i didn't know i used that tag before

stormears  asked:

Do you know of any resources for "what it's like to live in X environment?" I'm trying to write about a character living in a village in a desert. I've checked your "research" and "resources" tags and didn't find anything that I could use. My google research gives me things like "facts about deserts/tundras/rainforests" but these are more trivia facts instead of how a person has to adjust their life to use/deal with their environment. I want to read about the human experience of living there.

Let’s turn this into a chance to do deeper searches. I don’t know what you’ve already found, but some of the trivia might be helpful later. Don’t discount it when you need to go hunting or gathering for dinner.

Three things before we jump down the rabbit hole: 

1. There are indigenous people who’ve lived in climates we Westerners think of as inhospitable for millennia. Focus on people, not climates. (Research both, though.)

2. I’m not going to filter out any results that might send anyone to articles that are culturally insensitive/appropriative/exceedingly white. I haven’t vetted all of them all the way. That part’s up to you.

3. You might want to outline or list the building blocks of the world you want to create so you can focus on those specific topics. 

First, make sure you are asking questions in natural, or close to natural, language. Just searching “desert” or “desert life” will probably give you way too many generic articles. 

My first search was “what is it like to live in the desert” and actually, the results that looked most promising were some of the related searches all over the page. 

That gave me the idea to search for “human inhabited deserts” and that got a lot more promising. 

I saw one article, Facts About the People in the Arabian Desert, and it looked like it was meant for kids. But I checked the references at the bottom of the page and found the name of a travel journalist named Ryan Murdock. A few dead ends later, I got to his Articles page on his own website and found a few good links to articles about Jordan and Namibia.

I went back to “human inhabited deserts” just looking for areas/specific deserts/specific peoples and found places like Alice Springs, Australia, the Sonoran Desert, the Kalahari Desert/San people, and the nomadic Tuareg people. 

Don’t forget National Geographic. There are articles available online. Hot tip: You’ll need to filter the search to avoid sifting through hundreds of single photographs. Unless you want to do that for landscape ideas. 

This looks like a start: 

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2014/07/hejaz-desert/salopek-text

[Beware the paywall … you might need to use a library database. :-( ]

Then I realized I wanted to find other longform journalism articles, so I searched “where to find longform journalism online” and found several promising, free sites where you might want to search for specific articles.

References on seemingly useless articles might be of the best help. You’re going to have to search more than the first page of results a lot, too. 

See what other authors have done with the topic. Other searches I dove into: 

“books about people living in the desert”

https://timesflowstemmed.com/2013/04/28/top-10-books-about-deserts/

“books about desert cultures” might be good, too.

There’s no guarantee that this is the research path you need to follow, but maybe it will get you started and you’ll find the road you need to take. 

Bonus advice: 

If you’re looking for desert living in a fantasy/sci-fi setting, I recommend reading the classic Dune by Frank Herbert. It’s a master class in using setting to frame a story (and in fact an entire epic saga).

If spec fic isn’t your thing, then I offer up Willa Cather’s Death Comes for the Archbishop – another novel where setting (New Mexico; the book was published in 1927, so keep that in mind.) is as important as the characters. 

– mod Aliya

Mike and El love to lay on his bed listening to old music, talking about little things; constellations, school, the future, their feelings. They hold hands, and lazily laugh when the other cracks a joke. The first time Mike says “I love you”, the sun is pouring through the window and warming their skin, and El is rambling about missing a class the day before. She stops talking, grins…

And then the kool-aid man bursts through the wall. 

(for @stevemossington)

I don’t think one can really articulate their thoughts on life through writing, but I’ve been asked to try, so here it goes. I think we’re all connected. Maybe not in a way that makes much sense, but I don’t think anyone is ever truly alone. You, reading this, are not alone. We may never meet, I may never be more than a character in a story to you, but that doesn’t matter. I think that when we pour a little bit of ourselves into paper and ink, those stories pour a bit of themselves back into us, too, and that makes us closer than you can imagine. Life is strange and difficult. You’ll sometimes feel completely lost. You’ll fall in love with the voices in your head. You’ll look in all the right places at all the wrong times for something that you think will make you happy. You’ll be forced to go through so much pain. But just know that, through it all, you are not alone. I’m with you, the character in the story that you poured a bit of yourself into when you took the time to read. I’m with you.

You are loved, you are loved, you are loved.

— 

Hauntingly, Ch. 49

This is so beautiful.

(Maybe we can never completely separate fictional characters from our own perspective and understanding—can we ever separate anything from that, really?—and they may not really reciprocate what we feel about them (be it love or hate), but that feeling itself is enough to change us. The more we pour our life, our time, our perception, our love and hate into the characters, the more we feel about them, then the more we are different from our past selves who had not poured and had not felt. And who knows, maybe that will lead to other changes. Maybe we’ll one day feel differently towards another incident, or make a different decision, because of what we’ve read and felt before? The characters are with us and we are not alone. I feel very blessed, or loved, to have met the characters I love.)

BARDUIL MINI BANG

ARTISTS CLAIM

It’s time for Artist Claim!

If you hadn’t signed up as an artist before, it’s okay, just reread the information post before following the instructions below and then you’re good to go!

There are 9 stories to claim:

1#
Title: Drowning in Dreams
Rating: General Audiences
Tags (will probably be later added to): Reincarnation AU, angst, fluff
Summary: Now, if these goddamn dreams would just leave him alone, that would be great.
~*~
All his life, Bard has been plagued by visions similar to flashbacks and similar to dreams. In the visions (or are they hallucinations? Bard isn’t sure of the correct terminology, but he knows that they can’t possibly be memory) he is with an elf. An elvenking that he loves with all his heart and one that he is positive that he’s never met before. Bard brushes the visions aside as best he can. They had no purpose, after all, besides from distracting Bard from reality. But then, what if the visions weren’t fake?

claimed by: piyo-13
claimed by:

2#
Title: Paper Crowns
Rating: G
Tags: #post-botfa #letters #letter writing #developing romance #angst #character death #sfw #kind thranduil #white gems of lasgalen #negotiations #allegiance
Summary: How long the days, how short the months. Winter is fast approaching, and exchanging letters help Bard and Thranduil bear irritating Dwarves and troublesome spiders until they can see each other again.

claimed by: angstyourwayin
claimed by: flurgburgler

3#
Title: Under the Flowers (working title)
Rating: G
Tags: Fluffy, One-shot, drabble, post-Hobbit, the very earliest moments of a relationship really
Summary: Thranduil and Bard each remember past springs under the flowering trees, and a flowering tree in Dale provides them with a chance for a brief meeting.

claimed by: homeiswheretheheartsare
claimed by: lucianaella

4#
Title: The Mind Of Love
Rating: T
Tags: cw: drowning, fluff, some angst
Summary: Five times Thranduil renders Bard speechless and one time Bard returns the favour.

claimed by: drappersky
claimed by:

5#
Title: Soulmark
Rating: PG
Tags: soulmates, soulmarks, soulmate-identifying marks, cultural taboos, Thranduil/OFC, Bard/OFC
Summary: Soulmarks are a decidedly mortal phenomenon. The Valar give humanity assistance in finding their soulmates, something that elves don’t need. However, there are a few exceptions to this rule. Thranduil is one of them, and he’s waited a long time to find the man who matches the mark on his hand.

claimed by: homeiswheretheheartsare
claimed by: trans-cassianandor

6#
Title: In Flagrante Delicto
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; False Accusations; Exhibitionism; Humor
Summary: Bard helps Thranduil shop for a pair of jeans that may just be a bit too tight for him. A busted zipper and a tumble down the floor later, the couple find themselves accused of shagging inside the fitting room by an irritable salesclerk who won’t listen to rhyme or reason.

claimed by: drappersky
claimed by:

7#
Title: How The Mighty Have Fallen (And Just Keep Falling)
Rating: T
Tags: Ice skating au, rivals au, Legolas is a trouble maker, bardlings, reunions, fluff, you can’t land a quad at forty thrandy I’m sorry but you just cant
Summary: Sometimes Bard stayed at the rink after everyone else had left and skated as long as his muscles could stand. He could almost hear the crowds roaring, see Thranduil smiling at the challenge, feel his muscles screaming. God he missed it. Fourteen years now, since his last competition, since he had vanished from professional figure skating. Sometimes commentators would still bring up his mysterious departure, Bard only wondered if Thranduil still thought of him too. He couldn’t go back now though, he was far too old to compete, had no excuse to suddenly show up after so many years away from the circuit.

Or at least he didn’t until a young blonde boy with a fierce determination to beat the infamous Thranduil Oroperion’s records walked through the doors to his ice rink and asked Bard to be his coach.

claimed by: absoluteabsolem
claimed by: piyo-13

8#
Title: All These Common Things (working title)
Rating: G
Tags: Alternate Universe - Wedding Planner, Single Parents, Slow Build, Pining, Dancing, Dancing lessons, Kissing, shmoop, Wedding Planner Thranduil, Truck Driver Bard
Summary: When his daughter Sigrid gets engaged to Fili Durin, Bard wants to support them in any way he can. Unfortunately their wedding planner is ridiculously attractive, and Bard finds it harder and harder to keep his feelings professional. Could it be the other man feels the same? Well everyone knows the best place to find romance is at someone else’s wedding.

claimed by: piyo-13
claimed by:
valinor-chronicles

9#
Title: blue remembered hills
Rating: mature
Tags: dystopia, end of the world survivors AU, grief and guilt, emotional intimacy, facial scars, altered world, build-your-own-family, ace!barduil
Summary: The world ends, not with a bang but with years of war and the extensive desolation of an earth that has finally had enough. One day, man will be gone from its surface, but in the meantime the survivors live, as best they can, among the wastes of it all. In which Bard decides to help some strangers, and is helped in return.

claimed by: absoluteabsolem
claimed by: shippingagenda

To claim a story, simply reply to this post saying which one(s) you’d like to make art for. I’ll send you a message with the author’s tumblr so you can contact them. Then, it’s between the two of you! :) I’ll also ask your email address if you hadn’t signed up before so I can contact you later for the check-up.

Since we’re short on artists, you can claim more than two stories, BUT I’ll block claiming on stories that have already two artists until all the other stories have at least two artists as well. If all stories get two artists, then you can come back to claim more!

Keep an eye on this post for updates on how the claims are going!

Reminder that illustrations must be at least clean coloured sketches, and Artists Check-Up is on June 1st. Posting starts on June 15th! A week before the check-up, I’ll send both authors and artists a reminder by email.

You can post your story anytime between June 15th and June 16th using the ‘barduil’ and ‘barduil mini bang’ tags, just make sure you’ve found an arrangement with your artists to make sure art and fic are posted on the same day.

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AU where Bill doesn’t go off the rails in Sock Opera and instead befriends Dipper and tricks him into helping him take down Ford, the only person who would know how to stop him.

Bill uses Dipper’s body until they’re caught snooping, then switches with Dip so he can play the innocent nephew just wanting to learn more about his long lost grunkle.

anonymous asked:

I didn't see this in the art advice tag so sorry if you've answered this before and I'm just blind lol, but how does one use a clipping mask/layer? I've sorta figured out how to add them, but I don't know where to go from there. (p.s. I love your art style so much, it's so pretty and inspiring ahh)

Hey sorry for late reply!! 

So I’m going to answer this with Fire Alpaca, but the principle is the same in Photoshop/most other programs that involve clipped layers. 

Basically all clipping a layer to another layer means is that any colour applied to the clipped layer ONLY shows up on the layer it’s clipped to. So for example you can shade a layer - say clothing - like crazy outside of the boundary of your actual clothes layer but then just clip it to the actual clothing. See below: 

It’s a very useful feature!!! 

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Before & After Tag

Tagged by @simsoflove thank you <3

Since i already have rebuild this guy here to my liking very recently i decided that instead of changing anything ,i dig up this old photo of him and compere it to a new one i took recently 

I tag anyone who wants to do it 

felicitybadassmoak  asked:

Hi! I've just found a fic about when felicity left the team arrow for almost 5 years from when the fic was written and then she came back to Oliver because she needed help with her child and oliver didn't know the child was his. I've searched through a lot of tags and everything and now I can't find that fic again 😭 could you help me?

I’ve answered this question before, right here. And I apologize but I’m going to use you as an example.

Because it looks like no one knows how to use our tag page correctly, I’m going to do a brief tutorial of this said ask:

Felicity has a kid, right? 

  • Under Relationships we have a subcategory of  PREGNANCY & PARENTS
  • Options are: Felicity as a parent, Oliver as a parent, Olicity as parents, Pregnant Felicity, and Miscarriage
  • I chose Olicity as parents, looked through all the official recs, and could not find my story. 
  • Next I choose Felicity as a parent. It’s not there either 
  • Back to the tag page, under Details we have a subcategory of  OLIVER’S CHILD and I search through all the OR’s and the story i’m looking for is not there. 
  • Now I go to search box, I type in “Felicity leaves” Nothing comes up
  • “Oliver+kid” brings nothing up
  • “Oliver’s Child” in the search box brings up a lot. however, on the second page, about 5 asks down, is a fic ask very similar to the one  I’m looking for. 

And now you don’t have to ask theolicitylibrary for a fic you’ve already found! 

So please, look through our tags very thoroughly and use multiple search terms. Sometimes synonyms will bring up what you’re looking for. Thanks! 

jajalone  asked:

I just wanted to say that youngjae's "puppy arm" is the thing I can relate to the most !!! Hahahaha , like I always do that when I'm standing awkwardly or waiting for someone or when I don't know what to do with my arm generally , I didn't notice before but after I saw your tag I was like " OMG I ALWAYS DO THIS ! IS THIS WHAT I SHOULD CALL IT ? MY PUPPY ARM ?" Hahaha (Btw it's so cute how u notice the smallest things about him , tru love) Love u ❤️

Hi again!

OMG!! You do it too!!!!!! i used to also but i found it an ugly habit of mine so i eventually stopped but now im not forcing myself to not do it because it’s natural even until now haha but i find it so adorable now!!!!!! haha i notice everything about Youngjae :] i have a hashtag for anything and everything, try me xD

And just to make it clear in case no one understands:

The arm!! Puppy arm!!!

hashtag: puppy arm

Love you Najwa!!! <33 be careful and healthy!

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new tracks in ‘love and letter repackage’

please do NOT delete caption or repost!

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Levy:</b> I have the sex appeal of a math book.<p/><b>Gajeel:</b> I don't know Levy, I can't think of anyone who opened a math book and didn't say 'fuck me'.<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Just so you know, if you ever write a one-shot about Chloe and Lucifer as president and first gentleman, I would read the shit out if it. I didn't even know I need it but now I think that would be the most hilarious thing

pure crack based on my tags from this post, Lucifer’s feelings about Trump, and the fact that I think we could all really use this.

“Wow,” says Chloe Decker, President-elect of the United States of America, as she stares at her new office. A windowless corner cubicle, it is not. She laughs a little unsteadily, as the gravity of it finally, finally seems to be hitting. “So, uh, that’s it, I guess. Not bad. And before you ask, no. We absolutely may not have sex on the desk.”

Her devoted spouse pouts. “Bloody hell, you already stopped me from jumping on the bed in the Lincoln Bedroom and now this. It’s like you’re determined not to let me have any fun at all. Besides, I can’t do anything any more degrading to it than he did.”

Despite herself, Chloe snorts. “Answer’s still no.”

“Oh, come on, Senator. Just once?”

“No, I said. And you’re going to have to get used to calling me Madam President, remember?” Chloe turns to grin up at her husband. In exactly six days, America’s First Gentleman is going to be one Lucifer Morningstar, and America is going to have absolutely no idea what hit it. The Westboro Baptist Church has already announced plans to picket the inauguration, delighting Lucifer inordinately, and the right wing nut job online hysteria factory has been double-overtime blowing gaskets on theories about how these are the biblical End Times and Satan has taken over America (“oh bless them, look how hard they’re working to prove I’m the Devil, it’s adorable”), but the rest of the country is too relieved at getting rid of Chloe’s predecessor to care. There is still a distinct whiff of orange about the whole place, and of course he’s been a massive sore loser and has made the transition as purposefully unhelpful as possible. But Chloe is armed and ready to go. She wasn’t intending on running for president so early in her career, though she did have it in mind after quitting acting and following her dad, a greatly respected U.S. Senator from California who was shot at a re-election event in 2000, into politics. Like him, she’s one of the critically endangered species who thinks she can really make a positive difference in people’s lives, and after a stint in the state legislature, two terms in the House, getting elected to the Senate and her dad’s old seat soon after she turned thirty, and being tipped as a rising star in the Democratic Party to take down Führer Cheeto Voldemort in 2020, here she is. It’s a surreal and emotional moment, to say the least. But they made it.

“Well,” Lucifer says, as they continue to stare at the Oval Office and Chloe tries to imagine herself sitting there, reading briefings, making decisions, fielding calls from foreign leaders. The work part, at least, is not going to be a problem for her. “As the presidential spouse, do I at least get to plan the entertainment? Play piano at state dinners, order the strippers?”

“Lucifer, we have gone over this. Absolutely no strippers at state dinners.”

“Right, right. We are running a classy White House again.” He snaps his fingers. “And I suppose the media will have a fit if I spend a lot of money decorating the place to make it look less like your dead grandmother’s sitting room. All that china and striped wallpaper, really. It’s already bad enough that we have to have those Secret Service gits in sunglasses following us everywhere. Do they think I can’t protect you?”

“Considering what happens to you when I’m around, and that we have a lot of crazy people with guns very angry at us, I’m perfectly fine with them.” Of all of this, Chloe has worried most about the effect on Trixie, transplanting a thirteen-year-old girl across the country from Los Angeles to Washington D.C., transformed overnight from an ordinary tween worrying about starting high school and boys and pimples to the single most scrutinized child in the world, who will never have an entirely normal life again. Malia and Sasha are going to be by later for a chat, and Chloe has invited Barack and Michelle as her special guests to the inauguration, after all the campaigning they did for her – along with her ex-husband, former California Attorney General Dan Espinoza, and U.S. Representative Ella Lopez, from Detroit. Her new vice president, Dr. Linda Martin, has already been dubbed “America’s Mom,” and the internet loves her. (They also love Chloe and Lucifer.) Amenadiel had kittens about an angel interfering in human politics and didn’t do any events, while Maze, to prove a point, did about twenty a day. They, however, had to strictly forbid her from starting them off by running on stage dressed in black leather, cracking a whip, and yelling, “VOTE FOR CHLOE AND LINDA, PUNY MORTALS!”

As for Lucifer himself, it turns out that if you give him one of his favorite subjects (Chloe) and clear instructions (talk about how awesome she is), he is an absolute lethal weapon, stone-cold closer, on the campaign trail. Easily drew the biggest crowds, and was, of course, more than happy to take a million selfies with everyone afterward. What’s noticeable is how that feeling seems to have finally permeated the air around here again, how relieved and hopeful everyone is. They’re expecting a record crowd, and Hillary Clinton sent a personal note of thanks and congratulations. Yes, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did a lot of shit in four years. A lot. But Chloe is going to fix it, at least as much as she can. And for all his requests to jump on Abraham Lincoln’s bed and have sex on a desk built with wood from the U.S.S. Constitution, she wouldn’t have anyone else as her partner on this.

“Anyway,” she says, as they step back and start to walk. There are a thousand events to finalize, a draft of her inaugural address to look over, a few interviews to do, a press conference where she is very much looking forward to answering questions about how much the Cheeto is hating having a woman kick him out in total humiliating one-term disgrace (the Electoral College split was close to 400-138 and the popular vote was 55%-33%-12%  – yes, Gary Johnson and Jill Stein are still running, and even more bewilderingly, yes, people are still voting for them) as officially America’s least popular president ever. Chloe’s first meetings in the White House are all slotted for women’s groups and minorities and everyone else who needs their seat at the table back. “I have something else I want you to do.”

“Oh?” Lucifer looks intrigued. “And what is that?”

“Anyone I’m appointing to any post anywhere, I want you to meet them. They’re all going through the usual vetting process, of course, but you’re a lot faster than any bureaucracy – and frankly, a lot more efficient. Whatever they tell you about whatever they want or what they’re planning to do, I can use it to decide if they’re right for the job. Sussing out the scandalous secrets of the American government sounds like exactly the sort of thing you’d be good at. After all, you’ve already said plenty that this place is basically exactly like hell.”

“Ooh, Madam President.” Lucifer stops, stares at her, and grins wickedly. “You are playing a little dirty after all, aren’t you?”

“If Satan is taking over America, I intend to put him to work.” Chloe links her arm through his. “Which reminds me, on that note – ”

“Yes, I was just getting to that, thank you. Did you know that the presidential spouse usually holds the Bible on which the president is taking the oath of office? It’s terrible, I won’t do it.”

“Really?” Chloe’s eyebrows nearly arch off her head. “Really? After all this, holding the Bible on Capitol Hill for literally one minute is where you’re going to draw the line?”

“But my dear – ”

“Fine, you giant whining baby. I’ll ask Trixie to do it. I think that says something more important, anyway.”

Chloe is just trying to remember what she was actually about to say before he hijacked her train of thought, when an aide hurries up. “Madam President-elect? We need to go over a few things, if you could possibly –”

“Yes, yes, I’m coming.” She does have to get used to being at everyone’s permanent beck and call, so Chloe stands on her tiptoes to kiss Lucifer on the cheek, sternly admonishes him not to get into any trouble, and follows the aide. There are a few wrinkles to iron out with the order of events, she is scheduled to host Justin Trudeau in three weeks and Canada has sent a polite welcome dossier (being Canada) that she needs to read before their talks, and Penelope Decker has called about five times to make sure the dress she’s picked out for the inauguration ball is the right one. By the time Chloe is let go, it’s almost the end of the afternoon, and Lucifer has gone walkabout. Oh dear.

She is just about to ask the Secret Service if he’s taken his Corvette out for one final spin (no more tooling around in two-seater open convertibles for the president’s husband, it’ll be armored limos from this point on) when she hears a funny noise from behind one of the doors. She frowns, tilts her head, and then it comes again – which she then recognizes, breaks into a run down the expensive carpet to the door in question, and yanks it open.

Inside, Lucifer Morningstar has Donald J. Trump around the neck and hoisted into the air with one hand. Trump is wheezing and kicking, while Chloe stops dead, stares, and then bellows, “LUCIFER!”

Lucifer glances at her in innocent surprise, looks between his wife and the man whose job she is taking, shrugs, and finally drops Trump with a thump. His hairpiece falls off and slides over one eye, as he is gibbering even more incoherently than usual – seems Lucifer might have given him a taste of the full Devil Face. While she of course absolutely does not endorse this extremely illegal treatment of a sitting (alas) U.S. President, Chloe to bite her cheek hard. “Lucifer,” she orders. “Do not ever do that again.”

Lucifer looks at Trump meaningfully.

Trump whimpers.

Lucifer shrugs again, steps over him, and offers his arm to Chloe. “Come on, Madam President,” he says. “Time to go run this bloody country.”

4

You woke up from your deep sleep by a flash going off into your face. Eyes fluttering open, you looked to see your boyfriend, Ashton. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes were wide as he asked you, “Did I wake you?” You just smiled tiredly responding with, “It’s fine, Ash. But was that flash you?” His cheeks went an even deeper color as he seemed to think about his answer. Sighing, he climbed out of bed and walked over to your shared closet, pulling out a box. “It’s my next project for class, I didn’t know how you would feel about it so I decide not to tell you until it was finished.” He said, walking over to you and handing you the box.  You looked at him carefully before taking off the top and looking inside.

A marker and stack of pictures of you, each one of you asleep and completely at peace. The white sheets, blanket and pillows contrasted well against your skin tone, making you glow. Your hair was always messy, the strains spreaded around and the only consistent thing in all of the photos was a soft smile that laid on your face. Each picture had a word on the bottom, making a long sentence. You sorted the piled, finding of it said ‘i like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of.’ You were speechless, luckily Ashton spoke before you had to, holding another photo in his hands.

“You’re my muse, (Y/N). My creativity, my inspiration, my influence, whatever you would call it but, that’s what you are. These past three years, I’ve had my best work all because of us and I didn’t know how to thank you for it so, this is what I came up with.” He said, getting shy at the end, “This was the last photo, but I don’t have to display it if you don’t want-” You cut him off by shushing him and taking the picture and the marker and writing ‘it ♡’ before bringing him down and kissing him softly.

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