low enough for only the two of you to hear, “You should have turned around when you had the chance.”

“Yeah, well, this idiot,” you affectionately gestured to Curtis, “really wanted to meet my family.”

Your dad shook his head with a chuckle, “Rookie mistake,” he said, then pulled Curtis into an equally big hug. It’d never not make you so warm inside, just how much your dad loved Curtis.

Once he’d been let go, Curtis just sort of gaped at the two of you sheepishly. “I’m not sure I knew what I was walking into,” he muttered.

“Rookie mistake,” your dad said, again, before sitting back down. “Your mom is in the kitchen.”

You made your way there, finding her cooking away with Jan and the rest of her sisters. Just like your dad, she was thrilled to see Curtis. It made your heart swell.

A few of your aunts continued to make “good-natured” comments on what a surprise and relief it was that you’d finally brought someone. You nodded through it, barely listening, before tugging Curtis behind you to go find your grandma.

He stopped you as soon as you were in the hallway. “Babe, do they not know you’re demi?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “God, no! Can you imagine? It’d take forever to explain it, and then when I was done, I’d just get a lot of ‘Isn’t that how everyone is?’ while still giving me all of this bullshit. It’d be a waste of breath.” Curtis did not look happy about that, so you grabbed his hand. “Hey, all of the people I actually care about know. That’s enough for me. These are just people I have to see once a year because of an accident of birth. They don’t get to know all of me.” He seemed to relax a little at that and you smiled. “All right, let’s go find Grandma. Get ready. She’s gonna say all sorts of shit that’s gonna make you really uncomfortable.”

Sure enough, the first thing your grandma said to Curtis was, “I’ve been praying a nice young man would come into her life. She’s been so lonely for so long.” You turned your head away as you rolled your eyes, hard. But luckily you looked back in time to see the shocked look on his face when she said she sure did hope she didn’t die before she got to see you get married. You tried so hard not to laugh, that you sent yourself into a coughing fit.

Extracting yourself with a chipper, “Ok, grandma! We’ll see you at dinner!” you took Curtis into the backyard to kill time before food.

Sitting on the decorative retaining wall, Curtis threaded his fingers through yours. “I can see why your sister doesn’t come to these things.”

“Oh yeah,” you laughed. “She has to deal with all that and go hungry. These people have no idea how to cook for a vegetarian. They put chicken broth in the mashed potatoes!”

He just stared at you for a moment, then shook his head. “You’re too nice to them.”

You took a step closer, fully in his space, and shrugged. “They just– They can’t conceive of a life experience outside of their own. They all got married in their early twenties and had kids right away. The traditional way works for them, so why wouldn’t it work for everyone else? They don’t really know what to do with someone with different priorities, different feelings, and attractions. It’s how it’s always been. I’m used to it. I mostly just think it’s funny now.”

He wrapped you in his arms so that you could feel his warmth in the crisp fall weather. “I hate that you’ve had to get used to this.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “You make things better,” you said softly. “I’m really happy you’re here.”

You stayed like that for several moments before your phone buzzed with a text from your dad, letting you know that dinner was ready.

You both settled down at the far end of the table, about to start filling your plates when your heavily pregnant cousin Kat took the seat across from you. “Oh, sunovabitch,” you muttered under your breath, causing Curtis to look concerned.

Before you could reassure him, Kat got both of your attention. “Oh my gosh, it’s been such a long time! I’m so glad you could come!” Then she turned to the man next to you. “And you must be Curtis! You’re all anyone can talk about. I’m Kat, her favorite cousin.” Before Curtis could respond, she continued. “So tell me, ‘cause I’m dying to know, how exactly did she get you here?”

Curtis looked at you, confused, then raised an eyebrow at her. “Excuse me?”

“Well, she’s just never brought anyone before. Not ever. And then when she finally does, it’s someone who looks like you?? My theory is she hired you off of Craig’s List. That or blackmail.” And then she laughed, in that very specific way that was just friendly enough that she could claim she was only joking. You knew it well. She’d been doing it for over thirty years.

You felt Curtis stiffen next to you, One look at him told you he was itching to respond, his mouth beginning to open, but you knew Kat. You knew she was just getting started and whatever response would just feed into whatever she wanted. So you covered his hand with yours in what you hoped was a soothing manner to hopefully stop him.

You caught Kat’s eye and she smirked, but then it faltered when you matched it with one of your own. “Actually, Kat,” you said, so casually, “I also have something I’ve been wondering. Is it the pregnancy hormones that have made you so unpleasant or have you always been this way? Since I genuinely can’t remember the last time you weren’t pregnant, I thought I’d ask.”

She gaped at you for a moment, as you looked at her calmly, patiently waiting for an answer. You didn’t need to look at Curtis to know that he was trying to hide a grin. Across from you, Kat finally found her words, “How dare–”

“I’m sorry,” you cut her off, “was that invasive? Rude? I should probably mind my own damn business, huh?”

“I–” she started again, but you weren’t done yet.

“Someday, I hope you’ll figure out that there are so many ways to be happy, not just one prescribed path. And hopefully, you’ll find whatever you’re looking for on the path you’ve chosen.”

There was a long beat of silence. Then, quietly, her eyes a little wide, she said, “I have. I’m happy.” There was a note in her voice, you thought, that sounded a little like she was trying to convince herself as much as you.

“Good,” you nodded, decisively, “I’m glad. I’m happy too. I was happy before Curtis and I’m happy now.” Without waiting for a response, you turned fully to Curtis beside you. He was beaming at you, pride just oozing out of him, his eyes sparkling. You smiled too, the biggest since you’d gotten there. “Do you want some stuffing?” you asked him, completely shutting down the previous conversation. “Aunt Jan’s stuffing is really good.”

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sebstanaddict · 24 hours ago

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Code Daddy Supreme

Sebastian Stan x Reader Unhinged One Shot

Summary : Sebastian is reader's adorkable, chaotic yet cute boyfriend. One day when reader is struggling to fix broken code in her web application project, Sebastian offered to help but instead of helping he is making things worse.. or is he..?

A/N: This is just something I wrote out of a fever dream while being in a sleep deprived, stress induced state as I try to finish my web application project (yes, I don't just write fanfics, I write code full time XD) . It's based on my life as a web developer so excuse me if I include some codes here. But I promise they're human readable ;) Seb here is a funny, adorkable, chaotic mess of a boyfriend but we love him anyway ;) Enjoy and please vote and comment, I would really appreciate it. Thank you!

Warning: none at all, just an all out funny, unhinged and ridiculous story, somewhat like a sitcom XD

Word count: 944 words

Read more Sebastian and Bucky one shots here

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It was supposed to be a quiet Sunday. Y/N was curled up on the couch, tackling a web development project that was due the next day. She was in the zone—until, of course, the code rebelled.

“WHY?!” she shouted at her laptop, yanking her headphones off. “Why won’t you just WORK?”

From the other room, Sebastian burst in wearing pajama pants, no shirt, and wielding a spatula like a sword. “Who dares disturb my pancake zen?”

“This stupid project!” Y/N growled, gesturing wildly at her laptop. “Every time I try to fix one thing, another error pops up! It’s like Whack-a-Mole, but with coding and existential dread!”

Sebastian leaned casually against the couch. “Want me to fix it?”

She blinked at him. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Seb. The last time you ‘helped,’ my laptop shut down and played a MIDI version of “Highway to Hell” on repeat.”

“And did it sound amazing?” he asked, grinning.

“That’s not the point!”

But it was too late—Sebastian had already plopped down beside her, cracking his knuckles with the bravado of someone who doesn’t know what an IDE is but thinks they could totally rebuild Google.

“Alright,” he said. “Time for me to hack the planet.”

Y/N groaned. “Seb, no..”

“Seb, YES!”

He grabbed her laptop and began typing with the unhinged enthusiasm of a mad scientist who’d just discovered how to turn broccoli into candy. His first move? Replacing all her variable names with things like `CaptainFixThis`, `ErrorWho?`, and `TotallyNotABug`.

“Sebastian,” she said, rubbing her temples. “What are you doing?”

“Rebranding,” he said, as if it were obvious.

“You can’t just rename everything and hope for the best!”

“Oh, can’t I?” he shot back, now aggressively typing.

He added emojis to every line of code:

```

function saveTheDay() { 💪🔥

console.log("Sebastian is here to fix it! 😎✨");

return true;

}

```

“SEBASTIAN. WHY ARE THERE EMOJIS IN MY CODE?”

“Because the code needs to feel appreciated,” he said, completely serious, adding even more lines:

```

// You’re doing amazing, sweetie

function runCode() {

console.log("You’re the best, code! You can do it!");

}

```

“Seb, stop typing compliments!” Y/N shrieked.

“This is important!” he shouted back. “The code needs to feel supported!”

She couldn’t help but facepalm.

At one point, he opened a separate file titled `BackupPlan` and wrote this:

```

if (everythingFails) {

summonTheAvengers();

}

```

“Seb, that’s not even real code!”

“It is now,” he said, smirking like he’d just reinvented the wheel.

He then proceeded to write what he called "the ultimate fix." :

```

while(true) {

console.log("Just vibe and it’ll work.");

everythingIsFine = true;

}

```

“That’s an infinite loop!” Y/N screeched.

“Exactly,” he said. “Infinite solutions for infinite problems.”

She lunged for the laptop, but he was too quick. He held the laptop above his head while somehow still typing.

“SEBASTIAN, GIVE IT BACK!”

“NOT UNTIL I FINISH!” he yelled, putting the laptop on his lap and turned his back on her. “TRUST THE CHAOS!”

“I definitely do NOT trust the chaos!” she protested as she peeked over his shoulder, trying to see what he was doing all the while her stomach was filled with dread.

Then came the pièce de résistance. He opened Google, typed “how to fix broken code,” ignored all the actual solutions, and clicked on a forum post titled: “Sacrifice to the Debugging Gods.”

“Uh… what are you doing?” she asked nervously.

“Something foolproof,” he said, grabbing a nearby candle.

“Seb, no—”

But he was already chanting nonsense in a deep, dramatic voice. “O GREAT SPIRIT OF JAVASCRIPT.. I OFFER THIS SACRED WAX STICK IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR MERCY!”

Before she could stop him, he blew out the candle, slammed her laptop shut, and whispered, “It is done.”

“Sebastian, I SWEAR TO—”

“Wait for it.”

With a flourish, he reopened the laptop and hit “run.”

And then… everything broke.

Her once-polished website now looked like a clown vomited onto a computer screen. Bright neon colors, text bouncing like a screensaver from the ‘90s, and a random image of Sebastian flexing in a Captain America hoodie plastered across the footer.

“What…What the actual.. WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“Relax,” he said, unbothered. “This is just step one.”

“Step one of what?!”

“Recalibrating the space-time continuum,” he said, completely deadpan.

At that exact moment, her apartment lights flickered, her phone started playing the “Avengers” theme unprompted, and—somehow—her toaster beeped, despite not being plugged in.

“Sebastian,” she whispered, wide-eyed, “I think you actually broke reality.”

He looked smug. “Told you I was good.”

Before she could yell, her laptop chimed cheerfully. The browser opened, and her website was… perfect. No bugs, no errors. Everything worked.

She stared at the screen. Then at Sebastian. Then back at the screen. “HOW?!”

He shrugged, grabbing the spatula again. “Sometimes, babe, you just have to trust the chaos.”

“But—Seb—this makes NO SENSE!”

“Neither does Bucky surviving a fall off a mountain, but here we are,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish my pancakes. You’re welcome.”

She sat there, frozen, as her laptop hummed happily like nothing had happened. The lights stopped flickering, the toaster went silent, and the “Avengers” theme faded into nothingness.

She stared after him, still holding the now-functional laptop. “I live with an actual lunatic.”

From the kitchen, Sebastian’s voice rang out. “You live with a genius! Love you!”

For the rest of the day, she tried to figure out Sebastian’s chaotic “fix.” Meanwhile, he strutted around the apartment wearing sunglasses and calling himself “Code Daddy Supreme.”

The kicker? She later discovered the reason the code worked was because Sebastian had accidentally deleted an entire block of problematic logic while trying to format a smiley face.

As for the weird flickering of lights, the “Avengers” theme playing from her phone and the beep from her toaster? Well, not everything can be explained and she thought maybe, just maybe, Sebastian really did recalibrate the space-time continuum.

#sebastian stan #sebastianstan #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan one shot

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apeachty · 2 days ago

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₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀fever care

note : the only thing worse than having a fever is having to work while having a fever. so here's another self-insert smau where all the poor souls can imagine they can sleep all day and be scolded taken care of by txt

once again, ooc, self-insert, just ignore me. i like how it looks on my blog and need to pour my ideas somewhere

ot5 x reader, but implied yeonjun x reader romantically [ told you it's self-insert ]

also coming up with titles sucks oh gosh

you sighed as the notification “jjun-jjun is calling” lit up your lockscreen. yeonjun could be so stubborn sometimes. maybe this wasn’t the worst condition he could catch you in, but the thought of him seeing your tired, feverish face didn’t sit well.

still, you knew there was no escaping him. with a resigned breath, you tapped the accept button and immediately turned the screen face down on the bed, listening to his frustrated sigh on the other end.

“pick it up,” yeonjun demanded, his voice firm yet laced with concern. “let me look into the shameless eyes of someone who got a fever and hid it from everyone.”

you groaned, picking up the phone and reluctantly propping yourself up against the headboard, your hoodie pulled low to hide most of your face. “i wasn’t hiding,” you mumbled, avoiding your reflection on the screen. “i was just… not broadcasting it. don’t be mad.”

yeonjun sighed, running a hand through his hair. his expression softened slightly, though his frustration was evident. “i’m not mad because you’re sick. i’m mad because you don’t let us—me—be there for you.” he exhaled, his voice quieter now, as he saw your little pout. “okay, maybe i’m not mad. but don’t scare us like that again, yeah? you disappeared for the whole day.”

you nodded, guilt creeping in as you fidgeted with the strings of your hoodie. “i’m sorry. i promise it won’t happen again.”

his lips twitched into a small, relieved smile. “good. you look sleepy. you should rest if you need to. but don’t forget to drink water, okay? lots of it,” he instructed, waiting for you to nod again before continuing. “and call me if you need anything. i’ll even sing you ‘lonely boy’ as a lullaby. i might even drag kai into it.”

a small, breathy laugh escaped you, and you couldn’t help but smile at his effort to cheer you up. “yes, sir.”

“good girl,” he said softly, his smile growing just a bit wider before the call ended.

bonus under the cut [ kinda a bit suggestive one but not too much ]

#[ reading ]#[ ot5 ]#[ yeonjun ]#[ by me ]#txt x reader #txt smau #txt fluff

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onthewaytosomewhere · 2 days ago

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so @cactusdragon517 gave me a prompt last week and well my brain kinda went brrr.... and i tapped away at it in between everything else i've been doing and well now it's done and in the wilds of ao3 hoping for someone to read it ...

Alex is many things—a former First Son of the United States, fiancé to Henry, a prince of England, almost a prince himself now by title, and—what he had kept hidden for so long—an omega. It had taken years for Alex to fully come to terms with that part of himself, and even longer to let someone else see it. Now, though, it's not so much a secret as a fact of his life. A fact that, at the moment, is causing him considerable frustration. Because Alex is going into heat. He’d felt it creeping up last night, the restless energy and faint ache in his lower abdomen signaling its approach. This morning, it’s undeniable. His heat is coming, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Typically, this wouldn’t be a problem. Henry has always been more than happy to help him through it, ensuring Alex feels safe, loved, and thoroughly satisfied. But Henry is overseas, halfway around the world, opening yet another shelter. He won’t be back for at least two weeks. Alex refuses to call him home just for this. The work Henry is doing is important, and Alex isn’t about to pull him away from it just because his body is throwing a tantrum. Still, as Alex stares at the ceiling of their shared bedroom, sprawled across the plush duvet that still smells faintly like Henry, he can’t help but groan in exasperation.

#red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb fic #alex claremont diaz #rwrb #percy okonjo #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex/pez #alex goes into heat and henry is not around #whatever is he to do #well it's a good thing pez is in town #pez takes such good care of alex #LIKE SUCH GOOD CARE OF HIM

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thatlotuscookie · 3 days ago

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Odd request but... can I please ask for a comfort letter from Tadashi Yamaguchi where y/n is stressed out and starting to develop symptoms of anxiety, and Tadashi comforts them? Thanks!

✧･ﾟ: a/n: : Tadashi is such a sweetheart, and I wanted to capture that gentle, attentive side of him. Not a weird request at all, thank you for sending it out. This is for all of you who struggle with the same thing. I love you all<33 (Sorry for the late posting guys, i got very very sick but omw to recovery)

✧ Title: ✧ A Heartfelt Delivery ✧ ✧ Characters: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader (Gender Neutral) ✧ Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Romance ✧ Rating: T ✧ Summary: When a surprise package from Tadashi arrives, it’s filled with items so thoughtful and kind that it feels like he knew exactly how to ease the weight on your shoulders. ✧ Content/Tags: Comfort Items, Thoughtful Gestures, Emotional Support, Established Relationship, Reader in Stressful Situations, Tadashi Being an Angel :3 ✧ WC: 925 words // 5.1k chars

The world felt impossibly heavy as you sat on the edge of your bed, your hands gripping the small box and envelope that had just arrived. Tadashi Yamaguchi’s name on the return address immediately set your heart fluttering. He hadn’t mentioned sending anything, and the sight of his familiar handwriting on the accompanying letter made your chest ache with both longing and curiosity.

Peeling the tape off the box, you found it was filled with thoughtful, heartfelt items. A small bag of your favorite chocolates, a plushie of a character you’d casually mentioned liking, a lavender-scented candle, and even a stress ball shaped like a cute little animal. It was so… him. Quietly thoughtful, attentive to details, and infused with care.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you picked up the letter. Carefully unfolding it, you began to read, and it was as though his voice was there in the room with you, filling the air with warmth.

Dear Y/N, Hey, it’s me. I noticed lately that things seem to be weighing you down more than usual, and I just wanted to let you know—you don’t have to carry all of that by yourself. I know how strong you are, and sometimes I think you forget it’s okay to lean on someone else. It’s okay to not be okay all the time. I thought maybe some little things might help lighten the load. I picked the chocolates because they’re your favorite, and the plushie? I remembered you said it was cute once, so now it’s yours. I also found the candle—it’s supposed to be calming, and lavender’s nice, right? Oh, and the stress ball was just too adorable not to get. I hope it helps a little.

You laughed softly through the tears welling in your eyes. He really had thought of everything. The next lines made you pause, your breath hitching.

I know how overwhelming stress can get. The way it creeps into your mind, making even the smallest tasks feel impossible. And when anxiety starts to take over, it feels like you’re trapped in this constant spiral of “what-ifs.” It’s exhausting, isn’t it? I want you to know I see how hard you’re trying, even if it feels like you’re barely keeping it together. His understanding words felt like a balm on your frayed nerves. You hugged the plushie to your chest as you continued reading, tears slipping down your cheeks. I’m here, Y/N. No matter what. If you need someone to talk to, I’ll listen—no judgment, no interruptions, just me and you. If you don’t feel like talking, that’s okay too. I’ll sit with you quietly, just to remind you you’re not alone. Take a deep breath with me right now. Seriously, let’s do it together. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Feel that? That’s the world slowing down for just a moment. You deserve those little moments of calm, and I’ll do whatever I can to help you find more of them.

Without realizing it, you followed his advice, taking a deep, shaky breath and exhaling slowly. The lump in your throat lessened, and for the first time in days, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

You’re not failing, even if your mind is telling you otherwise. You’re allowed to feel this way, but I need you to know this: you’re so much more than your worries or fears. You’re kind, brave, and capable, and you’ve already overcome so much. I see the way you keep pushing forward, even when it feels impossible, and I’m so proud of you for that. If things feel like they’re piling up, let’s tackle them together. One step at a time, okay? You don’t have to do it all at once. And if there are days where you can’t bring yourself to do anything, that’s okay too. Rest is just as important as anything else. Remember, Y/N, I believe in you. On the days you can’t find the strength to believe in yourself, I’ll do it for you. You’re not alone in this—ever. Take care of yourself, and let me take care of you a little too. I’m always here. With all my heart, Tadashi

You set the letter down carefully, clutching it and the plushie to your chest. The care package, the letter—everything—made you feel so seen, so valued, in a way you hadn’t been able to see yourself lately.

The next day at school, you spotted Tadashi near the gym, his usual kind smile lighting up his face as he spoke with one of his teammates. He caught sight of you, his expression softening into something even gentler.

“Hey, Y/N,” he called, walking over.

You didn’t wait for pleasantries, rushing forward and throwing your arms around him. Tadashi stiffened for a moment in surprise before wrapping his arms around you, his touch radiating reassurance.

“You okay?” he asked softly, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” you murmured, clutching the back of his jacket. “Thank you. For everything.”

His cheeks flushed, but his smile grew. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad you’re feeling a little better.”

For the rest of the day, you noticed how he kept glancing your way, as if checking in silently. And every time your eyes met, he’d give you a little nod or an encouraging smile.

Tadashi Yamaguchi wasn’t just your rock—he was your safe place, and in moments like these, you knew you’d never have to face the weight of the world alone.

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almayver · 10 hours ago

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GMM2025 Lineup Game / Tier List

Rules: write your thoughts on all the GMMTV series pilots released (or just the ones you plan to watch) and tag people whose thoughts you wanna know about!

@jojotichakorn @wangxianinventedromance and @valentinaonthemoon tagged me in basically different variations of this, so I'm gonna smush them all together. Thanks for tagging me 😊 I love to be given the chance to ramble.

Prefacing this with a reminder that I am the personification of CinemaWins so I find things to like in everything, and that I was born to yap, so this will be long :)

I'm going to do it in the order of the trailers and put the tier list at the bottom. I'm adding a twist to mine and tracking the most important thing to me, Will I cry? (mostly just so I can look back and see if my guess was correct)

Dare you to death: I LOVE a good murder mystery. Yes. Give it to me. Snarky partners solving a crime was THE dynamic i was raised on and I still love it. It's going to be so entertaining trying to pick up clues and stuff while seeing these two bicker and fall in love. Don't think ill cry on this one, but serial killers, brothers, possibility of whump? There's a chance.

Head 2 Head: FUCK YES. Starting with the fact that I adore SeaKeen with all my heart, this one has me so invested!! Their bickering-flirting? ON POINT. When Sea says the line of “I've been saving my lips for you for ages” while flipping him off?? Yeah, that's my shit. But add to that the whole magic plot of seeing that they are in love and together years in the future, but then he dies!!! In his arms!!!! Yes. Yes. Just yes. “I will do anything to prevent that from happening…except not loving you”?? Yep. They made this show for me specifically, the rest of you can stay only if you are nice. The side couple also has me 👀. Basically, I loved every single second of it, and I'm ready for it. Oh, I will absolutely cry. No doubts about this one. These boys had me weeping with their soft rom-com, adding looming visions of death to it? yes, I'm ready to cry.

Burnout Syndrome: I'm intrigued by this one! Looks very messy and full of complex feelings all around, with some very very interesting characters. I don't actually have more to say about it except !!!, and it's on the watch list for sure! Hmm from what I get, I'm thinking is going to be more in the stressful, thoughtful side than in the emotional one for me, so maybe teary eyes but not full-blown crying.

I Love “A Lot Of” You: I've only seen one thing in which this topic didn't feel wildly offensive, so. Hmm. Even without that whole can of worms, I'm not fully interested in it? It seems cute and fun I guess, and the title is very sweet but eeeh. Not in the watch list for now, unless it gets some strong endorsements once it starts airing.

Whale Store xoxo: Oh this looks lovely! So so so warm and sweet. Having a character in just full-blown crisis and feeling lost, is always the best way to get into my heart. Add to that a sweet girl, full of joy, trying to help?! And the You've got mail vibes with the whole small business being threatened by the family of the love interest, plus feeling a duty to the store because of a parent without knowing if its what you truly want? Say less babe, I'm there, I'm seated. The side couple story also has me really intrigued. Oh yeah, tears will be very much present. Not full on wailing, but rom coms do make me cry, I see some tears due to both the angst and the character finding herself.

Only Friends-Dream On: Making the entire first half of the trailer one shot that manages to explain all the dynamics is enough for me to put it in the watch list no questions asked. I haven't watched Only Friends and from the bits I know and have seen I know I wouldn't enjoy it purely for weird personal reasons. This however? Oh yeah bestie sign me up, ill have popcorn ready, let the messiness begin. Also, the cast is insane and as someone who was absolutely taken by Ohm and Leng week after week, I'm so excited. Hmm, I'm going for yes. At least one of these assholes is going to be broken in a way that speaks to me and I will cry about it, I see it in my future. (Side note, please tell me I'm not the only one that laughed at the characters being called Jack and Dean)

That Summer: I CHEERED. Troublemaker sent to the beach to find some discipline finds a kind, amnesiac prince is something that i didn't know I needed so hard but fuck i do. It's going to be so fucking charming, and it has this very quiet emotional vibe to it that I'm going to eat up weekly, yes sir. I have no thoughts except loud cheering, I'm just excited for it. I was going to say I hope it comes in summer like that means anything to me. pft. Umm, yeah probs some tears, nothing too big, but I can see some emotional moments hitting hard specially considering the two people acting here. *side eyes that We Are scene that I still can't fucking rewatch because it did enough damage once*

My Romance Scammer: Marriage scam!!!!! I could cry of joy. This is the kind of shit I love sorry. It's so messy and at its core very silly, and I'm just going to have such a good time watching. It's going to be fun! I also feel like some of the backstories of these characters are going to be interesting and emotional, I'm excited for that. I was going to say I won't cry, but I always cry with fictional weddings and I'm guessing some sort of “real” wedding is going to happen at the end that will break me, so maybe.

Melody of Secrets: I'm fucking thrilled. As a horror fan, I don't know what I did to get this gift but ill fucking take it, thank you. This was SO WEIRD!!! Isn't that great!! What the fuck was happening? Is it ghosts, is it magic, is it a curse, is it trauma? I don't know, and the character doesn't know either, and ooof the journey we will go in while trying to figure it out! My only request for this show is that I want to say “What the fuck??” every episode. That's all. Whether I cry or not depends on where they are going with it so, no clue. Possibly.

Love you teacher: I had such a strong negative reaction to this, that it kind of went back around, and now it's in my watch list? It was a journey. So, fun fact about me, one of the fanfiction tropes that I adore the most and I will eat up every single time it pops up even though it's not that common is amnesia in an established couple (I'm sure no one was kind of scared I was going to say something else). I just love the idea of a couple having to kind of fall in love again, with the angst of one of them not knowing anything while the other has all the memories and feelings. It's specially interesting if the person with amnesia has a very different life in the present to what they expected/think they should have, or in a enemies to lovers dynamic? it fucks. So I was really really excited. And then he was 7 years old, and I got so shocked I stopped processing the trailer. But now I'm intrigued. I want to see if this show is going to surprise me, I'm going to be there seated for the first couple of episodes at least because there is something there that just, its intriguing. I think there is a chance this one will be special. I mean if I hate it I can just stop watching right? No big deal. The other thing is that Dome gave me a show so fucking special to me that I have to give the dude a chance. He already surprised me. I trust him enough to know that this will be fun at the very least. And also, if I do stick with it, tears 1000% guaranteed. The emotional beats of this will hit, absolutely, and motherfucker over there knows how to hit you with emotions with the simplest stuff.

MU-TE-LUV: Yeah so I'm probs only watching the SeaKeen and OhmLeng parts. Those are actually so compelling to me and I love watching them act, so I will be having fun with those stories. The rest fully depends on my mood and what other people are saying when it airs. Also, the Dew one that is just Amarres: la serie, kind of seems interesting. I kind of doubt this one will pull my heartstrings much but hey I'm willing to be surprised!

Cat for Cash: I have my blanket and my warm drink ready, I will be seating there just cooing at everything and feeling all the emotions. This is going to be a chill watch, it's going to be fun, and I love it for it. The familial shit is going to break me and sell me for parts, so that's going to be fun. And yes, absolutely going to cry, no-brainer.

Girl Rules: We all cheered. So what is going to happen is that I'm going to liveblog this, absolutely, and all the liveblogs are just going to be me being in love with Namtan, and I need everyone to be cool with that. In all seriousness, leaving behind my gigantic crush on her, this is going to be so gooood. Messy!!!! Hot!! FUN!!!!! The dynamics between all the characters are already delicious, and i can't wait for this one, it's going to be great. Grabbing pop corn and something to fan myself with. The NamtanFilm relationship has some real potential to pull some tears from me.

Boys in love: I love fluffy shit, sue me. We are going to sit here, and giggle and kick our feet and have a good ass time while doing it. The Chokun and Aston relationship drew me in so hard, I'm going to live there, but everything was just so sweet and delightful!! Its a fun time. Honestly, yeah, I can see a couple of tears. Not sad tears but more like, overwhelmed with softness kind of tears.

My Magic Prophecy: Once again, angsty visions of the future are always compelling to me, so I'm here for this. It's kind of in the same level as Burnout where I'm not shaking chihuahua levels of excitement but I'm interested! The relationship seems fun and touching, the science vs. magic thing could be interesting. If I get invested enough, yeah crying for sure.

A Dog and A Plane: I'm sure no one who has spent more than a minute in my blog knows this, but i fucking love these two so much. Shocker, I know. But seriously, they have something that makes me 20000% invested whenever they are together on screen and i didnt want to hope for a new show but i was secretly wishing for it and the universe decided to throw me a bone the size of Jupiter. And to add to it, they are bickering, they are horny, New is a fancy flight attendant and Tay Tawan is a paramedic with tattoos that wears a lot of tank tops. They both think the other one is better than them in some way. The plot is just the kind of rom com i eat up. And I know, I KNOW, I'm going to cry. I cry every time these two are involved. They will have one vulnerable moment and i will be in the corner cheeering with tears in my eyes. They will have the conflcit and the same thing will happen. They will have the happy ending and i will be weeping. I'm so fucking happy. Just one thing. I need them to fuck in that plane. I dont care where, I dont care how, but it has to happen. I have that small wish. Oh and MarcPoon!!!! Their bits seem so so good too.

Me and Thee: I made the joke that I read this Phumpeem au before, because actually yeah kind of, but also because these are the exact same vibes that drew me to Phum. The characters are super different and so cool, but oh lonely rich boy!!!!!!! I'm gonna have a new one for my list. And this one is so weird! and a dork! and loves soap operas so he is speaking my language. I love him already. The plot is also just for me. Teach me how to hit on someone?? And he uses it all on him!! yes yesssss. I cant wait to see more of them. I cant wait to see them each fall in love in such different ways and the conflict has the opportunity to be so so so my thing. In terms of crying, he is a sad lonely boy, i dont have to say more. I'm ready to imprint on him and feel very emotional.

WU: This was less of a plot and more of a "here, we heard you, they'll keep working together, dont kill us". I haven watched their show yet because of a silly reson, but i had been planning on binging it before the last episode next week, so im excited!! The brief glimpse we got compels me, i love me some red string of fate.

Memoir of Rati: I said I could watch them read the dictionary (and i fucking meant it) and instead they give me an intense period show??? I could cry. Look, one could say Great Sapol single handedly got me back into live bloging, i have a debt with the guy, add to that the fact that him and Inn became two of my favorite actors ever in just a couple of episodes? Yeah I'm here for this. They have an insane chemistry that is such a joy to watch, and i dont mind period shows, they arent my favorite but I find them charming if done right and they often teach me new things. These two are about to eat the shit out of these roles and i will be clapping while suffering. Also the AouBoom story is so interesting too!!! No notes. I'm going to cry like a baby multiple times. I still cry with their fake break up. This is going to kill me. Can't wait.

Ticket To Heaven: First let me list some fun facts about me. I was raised catholic in a very catholic family in one of the most catholic countries in the world. I still live in a house where my room is the only one that doesnt have some form of religious imagery. Bare a pop opera and Jesus christ superstar are two of my favorite musicals of all time. I ran away from religion before my confirmation but after my first communion, and every time i think about it i discover some new complicated feeling about it and a fun trauma it left behind. I am right now wearing a Look Khunnoo shirt.

They made this show for me and its going to break me. I'm already making playlists for it. I keep listening to Heaven while staring at the wall. This is just, gods, this is everything to me. The vibes of it are just so so so delicious. The aesthetic? The quotes? I am so going to relate more with Gemini's character, and thats going to be a fun painful little trip. And of course. These boys. I adore them. I'm ready to be killed by them acting the shit out of every single frame. I am going to cry in ways that will be dangerous to my health. I can't wait. There is no way that the ending isn't going to fuck me up, whether is super tragic, a time skip, a hopeful ending. Its going to be a Thing. Fucking Rosa de Guadalupe got me with its gay episode. and its. La rosa de guadalupe. This? Will murder me. I will listen to the ost and cry instantly like i do with Bare.

Basically im excited :)

And the tier list!!

I kind of did it in the scale of how much is it going to make me feel like a dog waiting for its owner, sadly pawing at the door, wanting to be let in.

I think everyone I would tag on this has already done it or has already been tagged so if you see this and you have thoughts that you want to share, you are tagged. This is legally binding. I want to hear your thoughts

If you read all that you can reclaim a cookie before leaving

#Im so pumped this is better than christmas #gmmtv 2025

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ajthepeach · 2 days ago

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some.people actually said yes so. HSHAHSHDHEHDHDHJS TJIS MAKES ME SO AHPPY

if you know the show theny ou definitely know rhe colonel roy mustang and his lieutanant riza hawkeye. you have to. if you dont then you dont know tje show. this is important i swear

i knew from the start that i wanted grian to be an alchemist, like immediately, but i had no clue what i could possibly do for him

until i remembered that a vast majority draws him with WINGS

SO. theres a tattoo on his back of a transmutation circle, and when called for he'll put a new one on the ground snd because it works [dont ask me how i havent fogured that out yet] he can make dope-looking wings out of his surroundings! that paired with armed combat knowledge of all sorts [prefers swords] and minor proficiency in hand-to-hand, he definitely knows what hes doing. and the title he gets is the winged alchemist!

scar. where do i syart with him. i knew i wanyed one of them to have automail, just because theres so many cool freakin possibilities with it, but i couldnt give it to grian because it qould interfere with his story and also his alchemic wings. so uh scar has automail legs!

also.. its a possibility.. that MAAAAYYBEEE,,,,, he tried to transmute someone back to life,, except it was his cat. am i evil for this? yes. and thata also wjy he jas automail legs! truth asked him for somethinf and he said his legs didnt reslly work anyway, so you could take that, and jr was pretty much an equivalent exchange - two dysfunctional legs for the life of a kitty cat.

you know how this goes. it wasnt wven in the shape of a cat.

[idk if this xan happen jn canon bUT WHAYEVER]

and so scar no longwr uses alchemy! instead hes now a colonel in the amestrian military.. with ambitions to become fuhrer.. and a state alchemist - the equivalent to a major - constantly by his side. nobody knows what grian is there for - to help him achieve his goal, to stop him from getting into trouble, because theyre best friends, to protect him, or just because its his job.. spoiler alert its all of them

ans they both definitely fought in the ishvalan war. it was before scar tried to get his precious kitty cat back so his legs were still there, and worked a little better than later in the story, so he was a sniper whilst grian jad to go kill people via alchemy

so yeah! theyre roy and riza, with a little bit switched around and a few things left out. i cojld probably work rizas dad into this somehow but i just woke up and i also came up with half of this on the spot so my brain juices are a little low :3

does anybody wanna hear about my half-baked desert duo fullmetal alchemist au..

#it makes me so genuinely happy that ppl wanna hear about this #even if its just like. 3 #desert duo #desertduo #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #fullmetal alchemist #gtws #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #riza hawkeye #roy mustang #fmab

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mars-ipan · 1 month ago

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Matthew 7:15

(my commissions are open!)

#martzipan #komahina #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #priest au #never thought i'd be captioning my art with a bible verse but alas. priest au #this one is unapologetic bait for a beloved mutual. teehee :3 #the gist of priest au is pretty simple. nagito komaeda is a priest #one day someone new shows up to confession-- a very repressed hajime hinata #hajime has been struggling with. erm. homosexual tendencies. nagito promises to help him find peace with god !#thing is. um. nagito is not actually a very sanctimonious priest.#that's right babes it's weird repressed manipulation/corruption WEEEEEE all wrapped up in a catholicism cloak #that part's really funny actually. for me in particular. guy who has never gone to mass in his life attempts to utilize religious themes #help i was baptized lutheran and haven't been to church since i was 5 i have very little idea what i'm doing #relying on my knowledge of art history and nothing else <3333 #well . friend google is there for me as well #oh btw the file for this one is titled 'i heart sacrilege'#just realized one of my signatures is missing the 'n.' oh well #too minor of an error for me to feel like fixing it lmao #OH before i forget. this is kinda a given on my blog bc i don't think ideas can be owned #but anyone is free to do things with priest au if they desire :) tag me tho i wanna see it

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spitblaze · 10 months ago

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You ever see something that is meant to be like...an overgeneralized statement for the sake of entertainment or comedy and not at all serious but it's about YOUR special interest and you are just sitting there trying not to explode with an entire explanation of why it's such an overgeneralized statement and the depth of the topic

#spitblaze says things #like. im not about to shame anyone about this. i WANT more people to be interested in video games as a storytelling medium #and calling someone a fucking casual about it Does Not Help #but it IS still a big big overgeneralization to say that all games in the 80s were simple arcade style deals #adventure games came into being in the 80s! maniac mansion and kings quest and snatcher! all 80s titles!#if we wanna go back even further the first Ultima game was 1979! as soon as we had the technology to make more narrative and complex games #we DID #obviously we see more of that now because its the easiest its ever been to make video games and put infinite thought and resources into #worldbuilding and narrative #and YEAH most 70s and 80s games were simple bc uh. our computers werent that good yet lol #but like. oh my god dragon quest and final fantasy 1 came out a year apart in thr 80 #do not tell me it was all run jump get the coin lol

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brunossan · 1 day ago

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So let me tell you how the 4 timelines of Pokemadhouse works!

In this post i explained about the 2-82 universe, from the oficial list made by lily of Pokemadhouse AUS, that in total are 3.

These 3 actually.

So lets give a resume from the 4 timelines:

Prime Timeline: Pokemadhouse

This is the original comic timeline, the timeline where all events of the comic happened, and the one that "Matters" in a way.

The best timeline according to Lily, where they are all ok, having happy lives and doing what they did in the comics.

2-82 Timeline: G Brainwashes Lily

This is the Timeline from the explanation i gave before: A timeline where G Brainwashes Lily to make her her wife and turns her into a puppet wife. Its a timeline hated by both Prime!G and Prime!Lily, because they know the G from this timeline is a monster but cant do nothing because its alternative timelines rules or something similar. Either way, very few info is given about this timeline, the main thing known is that the G in this timeline is blantaly evil.

Detail: The number of this timeline is a reference to Gardevoir number Pokedex, reinforcing the ideia of G being in control of everything.

1-3 Timeline: G Dies (TW: Death Mention, Abuse Mention, Depression Mention)

This is the saddest timeline from the 4. According to it, in 2017, around the same time Lily was dating Lizzy (Called Kirsten in the comics and refered as a monster in all timelines), G died somehow. Her death affected Lily in a very bad way, because 3 years after her death she was still incapable of reforming her life, so she just had a depressive breakdown.

She gave away all her pokemon, left behind all her friends and locked herself at her own home, not leaving for anything. Its implied that she has a relationship with someone abusive because in the wiki its said that her bag eyes are Actually BLACK EYES.

Oh and the icing in the cake: G in this timeline is a Ghost. Not a Ghost type or a poltergeist but a literal ghost no one can see or touch, that haunts Lily trying to find a way to help her, but she cant. So all she can do is stay with her.

The Timeline number, 1-3, is a reference to the number 13, because this timeline is also called Bad Luck AU.

4-20 Timeline: G and Lily are Stoners

This is the calmest Timeline of the 4, and the only one where the original Owner of the Madhouse is still living his happy life. On this AU, G and Lily basically decided to travel by themselves in a hippie-like style. All they do usually is smoke weed, pot, and chill out. The title of this timeline is a joke about 420 (Too obvious)

But in this timeline its also implied that G and Lily did the "Deed" after getting extremely High, an event in the comics that its called the "Microwave Lamen incident", a mistery that was never fully explained what it was and probably never will because of them both being so fucking High all the time they dont seem to care about anything else.

In this timeline Lily dont have any other pokemon too.

That's the 4 timelines, thank you for reading until here, now im gonna back to my life.

Peace

https://www.tumblr.com/lily-orchard-stuff/767748338287362048/looking-back-at-madhouse-it-really-was-just

So according to Lily's own commentary on her comic, for a long time Madhouse was just about how cool it would be to have a psychic best friend, then it was about making fun of people who wanted to fuck Gardevoirs, then it was therapy about people who develop feelings for people too easily trying to move past that, then G and the Violate arc were a reflection of Courtney abusing Lily, then the comic was always about Lily not wanting to fuck a Gardevoir and they were never getting together, now that whole arc is a funny, spontaneous will-they-won't-they.

Like these are all different things. These are all different stories with very different authorial intents behind them. And to the first person to ask why this matters: because despite trying to pin this on 'ADHD', it's actually Lily shifting around the meta framing of the story to feel out the explanation that best serves whatever public persona she's most invested in presenting at the moment, which is exactly how she's handled every controversy from Stockholm to Tara Callie to Courtney.

“—it's actually Lily shifting around the meta framing of the story to feel out the explanation that best serves whatever public persona she's most invested in presenting at the moment, which is exactly how she's handled every controversy from Stockholm to Tara Callie to Courtney.”

YES, THANK YOU. That is exactly what she’s doing, cherry picking whatever narrative suits her self-interest best. It’s so… Agh. I hate it.

Anyways, here’s an old screenshot of Lily posting art of Madhouse!Lily and G being married.

#pokemadhouse #repost #lily orchard #aus #poke madhouse #pokemadhouse aus

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front-facing-pokemon · 1 year ago

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#absol #they look happier than umbreon which is strange to me. umbreon being all sad and angry while absol #known widely as The Edgy pokémon‚ is like. smiling a little bit. they're vibing they're totally fine #they're glad they got to be in rescue team #you go girl. go off‚ absol. even in rescue team they didn't feel like they had a Super cohesive tie to the story besides Being There and #helping and whatever but maybe that's just rescue team being my least favorite pmd game. but maybe that's part of *why*#if i'm right. i might not be right. maybe i just didn't pay enough fuckin attention in rescue team. there's *two of them*. someone out there #must like them enough for there to be a remake. and i know the general pmd community considers rescue team better than the 3ds games bc they #'re all nostalgia-driven like all pokémon fans and think that the older games are OBVIOUSly better even though the 3ds titles are #total masterpieces just like the rest of pmd. i'm not gonna complain abt this here bc i think the general pmd fanbase on tumblr are like #generally pretty nice and appreciate the 3ds games. y'all are nice here. elsewhere it gets scary. luckily everywhere else is crashing and #burning before our eyes. score. although apparently tumblr is also trying to given the whole “collapse reblogs” thing they're doing??#big yikes. hope that doesn't happen. anyway

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aetherialpiplup108 · 6 months ago

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What the Train Takes With It

“For the record, I don’t trust the military,” Pinako says, fingers flexing instinctively in search of the bottle of liquor circumstances seemed to demand. Alas, it was no longer the 1870’s when she would outdrink those haughty travelers until they lay awestruck under the table, listening to her smack her lips and offer insincere gratitude for quenching her thirst with their dimes while encouraging the terrified visitor to stop by the old sheeptown in a few years because mark her words, Resembool’ s a-goin’ places whether Amestris is gonna follow or not.

It was no longer 1870. Madam Dendra’s spirited tavern had been robbed of walls and smiling customers alike by the Civil War; hardly any travelers would stop by Resembool now except to catch connecting trains; Pinako herself had to drop a few vices in favor of responsibly raising her children and their children; and it wasn’t like alcohol could compete with the bitterness crawling down her throat as she watched children too young inflict irreparable damage on their bodies and psyche to withstand burdens too big.

“We’ll take care of each other, Granny,” Alphonse says, sweet as always, and his shoulders are rigid in the way an immobile suit of armor should be but Pinako delivered this boy herself and hell if she didn’t know those shoulders would be shaking if that simple right of expression hadn’t been stolen from him, too.

Edward is made of flesh and metal she herself fused with youthful nerves and he, too, does not shake. He offers neither an apology nor a reassurance.

He does not meet her eyes.

That says everything anyway.

Pinako sighs, wondering if Trisha Elric was cursing her from beyond for whisking her children away from one hell only to let them walk into another.

And that was what the military was, no doubt about it. A staple truth of the elderly woman’s painfully long life. The hometown she had once bragged about to anyone who’d listen was set back thirty years, scared and wounded by war. Every ounce of love the great Panthress of Resembool gave her son was a scalpel carving out her insides at his funeral. And now she was watching Amestrian blue and a silver chain wrap a leash around yet another child she loved dearly.

Pinako Rockbell had chosen to be an engineer because she yearned to rebuild what was broken and protect what was dear.

And she was damn good at her job.

A right and true trailblazer in the industry, a godsend for veterans and betrayed civilians alike during the Eastern Conflict, a hero by anyone’s metric.

All that and Pinako still found herself helpless when it came to her own family.

She should stop this.

She should have put her foot down and slammed the door in the Flame Alchemist’s face the second he had the audacity to step foot into their house and extend an offer to her child. She should have refused Ed’s reckless demand to cram his recovery into a single year. She should have at least asked Alphonse to stay behind because if she had to lose one of them, why let go of the other as well?

Maybe if she had kept a closer eye on them, none of this would have happened.

In the end, she could only—

(Alphonse sat alone, moonlight glittering cruelly against azure steel as hours blended together in what seemed like an eternity of isolation. "I'm all right," he lied. "Nothing worth worrying about."

Edward leaned forward to grasp her hand, eyes blaring with determination borne not of strength and recklessness but guilt and need as he asked her for prosthetics. "My fault," he rasped. "Let me make it right. Please.")

—let go.

It was a cruel world. Tragic and depraved, cold and unfair.

But it was theirs.

A whistle cut through the air with a sense of impending finality and Ed offered a shaky smile as he took a step backwards towards the stabilizing train. Alphonse matched his step, the locomotive’s doors flapping open behind them leaving a residual image of angels about to take flight.

They were beautiful, her children. Like their mother, like her son, like Sara.

She didn’t want to bury them, too.

Winry’s palm, still marred with scratches from the wires and metal she spent nights welding together, rubbed against her weary eyes in a futile pursuit to scrub away the water that had not stopped streaming down her cheeks since the first drop of lighter fluid hit a house stocked with memories of an old life, long gone but cherished.

She forced a smile. “This isn’t goodbye,” she croaked, voice dry but sure. She was still so young. “It’s not. When Al gets his body back—and you better hurry up, okay? No dilly-dallying, you two—you’ll come back here. First thing, right?”

Sharpness flashed across golden and crimson stares alike. “Right.”

They were all such bright children, radiant and young. Pinako scrounged for the hope she had never been able to fully abandon and wished that light would guide them to the future they deserved, if not the one fate had in store.

“I don’t believe in the military,” the old woman repeated as her boys ascended the vehicle, steam beginning to flow out its stack. Ed leaned out the window and watched them frantically with wide eyes, Alphonse close behind, as if trying to memorize the details of their faces to recollect later. It would be a while before they met again, and Pinako wasn’t sure what she’d find in their gazes the next time she saw them. “But I do believe in you. Wherever you go, whatever you see…remember that you are more than capable of making it through.”

“Thanks Granny,” Al whispered, and Ed swallowed, simply nodding as his bangs were swept by the exhaust of the rumbling vehicle. He raised a hand in farewell.

Winry chased after the train until it darted past the station’s border, and they watched as it took the remaining half of their hearts along the tracks to the world beyond.

They stayed there for a while, the old lady and her granddaughter—the ones left behind, the ones that gave the boys the strength to move forward—before the duo trudged back to the warm house atop the grassy hill belonging to a sheep town that had produced some of the strongest people Amestris had ever known. It was quiet now.

But it'd be all right.

Come back soon. Come back safe.

Come back as yourselves.

#pinako rockbell #edward elric #alphonse elric #winry rockbell #fanfic #my writing #fma #not really relevant but pinako would HATE mustang lol #as she should #panthress of resembool #fmab #fma 03 #written in honor of the fma brainrot resurgence #someone help me write and title things please

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