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geographimancy · 2 years ago
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reading list (open tabs) 5 apr 2023
isometric dot cc (archive dot org (while it's still up?)) - https://web.archive.org/web/20141102155400/http://isometri.cc/strips
the beast weeps with one eye - http://www.beneath-ceaseless-skies.com/stories/the-beast-weeps-with-one-eye/
perseus - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perseus
yu the great - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yu_the_Great
chinese mythology - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_mythology
clubhouse - https://www.redfin.com/OR/Portland/6016-NE-Willow-St-97213/home/26605227
wallhouse - https://www.redfin.com/OR/Portland/605-NW-Macleay-Blvd-97210/home/26574183
koinhouse - https://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/1414-SW-3rd-Ave-Apt-3001_Portland_OR_97201_M29797-00894
frasierhouse - https://www.redfin.com/OR/Portland/1414-SW-3rd-Ave-97201/unit-2503/home/26304932
home habitat range niche territory - https://www.tor.com/2021/04/19/home-habitat-range-niche-territory-martha-wells/
orion - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orion_(mythology)
officehouse - https://www.redfin.com/OR/Portland/3221-NE-33rd-Ave-97212/home/25778105
raven tales - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raven_Tales
frederick i - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_Barbarossa
huginn and muninn - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huginn_and_Muninn
lludd and llefelys - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lludd_and_Llefelys
manhattan - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattan
1122 nw summit ave (archived photos from when it was beautiful) - https://www.maceyandmj.com/news/1122-nw-summit-avenue-1750000
nonsensehouse - https://www.redfin.com/OR/Portland/407-NW-Marlborough-Ave-97210/home/26388510
brickhouse - https://www.redfin.com/OR/Portland/1703-SW-Montgomery-Dr-97201/home/26550508
hundred years war - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hundred_Years%27_War
crisis of the late middle ages - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crisis_of_the_Late_Middle_Ages
a holiday of ashes - https://theswordandthesandwich.substack.com/p/a-holiday-of-ashes
robocop - https://readallcomics.com/category/robocop-marvel-comics/
the hernandez bros - https://www.gq.com/story/love-and-rockets-hernandez-brothers
worship of talos is strictly forbidden - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Talos
the ringworld of robert fett - https://www.polygon.com/22903093/book-of-boba-fett-halo-ringworld-space-station
banks orbitals - https://www.orionsarm.com/eg-article/4845ef5c4ca7c
titan (torus world) - https://jamesdavisnicoll.com/review/writing-in-the-garden
nobody cares about your blog - https://mssprovenance.blogspot.com/2022/12/nobody-cares-about-your-blog.html
kate beaton's ducks - https://doctorow.medium.com/kate-beatons-ducks-fcabaadfc72
mugshawtys:
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tofu oyaku keychain stacking cubes
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robots
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montreal i think
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rings of power spoilers
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this house was beautiful until some clown bought it and wanted to resell it and painted it all cream white
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sp//dr 1998
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genuine ostrich
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haute pope
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rubiehart · 8 months ago
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hi! ‘m not sure if you’re taking requests rn but i had this thought of jj x waitress!reader, like she’s just trying to take their order and he won’t stop flirting with her. love love love your work!!
i think this request has been sitting in my inbox for over two months i’m soo sorry i’m only just getting to it now. love u nonnie!
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you’re working the bar, turns out bussin tables wasn’t your strong suit when the locals would get a little too persistent towards you and you’d go off, snarky little comments that’s just piss them off in turn, you just couldn’t help it.
it’s another gloomy day at work, wiping the counter with some dirty rag that was probably doing more harm than good, but it was just so boring, until the little bell rings above the door signaling an enterance of someone new, eyes springing up from the counter as the boy walks in.
he was cute, fairly buff, red cap rested atop his sun damaged blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, you did a double take and sharply looked away when he began walking towards you, reaching for a glass and cleaning it with the same rag, as he sinks down into the bar stool directly in-front of you. “that rag don’t look very sanitary to me.” he smirks, waiting for you to catch his eye but you don’t. “no shit.” you mumble, internally rolling your eyes but refraining.
“woah.” he chuckles putting his hands up in surrender, which only makes you more pissed. “got a little fire in you, my bad.” you just flick your eyes up to him, clearly unamused. “what do you want?” slamming the glass down onto the beer mat, resting one hand on the beer taps.
“bold of you to assume i want a beer.” he shrugs, not loosing his playful tone even after being shot down so many times, you’ve gotta applaud his confidence. “so natty light?” you ask, fed up of his antics as his smirk only grows wider. "another assumption.” he assess.
“listen, you look poor, natty light’s target consumer. so yes or no?” you ask, and he scoffs. “natty light please.” and you nod, bending down to grab one from the fridge under the counter. you slide it across to him and he hands you a pile of coins, you roll your eyes and start counting it.
he cracks open the tab and takes a long sip before speaking again. “so, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ working’ at this shit shack?” he leans forward, flashing that charming smile. “what’s it to y’a?” you mumble and he hisses. “you’re stubborn.” he adds and you nod. “y’a think?” you ask sarcastically and he smiles, before you look at him again.
“you’re 25 cents short.” you nod towards the pile of coins, he tongues the cut on his lip and sighs. “tell you what? consider this payment.” he says before reaching for your hand, turning it over and scrawling something on your palm, dropping the pen onto the counter top and winking, taking the can with him before the bell above the door rings again fo signal his departure before you can even get a word of protest in.
he’d written his number on your palm, in possibly the worst handwriting you’d ever seen, wondering how you were gonna decipher this shit later. you finally let the smile creep onto your face that you’d been holding, you were calling, no doubt about it.
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oneforthemunny · 1 year ago
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knight in shining leather |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|
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prompt: based off this ask- heyy!! i was reading you bouncer eddie series and i love it so much :((((. if you take requests could you maybe do a little blurb of reader being bothered by a creep and eddie being the knight in shining leather that he is helps her. this is such a lame plot i'm sry. pls just write anything for bouncer eddie when you have the time it would be so cool!! sending hugs
reposting from my deleted blog <3
contains: possessive!eddie, jealous!eddie, a little dark!eddie not towards reader, creepy men, cat calling, language, oral fem & male rec, throat fucking, squirting, rough p in v sex, hickeys, creampie. minors dni.
It was a slow night at The Hideout, especially for a Friday. All the college kids had gone back to school for the spring, and it was too cold for others to venture out, snow and ice covering the ground. But in any weather, you could always count on your regulars showing up on Friday nights. The regulars, who would ski if they had to, to make it down to the bar nestled in downtown Hawkins.
It was you, Eddie, and Ellen for the night. Tony and Valerie had shown up, but cut earlier with the lack of customers. You were bartending, taking care of the familiar patrons, while Ellen was the manager on duty for now, helping clean and keep the jukebox rolling. Eddie was at the door, in all black of course, tight beanie around his head to fight the cold, wild curls flying out around his face.
"Can I get another sweetheart?" Roy slurred from the other end of the bar, shaking his empty glass your way. You smiled, grabbing another glass, tilting it to stop the foam as you filled the beer.
You added beer number five to his tab before sliding it to him, switching the full glass out for his empty. "Your friends not joining you tonight?" You asked him, wiping the counter down with the spare rag.
Roy blew air out his mouth. "No, pieces of shits bailed on me. Can ya believe that?"
You giggled, getting his a fresh bowl of peanuts. "That's tough. Sounds like you need some new friends." You chided in cheery, playful conversation, filling another glass for the man on the other end who indicated he wanted one.
"You wanna be my friend, baby?" Roy blubbered, eyes glazed with a sloppy smile.
You snorted, lifting a brow at Roy. "Depends how much you tip tonight." You shot back with a tight lipped smile, walking to serve your other customer.
Roy howled, slapping the wooden top of the bar, nearly falling out of his stool. Eddie looked over, face stoic, hard, like it always was when he was working. He needed to be tough, or at least appear to be, especially with this crowd.
They were harmless, usually, drunks that liked to spend their hard-earned dollars tossing booze down their throats. Sometimes, they'd get a little out of hand. Eddie would have to intervene or call them a cab.
Eddie turned when the door opened, the frigid, biting wind of the night slipping in with the person who opened it. Eddie looked at the ID the man presented, but he really didn't need to; the guy looked Wayne's age.
"There a cover tonight?" The man asked, eyes already blood shot, swaying in his snow covered work boots.
Eddie shook his head. "Nah, not tonight."
The man nodded, stumbling over to Roy, clapping the man loudly on the back. The two had a rather loud, slurring reunion, stumbling in and out of stools. Ellen cut her eyes from you then back to Eddie, rolling her eyes.
Eddie's lips pressed in a tight line, looking over at you, the way you smiled, laying down a coaster, leaning forward on the bar to get his order.
"What's good here, huh, angel?" The man slurred back at you.
You fought the urge to roll your eyes. "Well, your friend here likes our draft." You motioned to Roy. "But that'll depend what you're in the mood for."
"I'm in the mood for something tasty." The man licked his lips, eyeing you. "You on the menu?"
You did scoff at the comment. "No, but I make a mean old fashioned. You want one of those? Or are you more of a light liquor kinda guy?" You asked, trying to shift the conversation and get away from him. He wasn't a regular, you weren't sure about him.
"I'm whatever kinda guy you want me to be, baby." He grinned all sloppy, swaying towards you. "Make me whatever you want."
You nodded, rolling your eyes when you walked away. You closed out a tab for another before starting his. You smiled at the customer, Johnny, when you handed him his tab, thanking him when he left you his usual 20% tip.
Eddie watched you carefully, nodding at the two leaving with a tiny smile. You reached for your bourbon, bending over to grab a glass out of the bottom shelf.
The man beside Roy let out a loud, ear piercing wolf whistle, cackling into the other man after. You felt a cold prick run down your spine, face flushing.
"Goddam, baby, I'll have you make as many drinks as you want if you stay bent over like that!" The man whooped. "Get to see that ass all night. No wonder you love this place so much, Roy!" He laughed, slamming his hand on the bar, so the glass jumped.
"Hey, easy there," Ellen warned, raising a brow at the two. "Roy get your friend under control."
Roy nodded, lifting a hand in apology, as the other guy bristled, eyes narrowing to focus, teeth gritting and snarling. "'M not doin' anything wrong, you fuckin' bitch. Stay outta it." He snarled.
You felt your heart hammer, looking at Ellen then at Eddie. Eddie stood, fists clenched as he walked, slow and purposeful behind the two, heavy boots clanking on the wooden, creaky floors.
"Hey, watch it, man," Eddie growled. "Settle down or get the fuck out."
The man turned, swaying slightly, looking at Eddie before scoffing, turning back to you. "Hey sugar tits, you got my drink, honey?" He slurred.
"I'm finishing it up." You said slowly, warily looking at Ellen to see if she'd give you the cut off sign. "Tryna make sure it's perfect."
"If it's coming' from you, I'm sure it is." He smirked.
He looked at Roy, nudging the man drunkly before pushing his coaster purposefully off the counter. "Whoops." He laughed, snorting slightly. "Hey, sexy baby, could you pick that up for me? Ole klutz over here knocked it over." He clapped Roy on the back.
Eddie's jaw grit tight, looking at you then the man. He could feel his blood boiling already, hands tingling from the way he had them clenched. You looked at Eddie, rolling your eyes and walking to where the coaster fell, bending over and picking it up.
The man whistled again, clapping his hands as you flushed, furious and embarrassed. "Goddam, baby, you gonna keep teasing me like that?" He asked, laughing and leaning towards you. "Stick that pretty little ass out for me one more time, huh? Better yet, come over here and let me see it. Or do I need to drop something again?"
"Alright," Ellen snapped, walking towards the two men. "They're gone. Eddie, get them outta here."
Eddie was already stepping towards them. Roy's face dropped slightly as the other snarled. "The fuck you kickin' us out for?" He snapped. "I haven't even got my goddam drink!"
"Yeah, and you're not gettin' one." Eddie growled. "Out. Now. Before I have to make you." He threatened, boasting his chest to intimidate the older man. Sure, he could take him, drunk and old he wouldn't be an issue.
Roy apologized to you, drunk but sincere, holding his hands up as he tried to coax his friend. The man snarled. "The fuck you gonna do, huh?" He snapped at Eddie. "You gonna... you gonna make me leave, huh, pussy boy?" He laughed mockingly in Eddie's face.
He turned back to you, snarling and mean. "Dumb bitch, 's your fuckin' fault. Walking' around like a goddam whore, just asking' for it, then when you get it you don't want it, huh?" He spat, angry.
Eddie's hands were on his shoulders, yanking him out of the stool. The man fell to his knees, groaning in pain before Eddie had him back up, shoving him out the door.
Eddie pushed the drunken man out the door and into the snowbank on the sidewalk, and he would've smirked when the man groaned in pain if he wasn't so furious. Roy was still inside, covering the tab and apologizing to Ellen and you.
Eddie looked down at the drunk man, trying to twist and move out of the freezing snow. "The fuck you-you-"
Eddie bent down, pushing him back on the ground, teeth bared and a grip on his collar, dangerously close to his neck. His rings were cold, biting against the man's jugular. "I better never see you here or near her again, you understand?" He growled.
The man stammered, lifting his hands gently. Eddie slammed him harder into the ground, the snow sinking around his head. "Understand?"
"Yes, fuck, yes!" The man stuttered. "Jesus, fuck, I-I don't wanna come back here anyways!"
Eddie snarled, shoving him slightly before standing up. "Good." He bit. "Now get the fuck outta here." He turned around, leaving the man to get out of the icy ground.
He nodded curtly to Roy as he left, not listening to his apologies. He was fuming, buzzing, adrenaline shaking and rattling his bones. His jaw still ground together, eyes not meeting yours though he could feel them on him. He needed to calm down before he did.
Ellen came over, checking on him, and checking to make sure they were gone, before patting him on the back. "Go have a drink." She nodded towards the bar. "As soon as these two leave, we'll call it a night, huh? Think that's enough excitement for us all."
Eddie stomped over to the bar where you watched him from the other side, eyes rounded to meet him. "Thank you," You whispered.
Eddie nodded. "Anytime, baby," He grinned, but it didn't meet his eyes.
He was still angry, not at you, but at that disgusting fucker. Who the fuck did he think he was, talking to Eddie's girl like that, talking to you?
You poured him a beer, cutting an orange and placing it on his glass. Eddie sipped it slowly, the tingle in the back of his throat mixed with the alcohol calmed him slightly. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand gently when Ellen wasn't looking, before checking on the other two that still remained at the other end of the bar.
The night moved slow. No one else came in. The final people left, letting you cash out for the night. Eddie helped you stack chairs, while Ellen unplugged the jukebox, the three of you walking to the back where you parked.
Eddie had just climbed in the van, barely putting the key in the ignition to roll over the engine when you pounced on him. Hands on either side of his face, pressed against his side, lips attaching to his, hard and needy like he was your life line.
Eddie faltered for a moment, movements stuttering before he kissed you back, his own hands finding your waist, the back of your neck, pulling you as close to him as you could.
Eddie's brows furrowed when you pulled back, eyes canning your face, your rounded eyes, blown pupils, bottom lip ticked between your teeth. "What was that for?" Eddie asked, shocked, amused.
You shrugged, placing your hand over the zipper of his jeans. "I dunno, just a thank you, I guess." You grinned, eyes batting at him. "For saving me tonight. My hero." You purred, squeezing him through the rough fabric of his jeans, grinning when he groaned low and throaty.
Eddie flew over the icy roads, squirming under your touch the entire way. You palmed him gently, slowly, pressing kisses up and down his neck, shoulder, collarbone, cheek. Nuzzling your nose against him before trailing the tip of your tongue down his exposed skin.
You were throbbing between your legs, had been since Eddie had grabbed the man so aggressively- so protectively. The adrenaline and sheer primeness of it all made you soak, your head reeling and fuzzy as you fumbled through the rest of your shift. He had done that for you, was protective over you.
You and Eddie stumbled through his trailer, his boot shutting the door behind him, teeth gnashing, lips mushing, hands roaming and groping. You pushed Eddie back onto the couch by his sternum, dropping to your knees, hands fumbling to undo his belt and zipper.
Eddie grinned, brows lifted in amusement. Gone was the anger, the disrespect he felt from that man. He worried that you would be hurt, upset by what he said, maybe even angry at him for being so rough. Instead, here you were, ready to jump his bones, needy and aching all for him.
"Easy, baby," Eddie muttered, ringed hands finding your hair as you freed him frantically from his boxers.
Your soft hands held his cock, thick and long, oozing already from your teasing touches in the car. You wasted no time licking a long stripe up the base to his tip, swirling the salty pre-cum around your tongue over the head. Eddie groaned, head tilting back against the couch cushions.
You pumped his length, sucking what you could of the thick head down your throat. "Atta girl, that's my girl, fuck," Eddie groaned, gripping your hair a little tighter so you whimpered, vibrations tickling down his shaft to his sac making him tense, bucking gently in your mouth.
You gagged gently at the intrusion and Eddie let out a near pornographic moan. "Fuck, baby, can I- shit- can I fuck your throat? Please?" He begged, half lidded and lust filled.
You clenched your legs, nodding with his cock still in your mouth as he grinned down at you. That's how you ended up, head lolling off the arm of the couch, mouth open and gripping Eddie's thighs as he thrusted into your throat, relishing in how you gagged and swallowed.
"Fuck, baby, you're doing so good for me. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Good little girl." Eddie praised, eyes pinched close in pleasure.
Tears pricked your eyes, breathing slow to try and match his pace, nails digging into his hairy thighs. Eddie's abs clenched, pulling out of you slowly, before fisting himself.
He moved so his balls were in your face, heavy and hitting your nose, but you knew what he wanted, instinctively sucking them gently, tongue rolling over the skin.
Eddie's breath stuttered, grunting as he jacked himself quicker, leaning over you. "'M gonna cum, baby. Just like that, oh fuck, just like that. 'M-" Eddie groaned before you felt the hot spurts on your chest, your tummy.
Eddie's chest heaved, hunched over you, bracing himself with the back of the couch. You looked up at him, eyes meeting his through his curly bangs.
Eddie grinned at you, reaching down to kiss you, hard. He didn't waste time walking around to the other end of the couch, pulling you by your legs so your hips were on the arm of the couch, kneeling down to kiss your inner thighs with sloppy, wet kisses.
You moaned, arms above your head as you grabbed at the couch, back arching when Eddie licked a long, fat stripe through your folds, circling around your clit.
"Oh!" You whined, clenching when he kitten licked your clit, one hand on your lower tummy, pressing gently, the other adding a finger and pumping slowly in and out of you.
Normally, he'd tease you. get you whiny, teary-eyed, the way it drove him crazy, but not tonight. He was urgent, needy, devouring you from the inside out like a madman.
You felt it building quickly, the sweet release that threatened to take over you any minute. The way Eddie was sucking, nibbling at your achy clit, his long fingers curling and pumping at a much faster pace, mixed with his other hand pressing on your tummy; you knew you were going to soak him, flood him.
You writhed, hips wiggling to get away, the pleasure overwhelming. Eddie knew just how to work you, toy with your body to get it to do exactly what he wanted. Your eyes rolled back, hands pressing against his hand, but it wouldn't budge.
Eddie rolled your clit between his lips, licking gently while his fingers curled, pressing hard down on your lower belly. You cried out, back arching, legs pushing against his back as you gushed around his fingers, spewing all over him, all over the couch.
Eddie grinned, the squelch of wet liquid around his fingers as he pumped into you still was a melody, your cries and moans music to him. Eddie watched as you bucked, then slowed, legs falling and giving out, melting into the couch with heavy breaths.
Eddie licked you once more, the sweetness of your release making his eyes roll back. He stood over you, wiping his wet, shiny mouth with the back of his hand and you whimpered, legs snapping shut, throbbing again.
He was on top of you in an instant, hands on wither side of your head holding him up. Lips on yours, tongue swirling around your mouth so you could taste your release on him. He kissed down your jaw, neck, collarbones, chest, sucking large bruises as he went. He wanted everyone to see them, to know that you were his.
You moaned, legs wrapping around his waist, hands in his hair as he sucked deep bruises into your tits, biting and sucking at them, then rolling your nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing them slightly so you yelped.
He pushed himself into you without warning, rutting into you fast, hard, deep strokes that had you gasping, clawing down his back, feet dug into the meat of his ass.
Eddie pressed his face into your neck, sucking and nipping the already sensitive skin, marking it up even more. Your eyes rolled back, bodies rubbing together, chaffing skin to skin.
"Fuck, gonna cum inside you, that ok?" Eddie grunted, his nose nuzzling your cheek, lips pressing sloppy kisses to your flushed skin.
You nodded, gripping his arms, biceps bulging in your hands. You drooled at the definition, the inked skin firm and prominent next to you. Eddie snapped his hips flush against yours, smirking when you cried out, burying your face into his neck to try and muffle the pathetic cries falling from your lips.
Eddie snapped his hips a few more time, clenching with a grunt when he spilled inside you. He kept himself inside you as he rode out his high, long, deep breaths, his mouth hovering over your shoulder. You were barely holding onto him, legs still wrapped loosely around him, head swimming with feeling and fullness of him.
Eddie pulled back, brushing his bangs back so he could look at you. Marked up and bruised, mouth shaped red marks all over your neck and chest. He trailed his finger down your neck, over the well of your breasts where he really bit down.
"'M sorry, baby." He muttered to you, cupping your cheek with his hand. He hadn't asked to do that, cleared it with you, and the guilt was setting in. Girlfriends in the past were furious with him when he'd mark them like that, angry that they'd have to cover them up, and he didn't blame them.
You smiled softly, tucking your chin down to look at the damage. "It's alright." You whispered, tired. "I can cover them it's alright."
Eddie shook his head, pressing a kiss to your lips. "I should've asked. I can put a coupla spoons in the freezer. That trick worked in high school-"
He moved out of you, not caring that you were oozing him on the worn fabric of the couch, his cock softer and covered in both your spend. You catch his hand gently, thumb running over his rough knuckles. "Eddie, it's ok. I promise." Your eyes shone up at him, warm and gooey in your own afterglow.
Eddie hesitated. "It's ok." You reassured, bringing his hand to your lips brushing them feathery light over his knuckles. "I-I liked it." You blushed at the admission, nuzzling your nose into his hand to hide your giddy smile.
Eddie's eyes lit up, cupping your jaw with his hand, lifting your gaze to his. He cocked his head to the side, dopey grin on his face. "Yeah? You liked it?" He asked. You nodded. "You like it when I mark you up, huh? Want everyone to know who you belong to?"
You bit your lips, legs shifting uncomfortably. The dull ache between your legs was still there. Eddie knelt down so his nose was touching yours, an intense look in his eyes. "Who do you belong to?" He whispered, sending shockwaves down your spine, shivering against the couch.
Eddie pressed his lips towards yours so they were barely touching, hairs of his bangs tickling your forehead and eyelashes, sweaty against your skin. "Who do you belong to, baby?"
You squirmed against his gaze, feeling a little vulnerable, a little electric with the way he was looking right through you. "You." You whispered, your bottom lip brushing his, leaning in to kiss him.
Eddie pulled back slightly, his hand on your jaw. "Say it again." His eyes were dark again, lust blown, intense.
You shivered, legs clamping together and you could feel him still running out of you, creating a puddle under you. "You, Eddie," You whispered, eyes rounding into his gaze. "I'm yours, Eddie."
Eddie grinned, teeth bared and grip on your jaw tightening just slightly. "That's fuckin' right." He muttered, lips crashing into yours. He moved so you were halfway off the couch, holding onto him for leverage, his grip secure on you. "All mine." He nipped at your bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth.
Eddie moved so he was on the couch, long legs crowding on either side of your hips. He pulled you up gently by your arms, so you were in between his legs, curls ticking your cheeks when he kissed you again. He laid back slowly so you were on top of him, hands gripping your waist, your hips, anywhere he could grab and squeeze.
"My turn now." Eddie grinned, wiggling playfully underneath you. "Mark me up, baby. Show the world I'm yours."
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enjoythesilentworld · 6 months ago
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Wille's Month - Freedom
day 23!! @youngroyals-events <3
Wille and Simon go out to enjoy a nice, summer day in town. Something is weird, though, and they can’t quite place what it is.
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Wilhelm was used to people staring at him. He’d gone his whole life that way; still remembers the first time he realized that his life was very different from his friends’ lives, and that not everyone had to walk out on fancy balconies in a suit at 6 years old and wave at crowds of cheering people. While he wasn’t necessarily okay with it – in fact, he rather hated it – he knew how to handle it. 
Simon, on the other hand, was not used to it. He’d been unwillingly thrown into the spotlight first by August, and then for a second and third time by Wilhelm. What made it even worse was that the stares Simon got were unkind stares. They were judging and sneering, whispered gossip and smothered giggles. 
So, now, despite the fact that Wille’s stepped down and it’s been years since the video and the speech, whenever they go out in public, Wille no longer knows how to handle it. He doesn’t mind the stares on him, but knowing it makes Simon uncomfortable, knowing his beautiful boyfriend pretends it doesn’t, makes Wille all the more nervous and angry. How dare they continue to gossip when they don’t even know Simon at all? How dare they make him hesitant to be in big crowds or, God forbid, anywhere near a royal monument? 
He is never thinking about it directly, but the anxiety is always there bubbling in the back of Wille’s mind. So aware of Simon, always aware, and never wanting to cause him any more undue harm; which, that’s the problem, isn’t it? Even after all this time, it’s still Wille and his (former) royalty status that brought all this shit down on them. 
It’s a gorgeous summer day, the sun finally out in full force after a rainy spring, and they’ve decided to go out to run a few errands and maybe have lunch at a park. At this point, it’s second nature for him to keep tabs on their surroundings, prepared to throw glares at anyone who dares look at Simon wrong for even a second. They make it to the main thoroughfare of shops without incident, though, and the worry fades to the background. 
Simon looks absolutely radiant in the warm sunlight, blissful and smiling. They swing their hands between them as they walk, admiring the pretty window displays and commenting on the delicious smells coming from a bakery nearby. A street performer is playing the violin, and they drift over. Wille wraps his arms around Simon, and they sway there for a moment, enjoying the music and the gentle breeze. As they continue down the path, they pass a jewelry store and Simon eyes the rings in the window. When he turns and sees Wille’s giddy expression, he giggles and shakes his head. They already know; the promise is there. But, they have time. Not yet, but soon. 
By the time they grab a few sandwiches and settle down on a park bench, Wille can still feel something weird wiggling under his skin. Glancing around, he doesn’t see anyone staring at them or any ill-disguised camera phones. 
“Does today feel kind of weird to you?” Simon asks, looking over at him with a smear of mustard on his cheek. Wille reaches out to wipe it away, then sucks his finger into his own mouth to clean up. Simon smiles in thanks, then continues, “Not a bad weird. Like, today is lovely, but just kind of weird?”
Wille hums when Simon brings a clean hand up to rest against the back of his neck, fingers gently brushing the short hair there. “Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. I don’t know what it is.” 
They both look around for a moment, admiring the ducks circling in the pond before them. Somewhere across the way, a group of children laugh and chase each other through the grass.
“Oh my God,” Simon gasps out, grip tightening on Wille’s neck. He drops his sandwich onto the paper wrapping in his lap, and turns back to Wille, mouth open in shock.
“What?” Wille sits up straighter, scanning around them in fear. 
“No one’s looking at us! No one’s been looking at us all day!” Simon exclaims, wide eyes still trained on Wille. 
It can’t be. Wille looks at the groups of people around them, then thinks back to their walk through the shops. That feeling he’d had wasn’t anxiety, it was confusion.
“Oh my God,” Wille repeats. 
Simon laughs joyously. “Are we finally irrelevant?” 
Still not fully believing it, Wille continues to think. Not even the cafe attendant spared them a second glance when they’d ordered their sandwiches. They’d even asked Wille for his name for their order – Wille had never given his name for anything like that in his life. 
A smile grows on his face, large enough to rival Simon’s. Finally, he looks back over at his beautiful, beautiful Simon, chest bursting with love and glee.
“No,” Wille says, shaking his head. “We’re free.” 
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ae-neon · 5 months ago
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ADHD in full swing
I can't even finish one idea without generating 3 tangents. Music on full blast, actively flipping between seven open tabs and planning on redoing all my Pinterest boards as a form of mental Spring cleaning all while ignoring that I'm supposed to be packing to move to a whole new city
Train of thought looking like a rollercoaster
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icarian-carrion · 6 months ago
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 — BOLD / ITALICIZE what applies.
𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂.
tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries.
𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂.
filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies
𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.
burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandalwood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint.
tagged by: @bloodrodeo tagging: anyone, i sat on this for 18 years and am now finally clearing my drafts
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cheddar-baby · 1 year ago
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when i have to use my scroll wheel to reach the other side of my open tabs i think its time to do some spring cleaning...
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parab0mb · 2 years ago
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I decided to do a bit of "spring cleaning" on my old tablet since I haven't used it much in a while, so I present to you an art dump of scraps and otherwise unfinished/outdated art based on my Currently Unnamed Food-Themed Universe™.
Looking back at these I do feel a bit bad for not finishing some of them. Granted a good chunk of the stuff here was either me just jotting down a concept or are just outdated/abandoned designs, but there are a few pieces here I coulda and shoulda finalized and posted as their own separate pics (I'm just lazy and full of self-doubt 🥺).
Who knows, I might revisit/remake/finish/etc a few of these now that I have better art program to work with.
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P.S. - This was mostly just an excuse for me to consolidate all these concepts into a single piece for myself to refer to. I also hyperfixate on love seeing the development process of things so I thought I'd try to mimic that with my own work.
P.P.S. - Sorry about the large image sizes (text may be hard to see without opening in another tab 😅)
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littlecarnet · 2 years ago
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I mentioned these before but I'm still happy with them so I'll share pics...
I bought a new Instax Evo and film for summer vacation this year when I go to Cali, and new HP Envy 2-in-one laptop for research. Yeah, I can use this at home too for entertainment but it's mainly for lab work. I was going to get a Surface tab but I wanted a dedicated keyboard so bought an Envy. It's still very portable so I can take it with me when I go out in the wild or to a cafe in town. I'm giving my old 2019 laptop to my brother for gaming.
Oh and toys. Yes Im 20+ but I like toys still, especially Calico Critters and Tamagotchis. Fun fact, I got the first ever Tama in the 90s and then a Nano Kitty. Also a Pocket Pikachu and Poke Walker. I'm not opening my new Tama until I get my house organized, it's my spring cleaning reward. Not pictured is a rose colored metal mini locker, I plan on using it as storage for my new mini 3-ring binder when it comes in the mail this month.
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dancuny · 4 months ago
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Robot Royal 36 Camera
Being a big fan of The Robot cameras and having done an earlier blog post on the Robot Luftwaffen Eigentum camera, I wanted to get a camera I could use when we went on vacation or just out for the weekend. Years ago, I came across an excellent and working condition Robot Royal 36 camera. It was from an online auction, so I made a relatively low offer and won it.
 When I received it, I was surprised by the weight and heft of this particular camera. I put it through routine tests to see if the shutter was indeed opening and closing, which it was. The lens was clean, another positive, and the transport was active and in good working condition.
 When COVID hit, I was laid off from one of my favorite jobs. I started writing my camera blog. After being off work for ten months, I got hired for a better position and loved the job, company, and boss, but I put the camera on my shelf for the next four years until I recently retired and started writing my camera blog again.
History:
Otto Berning & Co. started in Dusseldorf, Germany, in 1933. Otto Berning and Co. began to manufacture amateur cameras in 1934 when a young watchmaker in his 30s, Heinz Kilfitt, designed the first compact camera for what Robot would be so well known for. The design had a spring-loaded motor winder, a unique item brought to the camera industry due to his watchmaking skills. Heinz Kilfitt also designed the camera to have a 24x24mm film format. He offered the format size to both Kodak and Agfa, who rejected it, so he sold the design to a young Hans Berning, who was only 23 and worked for his father's company. 
 Robot cameras provide a film format of 24x24mm on most of their cameras. An advantage of the 24x24mm frame size was that the photographer could get 50 images on a roll of film instead of the standard 36 in the traditional 24x36mm format. Another advantage was that there was no need to turn the camera for vertical shots.
Some unique features of the Robot cameras are that they use a rotary shutter and sprocket film drive system, which are more common in the cine cameras of the time. Robot cameras also have a 90-degree switchable viewfinder, allowing the photographer to point the camera in a different direction while looking through the viewfinder and taking photos. All the cameras have a winding motor of film advance system that allows the photographer to wind the motor and shoot rapidly up to 5-6 frames on a single wind, depending on the camera.
 Robot also provided either Carl Zeiss or Schneider-designed lenses on their cameras, which gave the photographer unparalleled sharpness in their images. The cameras were die-cast zinc and stamped stainless steel bodies chalked full of clockwork inside, and they are very sturdy and extremely well made, a testament to the high-quality materials used in their construction. 
During WWII, Robot produced cameras for the German Luftwaffe to put on their Stuka dive bombers. After the war, Robot continued producing high-end cameras like the Robot Star and Junior cameras. Robot produced the Robot Royal in three formats, with a few feature and film format variations. 
My Camera:
My model is the Robot Royal 36, model III, and it has the film format of 24x36, the most common film format for 35mm cameras. My camera has a Schneider Xenar 45 mm f2.8 lens. My camera has a Schneider Xenar 45mm f2.8 lens. It measures 5.5" wide x 3" tall x 2.75" deep from the front of the lens to the back of the camera and weighs a whopping 2 lbs. 0.4 oz. That's the first thing I noticed when I unwrapped the camera. This is a very solid and well-built camera with unique features that set it apart from other cameras. 
To open the camera, as you hold the camera there is a chrome tab with etching on it on the left side. With your thumb, you lift that and the latch and open the back of the camera. Unlike most 35mm cameras, this camera has a take-up spool you need to load the leader into as opposed to just putting the film leader into the take-up slot, and the camera takes up the film. You need to take the take-up spool apart and thread the film leader into the spool, then put the cassette back together and load the film and take-up cassette into the camera. Then fire two frames, and you're ready to go.
My camera has shutter speeds from 1/2 sec to 1/500 sec, along with B for timed exposures. The bottom of the camera has a winding mechanism that allows me to fire 12 photos at full wind, which takes me about ten and a half cranks to wind fully.
 The rangefinder on my camera is very bright and easy to focus. The other significant item about the Robot camera and lens system is they allow the photographer to shoot with zone focusing, which is fantastic for street photography. The lenses have yellow, green, and blue dots, which correspond to the colored apertures on the lens. The lens's apertures 2.8 and 5.6 are in yellow, F8 is in green, and f16 is blue. All you need to do is match up the color dot on the focus dial and the aperture used, and the lens shows you your depth of field. This procedure is similar to all other lenses, but the color coding makes the system more "user-friendly."
Removing and reattaching the lens of the Robot Royal 36 is simple. A tabbed collar at the bottom of the lens, when moved to the left, allows the lens to be detached. To reattach the lens, align the two red dots and slide the collar counterclockwise. This careful procedure ensures the lens is securely in place.
Once I shot the film, One the back of the camera and to the right of the viewfinder is a switch with a green dot for regular forward film transport, there is a red dot which closed the viewfinder half way and "R" for film rewind. I put the camera in the "R" position and reminded the film as a regular 35mm camera procedure. On the bottom front of the camera are the flash sync ports for "X" (electric flash) or "M" (bulb flash) settings.
Results:
 I took a roll of film, put it through my camera, and walked around my backyard to see how the camera performed. This is the first time I got to shoot with the camera since I bought it 4-5 years ago, and there were a few anomalies in the camera. There seems to be a slight light leak, but to be 100% transparent, the film I used was old, and one I had shot just a few frames with and rewound the film with the leader exposed more than ten years ago, so I can't 100% blame it on this camera.
Conclusion:
While Leica has the prestige, Robot and Alpa are probably the best-built cameras in terms of craftsmanship and overall quality. The camera is excellent, the lenses are fantastic, and it offers things built into the system, like motor advancement and an excellent feel. I had a great time shooting with it, and I need to run a fresh roll of film through this beauty more often.
Thank you for taking time from your busy day to review this blog.
Until next time, please be safe.
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houseofgerrard · 8 months ago
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Tahari White Linen Long Sleeve Tunic Blouse Size 2X.
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micro-expressions · 9 months ago
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Frye Anna Leather Shortie Black Cute Casual Boot.
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beep-beep-kneecaps · 11 months ago
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Officially made the switch to Firefox from chrome, took forever to switch all my open tabs on my phone from the chrome app to the Firefox app, but I did get rid of some- spring cleaning
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zwei-rhunen · 1 year ago
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Cat puked on my keyboard. Cleaned it but the keyboard is very unhappy, and refuses to work properly ( the s key outputs "s/" , space bar now translates to window+shift+tab (or whatever the shortcut is that displays a menu of currently open windows on your current desktop), my w key is suddenly "7" and my 7 key is "w[", etc etc. It is fucked upppp lmao)
I set it aside, hoping if I give it a few days off then it'll spring back to life. If not then good thig its black Friday month lol but I've been using this specific keyboard for so long, I'd hate to let it go.
Tried bringing out another keyboard we've had sitting around and after wiping it down (YEARS of thick dust accumulation lmao), realized the batteries needed changing ofc. Couldn't get the batteries out bc the compartment was too snug + one battery had kinda exploded and probably some of that dry acid wasn't helping to allow battery removal so i chucked that in the bin.
Briefly contemplated the possibility of playing with just my mouse over the next few days.
Looked down at a shelf and remembered I have a controller.
Issue: I am as good as a controller as I am with breathing underwater. It's a foreign device. I Do Not Controller
But that's okay, I just need a solution for movement bc my mouse can handle all the button-pressing bits lol (technically I CAN navigate with the mouse too, but turning is really awkward, clunky and slow I just realized I can change the mouse sensitivity, oh shit! I'm invincible!!!!)
Thankfully, I just need to swivel my thumb on the stick and nothing else NOPE I'm putting the controller back inside the emergency break glass case. Ya gurl is rocking it with one hand!!
Gonna set up some chat macros (hello/goodbye/i seem to have misplaced my keyboard + emotes ) and I'll be good to go I think!
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My (Partially) Tidy Phone
CW: implied school shooting
Most people periodically clean out their phone. Be it monthly, weekly, daily, hourly, most people sweep away the unused apps, or search bars just to clean up their space– if it gets bad enough, sometimes clear it away to make their phone run faster. 
I clear out 98% of my phone almost daily. It bugs me to know that things are open and running in the background so I get rid of them. I delete every duplicate photo, unused app, clear things away, go through my safari app and clean it out with mini purges. I like my space neat, tidy, and efficient. There is only one thing that is criticized and forgotten. A page lost in time. 
Truly a testament to its time, the Hunger Games fanfiction has been sitting in my tabs since the reawakening of the fandom in the early spring. (All the movies had been put on Netflix and Tik Tok did as Tik Tok does, obsess and move on) I’d spent spring break re-reading the series. I’d fallen in love with the story again, Katnis and her bow, Peeta and his words, just like the rest of the internet had. I believe the fanfiction was a retelling of the story, but it was such an insignificant part of my life that I can’t remember for sure. I didn’t even finish it. I’d started reading the fic out of blatant curiosity. I’d only been a part of major and active fandoms previously, so I wanted to know what fanfiction from the early 2010’s even looked like. 
I don’t remember anything specific about the story. Some fanfictions had made me roll on the floor crying with laughter. This one didn’t. I’ve cried over some of the stories. Not this one. Some of the plots are original– something I’d never seen before. This was a retelling of the series. I don’t remember anything about it because it wasn’t anything remarkable. 
There’s one reason and one reason only that it stays on my phone when nothing else does. This was what I’d been pretending to read while stifling tears and fearing for my life on a random day in Junior Year English. 
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mikerichardson2023 · 1 year ago
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Organization and structure is the primary objective for this week. Initially, the aim was to pick up where the work ended in the Spring. However, bearing the internship's overarching goals, I shifted my focus. Historically organization and structure are some of my weaknesses; this week allowed me to develop these personal skills. When the time came to open the computer this week, something felt off. The plan was to open the device, pull up the digital history project and primary sources and dig into the work; It was more complex than I'd hoped. I was met with a plethora of issues. I must situate the various issues before the work can actually begin. My computer has become a dated device and occasionally needs to be fixed. It took about fifteen minutes for the password prompt to appear and another twenty to boot up. I reflected on my situation while sitting in my complacency. In the past, I would have become upset with the technology and the situation dwelling on negative aspects. I realized this situation presented a unique opportunity for development. I decided to reboot the computer, ensuring any updates were validated. This was an excellent decision for a couple of reasons. Once the computer finished rebooting, the device ran efficiently as it should have before this moment. While the computer updated, I used the time to organize my office space. There were still papers and books from Spring that needed to be properly stored after the end of the semester. The room needed a bit of cleaning attention after the material was organized. I high-dusted and wiped surfaces. Traditionally I would have required more time and effort to do this under these circumstances. This was an opportunity to act like a professional and set up my space so that I may work more comfortably and efficiently. Once the space was cleaned and the device worked, I returned to the original plan of picking up where I left off. However, I decided to continue the process of organization and structure that had been started. I accessed the digital history project and primary sources. The institutions established during the late 19th and early 20th centuries are listed by state. I developed a Word document with screenshots focusing on the States and zoomed in for easier readability. Using this document will certainly help with the pacing of search inquiries. This document will save time shifting back and forth between pages and identifying the next school on the list. Furthermore, I plan to print these pages out as a checklist to accompany the project's development, assisting me with the organization. Finally, I decided to assess the state of the digital history project. I used this time to do a bit of housekeeping but this time digitally. I went through the list and completed several tasks. I checked for spelling errors and adjusted capitalization issues. I deleted schools that were added to the list more than once. Finally, I reset the colors of the tabs on schools that were filled in for demonstration purposes. The project feels significantly more organized and structured, so I will be ready to pick up where I left off in the Spring. I realized how vital organization and structure are to professional development by holding myself to a higher standard than I traditionally have. I did not get negative when confronting adversity and used the time wisely to create an environment and protocol that would make developing this digital history project more efficient. I am excited to get back to work.
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