and i may have put them in the same constellation as my star


there will be fear. a lot of it. there will be triumph. a lot of it. there will be constellations you want to reach for but can’t put your finger on. you will trace them like the scars on your body you got from trouble and the times of your life. you will take the long way to get to these Orions. the long way will become a theme in your life, but a journey you learn to love.

you will dive head first without looking into phases that you are certain of who you are.
some of these stages include:

  • the dance-is-life (aka “this leotard is my second skin”) phase.
  • the Bible-thumping-church-camp phase.
    (which coincided and contradicted with the Fiona-Apple-fan-club-president phase)
  • the Nas aficionado-brown-lip-liner-and-Vaseline phase.
  • the Rasta-vegan-thrifter-who-is-determined-to-marry-Brandon-Boyd phase.
  • the football-player’s-girlfriend-who-wears-braided-blond-highlights-and-swears-by-capri-pants phase.

at the time, you are searching. seeking in every corner and pocket of the world for who you are. take your time, baby girl. there’s no rush to get there. you will sow each of these chapters in the land that you become. you will see bits and pieces of them scattered into the skin you grow into. you don’t have to figure everything out now. time will reveal itself. i promise you.

sometimes you push these phases to the max, and when you go out into the world feeling confident in who you are and what you reflect, young folks will call you names and grown folks will call you names. It’s ok. one day you will name yourself, and that name will belong to you. it will not be the ones they ordained: “crazy, ugly, attention-seeking, weirdo.”

i really hate to tell you this, but sometimes you will still get called these things as an adult, except you will actually embrace some of them. you will learn that these are just words. words that only have power if you choose to give them power. every once in a while they will hurt, but you will choose to turn those words into a symbol of beauty.

speaking of words. they might just be your first love. sometimes you can write for hours, just you and the words on the pages. they make you feel understood, even if it’s just you that you’re talking to.

trust in these words, even when you’re feeling wildly insecure. hold on to your journals. cherish them. put them somewhere safe so that they may become a guide for you later, a revealer and a friend.

the lucky stars have been good to you, and there’s a long list of things you’d like to give gratitude to them for, but for now thank them for these three:

  • that you didn’t die when you and your friends drove up a steep mountain in a snowstorm with no experience and bad brakes. that was stupid as hell.
  • that you went to the ensemble theater every summer. i really don’t think you’d be who you are today had it not been for those experiences, teachers, and experimentation with your mind and body.
  • that the universe chose your mom to be your mother.

she is a wonder. you watch her drop off 3 kids at 3 different schools in the morning, pick them up in the afternoon, shuffle each of them to their designated activities, and bring them all back to the salon she owns until she closes up with the utmost grace, love, and kindness.

you realize watching a woman balance being a supportive mother, building a successful business from the ground up that was started in her garage, and giving back to the community will make you feel invincible and like the word “no” is just an echo in the universe that you’ll never know. you often take her for granted, but you know with every joint in your bones that she is a phenomenon and you strive to make her proud. you should thank her out loud more, too; tell her you value her. roll your eyes and your neck less. it’s not as cute as you think. tell her you appreciate all that she does, for she makes the impossible look effortless. she surrounds you with other black women who do the same. you study them, and will constantly think of all their stories, their beauty, their strife and their stride. they break down all of the archetypes and stereotypes that you see of black women on tv and in magazines, so you don’t trust those anymore. you thank them for re-writing the script before it was ever etched in your memory.

because you have your mama’s blood, you are fiercely independent and outgoing. you’ve been starting petitions, building tree houses, and starting clubs since as long as you can remember.

sometimes in the midst of juggling all this, you put a lot of pressure on yourself and often crash and burn. you shut down. you go into your room, lock the door, put on music, and you do not move for 8 hours straight. it will feel like the heaviest and bleakest darkness you can possibly feel, and when you ask everyone to leave you alone and let you be, what you really want to say is “i want you here” and “i need help.”

sometimes it is ok to say just that. it won’t make you less strong or less powerful. no one you love will criticize you or blame you; in fact, they will lift you up.

seventeen will be the hardest year of your life. it will grow you up almost immediately. you will lose your best friend whom you love so much to gun violence in a single moment, and give birth to a new one within a year.

you will be terrified, and it’s ok that you don’t know what the future holds. some people will count you out because of the decision you’ve made to bring another life into the world so young, but you made the decision out of love and will live with the decision in love.

soon enough you will learn how to love and how to exist with love in ways that you never knew. you will learn how to love yourself and how to empathize with and forgive those who may have taken a bit of that pure love away from you.

you have a long life ahead of you, and i’ll tell you it’s not gonna always be easy, but I can promise you it will be fruitful and with much purpose. all the bridges you’ve burned, you had to, so that you could rebuild them to become a stronger and more wonderful you.

there will be pain, there will be doubt there will be beauty, there will be the unknown. there will be so many moments of joy and delight that the whole universe will feel painted in hues of amber and wonder. there will be times you are so sad you can’t lift your head. and there will be times you are so happy that the sensation of life knocks you down. but most importantly, there will be you. a whole, whole lot of it. and you will feel good about who she is and who she is still becoming.


i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions !!

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“Troop Leader” Part 4

Summary: How will your father react when James Buchanan Barnes is the one to mend your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: papa tony, fluff

Word Count: 1175

A/N: cliffhangers baby! taglists are open!

Troop Leader Masterlist

Originally posted by archieaddict

You didn’t sleep at all. The bed might have felt like clouds, but your thoughts are what kept you awake.

Would she be there? Would he be there? What if he moved her in right after you left. What if he threw away your things? You couldn’t stop thinking about the possible ‘what ifs’ that were going to come with tomorrow. It weighed on your conscious like a brick.

You were beginning to feel the heartbreak again, so you got out of bed. It was 4:30 in the morning and you knew exactly where you were going to go. The roof had been your solace ever since you were a little girl. You did your best thinking under the stars and moon. It calmed you. You felt all your worries wash away with the sounds of the city. It was safe.

You pulled on your comfy boots and brought a blanket with you. Your first stop was the kitchen. Of course, you were going to get a tub of ice cream. It was ritualistic after a break-up. You dragged your cocooned self into the elevator and clicked the button to the roof. It was cold when you arrived, and you were glad you brought the fluffiest blanket you owned (or Tony owned).

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anonymous asked:

In light of Valentines day; could you do scenarios of the Chocobros, Nyx Ulric (if you can) and Cor proposing to their s/o? PS love the stuff you've been writing. :D Tis amazing and brilliant just like you!

I changed up one of them (heheh) just a little bit. Also, I got writer’s block for Cor, I’m so sorry! I’ll do a one-shot for him sometime soon based on this prompt to make up for it. And I still have yet to see Kingsglaive, so for now it’s just our four favourite boys.

This one is pretty long, since it’s a bunch of scenarios, so it’s under the cut. Enjoy! And Happy Valentine’s Day <3

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to the dress that never fit.

AUTHOR: @wydobrien

PAIRING/S: stiles stilinski x reader.


AUTHORS NOTE: this is pure angst and something that took a lot of will power to write. i really connected to this fic, since i dealt with most of the things the reader-insert did. i want you all to know that in your lowest times, when you look at yourself in the mirror and just want to change everything that you see, that it’s through self-strength and realization (through others or yourself) that will pull you through. find strength in your weakness and you will prevail. thank you for taking the time to read this fic, i worked really hard on it. and a huge thanks to @writing-obrien for being an absolute angel and giving me courage to post this instead of deleting it all ahaha.

WARNING/S: body image issues and some depressing/self-hate themes.

listen to me.

To the dress that never fit,

              Why did you hug everyone else so welcomingly except for me? I don’t know what I did, or what I could’ve said to you to make you feel so cold-shouldered to me. You laughed mockingly at my reflection in the mirror, and you agreed with the voice at the back of my head instead of fighting back against it. You pointed fingers, just like the other kids used to back when pigtails still happily bounced behind my ears, and you prodded the parts of me I didn’t even know looked bad on me till you did.

“So, did you try that exercise I recommended to you, miss (y/l/n)?” My lips cease their distracted movement, eyes making eye-contact with the patient ones staring back at me. A red hue falling over my cheeks, I instinctively tuck some stray-fallen hair behind my right ear, tongue swollen and throat suddenly dry. A weight presses into my chest as I force a small nod out of myself, earning a hum in response. I shrink further into the padded-chair beneath me. “That’s good. I’m proud to see how more open you’ve been lately.”

A humorless, breathy chuckle puffs out my mouth. “I’ve been feeling better. Lately. I guess.” The woman, sitting casually in front me, nods, eyes flickering to the vanilla envelope resting rigidly in my right hand. “I—I uh… I went out last night too.” She smiles, and I look down onto my lap, feeling unsure if I should’ve told her that. If she found it to be relevant, even. I press my ankles together a little harder as I try not to let my blush darken at the small sound of a pen scribbling away.

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    She produced million-dollar blockbusters with Spielberg; now she’s pulling in billions for Star Wars as president of Lucasfilm. But don’t let the dollar signs fool you: This powerhouse is one of the greatest storytellers in Hollywood

    —Seth Plattner (Elle US, Nov 2017)

    As with every Jedi in the Star Wars universe, the ascension to Master doesn’t come without some prequel. For Lucasfilm President Kathleen Kennedy—who, in 2012, became one of the most powerful executives in Hollywood when George Lucas handpicked her to succeed him as head of the biggest, most profitable, most rabidly fan-consumed movie franchise ever—the same holds true.

    The daughter of a theater actress and a judge, Kennedy grew up in Redding, California, a small town “where I didn’t actually see a lot of movies.” Nevertheless, she began honing her producing skills by managing her high school’s talent shows. As a telecommunications and film major at San Diego State University, she immersed herself in various media jobs: camera operator at a local station; news desk assistant; morning talk show producer. “At the time, they simply interested me,” she says. “They were the jobs you do when you’re just starting out. And they all kind of coalesced into what I wanted to do with my life once I met Steven.”

    Spielberg, that is. Inspired after seeing Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Kennedy moved to L.A. in 1978 and began working as the secretary to Spielberg’s friend, screenwriter John Milius. In short order, Spielberg poached her to be his own assistant, and a few years later, he was so impressed by her ideas and willingness to voice them that he gave Kennedy, then 29, her first producer credit—on E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. “I spent a lot of that time blinded by terror,” she says with a laugh. “But fear isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It’s always a good place to start.”

    From there, Spielberg, Kennedy, and her future husband, Frank Marshall, formed Amblin Entertainment in 1982; a decade later, Kennedy and Marshall—who now have two daughters—started their own company, The Kennedy/Marshall Company, which continued to work closely with Spielberg and which Marshall runs solo today.

    Through those years, Kennedy oversaw one record-breaking blockbuster after another— Jurassic Park, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull—as well as Oscar-crushing dramas—The Color Purple, Schindler’s List, Lincoln. In total, she’s produced 70 films, which have racked up 125 Academy Award nominations (eight of which have her name on them) and grossed more than $11 billion worldwide.

    Since taking over as president at Lucasfilm, Kennedy has shepherded 2015’s The Force Awakens to a more than $2 billion global box-office gross and made stars of the film’s newcomers, Daisy Ridley and John Boyega. Rogue One, the first stand-alone spin-off in the franchise, hauled in $1.1 billion the following year, and industry insiders speculate that next month’s The Last Jedi, the eighth “episode” in the now 40-year-old saga, could pull in even bigger numbers. But it’s not all about money: “Kathy told me, ‘Rian, it’s just more zeros,’ ” says Rian Johnson, whom Kennedy boldly hired to direct The Last Jedi (despite rumblings that he was too green to take on a project of Star Wars proportions). “ ‘It’s making a movie, telling a story, just with more people and sets.’ There’s an easygoing confidence with Kathy. Her whole thing is having close relationships with and supporting filmmakers. She gives you a safe space to work and play in.”

    In line with her commitment to spot and foster fresh onscreen talent with diverse perspectives, Kennedy cast Ridley, a virtual unknown, as The Force Awakens’ Rey, the first female lead in Star Wars history. “I have and still do feel supported through all parts of my life,” Ridley says. “I was recently struggling in a job, and she sent some wonderful emails reassuring me it would turn out well. That’s what makes her so special.”

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    The Reason For Rapunzel

    Originally posted by disneylandwheredreamscometrue

    Request:  I hope I’m not bugging you with this request, but can you possibly write a oneshot where the reader is from a fairytale and ends up in Gotham and meets the batfam? I was watching Enchanted the other day and thought that it would make a cute (and hilarious) interaction, you know? lol! Anyways, if you can do this then thank you so much!!💕

    Pairing: batboys x Rapunzel!Reader

    Summary: you finally sneak out of your tower, prepared for the adventure of a lifetime but what you do’t expect is to literally switch dimensions . The bat boys all gather home for the upcoming holidays but an unexpected visitor may extend their stays.

    Word Count: 1,586

    Genre: fluff, Fairytale AU

    Notes: I really hope you like this, this is different than any other thing I’ve written! I am also thinking I may turn this into a series depending on how well it goes, if you enjoy it leave a like or a comment and maybe I’ll extend this:)

    “Mother, I mean no ill will, but may I please join you in town today?” you ask hopefully.

    “I’m sorry my dove but you must stay in the tower, it’s much too dangerous for such a beautiful girl such as you.” She said, patting your long hair.

    “But mother I would be with you!” you whine.

    “No arguments dove.” She says with finality, “I will be in town all day today, is there something you need?”

    “No mother.” you huff.

    Your mother gestures to your hair and smiles, “Come now, let down your hair so i may go free.” She says gently.

    You do as she asks and you sling your hair over the ledge of the singular window in your tall tower. Your mother takes a hold of your silken hair and slides out of the widow, gliding down the sides of your tower with ease. She reaches the bottom and tugs your hair twice, a signal to pull your hair up. It takes you awhile but you finally pile all of your hair back into your small room and you heave a sigh.

    When you were a child, this tower made you feel like a princess, the warm inviting cream walls and the view of the never ending forest made it seem like a living fairy tale. Now you were old enough to see this tower for what it really was, a prison designed by the one force you could not run from.  Your mother had crafted these walls to keep you in, the dull brick walls supposedly to keep you safe from ne'er-do-well’s and forest bandits but you had yet to see a single form of life from your window, evil or not. No person dared travel so deep into these woods, there was nothing to protect you from other than yourself. You caught on to your mother’s dirty little trick one night after a bit too much wine. There was no evil, I just needed to be kept all to herself, your mother admitted it clear as day.

    You shook those nasty thoughts from your head, today was the day after all! You had been carefully planning today for almost a year now. You were going to escape from this doorless prison and break free from your mother’s hold. You grabbed your knapsack from under your bed and slung it over your back before grabbing the makeshift hook you had created with various supplies your mother had brought back and attached it to the window. You would wait a little while longer so mother would be further in the forest before dashing away into the unbridled  wilderness.

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    anonymous asked:

    Eeeem may i request headcanon RFA where MC feel insecure about her tummy and freckles please?

    A/N: wow I didn’t know the anons could describe me (ʘᗩʘ’) BUT NO, FOR REAL, ANON, OR ANYONE READING THIS, as an insecure girl with a tummy and freckles, lemme tell you, you AREN’T ALONE, AND I LOVE YOU. If you aren’t feeling well about yourself you can always feel free to message the page and talk to me (or mod 626), we’ll always listen and try to help you!! You’re all so beautiful and deserve all of the love in the world ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ~Mod 404

    Also, wow this was hard because the bottom line is???? They’ll all love you for who you are??? I really don’t think any of them care about looks my dudes <3


               -He doesn’t understand why you’re upset?

               -He doesn’t care about your looks, you’re still the cutest human being in the universe to him, inside and out

               -He may not understand why you think badly about your tummy, but you can bet he’ll always cuddle you close when he notices you’re insecure

               -He’ll always kiss it in hopes that you’ll love it just as much as he does!

               -He can spend hours counting the freckles strung across your nose

               -Every time you make him lose count, he’ll kiss your nose and pout

               -Literally hides all the mirrors in the house if he sees you cry even once

               -Cried solely because you did

               -Likes to put little star stickers on your freckles

               -“MC! MC! Your freckles have me star-struck!!”

               -Stop hanging out with Saeyoung

               -Looks so proud of his pick-up line that you can’t help but smile and giggle

               -S U C C E S S



               -I think everyone in the fandom has just accepted that he’s into body worship

                   -The moment you even seem slightly insecure of your tummy


                   -MC, can I punch insecurities in the face?

                   -No, Zenny, you cannot

                   -He’s seen all different types of people with all different body types, and all different (cute) quirks about them

                   -He has no preference, he loves everyone for what’s on the inside!


                   -If he catches you judging yourself in the mirror, he’ll hug you from behind and kiss the side of your head while slowly walking you away from it

                   -Reminds you constantly how much he loves your body when you two are intimate y'all know what I mean, wink wonk, lenny face

                   -Always gripping your sides, and tries to kiss each and every freckle he can find on your body

                   -You can interpret if that’s sexual or not, have fun my dudes


                   -She can’t get any work done because she’s always zoning out on your freckles

                   -She’s just fascinated, don’t take it the wrong way!!

                   -She really likes them

                   -It makes you completely unique!!!

                   -No one in the world can have the same exact set of freckles as you, and she thinks that makes you 1000x more beautiful

                   -Though she already thought you were the most beautiful thing in the universe


                   -She realizes that you’re a thicker woman, but doesn’t care??

                   -You’re sweet, caring, and patient, she doesn’t care if you’ve got a tummy

                   -Besides, when you two are laying on the couch, your tummy makes a great pillow!

                   -Snuggles against your tummy and immediately gets a warm, homey feeling

                   -If she catches you when you’re upset, she’ll make you some coffee, hold you close and listen to you rant about it

                   -Afterwards she’ll tell everything she loves about you

                   -Which is all the things you said you disliked but hearing her say it back to you is just so sweet


                   -Just like everyone else, he doesn’t get why you’re insecure about it

                   -You helped him come out of his shell and manage his emotions, he loves you for your personality

                   -Why do you care what you look like??? He doesn’t

                   -He always has all of your clothes tailored to flatter your body in hopes that you’ll feel more confident about yourself

                   -Though you two are still trying to work on his empathy skills, he’s still very sensitive to your emotions

                   -He can just tell when you’re upset! So he’ll drop whatever he’s working on just to listen to you!

                   -Once you’re done talking about what makes you feel bad about yourself, he takes you to the bedroom to show you just how much he loves your body oh shit waddup

                   -If you aren’t up for being intimate, he’ll just sit across from you and softly poke every freckle he sees until you can’t take the tickling sensation any more

                   -Always brings Elizabeth the Third to you when you’re upset

                   -She cuddles into you, and loves the warmth you radiate!! She loves you no matter what!!!

                   -Elly loves you no matter what? THAT MEANS JUMIN LOVES YOU NO MATTER WHAT!!


                   -He’s insecure too, but no, yoU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO BE!


                   -Listen,,,, bitch,,,,, don’t be hypocritical

                   -He gets SO sad when you’re upset!

                   -Wraps the two of you up in ridiculously huge blankets like a burrito so you can’t escape the cuddles

                   -You listen and help him through his insecurities, so of course he’ll do the same for you!

                   -Constant forehead kisses while you rant about your body to him

                   -Like, literally, it’s almost as if his lips are glued to your forehead

                   -Constant tummy tickles because he just can’t keep his hands off

                   -So what if you’ve got a tummy, that’s just more of you to cudDLE!!

                   -FURIOUS CUDDLING

                   -Likes to look for constellations in your freckles just like he does with the stars

                   -Slowly leans closer and closer to your face when looking at your freckles just to watch you blush

                   -Always goes in for a soft, loving kiss

                   -He’ll tell you just how thankful he is that you’re in his life, and just how much he loves you for who you are, inside and out

    V and Saeran weren’t asked for but…I just…can’t…. bring myself to leave them out thESE ARE MY SUNSHINES MY ONLY SUNSHINES


                   -Beautiful ray of sunshine literally pouts when you’re insecure

                   -Always taking pictures of you because he thinks you’re so beautiful!

                   -The camera can’t catch all of your beauty and it upsets him!!!!!!

                   -Holds your face and brushes his thumb over your freckles a lot right before he kisses you

                   -He literally made a scrapbook of all his favourite pictures of you

                   -It’s every picture of you he’s ever seen/taken, this book is huge, how does he hide it wtf

                   -When you’re upset, he pulls out the book!

                   -Spends hours with you looking at the pictures, pointing out every little detail of each one

                   -Because he loves them all!!!!

                   -Seeing pictures of your body would usually make you feel more insecure, but when you see how well these were taken, and hear how much love is laced in his voice when he describes them

                   -How could you feel bad??

                   -So many close up pictures as well as full body ones

                   -Seeing how the lighting in different pictures illuminates your freckles

                   -Well damn, these are fan-fucking-tastic

                   -He’ll sit you on his lap, looking at the book until you’re no longer upset, or until you fall asleep, whichever comes first


                   -Like Jumin, you’ve helped him through so much, he loves you for your personality not what you look like

                   -Even though he loves you for your personality, he still thinks you’re very attractive

                   -There more of you to cuddle!!!

                   -He doesn’t admit it, but he love love loves holding you close, because you’re so warm and soft

                   -And let’s be honest here, he’s not used to that in his life i’m sorRY

                   -When he see’s you upset over your tummy, he pouts and picks you up, carrying you to the bed

                   -Will cuddle and keep you in bed for D A Y S if you’re still upset

                   -Holds you completely against him, tightly so you can’t get away

                   -“We’re gonna stay here until you stop thinking badly about yourself. That’s it.”

                   -Loves staring at your freckles!

                   -Always trying to memorize each one, so he spends hours staring

                   -Also will very blatantly check you out constantly

                   -If you catch him, he doesn’t look away, if anything he does it more

                   -AND SMIRKS, WHAT A FUCKING SNEAK

                   -Especially enjoys watching how flustered you get when he’s staring at you

    Jar Of Hearts

    Summary: Jensen and Y/N had a love that happens once in a lifetime, until it slipped through their fingers. Years later, he has moved on, but deep in his heart she will always be the one he dreams of. Y/N returns with a secret he’ll never know.

    Characters: Jensen, Reader (Y/N)

    Word Count: 2935

    Warnings: ANGST, fluff, romance, sadness, guilt, pain, regret, tears…. I could go on.

    A/N: originally written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Anti-Valentine’s challenge, but got hopelessly delayed. Based on Christina Perri song by the same title. Lyrics are bolded, flashbacks/back story are italicized. Beta’d by the lovely @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid


    Originally posted by spn-spam


    You sit at the small coffee bar table all alone, fingers worrying at the cup of forgotten coffee going colder every moment, your knees are pressed tightly together below the tabletop, ankles crossed and one foot bouncing in double-time to the heartbeat you can feel at the back of your tongue. A shadow passes across your hands and you glance up to the glass door and expansive floor-to-ceiling windows. Hipsters in their chill wide cropped pants scoff at the new professionals in knockoff Stella McCartney. Still, every one of them has a phone pasted to their cheeks. Sun spots like camera flares from adjoining windows draw the straggling hopefuls in to see and be seen. Everyone chooses their part to perform. Great. This makes it easy to get lost in the slew of fake laughter and too-wide eyes.

    ‘This is pointless. Why did I even bother? What do I hope to accomplish?’ you whisper to yourself as your eyes range over the table top and the usual spotty utensils strangled in a paper napkin next to your elbow. A presence stops next to the chair opposite you. Without raising your head, you take your  hands from the cup and curl your fingers into fragile fists, eyes clenched shut in a silent prayer for mercy. With the contained effort of purpose, you lay your trembling palms flat on the surface in front of your cup. Only then do you open your eyes and turn your face up. To him. That one special “him”.

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    anonymous asked:

    “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.” for the prompts. trimberly

    This was intended to be a short, <1500 words one shot but then it got out of control so i’m splitting it into 2 chapters!

    Read it on Ao3

    “Rise and shine everyone; rise and shine!”

    Zack’s surprisingly chipper voice rings through the crisp morning air and Kimberly wonders why she even agreed to this trip in the first place. A low grumble resembling a feral growl more than anything, emits beside her.

    “I’ll rise, but I refuse to shine,” Trini grunts as she turns over and pulls her cushiony sleeping bag tighter over her head. Tufts of disheveled hair poke out from haphazard directions and it’s quite possibly one of the cutest things Kimberly’s seen, but that’s probably the drowsiness talking.

    Jason had called for a group camping trip out on the mountain for the weekend, aiming to strengthen their team bond and take a break from their grueling training regimen. It seemed like a fantastic idea at the time, but with the bright sunlight flooding through the thin material of the cheap, flamingo pink tent and her stomach growling louder than a starving tiger, Kimberly’s starting to think that Trini has the right idea.

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    Remembrance {Part X}

    Author: Zoe

    (A/N: Thank you all for joining me on this wonderful adventure! Now let’s finish this off with a bang!)

    Plot Summary: Cassian Andor is a salesman for Valley Tech, a company specializing in selling various computer parts to other companies. You’re the receptionist for Valley Tech, with a little crush on your coworker. Little do you know, Cassian has known you longer than you can even remember. And he’s going to help you get those memories back.

    Originally posted by hermiunes

    (To help with the mood of this chapter, listen to ‘Unbroken Promise’ by Erick Baker.)

    It was the last night at the retreat. You were isolating yourself, you and Cassian only exchanging longing gazes but too afraid to talk to each other about what had happened.

    You were working out your memories, still trying to make sense of it.

    You didn’t know exactly how to feel or react, but you were trying your best.

    You closed your eyes, waiting for another memory to come to you.

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    Jon & Dany, wedding under the stars

    Dany’s first formal wedding and Jon’s informal wedding took place under the stars. When Dany is riding with Drogo to her bedding ceremony.

    They rode out together as the stars came out, leaving the khalasar and the grass palaces behind.( A Game of Thrones - Daenerys II)
    She remembered the night of her first wedding, when Khal Drogo had claimed her maidenhead beneath the stranger stars.( A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VII)

    When Ygritte claims Jon stole her according to wildling wedding custom. 

    We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.The King’s Crown was the Cradle, to hear her tell it; the Stallion was the Horned Lord; the red wanderer that septons preached was sacred to their Smith up here was called the Thief. And when the Thief was in the Moonmaid, that was a propitious time for a man to steal a woman, Ygritte insisted. “Like the night you stole me. The Thief was bright that night.”…. “I never meant to steal you,” he said .( A Storm of Swords - Jon III)
    They had no moon to guide them home, and only now and then a patch of stars. . Jon glimpsed the red wanderer above, watching them through the leafless branches of great trees as they made their way beneath. The Thief, the free folk called it. The best time to steal a woman was when the Thief was in the Moonmaid, Ygritte had always claimed.( A Dance with Dragons - Jon VII)

    Dany thinks of Rhaegar and Lyanna’s elopement in a similar way to a wildling wedding custom

    …. my brother gave the crown to the Stark girl, and later stole her away.( A Storm of Swords - Daenerys IV)

    When Ygritte tells Jon the story of Bael the Bard, which is a metaphor for  Rhaegar and Lyanna’s elopement.

    Bael left the child in payment for the rose he’d plucked unasked, and that the boy grew to be the next Lord Stark. ( A Clash of Kings - Jon VI)

    And when I told you the tale o’ Bael the Bard and how he plucked the rose o’ Winterfell, I thought you’d know to pluckme then for certain, but you didn’t. You know nothing, Jon Snow.“ She gave him a shy smile. "You might be learning some, though." ( A Storm of Swords - Jon III)

    When Drogo gifts Dany with white lion pelt. He uses the term cloaking the bride which is similar to Westerosi wedding custom.

    Cohollo was leading a packhorse behind him, with the carcass of a great white lion slung across its back. Above, the stars were coming out. The khal laughed as he swung down off his stallion and showed her the scars on his leg where the hrakkar had raked him through his leggings. "I shall make you a cloak of its skin, moon of my life,” he swore.( A Game of Thrones - Daenerys VI)

    When Drogo promise to win back seven kingdoms for Dany.

    This I vow, I, Drogo son of Bharbo. This I swear before the Mother of Mountains, as the stars look down in witness.“( A Game of Thrones - Daenerys VI)

    Both Jon and Dany have star imagery when themes of going home are present. Jon sees the ice dragon constellation and Dany sees wings of dragon to guide them home.

    She dreamed. All her cares fell away from her, and all her pains as well, and she seemed to float upward into the sky. She was flying once again, spinning, laughing, dancing, as the stars wheeled around her and whispered secrets in her ear. "To go north, you must journey south. To reach the west, you must go east. To go forward, you must go back. To touch the light you must pass beneath the shadow.”( A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X)

    Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, but above him the clouds were breaking up. Jon searched the sky until he found the Ice Dragon, then turned the mare north for the Wall and Castle Black. The throb of pain in his thigh muscle made him wince as he put his heels into the old man’s horse. I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow? He rode till dawn, while the stars stared down like eyes.( A Storm of Swords - Jon V)

    When Dany dreams about making love to Drogo and her dream is turned to a dragon dream

    stars smiled down on them, stars in a daylight sky. “Home,” she whispered as he entered her and filled her with his seed, but suddenly the stars were gone, and across the blue sky swept the great wings, and the world took flame.( A Game of Thrones - Daenerys IX)

    Remembering their loved ones when seeing stars. When Dany sees the stars she fondly remembers Drogo and hopes that he will be watching over her.

    A few bright stars lingered in the cobalt sky. Perhaps one of them is Khal Drogo, sitting on his fiery stallion in the night lands and smiling down on me. ( A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X)

    Jon worrying about (fake) Arya’s wedding to Ramsay.

    The western sky was a blaze of red, but to the east the first stars were peeking out. Jon Snow flexed the fingers of his sword hand, remembering all he’d lost. ( A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI)

    Season 8 may give us a Winterfell wedding under the weirwood tree with stars as witness. Maybe Dany will wear a white lion cloak and blue winter rose crown…. looking both powerful and sensual. 

    Throughout Time

    Summary: Gabriel finds himself drawn to the same soul as it is reborn across the world and throughout history.  After falling in love with the woman housing the soul and losing her, Gabriel can’t allow himself to go down that road again.  But when the soul belongs to the reader, a hunter working with the Winchesters, she pushes him to drop his guard and let her in.

    Pairing: Gabriel x Reader, Gabriel x Kali

    Word Count: 3385

    Warnings: Implied smut (nothing explicit happens in the body of the story but it’s definitely implied heavily at times), reader character death/reincarnation, light language, some angst (ok, a good deal of angst), but it’s got a happy, fluffy ending!

    A/N: This is for the @gabriel-monthly-challenge February Prompts.  There was an art prompt that I used, as well as the statement/word prompt, Aliferous (meaning: having wings), and the dialogue prompt: “When I said I’d never fall in love, I think Aphrodite took it as a challenge.”  This was a beast of a fic to write for some reason and I hope y’all enjoy what I came up with this month.

    The art (which I’m pretty sure was made by @lacqueluster) and the fic are below the cut!

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    extra dose of caffeine with espresso tea time! that sounds like a gross drink, tbh.

    prompt: first kiss under the stars

    erwin falls off his horse and tumbles a few yards before his mind catches up. his right scabbard is decimated from where he landed on it, and he feels the bruise already forming up the muscles of his thigh. he gets on his knees, holds his body up with his arms, breathes out a breath that tastes like copper and drips red onto the grass. he looks up, shudders and withers at the sounds of the rear squads rushing past him.

    his body is light, and he’s roughly piled onto the back of a dark horse. his head is swimming, but he’s trying to regain it. he’s commander, he needs to lead his men. he coughs as he takes the reign from the small but calloused hands behind him. he feels those hands secure on his hips, the body attached to them pushing closer to his back.

    “i’ll fire a flare.”

    erwin nods, kicks the horse’s ribs and they’re racing off. the black flare rockets into the sky above them.

    “we’ll head toward the forest to regroup.” erwin says. it’s weak, and he doesn’t know if he said it loud enough over the sound of hooves on the ground, but the man responds a confirmation and fires another flare.

    by the time they are safely in the trees, erwin has his mind back. him and levi are standing on a thick branch, watching as the last couple of squads make their way to the forest edge. erwin doesn’t look at levi when he says it, doesn’t even want to acknowledge that he has said it, but he could have died. so many times he could have died, and levi was always there to save him. “may i kiss you?”

    levi looks up at him, eyes wide and disbelieving. they’re quiet as levi turns his attention back to the horizon, his arms folding over his chest as he says, “that’s inappropriate, commander.”

    levi never calls erwin ‘commander’.

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    Winter’s Children

    FATHER’S DAY Prompt: or could you also do a dad!seb and reader bc someone needs to give this man a kid, and like it can be where he experiences his first Father’s Day, as the father and his little 1 month old baby and wife help him celebrate it! Thank you sm!! [again any gender baby I don’t mind] (@xkaciesearlex)

    Warnings: F L U F F, a little language

    Since he turned thirty, the idea of settling down and having children was something that Sebastian decided was one of the most important things to him, so when he met the perfect girl, he made that happen. (Y/N) and Sebastian had been casual friends for quite sometime before they started dating and everyone who knew them were expecting them to get together at some point. The couple were married for a year before they became pregnant and then, nearly ten months later, Sebastian became a father to the most handsome twin boys he’d ever laid eyes on.

    (Y/N) knew how much Sebastian valued her and the family they would have together, so when June rolled around and Father’s Day was approaching, she couldn’t help but get overly excited for Sebastian. Sure their sons were born around Mother’s Day, but their children’s first real holiday would be honoring Sebastian.

    Normally, parents look forward to Mother’s or Father’s Day in order to get a break from the stress caused from being a parent, but Sebastian was much different than the collective norm. (Y/N) knew just how much Sebastian would want to do today and she began planning this day for him just after the twins was born. She was exhausted from breast feeding at all hours of the night, changing diapers, and hardly had any clothes left that hadn’t been vomited on at one point or another, but Sebastian secretly loved all of those things about his wife because it showed just how much she loved him. She carried and birthed their children and still makes daily physical sacrifices for the life he put in her.

    (Y/N) got up at five forty-five in the morning. grabbed the son that was crying for food, and carried him into the nursery to feed him. It took a few minutes for the date to register in her head, but as son as it did, her eyes lit up. Slowly, Sebastian crept into the nursery just holding their other baby just as (Y/N) had finished feeding the son she was holding.

    “Do you mind burping him?” she asked while quickly placing a peck on his lips and gently switching sons.

    “Of course not,” he smiled, turned the baby in his arms, and draped a burp rag on his shoulder. Immediately, she rushed into their bedroom and grabbed the Father’s Day present she had made for Sebastian and ran back into the nursery, gift bag in hand. “What’s this? he cooed. “What did Mommy bring us?”

    “Open it, you dork,” she smiled as she took their son from him. Sebastian hesitantly pulled the tissue paper from the bag but (Y/N) could see him restraining his urge to rip through the bag completely. His face flushed a light shade of pink as he pulled the t-shirt from the bag and examined it. The shirt was black with the exception of the light grey left sleeve and red star on the sleeve. On the back, across the shoulder blades, the shirt read ‘Winter Soldier.’ Slowly Sebastian began to chuckle and (Y/N) insisted he hand over their other son and continue unwrapping the gift.

    With both hands free, he dove into the bag to find three other items of clothing: a woman’s shirt matching his that read ‘Winter’s Wife,’ and then two infant onesies matching their parent’s shirts with ‘Winter’s Children’ written across the front of each. Upon reading his son’s new onesies, Sebastian bellowed a loud laugh which sent the two boys in (Y/N)’s arms giggling.

    “I fucking love you,” he sighed as he wrapped his arms around his wife as she held their twins, completely overwhelmed by joy.

    “Help me get them into their new clothes,” (Y/N) smiled. Sebastian took one of the twins and, once each of the babies were changed, he held them and watched as his wife slid her ‘Winter’s Wife’ shirt over her head, only to hand them off to her and do the same. As soon as Sebastian had finished changing, (Y/N) packed the baby bag and ushered him to their car.

    “Where are we going?” he asked as he pulled himself into the passenger seat.

    “We’re going to introduce the boys to all of the things that makes their dad the best dad in the whole world,” she announced, “as well as the dorkiest.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at his wife and allowed her to continue on their way. She was excited for Sebastian to show his children the things he loved and had planned the day out for him to do this.

    Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed as soon as the car was put into park and they unbuckled their kids from their carseats. “Why are we at the planetarium?” 

    “This is where Daddy decided to take Mommy on their first date,” she cooed to their babies. Sebastian again rolled his eyes and slipped a kiss onto his wife’s forehead. “Mommy is also sure that this nerdy part of your dad is the reason why he chose your names,” glared at Sebastian as he huffed, a fake shocked expression on his face.

    “How could I have gotten Cory and Percy from going to the planetarium?” Sebastian questioned her while narrowing his eyes toward her.

    “We only call them Cory and Percy,” she huffed. “You named them each after a constellation–one of them after a constellation during the month they were conceived and the other the month they were born,” she said. Since Sebastian proposed their children’s names, (Y/N) didn’t let him know she knew exactly why he named their sons Corvus and Perseus.

    “How long have you known?” he asked, a small embarrassed smirk rising to his lips.

    “Since the day you asked if we could name the twins that,” she laughed.

    “And you still agreed?” he asked in an excited voice. “Who knew my wife was such a space nerd?” he teased.

    “And by default out children,” she added.

    “Maybe,” he sighed, “Perseus Stan and Corvus Stan are pretty badass names. They may be way cooler than either of us were.”

    “Well their father is best friends with Captain America, so they have a lot to live up to,” she teased. Sebastian stared lovingly into (Y/N)’s eyes as she smiled up at him.

    After their trip to the planetarium and then ate a long lunch at one of Sebastian’s favorite places to eat, he snatched the keys from his wife after they strapped their kids into their carseats and jumped into the vehicle.

    “Where to next, love?” he asked.

    “Home,” she said with a smile.

    “Okay, home it is,” he smiled back and turned toward their kids. “Mommy’s pretty tired, huh?” Thankfully, when they arrived at the house, there weren’t any cars parked in their driveway. (Y/N) smiled and grabbed Cory from the carseat as Sebastian plucked Percy from his. (Y/N) hurried to the front door, turned the key, and waited until Sebastian caught up before entering their home.

    “SURPRISE!” Anthony Mackie and his son, Don Saladino and wife and kids, Sebastian’s mother, Chris Evans and Dodger, and a collective of other friends and family members had called out as Sebastian entered the home.

    “What is this?” he asked with a confused and ecstatic grim on his face. “Did you do this?” he asked turning toward (Y/N).

    “Well, me and your mom,” she admitted as her husband’s lips gently grazed hers. “And there’s one more surprise,” she admitted as Sebastian’s mom and Chris took each of their kids so she could escort Sebastian toward the nursery. Once inside, she pointed to the ceiling and flicked off the light to reveal glow in the dark stars lining the ceiling above their sons’ cribs with thin lines connecting the stars to reveal the constellations each boy was named after. Sebastian threw his arms around his wife and pressed his lips against her head.

    “I love you so much,” he said, his lips rubbing against her skin. “Thank you.”

    “Seb, you don’t have to thank me; it was just some paint-”

    “Not just for that,” he said as he pulled his lips from her head and gazed down at her, the small amount of light creeping in from the windows casing a gentle hue across her face. “Thank you for making me a father,” he smiled before kissing her lips. “Thank you for the two greatest little boys I could ever ask for,” he said again as his arms tightened around her waist and she slipped hers around the back of his neck. “Thank you for being the greatest wife ever.”

    “I love you Seb,” she whispered softly before a pair of upset cries sounded from the living room. “But I think Winter’s Children are calling him.”

    anonymous asked:

    Hey hun! (I just decided to stay as inspired anon on here for the time being cx) I just wanted to ask about who your favourite fic writers are on here? I could do with some more fic to read, but I never know where to start :') - inspired anon (I don't have a slew of asks this time luckily, just this one, I feel like I agitate everyone with my ton of asks 😂)

    Yes sure, you can stay here as a lovely anon, I don’t mind :’)

    Ok so, you can see my fave writers on my rec page, the are all the most talented, sweet, funny people here!!!

    But I mean, I think I’ll refresh your memory, cos I never miss an opportunity to throw some well deserved love at these amazing girl :’)

    (even tho it’s always a bit embarrassing tagging so many people lol) 

    First of all, I have to start with my dear dear friend @inktae <3 I 99% sure you already know her actually, for her stories are legendary here :’) just go through her whole masterlist (esp since I know you are into angst these days)

    But my faves are surely Lavender hues, The swirling ways of stars, First light, Blue orchids and Below thunder showers

    She’s also an extremely sweet girl :’)

    Then, we have @pantaemonium, la mia lauretta, she wrote some amazing fics as well (even tho she always deny her talent and I just wanna smack her head every time she doesn’t let me compliment her talented ass), anyway, my faves are Fallout, First kiss and ofc Sonata for a frozen heart (I screamed until 2 am at her when she posted it ahahah), but again, love her whole mlist

    Another big queen of the fandom his @gukvory and I really feel like I don’t have enough words to express how much her style can make my heart quiver :’) she has an amazing way with words and her plot are just spectacular! I have to rec An oath for sinners, Kingdom ties and Something in the water for sure :’)

    Also, @myfeelsinink has some pretty badass stories (more on the fluffy side tho), especially Bread pudding and Luna!!

    Same goes with @thules, look this girl has one of the most refined style I ever had the pleasure to witness :’) my faves are Metempsychosis, Pas de trois, and Traced in constellations the delicacy of her words will make you super soft I promise :’)

    A similar soft style is to be found on @wonderer-ru‘s blog!! Even tho she still manage to put some angst in it. And damn man, she’ll tell you she can’t write but NO LIE COULD BE BIGGER THAT THIS. Don’t listen to her and just go read her wonderful stories :’) in particular Seven of hearts and Lightning under your skin <3

    If you are into smut, you may want to check out @bxebxee and her Impatient, Cats and dogs and Stain and the whole draft tag (some juicy things are hidden there ohohoh); also   @1honeypot who I recently discovered and man her fics are not only way above the usual smut, but her characterization is also always on point :’) for her, I have a lot of love for Jinx, badboy!Jeon and Dare <3

    And here there are some other authors that I’m really looking up to: @cyphertrip (her whole mastelist, I can’t chose only a couple of fics ok, everything is just great), @yoongihime (the most sparkling bean in my life, the cherry on my cake, the tae to my min), she has this super cool three words thing and it’s amazing how creative she can be starting only by a few words :’) she shifts between angst and fluff, but everything is equally amazing!! Again, check her whole masterlist!

    Again, all these girl are amazing writers and people, I’m sure you’ll like all their works for they are amazing :’) pliz, go send them a lot of love!! They truly deserve it <3<3

    The Worst Kind of People to Love

    Izuocha through the eyes of my favorite nurse. With a little bit of All Might. Written to WILD - All My Life (*tears up* it’s so precious) and I maaayyy use a couple of its lyrics.

    Word count: 1225

    P.S. Thank you to my followers and everyone who has supported me! Hope you enjoy this one. Cheers!

    Oh I will keep you safe for all my life

    And you will have my heart for all the time

    “It must’ve been really hard on you these past few days.”

    The elder woman caressed the young brunette’s hair with the utmost care, not wanting to wake the tired girl. The room’s light illuminated the tear tracks that split each of her round cheeks. Damp spots could still be noticed near where she laid her head on the bed. Even in sleep she couldn’t find rest–her forehead creasing with worry, her lips in constant frown. It was heartbreaking just to look at her.

    “Self-sacrificing idiots. Great as heroes, but could be lousy as friends sometimes. Especially if they somehow still found a way to love this horrible, cruel world.” Recovery Girl shook her head, somewhere between angry and disappointed and proud.

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    [Femslash February]: Stars

    sorry this is late. haven’t been feeling too hot lately

    Day 5: Stars (LadyBee)

    #ml spoilers #zag spoilers

    Words: 2127

    Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

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    Queen Bee never seemed to like going home. 

    Chat Noir was the first to casually breach the topic. Something about still seeing her meandering around on the rooftops from his window at two in the morning, long after his patrol with her was over. There was one day when Volpina and Queen Bee made a quick exit to detransform in safety, and while Volpina was walking back to school, she saw Queen Bee transformed and sitting on the Arc de Triomph, cloud gazing. 

    Perhaps Ladybug was being a tad nosy, but something in her gut told her it was strange that Queen Bee seemed to want to stay transformed for as long as possible, as if she only stayed in her civilian form if she really needed to. Ladybug started insisting on doing patrols with Queen Bee at the ends of the week, and it was more of the same: Ladybug would call it a night, and Queen Bee would insist on saying out longer. 

    It never seemed like Queen Bee was scared to head home. More like she was much happier being transformed than not, much happier being Queen Bee than transforming back into whoever she was outside that suit. Chat Noir was like that in the beginning too. He didn’t get much freedom at home, and being Chat Noir was a freedom he didn’t treat lightly. She wondered if Queen Bee was the same. 

    It was Sunday night when Ladybug finished her patrol with Queen Bee, and just as she figured, Queen Bee bid her good night and said she’d stay out just a little bit more. 

    “Want some company?” Ladybug asked. “It’s a nice night. I could stay out a little longer.”

    Queen Bee blinked at the question and turned her head to the sky. “I won’t be great company. I just wanted to star gaze for a bit before bed.”

    Ladybug shrugged and smiled. “I love star gazing! You know, so long as I won’t bother you…”

    There was a hesitation in her expression, like she was about to tell Ladybug no, like she wanted to just be left alone. But her lips quirked up just a touch at the corners as she shook her head. “Stay if you want.”

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    Luna is a mirror.

    In my more fanciful moments, I truly believe this. In Princess Celestia you see power, you see glory, you see knowledge and law. You are helpless not to be awed by it. And in Princess Luna, you see yourself. And you are just as helpless against the truth of what you see.

    “Hey, uh, Rarity? Are you in there?”

    “What? Oh, yes. What is it, Twilight?”

    “I asked how your Canterlot shop was doing lately.”

    My eyes are on Luna again, and I force myself to respond before Twilight fades out of view and I forget what she asked me once again.

    I chuckle. “I’d love to talk business, darling, but I’m afraid I’ve had a little too much wine. I don’t have much of a head for numbers right now.”

    “You’ve had two sips from that glass.”

    “Yes, well, I’m a notorious lightweight.”

    “That is the least true thing I’ve ever… and Pinkie is naked in the punch bowl. Excuse me.”

    “Of course. Please thank her for removing her dress this time.”

    In the distance, I hear Pinkie shout, “I’m the secret ingredient!” And I’m sure I hear more than a few cheers along with it. It seems we’re having our usual effect on important state events. I don’t think Twilight would have it any other way, really.

    …Goodness, where was I? Ah, yes. Luna.

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