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Let the Light In |9|

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Chapter Nine: Struck by Cupid's Knife

Summary: After working up the courage, Tara asks you to spend Cupid’s birthday with her, but neither of you could have predicted the results.

Warning(s): Swearing (I think), arguing, Tara wearing The Skirt™️, innuendos, miscommunication/shit communication and mentions of masochism.

Notes: Reader’s a thirsty son of a bitch.

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You're sprawled on Tara's couch, one hand absently scratching behind Dookie's ears while the other reaches for your water. The cat purrs contentedly in your lap, a rare sight according to literally everyone who's ever met the notoriously selective feline. On screen, Leatherface is doing what Leatherface does best – terrorizing unsuspecting teenagers with questionable decision-making skills.

"You know," you muse, "for someone who claims to hate slashers, you sure own a lot of them."

Tara throws chips at your head. It misses spectacularly and lands on Dookie, who gives her the most withering look a cat can muster. "I never said I hate slashers. I said modern slashers lack the psychological complexity of—"

"—of 'Prom Night,' yes, we've all heard the dissertation," you interrupt, earning yourself another chip projectile. This one actually hits its mark. "Which, by the way, is absolutely not better than 'Sleepaway Camp.'"

"Oh my god, are you seriously starting this again?" Tara pauses the movie, turning to face you fully. "Angela Baker is iconic, sure, but—"

"But nothing! The psychological implications alone—"

"The psychological implications of a movie that ends with—"

You both start talking over each other, your voices rising with practiced familiarity of an argument you've had dozens of times before. Dookie lifts his head to watch the verbal tennis match, tail twitching with mild interest.

"Okay, okay," Tara finally concedes, though her tone suggests this is far from over. "We can agree to disagree. For now. But only because I'm starving and we still haven't decided on dinner."

"Indian?" you suggest innocently, already knowing the response you'll get.

Her eyes narrow. "You know damn well what happened last time."

"You mean when you insisted you could handle the spice level and then spent three hours complaining about heartburn?"

"I did not complain for three hours."

"You literally texted me at 3 AM to tell me your esophagus was staging a coup."

She throws her hands up in exasperation. "Fine! What's your brilliant suggestion then?"

You pretend to think about it, even though you both know exactly where this is heading. "Well, there's this place I know. Makes great burgers, killer onion rings, milkshakes that'll change your life…"

"You mean the same place we always go?"

"If it ain't broke, princess."

The nickname slips out before you can catch it, an old habit you can't seem to shake. Tara's expression does something complicated – a mix of annoyance, fondness, and something else you're not quite ready to analyze.

"Speaking of things that aren't broken," she starts, then stops, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. "There's this Valentine's party next week…"

You focus very intently on Dookie's fur, suddenly finding the pattern fascinating. "Oh yeah? Sounds fun."

"Yeah, it's at Chad's place. You could… I mean, if you wanted…" She trails off, then quickly adds, "But you probably have plans."

"Actually," you say, still not looking up, "I was just gonna stay in. The new season of 'Yellowjackets' dropped and—"

"Oh." There's something in her voice that makes you finally look up. "That… that sounds good too."

A moment passes, filled only by the sound of Dookie's purring and the paused image of Leatherface on the TV.

"You could join," you offer, the words tumbling out before you can overthink them. "If you wanted. Instead of the party."

Tara's face brightens for a split second before she schools it into careful neutrality. "What happened to your sacred solo binge-watching ritual?"

"Well, Dookie's already broken that rule," you gesture to the cat who's now fully asleep in your lap. "Besides, someone needs to be there to judge my commentary."

"Your commentary definitely needs supervision," she agrees, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But what about Chad's party? You sure you don't want to…" she waves her hand vaguely.

You raise an eyebrow. "Want to what?"

"Nothing," she says quickly. "Just… you know. Meet people. Or whatever."

"Careful, Carpenter. That almost sounded like jealousy."

"You wish," she scoffs, but there's a faint blush creeping up her neck. "I just don't want you blaming me when you miss out on finding your soulmate at a frat party."

"Right, because nothing says true love like keg stands and questionable punch."

She throws more chips at you, but she's smiling now. "Shut up and watch the movie, dork."

You press play, and Leatherface resumes his rampage. But you can't help noticing how Tara seems more relaxed now, how she's shifted slightly closer on the couch. Dookie stretches in your lap, completely unbothered by the chainsaw sounds from the TV, and you think maybe this is exactly where you're supposed to be.

Even if Tara is completely wrong about "Prom Night.

—

Valentine's Day arrives with all the subtlety of a horror movie jump scare. You're pacing your apartment, pretending you haven't spent the last hour deciding what to wear for what's supposedly just another movie night. Dookie, who somehow managed to sneak into your place during Tara's last visit and never left, watches you with judgmental eyes from his perch on your bookshelf.

"Don't give me that look," you mutter, adjusting your shirt for the hundredth time. "This is completely normal behavior."

Dookie blinks slowly, unconvinced.

Your phone buzzes with a text, and you definitely don't lunge for it like a teenager waiting for their crush to call.

Tara (6:45 PM): omw Tara (6:45 PM): with snacks Tara (6:46 PM): and NO you cannot veto my candy choices this time

You smile despite yourself, typing back a quick response.

Dork (6:46 PM): If you brought those weird swedish fish again, we're going to have words

When the knock finally comes, you open the door to find Tara wearing a skirt that makes your brain short-circuit. It's not even particularly revealing – just a simple black pleated number that hits just above her knees – but something about the way it moves when she walks past you makes your mouth go dry.

"Earth to Y/N," Tara waves a hand in front of your face. "You gonna let me in or just stand there having a stroke?"

You snap out of it, closing the door perhaps a bit too quickly. "Sorry, just… wondering if I should be concerned about what's in that suspiciously large grocery bag."

"Liar," she smirks, dropping said bag on your coffee table. "But I'll let it slide because I'm feeling generous."

Meanwhile, in a group chat you're blissfully unaware of:

CORE 4 & CO.

Mindy: TARA CARPENTER Mindy: YOU DID NOT JUST LEAVE THE HOUSE IN THAT SKIRT Mindy: TO GO WATCH TV Mindy: WITH YOUR “NEMESIS”

Sammy: Let her live, Mindy

Chad: anyone else find it sus that they're both skipping the party? 👀

Mindy: "skipping the party to watch yellowjackets" sure jan

Tara: i can see these messages you know

Mindy: EXACTLY Mindy: WE KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING

Chad: yeah wearing The Skirt™️

Tara: it's just a skirt omg Tara: and don't you all have better things to do??

Mindy: than watch you attempt to seduce your nemesis? Mindy: absolutely not

Sammy: I'm turning off notifications Sammy: have fun sis Sammy: and remember to text me if you end up staying the night

Tara: SAM

Back in your apartment, you're trying very hard to focus on setting up the TV and not on how Tara's legs look when she's curled up on your couch. It's just a skirt. You've seen skirts before. This should not be affecting you like this.

"You know," Tara's voice breaks through your internal crisis, "for someone who was so excited about this show, you're spending a lot of time staring at everything but the screen."

"I'm not—" you start to protest, but she cuts you off with a knowing look.

"The remote's upside down."

You look down. The remote is, indeed, upside down in your hands. "I'm trying a new technique," you deadpan, refusing to acknowledge the heat creeping up your neck.

"Uh-huh." She shifts on the couch, the movement causing her skirt to—nope, you're not looking. You're absolutely not looking. "You know, we could still go to Chad's party if you're having second thoughts."

There's something in her tone – a careful casualness that doesn't quite mask the uncertainty underneath. You finally look at her properly, taking in the way she's trying to appear nonchalant while picking at a loose thread on your couch cushion.

"And miss the chance to prove how superior 'Sleepaway Camp' is to your precious 'Prom Night'? Not a chance, Carpenter."

The relief that flashes across her face is brief but unmistakable. "Oh my god, you're still on that? You know what, just for that, I'm eating all the good candy."

"Bold of you to assume any of your candy choices qualify as 'good.'"

She throws a Swedish Fish at your head. You catch it with your mouth, surprising both of you.

"…Okay, that was actually impressive," she admits.

"I have hidden depths," you say solemnly, finally settling onto the couch beside her. "Now shut up and watch the show. I have theories about Lottie that will blow your mind."

As the opening credits roll, you're hyper-aware of every inch of space between you, of how her skirt brushes against your leg when she reaches for the snacks, of how this feels simultaneously like nothing and everything has changed.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket – probably Henry asking how your "not-date" is going – but you ignore it. Right now, all that matters is this moment: Tara's commentary about the show's color grading, the way she unconsciously leans into you during the tenser scenes, and how maybe, just maybe, this is exactly where you both want to be.

The thing about watching TV with Tara Carpenter is that she can't sit still to save her life. She's constantly shifting, readjusting, finding new ways to accidentally-but-maybe-not-accidentally end up closer to you. It's maddening in the best possible way.

"That's not how decomposition works," she critiques, reaching across you for the popcorn. Her skirt rides up slightly with the movement, and you suddenly find the ceiling fascinating. "The timeline is completely unrealistic."

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was sitting next to a forensics expert," you quip, trying to ignore how she hasn't fully moved back to her original position. "Please, enlighten us with your extensive knowledge of body disposal."

She turns to face you, and you immediately regret your life choices because now she's even closer, her eyes sparkling with that dangerous mix of challenge and amusement that always spells trouble.

"Well, considering the ambient temperature and soil composition—"

"Is this the part where I should be concerned about your search history?"

"Please," she scoffs, but there's a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Like yours is any better, Miss 'I-need-to-research-medieval-torture-devices-for-academic-purposes.'"

"That was one time!"

"The FBI agent watching your browser history probably needs therapy."

You're about to retort when she shifts again, and suddenly her leg is pressed against yours. All coherent thoughts evacuate your brain without so much as a goodbye note.

"You okay there?" she asks, and there's something in her tone that suggests she knows exactly what she's doing. "You seem a little… distracted."

Two can play at this game.

"Just thinking about proper body disposal techniques," you say innocently, stretching your arm across the back of the couch. Not quite around her shoulders, but the implication is there. "You know, for academic purposes."

She raises an eyebrow. "Is that your way of threatening to murder me? Because I've got to say, your technique needs work."

"If I was going to murder you, Carpenter, you'd never see it coming."

"Promises, promises."

The air between you crackles with something that definitely isn't just friendly banter anymore. On screen, someone is probably being dramatically eviscerated, but you couldn't care less because Tara is looking at you with that half-smile that makes your stomach do Olympic-level gymnastics.

Your phone buzzes again, breaking the moment. This time, it's a series of texts from Henry:

Henry (8:15 PM): so how's the not-date going?? Henry (8:15 PM): has anyone been murdered yet Henry (8:16 PM): either literally or metaphorically Henry (8:16 PM): also tony says hi and wants to know if you've kissed her yet

"Something important?" Tara asks, and you quickly lock your phone before she can see the messages.

"Just Henry being Henry," you say, silently plotting your best friend's demise. "Probably asking if we've murdered each other yet."

"Night's still young," she shrugs, but she's still got that look in her eyes that makes you want to either kiss her or start an argument about horror movie tropes. Possibly both.

"Speaking of murder," you say instead, because you're a master of deflection, "want to hear my theory about why 'Sleepaway Camp' is actually a groundbreaking commentary on—"

She groans, throwing her head back dramatically. "Oh my god, you're actually the worst."

"That's not what you said when I brought you soup when you caught the flu."

"That was before I knew you'd use it as ammunition in your endless crusade against good taste in movies."

"Bold words from someone wearing a skirt that's clearly meant to be a distraction from your terrible opinions."

The words are out before your brain can stop them. Tara goes very still, and for a moment you think you've miscalculated spectacularly. But then she looks at you with an expression that's somewhere between amusement and challenge.

"Is it working?"

Your mouth goes dry. "What?"

"The distraction," she says, and you swear she moves even closer. "Is it working?"

You're saved from having to answer by Dookie, who chooses this exact moment to jump between you, apparently deciding he's been ignored for far too long. The cat gives you both a look that clearly says "I've had enough of your nonsense."

"Traitor," you mutter to the cat, who responds by making himself comfortable across both your laps, effectively creating a furry barrier between you and Tara.

Tara laughs, scratching behind Dookie's ears. "My hero," she coos to the cat. "Saving me from another lecture about Angela Baker's psychological complexity."

"You're both against me," you declare dramatically. "I'm being ganged up on in my own home."

"Cry about it," she suggests sweetly, but she's leaning against your shoulder now, and Dookie is purring, and maybe being ganged up on isn't the worst thing in the world.

—

"I cannot believe you're still defending this," you say, watching in horror as Tara drowns her mac and cheese in a truly concerning amount of hot sauce. "This is actually painful to witness."

"You're being dramatic," she retorts, adding what appears to be her entire body weight in ketchup to the already crime-scene-worthy pasta. "Some of us actually like flavor."

"Flavor? That's—" you're interrupted by the doorbell, which is probably for the best because you were about to launch into a dissertation about the difference between flavor and masochism.

"I'll get it," Tara says, but you're already standing up.

"Absolutely not. I've seen enough horror movies to know the cute girl who answers the door always dies first."

The word 'cute' slips out before you can catch it, and you practically sprint to the door to avoid seeing her reaction. This proves to be a tactical error when you open it to find possibly the most conventionally attractive pizza delivery guy you've ever seen, complete with the kind of jawline that belongs on a CW show.

"Hey," he says, then looks past you to where Tara has appeared behind your shoulder. His entire demeanor shifts, voice dropping an octave. "Hey."

You resist the urge to close the door in his face.

"That'll be twenty-four fifty," he says to Tara, completely ignoring your existence. "Though I could make it free if you'd let me take you out sometime."

Something hot and uncomfortable coils in your stomach. You reach for your wallet, but Tara beats you to it, pulling out cash from her pocket.

"Here's thirty," she says, a slight flush creeping up her neck. "Keep the change."

"You sure I can't convince you?" He flashes a smile that probably works wonders at frat parties. "I make a mean pasta. No ketchup required."

Your head snaps up at that. He must have overheard your earlier conversation, which means he's been standing here long enough to eavesdrop, which means—

"She likes her pasta exactly how she likes it," you say, perhaps a bit sharper than necessary, taking the pizza from his hands. "Thanks for the delivery."

You close the door before he can respond, turning to find Tara looking at you with an expression that makes your heart do something complicated in your chest. The flush on her neck has spread to her cheeks.

"So," she says, voice carefully neutral but eyes dancing with something that looks suspiciously like amusement. "No ketchup required, huh?"

"Don't start," you mutter, carrying the pizza to the kitchen. "And don't even think about putting hot sauce on this. I saw you wincing earlier from your mac and cheese."

"My tongue is fine," she protests, following you. "Besides, maybe I like the burn."

"Your masochistic tendencies are concerning, Carpenter."

She hops up onto your counter, legs swinging slightly in that stupid perfect skirt. "Says the person who just went full guard dog on the pizza guy."

"I did not—" you start, then catch the look on her face. "I was just… concerned about food temperature maintenance."

"Uh-huh." She's full-on grinning now, cheeks still tinged pink. "And I suppose the death glare was just about proper pizza handling protocols?"

"You know what?" You grab a slice, pointedly avoiding her gaze. "I preferred it when you were defending your crimes against pasta."

"Speaking of which…" She reaches for the bottle of hot sauce she apparently manifested from thin air.

"Absolutely not." You snatch it away, holding it above your head. "I'm not listening to you complain about tongue burn all night again."

"Bold of you to assume I need your permission," she says, sliding off the counter and stepping closer. Much closer. Close enough that you can see the flecks of gold in her eyes, can feel the warmth radiating from her skin.

Your breath catches. She reaches up, ostensibly for the hot sauce, but her hand lands on your wrist instead. Neither of you moves.

"Tara," you say, voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"Your mac and cheese is getting cold."

She laughs, the sound soft and close, and you think maybe this is better than any Valentine's party could ever be. Even if she is completely wrong about pasta condiments.

"You're impossible," she says, but she's smiling, and she hasn't moved away, and maybe—

Dookie chooses this exact moment to knock over the entire box of pizza.

"Traitor," you both say in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing.

The moment breaks, but something else settles in its place – something warm and comfortable and maybe a little bit inevitable. Like the way Tara's hand is still on your wrist, or how she's looking at you with that half-smile that makes your heart skip beats.

Your phone buzzes on the counter, screen lighting up with a notification. Tara glances at it reflexively, and something in her expression shifts – subtle enough that someone who doesn't know her as well as you do might miss it, but you've spent months cataloging her micro-expressions during horror movie marathons.

"Charlotte?" she says, and there's something in her voice that makes your stomach drop. "Didn't realize you two were still talking."

You reach for your phone, but Tara's already turning away, suddenly very interested in reorganizing the scattered pizza toppings on her plate. "It's not—"

"No, it's fine," she cuts you off, but her shoulders are tense in that way they get when she's trying too hard to seem casual. "I mean, obviously you can talk to whoever you want."

"Tara."

"I just thought after what happened at New Year's—"

"Nothing happened at New Year's," you say, perhaps a bit too quickly. "We just talked."

She lets out a laugh that doesn't sound like a laugh at all. "Right. Because that's totally why you disappeared for an hour and came back looking like—"

"Like what?" There's an edge to your voice now, the playful atmosphere from earlier evaporating like morning dew. "Come on, Carpenter. Say what you really mean."

She finally looks at you, and there's something raw in her expression that makes your chest ache. "Like you'd rather be anywhere else. With anyone else."

"That's not—" you start, but she's on a roll now.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I shouldn't have…" she trails off, pushing her plate away. "This was stupid. I should go."

"Are you seriously doing this right now?" You follow her as she starts gathering her things. "Over a text message you didn't even read?"

"This isn't about the text," she says, but she won't meet your eyes. "This is about you always having one foot out the door."

"Me?" You can't help the incredulous laugh that escapes. "That's rich coming from someone who can't even admit why she really skipped Chad's party tonight."

She freezes, one hand on her bag. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what it means." Your heart is pounding, words spilling out before you can stop them. "You're not the only one who's allowed to be scared, Tara."

The silence that follows is deafening. Even Dookie seems to be holding his breath, watching from his perch on the bookshelf with unblinking eyes.

"I'm not scared," she says finally, but her voice wavers slightly.

"No?" You step closer, close enough to see the pulse jumping in her throat. "Then why are you running?"

She looks up at you then, and there's something in her eyes that makes your breath catch – a mix of vulnerability and defiance that's so uniquely Tara it makes your heart hurt.

"Because you let her kiss you," she whispers, and the words hang in the air between you like smoke. "At New Year's. You let her kiss you, and then you came back and acted like nothing happened, and I—"

"She didn't kiss me," you interrupt softly. "I stopped her."

Tara blinks. "What?"

"She tried, yeah. But I stopped her." You run a hand through your hair, frustrated. "Because apparently I'm pathetically gone for someone who puts ketchup in her mac and cheese and thinks 'Prom Night' is better than 'Sleepaway Camp.'"

A beat passes. Then another. Tara's still holding her bag, but her grip has loosened.

"Pathetically?" she repeats, and there's a hint of something in her voice that might be hope.

"Absolutely tragic levels," you confirm, taking another step closer. "It's embarrassing, really. I can't even enjoy pizza delivery without getting jealous."

A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "That was pretty embarrassing."

"Says the person who wore The Skirt™️ to watch Yellowjackets."

She flushes, but she's not running anymore. "You noticed that, huh?"

"Tara," you say softly, "I notice everything about you. It's kind of the problem."

She looks at you for a long moment, then slowly sets her bag down. "You really stopped her?"

"Of course I did." You reach out, tentatively tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Some of us don't have terrible taste in everything."

She laughs, the sound watery but real. "Just in movies, right?"

"And pasta condiments," you agree, and when she smiles, it feels like coming home.

The moment stretches between you like taffy, sweet and fragile. Tara's looking at you with those eyes that always make you forget how to breathe properly, and you're close enough to count her freckles, to see the way her pulse flutters in her throat. Her hand finds yours, fingers intertwining with a certainty that makes your heart stutter.

You could kiss her. You should kiss her. Everything in you is screaming to close that final distance.

Instead, you step back.

The hurt that flashes across her face is gone so quickly you almost convince yourself you imagined it. Almost.

"I can't," you whisper, and the words taste like ash in your mouth. "Not like this."

"Like what?" Her voice is carefully neutral, but you can see her walls going up, brick by careful brick. "With me?"

"That's not—" You run a hand through your hair, frustrated. "You're upset about Charlotte, and the pizza guy, and—"

"Don't." She pulls her hand away, and the loss of contact feels like a physical ache. "Don't you dare try to explain away what just happened."

"I'm trying to protect—"

"Me?" She laughs, but it's a hollow sound that doesn't reach her eyes. "From what, exactly? From making my own decisions? From wanting something that apparently terrifies you?"

"That's not fair."

"No?" She takes a step back, and somehow that small distance feels like miles. "Then what is this, really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks a lot like you're the one with one foot out the door."

The words hit like a slap, echoing your earlier accusation back at you. "Tara—"

"You know what the worst part is?" She's gathering her things again, movements sharp and jerky. "For a second there, I actually thought… God, I'm such an idiot."

"You're not—"

"Save it." She's not looking at you anymore, focused intently on collecting her scattered belongings. "I get it, okay? You're not ready, or you're scared, or whatever excuse you want to use. But don't pretend this is about protecting me."

You want to stop her. Want to explain that you're terrified of ruining this, of losing her, of what happens when the Valentine's Day magic wears off and she realizes you're not worth all this trouble. Want to tell her that you've never been good at keeping the things you love.

Instead, you watch her shrug on her jacket, that stupid perfect skirt swishing with the movement.

"Tara, please—"

"I should go," she says, and her voice is steady even though her hands are shaking slightly. "Before I say something we'll both regret."

Dookie watches from his perch as she heads for the door, tail twitching like he's judging your life choices. You don't blame him.

She pauses at the threshold, one hand on the doorknob. For a moment, you think she might turn around, might give you another chance to fix this. But then her shoulders straighten, and you know what's coming before she says it.

"For the record?" Her voice is quiet but clear. "You're wrong. About everything"

The door closes behind her with a soft click that somehow sounds louder than a slam would have. You stand there in the silence, surrounded by half-eaten pizza and the lingering scent of her perfume, thinking about all the ways hearts break in horror movies versus real life.

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A/N: I feel like a cartoon villain. It's nice.

[sturniholo]

white ferrari - chris sturniolo

a/n: please the amount of courage it is taking for me to post this is embarrassing 😓 this is lowkey shit, so please bare with me. also i was listening to frank ocean while writing, hence the title.

chris x fem reader !

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Tears dried on your cheek as you looked out the window of the minivan. This would be the last time you would be riding in it. The car where you would sing along to Mac Miller with Matt and Chris, go on late-night McDonald's runs, or needed a ride to hang out with Chris.

Matt was currently taking you home. Today was probably one of the worst days of your life. After some thinking, you and Chris decided it would be best for the two of you to go your separate ways. With his YouTube career kicking off, you wanted him to have as many opportunities as possible. With that being said, he told you they had found a house in LA.

Tears couldn't help but spill from your eyes as you replayed those talks of breaking up in your head. It absolutely shattered your heart, but you wanted what was best for Chris and his brothers. You knew it was going to be the most painful decision of your life, as he was your first love.

You rested your head on the window, looking out at the stars. Due to the silence in the car, you had the perfect opportunity to think. Your mind began to drift off, thinking about you and Chris' relationship.

the first time you met chris...

It was freshman year. You and Nick had become friends after having history class together. Today you were finally going over to his house to hang out. You knew about Matt and Chris, as you had seen them around school and Nick told you about them.

However, when you got to Nick’s house, you didn't expect to meet your future boyfriend. You remember it clear as day. When you walked in, Chris had been sitting on the couch, drinking a Pepsi. He had been on his phone, but he looked up when he heard you walk in.

"Nick’s friend right? I’m Chris," he greeted with a grin.

You returned the smile. "Yeah, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you."

From the moment you laid eyes on him you thought he was cute. Little did you know he felt the same way.

the day he asked you out....

It was about a year after you had met Chris. He had been planning this moment for a while. The two of you were hanging out, eating ice cream. The whole night you could tell something was off. He wasn't his normal self. Instead, he was acting nervous, like it was your first time hanging out.

"Chris, what's going on? You seem so...anxious," you asked, taking a bite of your ice cream.

He looked up at you, making short eye contact. "It’s just..." He thought for a moment. "We obviously have a thing for each other, and I really want it to be something, something official." A smile spread across your face. You had been waiting for this moment for a few weeks. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You swear your heart could burst. "Of course I will, Chris." After those words, you swore you could see the weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"Thank God, I probably would've run into traffic if you rejected me," he joked.

The rest of the night he wore a smile on his face. He was so happy he finally made you his girl.

the night of senior prom...

The thing you remembered the most about this night was the look in Chris' eyes when you came down the stairs. The sparkle in his eye showed how much he adored you.

You picked out a blue dress to match what he was wearing, and of course, your mom wanted to get pictures of the two of you. Chris suggested you do the iconic prom pose. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving his biggest smile. You couldn't help but smile and melt into his touch.

As you and Alahna danced with each other, you couldn't help but hear Chris' laugh. He was sitting down, watching as you danced with Alahna. The look in his eyes as he watched you made you want to melt into the floor.

That was also the same night Chris learned how to slow dance. You had somehow convinced him to dance with you. His hands gripped onto your waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. The two of you slowly swayed side to side, enjoying each other's warmth. Kisses were occasionally exchanged, which made the two of you laugh.

the first time chris had come home after being in la...

Chris had been in LA for a little over two weeks and you were missing him like crazy. You had Facetimed pretty much every day, but you needed to see him in person.

As you waited at the gate, you couldn't help but pace with excitement. The moment your eyes met the triplets, your heart began to race. You had missed them terribly.

Chris ran over to you, immediately engulfing you in a hug. Your arms wrapped around his back, tightening the hug. He rocked you back and forth, pressing a kiss to your head. As you pulled away, your eyes couldn't help but meet his. They were glossy and full of love. He leaned in, connecting his lips with yours.

After a minute, you guys pulled away, both wearing a smile. You turned around to meet Matt and Nick, wrapping your arms around both of them. Smiles were evident on everyone's faces, happy to be reunited.

As those sweet memories crossed your mind you couldn't help but cry out. Matt’s heart broke at the sound of your sobs. He rested a hand on your knee, giving it an assuring squeeze.

As he pulled into your driveway one last time, you finally took your eyes away from the window. You met Matt’s gaze. You noticed his eyes began to gloss over, which made your heartbreak. You had grown to become very close with Matt over the years, so it was like double heartbreak.

Matt walked behind you as you made your way to your front door. You stuck your key in the door, twisting it. Before you pushed open the door, your arms found their way around Matt. His arms wrapped around you, your head resting on his chest.

The two of you stood like that for a few minutes. Tears continued to fall from your face, sniffles occasionally coming from your nose. You could hear Matt also sniffling from above you. As you pulled away, you wiped your tears.

"Well," you breathed out, "thank you so much for everything, Matt. I love you," you said shakily. He squeezed your shoulder one last time before he let you go inside.

Your heart completely shattered as you closed the door. The realization had just hit you full force. You were closing one of the most important chapters in your life, but then again, you would do anything for Chris to be happy.

[saleintothe90s]

494. Seventeen Magazine, March 1997 - part 2

(Part 1)

Woah, this was the best LeAnn looked when she was a teenager. The staff did an amazing job on her. I feel like she kinda adopted this look after this shoot, right?

Maybe with the exception with the black and white dress on the right, JCPenney really dropped the ball. None of the prom looks in the actual issue matches the prom looks we see int the ads.

There's that green again! This time on Jordana Brewster.

Moisturizer and translucent powder seems like a patchy mess? y/n?

OH HERE WE GO BBY OLD NAIL POLISH FROM THE BEST ERA OF NAIL POLISH: THE MID 90s.

There's a great TikTok/instagram account called Vintage Dusties that showcases the most amazing 90s polish. I wonder what ever happened to Ripe brand polish? I saw it a few times in Seventeen, but I can't find a bottle on eBay or a mention online anywhere.

Pastel was an icon, it was a legend, it was the moment.

(eBay user SOLDBYMP)

These potpourris from the Gap look redic. You know they lost their scent almost immediately. I found one on eBay.

Man, back when Urban decay was grunge. Miss those days.

Ok, why couldn't Billy go to the prom with Michelle? Was he over 18?

I remember reading this as a thirteen year old, and thinking "yeah, nobody's mom is gonna allow that." I remember the doggy too!

It took me a few seconds to understand the cutting the straps off of life jackets and making belts out of them. Let's hope that L.W. is using top coat to seal those letters. Thea R. discovered prison makeup!

Here's the ketchup mustard and lettuce dresses we saw in last year's issue, but longer this time.

Baby Spice Girls!

Baby King of the Hill! The show had only been on at a couple of months at this point.

We were all still living in 1997, but Chaweon was living in 1999 with that amazing makeup.

This was part of the School Zone section they ran every month. Everybody always messed up their $50 JanSport with patches.

This looks almost like the dress Jordana was holding up a few pages earlier.

As someone who wears tights several days a week, I would invest in those $34 ones.

I remember the Chris O'Donnell story! Just because I didn't know what crew was back then. I thought a "crew meet" was Chris and his teammates setting up a stage set in record time. I was a very uncultured child. (part 3)

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[dasinclair]

how’s the art book? I’ve been trying to find pics online but I haven’t found many. any cool trivia?

i really like having it! i love the full-page spreads of background paintings, they're beautiful. we get turnarounds of every character, and expression sheets for several. it's nice to have clear references and see some range of emotion we didn't see in the show proper

some interesting stuff i never would have thought of, too. like a floor plan for the sewer sinclair works in, the lighting effects on characters' powers, robot's eye displays, fun details like that. if there's anyone/anything specific you'd like pictures of, i can try to get them for you!

the only real disappointment for me was the lack of concept art. i really like seeing the process of character design and the drafts that didn't make it, even if a lot of these guys didn't change that much from page to screen. there's some discussion of that, but not a lot of examples shown

trivia:

the grayson home had no consistent design in the comic, and kirkman wanted them to have a sort of nonsensical house with no fixed layout in the show too. this didn't pan out obviously

a lot of the iconic gory shots were done by the character designers rather than the animators, and some scenes had to be re-boarded to match the intensity of the action with the brutality of what they'd drawn... every seemingly random blood splatter was done with artistic intent ❤️

nate bellegarde got super attached to the background heroes we see at the guardian tryouts. some of them have names and a little bit of backstory in here too. there's a green goop guy named Big Mildew who didn't make it to the screen but he's in this book

there are designs, somewhere, of mark & amber in prom outfits. eve used to have a whole collection of pins on her jacket. bellegarde always thought that cecil was from texas and should have a cow skull bolo tie. i wish we got pictures of all this

dou hong thinks they picked the ugliest outfits out of all the ones she drew for debbie

rex was designed to be "as different as possible" from mark in the show, which is why he now has a one-piece visor instead of goggles like mark's

ryan ridley came up with the bit about ka-hor the mummy and everybody thought it was really funny

kirkman wanted to reference different styles/genres in each episode, for instance s1e5 being a crime drama and s1e6 being horror

season 1 was more self-contained because they didn't know if the series would get to continue, which is why in the viltrum flashback they made sure to include recognizable characters like thula, kregg, and conquest. just in case that was all we ever got of them

[dollsinvogue]

Love your work, are there any pieces, collections or designers you'd want to be referenced more? I'm partial to monster high and I'd love to hear your thoughts on what they could reference in the future

UM HELLO??? IM SO NORMAL ABOUT A MH AND KAYN ARTIST I LIKE TALKING TO ME!!!? (lying)

Okay I can’t remember if I have talked about this on my blog or just with my friend but this came about when the off-white monster high dolls came out and I thought that monster high should do a designer collab with moschino!!

Very specifically Moschino resort 2020! It’s already so perfect because it’s spooky monster themed and I can see certain elements matching with certain characters!! 1 is Draculaura, 2 and 3 is Frankie, 4 is Spectra, and 5 and 6 are Cleo do you see the vision?

I would also love to se more Moschino in general, I know there’s already so many moschino copied/inspired pieces on dolls but there’s so many more that I think would be beautiful to see on dolls

Also I know you didn’t mention rainbow high but I feel like because rainbow high copies irl fashion directly they could have done more exciting dolls (prom line, collector, etc) where dolls are in really iconic dresses and that black and chain Chanel dress from 1992 or something along those lines

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 21

welcome to the twenty-first fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Most Artists are Messy by @shipsgalore

Lance is drawing a complicated flower on the base of Keith’s wrist and it makes his lips pull up into a smile despite the panic. They’re always flowers when it comes to Lance. He uses them in everything he does, and usually doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Keith can count on one hand how many times the doodles on his arms haven’t been of flowers.

i love this one because keith & lance are just blatantly and clearly autistic. it’s wonderful. it’s sweet and fluffy and it’s a modern au, which as y’all know is my jam, and the last few paragraphs do this specific thing with sentiment repetition that genuinely gets to me every time

2. Be Alive With Me Tonight by @caesaria [EXPLICIT] [ABO]

When the Blade of Marmora requests assistance on an information gathering mission, Lance and Keith go undercover as a bonded alpha and omega pair. At first, it seems like this is going to be more like a vacation than a mission – right up until everything falls apart and they realize how unprepared they really are. Now, Lance and Keith have to fight to not only survive, but to make it out together. They’ll have to rely not only on their skills as Paladin, but the bond they’ve created and nurtured between them.

okay i gave this one the explicit warning bc there are chapters that are explicit, but tbh the scenes are skippable if that’s not ur thing. now this fic is an EPIC. truly. its a quarter million words and the plot is breathtaking, the worldbuilding is iconic and the romance is like HOLY SHIT. this is a novel, and better yet its a KLANCE novel, so. highly recommend if you have a day or two to read.

3. roses by @renyoi

Lance is always getting flowers for Keith, so Keith decides to return the favor--with a little help, of course.

written for prompt #4 of klance valentine's week!

keith is hilarious here. just in general but here especially and i love him. he wants to pamper lance so so badly and hes so straightforward and earnest!! and allura’s character in here is also excellent. i will leave u with this one line from the fic that made me laugh it loud: “ The next day, the sun rises to Keith Kogane, dressed all in black (that’s all that was clean, okay?!), loitering around in front of Alluring Blossom, the 5-star-rated “I’ve never had such a delightful bouquet delivered to me in my entire life!” flower shop of a woman named Allura Altea. Keith automatically trusted her because he loves people that also have alliteration in their names. “ king. love him

4. here it comes by rideahorse

Keith watched a lonely droplet of water fall from Lance’s soaked bangs, curving a path over the bridge of his nose and then pooling—almost teasingly so—at the bow of his lips.

“I feel like I won, for some reason,” Lance said quietly.

what have i told yall about fics from 2016!!! this fic made me SMILE and im not usually a fan of like senior year of high school fics but holy shit!! holy SHIT!! this fic had me smiling and kicking my feet and losing my mind. i will leave u with the note i put on my bookmark (spoiler warning):

a couple things: 1. “lance is a bad influence” and “lance is a pretty princess (tm)” are god tier tags so thanks for that 2. keith with a tongue piercing. must i say more. 3. i miss keith gyeong that was an excellent era 4. the couple tattoo moment had me taking a Moment 5. here’s how i imagine the aftermath of this: shiro: i saw u ditched prom. are you okay? keith: yeah actually! lance convinced me that we have to have a wild final night, so we went to a High School Party (tm), i decked a guy for lance and your honour, we panic drove away, went skinny dipping in a pool, got caught, ran away naked for two blocks, went to sonic in another town, got matching tattoos, fucked in the backseat of my car, and watched the sunrise :)) shiro: shiro: shiro: shiro: i’m sorry. what were those last parts keith: yeah i know you really like sunrises we probably should have invited you :// but it was kind of an us thing i’m sure you understand :) shiro: KEITH

anyways i laughed

5. if silence was a song by @angstinspace

“It’s … Your show is on so late at night,” Keith tries to explain, as if Lance didn’t know this already. “I guess I was just wondering why that is.”

A crackling silence answers him, and Keith’s stomach sinks. Did Lance hang up? Keith can’t exactly blame him.

But then he hears Lance make a noise––a short huff of breath that might have been either an impatient sigh or a quiet laugh … Keith has no clue.

“That’s the reason you’re calling? To complain about my time slot?”

or, Keith starts anonymously calling Lance's college radio show and develops an unexpected crush.

@catnippackets did a comic of this i believe, and it literally never leaves my head. yall know the trope where one person gets a phone call and halfway through they sigh wistfully and say “god i wish you were here” and then the other person smiles so viscerally it can be felt through the phone and they say “look behind you” and theyre THERE?????? that makes me lose it every time. i love this fic

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

[musicoftheheart]

tbt my prom last year (because snapchat memories popped up for it today) and the absolute chaos of it all

in one night, i:

went with one of my besties (who ghosted me the following day, and hasnt spoken to me since. i do, however, still talk to his mother regularly)

found out my other friend's girlfriend was cheating on him

got drunk and sang an iconic theatre love song with my ex-girlfriend who broke up with me the week before prom and who i was supposed to have gone with

got trauma-dumped on by a drunk teacher id had one conversation with in my life

found out through the iconic lesbian of the yeargroup (iykyk) that said ex-gf had been telling everyone in her orchestra that she wanted to break up with me all throughout the four months before we broke up

got the best snog of my life from said iconic lesbian

went to an after party where i got more drunk and ended up telling my friendgroup about my mental health issues except i did it through never have i ever and found out you arent supposed to ask 'do i drink for each one?' when certain questions come up. the looks on their faces did not match the uncontrollable giggles coming from me

there was probably a lot more but those are the parts i remember most lmao

[nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat]

Heartstopper s2 ep8

oooo the song!

nick's wall with his photos with charlie <3

"boyfriends (i'm bi actually)" AAAAAH AHDJSJE LMAO <3 (that's such a cute photo too)

DARCYYYY WHERE IS DARCY I'M WORRIED

tao and elle <3

them getting paint on their clothes gave me a little secondhand stress tho ngl

aw love miss singh encouraging mister ajayi to ask out mr farouk (and her trying to take a peek at the messages 😭)

charlie isn't eating :(

omg the clouds elle painted look so good

TAO AND NICK ARE BONDING!! I REPEAT TAO AND NICK ARE BONDING!!! their friendship is for sure one of the best things in this season

"and i'm including myself in that statement" lmao

tao talking about his dad and how that's why he's afraid of losing people he loves :'(

charlie's gay sock!!

"i'm not looking but for the record, i think you always look cute" <3

tara looks sooo pretty in this episode

i wish i could give darcy a hug :(

tara has a woman/mushroom painting thing on her wall?? that's the gayest shit ever

the whole scene of tao picking elle up for prom is so cute. the awkward conversation with her parents and then him being speechless when he sees her? so cute (to be fair, she does look absolutely gorgeous)

tara's dress is soooo pretty too

aw love that charlie made sure isaac got a photo too and they did a friend group photo

sarah playing the guitar !! she's so cool

TAO AND ELLE DANCING !!! CUTEST THING EVER !! AND THEY DID SOME MOVES FROM SEASON 1 !!! (and they have matching glowing hearts on their cheekbones?? adorable)

tori just sipping her lemonade in yhe the corner as always lmaooo she's such an icon

aw the teachers

isaac picked up the ace book !!! my boy is starting to accept himself !!!

OK BUT WHAT'S GOING ON BETWEEN IMOGEN AND SAHAR??? that look on imogen's face feels kinda gay

"can you dance?" "no not at all" relatable

AAAH THAT SCENE BETWEEN TARA AND DARCY WAS SO CUTE??? LIKE CUTEST THING EVER AAAAAAH THEY'RE ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE AND THEY MAKE MY LITTLE HEART SO HAPPY (i actually literally screamed irl btw)

and the fact that they started playing seven by taylor swift??? that's like my favorite taylor swift song. this is The Best Soundtrack Ever

seven playing over the cutest montage of them all being happy and cute is something i didn't know i need but it's so-- aaah <3

"i don't want to feel like that anymore" this whole scene broke me. i'm near tears and i would be crying if i had the capacity to cry rn. god. i knew it was coming but i wasn't prepared for this

the way they are so gentle and honest with each other tho and the way it's clear how much trust and care there is between them,,,, it's so <3 <3 <3 <3

nick and charlie <3

and they almost just both said i love you !! so excited to see how that plays out next season 👀 (i do know what happens and i'm excited to see it on screen rjdjsjs)

also them playing wasia project at the end :') it didn't help rein in my emotions At All :')

alright it's done and i'm feeling things :')

[kincord-kinhelp]

!! Oz (Monster prom) icons!!

all art is from the monster prom games

! Oz x Polly matching icons under the cut !

[spinning-feeling]

(I suppose since Susie was recently mentioned in a reblog of my sister's art, it's only fair i should make a post talking about the goobers lmfao)

Monster Prom AU; Starring Trifecta and Susie

Lore under the cut!

Trifecta was once human, ages upon ages ago - he became God thanks to a ritual which ended in suicide, which one could dub a "Hatchet Incident" - Through this ritual, he was an Existential Blasphemy, something that should not be, but is, thus through that paradox, he is both as Old as reality itself, and merely a young adult. For a while, he lived in old ruined buildings before moving in with Kiah (@fishy-moirails's Sona) and becoming roommates, and in time becoming as close as Siblings - said bond also leading to a Pact made with Kiah's Partner, Oz/Calculester, as to make sure she cannot Die; her soul being under the protection from whatever outside forces seek her, be it heaven, hell, other Gods, or even Father Death himself. As time passes, his powers grow, and deeper does the paradox go; now having an entire interdimensional mansion to himself, and being able to summon Eldritch Servants; all these powers serving as proper preparation for that which he'll save all those within his favor from: The End of The World, by the Trumpeteer's clarion call.

Susie Stiles is part of a rich family of, funnily enough, Dollmaking Dolls; each member crafted with the utmost care and attention, given special abbillities and powers exclusive to them, and fit with a pristine little gemstone on their chest, one that best represents them - Susie was created from stretchy fabric and a special plastic, her abillity being to stretch her arms and legs, and her gemstone being a heart-shaped spinel; beautifully crafted by a one of the four matriarchs of the family... who turned out not to care for her at all, despite taking all this effort, time, and care into making her. And despite her pristine form, because of her maker and caretaker, and her dissappearance, she didnt see herself as too good looking - Trauma gave her self and body image issues. And yet, despite all That, she still tried to go her own way, make her own lot in life, and see where it takes her - That, and she really enjoys being a Punk, gives her a sense that she has some control over her life after so many years, not to mention the aesthetic really fit her.

Both end up meeting in Spooky Academy, becoming friends, and in time, even partners - Trifecta helping Susie out through her personal issues, offering her loving solace, and in turn Susie shows him that this "mortal" life isint all that bad, that even as God, he deserves kindness and love.

Not to mention, of course, the fact that just by being with Trifecta, and sharing affection with him, she practically elevated herself to a very high status lmfao - She'll be the very first one saved when the Trumpeteer comes calling, lovingly left in the safety of the interdimensional mansion, while her beloved takes care of the Threat of Heaven, and He-Upon-The-Golden-Throne.

Now, for some Trivia!

Susie and Kiah are very close friends, thanks to Trifecta; so close in fact that they've become an iconic duo in of themselves, "The Godslayer Girls" - they even have matching shirts! As for how they got that name, Kiah once had a playfight with her brother in a parking lot and won, and Susie? Well, let's say she has a certain effect on ol' 'fecta, which causes him to almost literally melt thanks to Susie's flusters lmao

Nenaavi, Trifecta's eldritch "pet" cat, aided as a kind of emotional support when the Eldritch Nerd helped the Punk Doll through her issues - The kitty fed on her emotions, and acted silly as to boost her mood - Funnily enough, Nenaavi's doing the same for Kiah as well

Kiah claims that Trifecta cheekily helping out her relationship with oz/cal is him watching a Soap Opera - Funny then, that kiah as well has a Soap Opera to watch, with Trifecta and Susie, only diffirence is that their's is a hell of a lot more wholesome, and filled with a lot of lovingly teasing flusters lmfao

[iheartfinalgirls]

Uhhh future headcanons?

Mostly VampirePromQueen focused

(TW: mild mentions of homophobia)

-Okay okay okay so as of now in the current timeline (where they’re both 13) they just share a mutual crush. They actually start dating when they’re 16.

-Their first date movie was But I’m a Cheerleader. They had matching Megan and Graham pfps at some point.

-Their dynamic is basically those I’m Not Like Other Girls memes that get turned into sapphic ships.

-They would FIGHT anyone who asks “Who’s the man in the relationship?”

-Jennifer is Tammy’s younger sister and Tammy thinks Victoriya is satanic…and Jennifer is like “B-But I can fix her! 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭” (Does she plan on fixing her? No. Does she want to fix her? No. Does she like her the way she is? Yes.)

-Victoriya, at some point at 15, grew her hair out and dyed it black with red bangs.

-Jennifer gets acrylic nails.

-Jennifer and Victoriya are very PDA and they don’t give a shit (But St. Cassian’s is homophobic despite it having a gay population.)

-Prom date?

-Prom date.

-Their prom date was…interesting!

-(The elections were rigged so that they would be voted as Prom Queens. Did I mention that St. Cassian’s is homophobic? They had buckets of fake blood dumped on them.)

-Victoriya thought that prom had just gotten 5x more exciting. Jennifer was CRYING (her gf comforted her dw dw).

-They watched movies afterwards (Victoriya chose Twilight because…iconic prom scene. Jennifer chose Mean Girls because…iconic prom scene)

-Bonus: Mischa was the DJ at that prom 🥶💪 (This only applies to the everyone lives au)

-Do they get married?!

-Do they get married?!?!

-Do they get married?!?!?!

-Yes.

-Beautiful marriage btw.

-Children?!

-Children?!?!

-Children?!?!?!

-Yes.

Well, one child. Her names is Daryna :) (It’s Slavic for “God’s Gift” and Jennifer thought that her parents would be slightly happier about the marriage if she gives her child a religious name.)

-Jennifer gave birth to her. Victoriya can’t biologically have children (I’m leaving that open to headcanons).

-Victoriya is 100% the parent that puts the baby in band shirts 😭.

-Jennifer has abs. Visible abs. She can pick Victoriya up. I ❤️ hyperfeminine muscular women.

-Jennifer is a fashion designer + she has a small business where she sells her designs. Everybody thought she was gonna be a model because they think that her beauty compensated for her skills. But she actually makes really good clothes. (She also made Bad Egg merch for Mischa 😭😭😭)

-Victoriya is in an all-girls emo/screamo/metal band (they do NOT have a consistent genre). She’s a guitarist and vocalist. Her and Mischa had this era where they were just slandering eachother via songs and it ended in a very confusing collab.

[sofashymagazine]

Yesterday, I had the incredible opportunity to witness the mesmerizing showcase of Giuliano and Giordano Calza’s GCDS at Milan Fashion Week. The intimate setting at the brand's headquarters was absolutely enchanting, and their Spring/Summer 2024 collection left everyone speechless. 💫✨

The star-studded guest list included icons like Mia Khalifa and Alessandra Ambrosio, who were captivated by the funky '90s tunes and the models gracefully strutting their stuff on the runway.

GCDS drew inspiration from Italy's cultural heritage, transporting us to different eras in the most captivating way. The collection featured skintight cardigans with US flag-style stripes, bold shoulder padding, and GCDS-monogrammed briefs. The menswear showcased prehistoric charm with vests and matching skirts.

The graduation theme stole the show, with models donning varsity uniforms emblazoned with the GCDS logo. The transition from academia to formality was seamlessly captured through stunning white suits adorned with chocking neckties, perfect for a memorable prom night.

The show ended with a fashion-friendly sleepover on the runway. Handsome models strutted their stuff in sheer tank tops and pearled sweat shorts, bringing allure to the collection's narrative. The grand finale stole our hearts with larger-than-life garments, and a strapless dress in grandiose proportions left us all mesmerized!

It was an extraordinary showcase that pushed boundaries and celebrated creativity. I'm in awe of GCDS' innovative designs and their ability to redefine fashion! 🌈

[nycstatelimous]

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