i just made up the words everything

parallels in Hamilton that DESTROYED me when I realized them
  • “Eliza!” / “And her eyes are just/(helpless)/and I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time.”
    • As Angelica’s thoughts shift from her own feelings to her sister’s, her words (“eyes,” “realize,” “I”) start to aurally evoke the name Eliza. How crazy is that?
    • cf. “…and my time’s up/wise up/eyes up…” “rise up/rise up/rise up/Eliza!” Just goes to show how similarly Alexander and Angelica think and process. Which leads me to my next point…
  • "He will never be satisfied. I will never be satisfied” / “That would be enough.”
    • It illustrates so clearly the dynamics of the Alexander/Angelica/Eliza triangle.
  • “I made every mistake.” / “You did everything just right.”
  • “There’s a lake I know/in a nearby park/you and I can go/when the night gets dark.” / “See them walking in the park/long after dark/taking in the sights of the city.”
    • THIS ONE KILLED ME. I only realized today. Eliza finally gets what she wanted, but in the worst possible way.
  • “Raise a glass to freedom.” (Laurens) / “Raise a glass to freedom.” (Hamilton)
    • GUYS????? WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT HAMILTON’S LAST WORDS ARE HIM QUOTING JOHN LAURENS FROM THEIR YOUNG, IDEALISTIC REVOLUTIONARY DAYS? LAURENS, WHO DIED 22 YEARS BEFORE? I’m not even a big Lams fan, but if that’s not a love story–

tl;dr: Lin-Manuel Miranda is a genius. Give him all the awards.

Originally posted by shawnhollenbach

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Thighs - Jeff Atkins smut

Summary : “Jeff’s seen your thighs okay. And words can’t describe how much he wants them wrapped around his head.” Basically, Jeff eating you out.  I got this idea from @tevinter-winter, so the credit goes to her for that! Check out the post I got the plot from.

Pairing : Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings : Oral sex

Words count : 1,428

A/N : Sorry it took so long for me to post it! I had some troubles writing the end, it kinda sucks. Also, this is so long, I didn’t paid attention to the length before the end. I haven’t wrote a full smut in a while so let me know what’s wrong with it so I could make it better next time!

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

I was laying on the couch, my legs over Jeff’s lap. We were at his house, his parents being away until tomorrow morning. The both of us were watching some movie on Netflix Jeff wanted to see, but I wasn’t really into it. I’ve been on my phone for the past half hour.

Jeff was so into the movie, he wasn’t really paying attention. His hands were resting on my thigh, his thumb stroking my skin lightly. I was getting inconfortable in my position and too far from Jeff as my linking, so I moved my legs a bit, this way I could cuddle up to his side. He looked down at me as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, smiling and then kissing my forehead before focusing back on the screen in front of him.

I started to get really bored. I didn’t wanted to distract my boyfriend from his movie, as he was really enjoying it. I innocently started playing with the aim of his shirt, rolling it between my fingers, rubbing the fabric against them. I could feel the end of the movie was near, as the characters were all finding solutions to whatever situation they had going on. My free hand slid up Jeff’s side before finding his hair and playing with it, nuzzling my face into his neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved up behind my thigh and massaged my skin, some other times grabbing it. I would lie if I said it didn’t had its effect on me. I let out a soft moan against the skin of his neck as he grabbed my butt without warning. I hear him chuckle at my reaction which leads me to straighten.

“What are you doing ?” I asked smiling at him, only waiting for him to answer so I could kiss him.

“I just love your thighs.” He eyed to them, massaging them again. “They’re so soft.” I putted my legs on each side of him so I could face him properly.

“Oh, yeah ?” He nodded in respond as my face was getting closer to his, and finally our lips connected. There started the battle between our tongues, dancing in sync, with moans escaping our mouths. I pulled away for air just a second and then slowly kissed my way down his jaw, onto his neck. “Tell me more.”

Jeff moaned louder as I was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a purple mark here. “I want them-” His sentence was cut short by another moan. My core grinning on his bulge, that was getting harder with every movement I made. “Fuck- I just want to put my head between them.”

I internally froze at his words. Jeff and I were dating for a few months  and everything was amazing, but he had never eaten me out before. Not that I didn’t wanted to, oh how I wanted it, I just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“Today’s your chance then.” Our lips were back together with a heated kiss.

His hands went to my waists to help me lay down on the couch. The kiss was broken for a few seconds and he took this opportunity to attack my neck, just like I did with his a few moments before. Moans were flying out of my mouth with his hands cupping me through my shirt? I wasn’t wearing any bra under his large tshirt I had on, and he took advantage of it, sliding one hand to touch my bare skin, the other resting on my waist. He was turning me on so much. The sens of him brushing on top of my skin made me shiver, my body letting him know by tensing up underneath him followed by a louder moan escaping my lips, which caught his attention. He began to be rougher in his touch, biting my neck where he had leaved his mark while rubbing it with his tongue. I was getting impatient, feeling the hot heat between my legs burning harder with every move he made at the surface of my body.

“Jeff, please touch me.” I was so needy at this moment, needy of his tongue, his fingers, of everything he could give me.

“Anything, princess.” His kisses stopped and for a second it felt so empty not to have him against me.

He placed a lazy kiss on my lips before removing my shirt, exposing my breast to his sight. In no time, he had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, massaging the other. His adorable eyes looked up to me innocently, just to witness how it got me out of my mind? He loved it, the effect he’s got on me. Seeing his abilities to make me scream for him. He didn’t waste much time after it, bringing down his hand to where I needed him the most. It only took the light contact of his hands, hovering my core to get me crying out for more friction. I started to roll my hips over his fingers, hungry for more of him.

“Someone’s eager.” He laughed while releasing my nipple with a ‘pop’, noticing my impatient behavior.

“I just need you.” As I stated my desire, my panties were slowly  being dragged down down legs, the fabric brushing against my skin causing me to shiver in anticipation.

Jeff pushed my legs apart, laying down between them, just in font of my dripping core. Looking down at him, my breath got caught in my lungs when I saw the lust in his gaze. My bottom lips was stuck between my teeth, languidly waiting for the tension to break down, those seconds seeming like forever to me. Suddenly, I could feel the warm of his tongue, delving into my folds, leading to a high-pitched moan filling the room and echoing in my ears. I could feel him lapping every corners he explored, licking all the juices coming out the second he went in contact with it.

My head collapsed against the armrest, eyes closed, picturing the work of my boyfriend between my legs. My mouth was parted open, allowing the air to pass, and also a collection of scream. I felt his fingers parting my folds just to push one in? I cried out at the mixed sensation between my legs, almost covering my mouth by how loud I was screaming.

“Oh my god, keep doing it.” I pleaded to him.

My hands went down to grab his hair, tangling on it so hard I thought I was hurting him. But that only made him moan against me, sending vibrations through my whole body. My back was arching, Jeff pushing it back down to keep me still. His hand rested on my hip, one of my mine leaving his hair to place it on top of his. He immediately moved it so our fingers will intertwined, another tender touch connecting us. As he added another finger in, my legs began to shake around his head, tightening around it and I started to see stars behind my eyelids. Electricity waves were send in my stomach making me gaps in pleasure, as I was falling apart under Jeff’s actions. Our hands unlocked and I was back at pulling his hair again. He had to keep me still and did it by wrapping both of his muscled arms around my thighs, this way I couldn’t make a move to disturb him anymore. He kept lapping on the surface of my core and every time the knot on my stomach was getting bigger.

“Jeff, I’m- I’m gonna cum.” I murmured between breaths.

He took note of it and dragged me closer to him, making me scream even more. I felt his fingers picking up the pace inside me, and it only took that for my toes to start curling up, my legs shaking harder than before. I was embracing my release, feeling it was just on the edge. Just as I let a loud moan escape my mouth, my high send vibes all over my body, tensing up. Jeff didn’t stop until I moaned softly, letting him know I came down from my release. His head popped up on top of me and he laid it on my stomach, kissing it.

“Thank you.” Was all I said, out of breath. I stroked his hair slightly, closing my eyes.

“You’re welcome, babe.” He laughed gently at my words, which made my laugh too, just before his head came to my height and kissed me with love.

Where do you start? / Which part of you do you preserve / first? Imagine your shoes are filled / with tomorrow, but you’re trying to wade through / yesterday. Imagine yesterday / is made of sand / and tomorrow is made / of flood. / Imagine there is no sun, / just the promise of one. Every day / you get up thinking, “But this / is where they said it would / be, where the sun would herald / a right to live among the living / again. This is where I find / morning, renewal, tomorrow / that isn’t made of night.” / If everything is made / of night then how do we ever / get to call it a new day?
—  Tara Hardy, from My, My, My, My, My; “Fatigue”
Break Me [Draco x Reader, One]

A/N: Haha let me start off by saying I honestly don’t believe Draco would be the cheater type, but I love angst and I love Draco so ,,, Also!! Don’t know if anyone would be interested, but I’m probably going to make a separate Hamilton Imagine blog!! I love Hamilton and all the characters and all of the cast members! Anyways, enjoy!! Love you all!!

 

Word Count: 1,636

 

Warnings: Angst. Cheating. Self blame. Cursing.

 

Summary: (Name) gave everything to him, but he wasn’t willing to give back.

 

Requested: No lol im a jerk


Chapter Two / Three / Four / Five


Masterlist


Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

The sight of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads. The mere thought of (Name) and Draco Malfoy turned heads.

(Name), perhaps the most loyal, caring, and kind girl anyone would ever know somehow ended up head over heels for Draco Malfoy. She would follow him around, a sweet smile never faltering. He would look pretty content with himself, arms linked with (Name’s) own. It didn’t take much to realize that (Name) was very attractive in a dreamy, almost fantasy like way. In fact, multiple men and women had asked for her affections. She only replied with a sweet smile and a polite rejection, claiming she already had a boyfriend.

Draco was no idiot. He knew that many people wished to have his girlfriend for themselves.

At first he merely got jealous at this. How dare someone fantasize over his girlfriend?!

As days grew into weeks, and weeks grew into months, his jealousy turned into pride. She was another thing he had that many people, including Harry Potter, didn’t have.

The two started off hopelessly in love. Starry eyes and rosy cheeks were exchanged. Longing looks and sweet messages were sent back and forth.

Over time, Draco became more and more distant. However, (Name) stayed the same, remaining completely infatuated with him. Draco, from a first glance, didn’t seem to be as in love with (Name) as she was with him. 


The First Month.

 

Of course, like many couples, (Name) and Draco had a phase where nothing else seemed to matter but the two of them and their love for each other. It was almost as if they couldn’t be apart from one another or they would fall ill.

“Draco! Draco, come here!” (Name) chirped with the same giddy smile playing at her cheeks.

“Yes? (Name), what is it? Are you injured?” His voice was frantic and shaky. (Name) laughed and shook her head. “No, silly!” She spread her arms out wide. “Come here!”

Draco did so with a smile, leaning into her embrace. “What is all this about?”

“Mmm… Nothing, really. I just wanted to cuddle you. I love you, you know?” Draco chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of his beloved breathing softly into his chest. They didn’t seem to notice the dozens of students amongst them stare in disgust, envy, or even admiration.

“And I love you, (Name). Always.”


The Seventh Month.

 

While (Name) was in fact hopelessly, blindly in love, she was no idiot. She noticed when Draco avoided her affections or avoided her in general. She didn’t pay much attention to it, though. She assumed she was being clingy, and her herself was at fault. Sometimes the two would be together, a joyful smile ever present on (Name’s) face. But she noticed they only ever seemed to be affectionate around each other in front of crowds.

The thought that Draco may be using her crept in the back of her mind. He wouldn’t, would he?

No… He couldn’t. He loved her.

At least… That’s what she told herself.


The Eleventh Month.

 

It was nearing their one year anniversary. (Name) had been looking forward to this for about… Well, about a year now.

It was now their sixth year and the couple were just now growing out of the phase where they looked like they had matured, but not fully. (Name) admittedly had larger curves and had matured significantly over a single summer, and Draco had a sharper jawline, broader shoulders, and the attitude of how he described as a “true Malfoy”.


Yet (Name) still had the innocence and the happiness she held during her younger years. She had made many friends, more male friends than Draco would like to admit, due to her upbeat and kind nature.

“Draco!” She just stepped off the train and finally got to see him. She didn’t get a chance to see him on the train, either from bad luck or the fact that Draco was avoiding her.

She tried to tell herself that Draco didn’t just roll his eyes. Instead, she focused on the smile, fake, he wore.

“I’ve missed you! Oh, how was your summer, love? Tell me all about it!” Her hands gently gripped his shoulders and his hands rested on her waist, tense.

“Mhm, of course. You’ll have to excuse me, (Name).” And with only that, he left. (Name’s) smile faltered as she waved goodbye and tried to ignore the stinging feeling in her chest.

As usual, she was forced to ignore it and wander off to find her other friends.

“Don’t you think he’s a little… You know…? Neglecting?” Lyssa, one of (Name’s) friends asked. (Name) almost spat out her beverage as if what Lyssa was saying was in a whole different language. She quickly shook her head, eyes widened. “No! He’s just busy… That’s all…” But deep down (Name) knew. She knew something was wrong.

Tomorrow was it. Tomorrow was their one year anniversary.

(Name) was ecstatic. She hadn’t been this happy since Draco asked her out.

She had to refrain from running to him when she saw him eating. “Draco!” she chirped, hugging him from behind lovingly. He nudged her off with a look she couldn’t quite place on his face. “What are you doing?” he snapped. (Name) recoiled, blushing from embarrassment.

“Oh, sorry… Anyways, I just wanted to give you this!” She smiled and handed him a neatly wrapped box with a grin. He looked at her, both puzzled and annoyed. “Uh… Thanks?” At this, her face fell.

“Oh… U-Um, okay…! I’ll be… Um, off… Then…” Her voice was dejected and her heart felt like lead. As she walked away she heard one of his friends mumble, “Why do you put up with her?”

She never heard Draco’s response, but she was certain she didn’t want to.

As she walked the world turned to mush around her. She didn’t even feel it when she sat down beside her friends, for she was far too absorbed in her own thoughts.

Had she done something wrong along the way? Was she overwhelming?

Why didn’t Draco seem to love her anymore?

As if moving on its’ own, her hand clutched her heard as she almost felt it crack. No… That couldn’t be it. Draco still loved her. He had to… Right?

Her thoughts kept her occupied throughout the night. (Name) blamed herself entirely—I mean… It had to be her fault, right? It couldn’t be Draco’s fault.

As it felt as if she had just fallen asleep, she caught sight of the sunlight drifting in through the window. She heard her dorm mates shuffling around, probably getting ready.


She did the same, much to her annoyance.

(Name) walked down the corridor alone. Her friends simply weren’t there at the time and she looked like she had spent the last night doing anything but sleeping.

In her defense, that’s exactly what happened. She didn’t get a wink of sleep.

“—And he’s great in bed!” (Name) scoffed, rolling her eyes. She normally wasn’t this bitter, but the voice was very obviously targeting her intentionally. She whipped her head around to see—

“Draco…?” Draco, seeing (Name) full and clear, immediately pushed away from—Who was that? Wasn’t her name Patty? Pansy?

Draco hadn’t realized that was (Name) walking in front of him. Her hair, usually full of volume and loose, was pulled back. She wasn’t surrounded by friends as she usually was.

“What did she say, Draco? Was she talking about you?” (Name’s) voice was full of hurt, betrayal, and disgust. Pansy (Or was it Patty?) held a smirk.

“Oh, yeah! Didn’t you know?” (Name’s) eyes snapped to her.

You. You shut up. I never asked you,” she snapped. Pansy recoiled with an offended face. “I need to hear it from Draco.” (Name) looked at him. Her eyes softened seeing his face. “Draco, for once in your life, tell me the truth. After a year of this shit, I think I deserve one truth out of you.” Several people couldn’t help but stare at the girl who was normally so bright and mellow.

His throat felt as if it was closing up. He couldn’t seem to form words. He opened his mouth to speak, only to close it once more.

(Name) huffed, pathetically wiping her eyes with her sleeve. “I can’t believe you!” She shoved him back with her two hands, sending him stumbling backwards a bit. She was weak at this time, both physically and emotionally. He looked at her with wide eyes, along with every other passing student. “I spend a year! A year! Giving everything I had, everything I felt, everything I was made of to you! I gave everything to you! And you can’t even muster up a couple of words to tell me if you are cheating on me?” She looked at him with vulnerable, broken eyes. They softened as she lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Draco… Just… Tell me this one thing, okay?” He gulped, suddenly aware of how many glaring eyes were on him.

“How long has this been going on?” She spat out the word ‘this’ like venom.

“About two months…” At this, (Name) ran a shaky hand through her hair and exhaled with a sob. Before she could break down, her friend tugged at her wrist and ran her to a bathroom. As she retreated, Draco could hear small and broken mumbles of “What did I do wrong? What could I have done wrong?” down the hall being emitted from her form.

All he could do was stare. All he could do was watch as he, Draco Malfoy, somehow turned someone brighter than the sun, sweeter than honey, and happier than anyone he could ever know, into nothing but a broken, empty shell of a girl.

Job Satisfaction [S]

pairings/characters: kth x reader

genre: smut; one shot?

word count: 6k

summary: Taehyung needs something more than just money if he’s going to keep working for you.

‘When it comes to what you want, you dont mind playing dirty.’

Mafia!Au Sniper!Taehyung

pure smut, lacking context but hints to possible continuation

Originally posted by donewithjeon

“You know that these works are supposed to leave no traces right?” You whisper more to yourself than to your subordinates as you read through the last article.

Another killing was spotted in Seoul, by the same mysterious shooter who left the sign “V” everywhere he went. He was notorious for the lack of traces he left, each investigation reaching a dead end every time. But he was no mystery to you. You knew who he was because he worked for you.

The man in the picture, his skin drenched in his own pool of scarlet blood was none other than your so-called “trade partner” one that was sucking you dry of all your resources. Things were simple when dealing with weapons.

“I supply goods, you pay me money.”

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anonymous asked:

FRENDO! I have been thinking and I confused myself. I've been seeing a lot of Klance birthday theories but When did Keith officially become a orphan? Because if it was when he was really young don't you think he wouldn't know when his birthday is? Like what if he never had one because he didn't know when it was? Imagine Lance asking when his birthday is and Keith saying "um...I...I don't know"

my dear friend!!! I didn’t read a lot of theories, tbh, but I scoured the net and the official voltron site says Keith became an orphan “at a young age before enlisting in the Galaxy Garrison”. Do they mean he enlisted right after or…? For how long has he lived alone in that shack? Or did someone find him and drag him to the Garrison a la Anakin Skywalker? Oooh, I like this one (even though it’s unlikely, but let me dream).
Imagine a random officer finding by chance a kid, Commander, in a shack in the middle of the desert, all alone!, and subsequently dragging him back to the only civilized place in the entire goddamned desert: luxury school for marvelous minds, the one and only Galaxy Garrison. Imagine the kid being confusedly adopted by the whole team, professors and students alike, coddled and looked after by everyone because the poor thing has big, serious eyes and he never talks much, but he’s bright and asks just the right questions, paddling in between their feet in the simulation room, peeking at screens and stats, unrelentlessly curious about what’s this and that and how does this work? Imagine everyone humoring him, why not, it’s harmless fun, and it’s cute, but then - years later, the kid grows into a stubborn young man, who refuses to hear reasons about required classes and official bullshit. “I learned everything I need to, let me pilot the thing already,” he states plainly, for the hundredth time, until someone finally says what the hell, let him do it - and he’s good, a natural pilot, graceful and in control even without training.
So Commander Iverson lets him enroll officially, he has no reason not to, and the kid starts to train for real, climbing the ranks like it’s nothing - and everyone knows him, it’s Keith, he practically always lived here.

Fast forward to drama, pain, and finding himself with the universe’s destiny on the shoulders, piloting a giant robot lion, Keith has never really thought about his birthday. He simply never had the time or will to, because what’s a date to all the numbers he’s had to drill into his head to become what he is right know?

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the loft was heavy with navy blue as the sun set, all contrasted by the flickering light of yellow gold candles close to the windows and scattered throughout the living room. the light was catching on the tight lines between magnus’s eyebrows as he stood near the window, a glass of whiskey in his fingertips and a darkness underneath his eyes. it had been about an hour since magnus had stepped through a portal back into the loft after a day spent halfway across the globe, negotiating the unlawful imprisonment of a warlock in the london institute. the warlock was free, but magnus’s shoulders still had the tight clawing pain of stress clinging to them. his neck was tense, his jaw tight and his whole body felt like it had been straining against his anger for entirety of the day. which was because it had been.

the alcohol was numbing his tongue, thick, warm and fuzzy but it didn’t seem to be doing much else for the rest of him. all he could think about was sinking into bed but his mind was abuzz, flipping through too many thoughts, too many feelings. he knew the minute his head hit the pillow it would only get worse. all of those thoughts would grow into a roar that would make it impossible to slip off to sleep. so he brought the glass to his lips slowly and took another long sip, the silk of his shirt shifting, a huge sliver of his chest showing as he took another slow, heavy breath.

when it happened, he felt it. that familiar tremor in his wards, the shift of a certain person through his lofts protections. it made his eyelids dip just slightly but he was too lost in his own thoughts to acknowledge it, turning and heading back over to the bar cart to pour himself another whisky. he was just pulling the top off of the decanter when he heard the click of the door and then when he finished pouring himself a glass, the thud of footsteps slow across the floor echoed towards him. so he was ready when alec pressed up against him, arms sliding slow around his waist, his chest pressed to his back. “hey you.”

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frostbittemyheart  asked:

Omfg I love coming on your blog! Makes my experience in Kpop much more fun! Can I request a Jackson scenario? Where a fight turns into sexual tension. #dadsykinks4thewin thank you kindly!

I love you

In trouble:

“Jackson don’t touch me.” You snarled wrenching your wrist from the male’s grip walking into your shared house.

“Really Y/N? You’re going to be like this?” Jackson questioned slamming the door to house kicking off his shoes.

“You know what, screw you Jackson. Why don’t you just go find the girl you were eye fucking and talk it out with her.” You said angrily moving towards the kitchen to rummage through the fridge finding a bottle water to chug down your parched mouth. Sighing Jackson came in the same space as you balling his hands up lightly he eyed you.

“Y/N it’s not like that and you know it.” He urged as he stare at you.

“Really baby?” You asked blinking your eyelashes and of course he fell for it smiling lightly thinking he was off the hook.

“Really baby girl.” He said gently pressing close to you.

“I have words.” You said sweetly smiling. “Piss. Off.” You barked chugging the rest of the water down before you made your way towards the room down the hallway. You heard Jackson growl and punch the way before he came chasing after you into the room.

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” He commanded staring at your frame his own body shaking and red.

“I do whatever I want. I don’t see anyone here who owns me.” You snapped at him moving to walk into your closet. “And quite frankly I don’t want any excuses. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight buddy.” You pushed a pillow at him starting to strip your clothes slowly.

“Because you think I was looking at another woman?” Jackson asked with his voice raising and bless the poor neighbors if they heard you. It wasn’t the fact that Jackson had been looking at another woman shit happens and sometimes you do it. You’re human. But that was over the limit. He kept staring at her while you were talking and holding his hand. It was embarrassing to see others look at you and judge your relationship.

“Jackson.. Please. Just get out.” You said softly pointing at the door. Voice quivering and eyes welling up you sighed softly. More than anything you felt your pride being hurt. You weren’t good enough for him. Not sexy enough and if a woman could so easily take his attention then what were you.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Jackson shouted. He hated seeing you cry he hated himself for what he had done. It wasn’t like she was all that, she was just different curvy like you but she wasn’t you and he knew in his heart he only wanted to be with you. But how to prove it? “Don’t you cry behind another female or male.”

“HOW CAN I NOT?!” You yelled out tears streaking down our face as you balled up your fist tighter. “You looked at her like how you used to look at me! When did you stop caring Jackson? When did I not become enough for you? When wasn’t I sexy enough or beautiful enough to make your heart melt?! Will you leave me.. Daddy?” You said the name softly looking down at your feet as the running tears made soft dark puddle droplets beside your feet into the light brown carpet. Hearing you call him daddy broke everything in his mind. He only could focus on one thing, his cock stirring in his pants. He knew he had to make it up to you and this was step one. Sex didn’t change everything but it could make you see how needy he was for just you.

Sighing when he didn’t answer you walked out the room wanting to leave the tension filled space but Jackson snapped out of it. Following you he roughly pushed you against the wall causing you to gasp. You were going to scream at him but he silenced you with a kiss his hands ripping at your shirt. He tore the fabric wide open causing you to gasp giving him access to your mouth. He sucked on your tongue with his own dominating the kiss as his hands shoved up your skirt. His fingers found your panties and almost tearing them he roughly moved them to the side plunging two fingers inside of your damp pussy. Jackson pulled back to eye you with intensity and need.

“Do you really think I’d ever leave you for another fucking girl? Do you ever think I can’t fucking live without you? Huh! Your sassy ass mouth and charming ways. And let’s not forget this sweet pussy that I just love cumming in so much. You’re my princess and nobody else will fucking lay hands on you.” His words were almost a growl causing your stomach to tighten up as your pussy got wetter. He quickly gripped at your hips with one hand using his strength to lift you until he was wrapping only one of your legs around his neck and the other around his waist. Pulling back his drenched fingers he tongue fucked you sucking on your pussy harshly. Head moving side to side he made sure to run his tongue over everything once. Curving it and thrusting it rapidly against your spot causing you to cry out and pull at his hair trying to get him away from you but it didn’t work. His free hand gripped at your breast kneading the flesh one by one until he felt you tightening up on his tongue. Pulling out from you he sat you on your feet and spun you around to face the wall pinning you there. His free hand moved to yank down his zipper freeing his shaft. He kept his pants on gripping at the base of his cock to rub it up and down your dripping folds. In one go without warning he slammed into you pushing you both against the wall so that he could feel you up and you could take all of him. You cried out hands bracing on the wall for support but it didn’t last. Jackson pulled your body back a bit so that he could grab at your hips and pound into you. He growled out at how you started to scream for him, your juices sliding out of your wet cunt and onto his shaft. He spread your legs wide pressing a hand down your back making you arch so that he could angle his hips and abuse your spot. Again, and again he plowed into your pussy his hands switching from leaving bruises in your hips to grabbing at your breast and playing with them. Occasionally he slapped at them and pulled on your nipples causing you to damn near sob against the wall from the pleasure and pain. A hand drifted down to your clit and he rubbed at the bud quickly not giving you any time to prepare for his assault on your pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched more. Legs shaking you were resting your head against the wall so that you could hold yourself up in some kind of way. You couldn’t even warn Jackson of how close you were because all that left your lips were gibberish mixed in with his name but in a few more thrusts he had you shouting for mercy, cumming on his cock and going limp in his hold. Jackson pressed you back against the wall continuing to abuse your clit and fuck into you from behind slamming his hips against yours. You tried to pull away your body was sensitive and buzzing but he didn’t have that. Causing you to squirt as you came again Jackson filled you up to the brim his cock releasing long thick ropes of cum inside of you. Jackson felt his own legs buck and he held you against the wall letting both of your breathing calm down before he spoke.

“The fact that you think I would leave you. For anyone amazes me. I may look but I know what I have, or I wouldn’t be with you. You’re an amazing woman and I was an asshole for checking her out like that. And I could blame it on being a man or I can just man up and say I’m sorry. So, I apologize and if it happens again I will take whatever repercussion you give me. But I love you Y/N. Your pussy, your body and your smart-ass mouth and attitude. You’re my world and no matter what no woman will be able to change that.” He waited for an answer but when you didn’t say anything he looked at you frowning seeing more tears.

“I’m not crying.. You’re crying.” You teased shoving at him. “I love you too. But you’re still sleeping on the couch. After you carry me and bathe me.” You teased him but he only thrusted his hips forward wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Or we could both stay here and fuck like rabbits until I get it right.”

The Love She Felt

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 324

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Jimin just didn’t know how to love, but he wants to learn how.

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BEFORE YOU FLIP TABLES

Yesterday was the perfect example of a bad day for me. It was one of those days where nothing just seems to work, you forget everything, you lose stuff, everything goes out of hand, and just as you thought the day couldn’t possibly get worse, something else comes up. Let’s not go into details, suffice it to say the day was just horrendous.

I did, however try my best to stay positive. Told my friend Jaido who was with me that day everything that happened since morning. After hearing me rant about my miserable Sunday, she suddenly lit up- which definitely was a strange reflex. Uhm, hello, why are you happy over my suffering? Her answer was life-changing. She answered, “because your suffering means better things are coming!!!”

That positivity was so admirable MashaAllah. Her words instantly made me feel better. It was somewhat magical because I could have sworn I felt like trash two seconds before. The amount of faith she has for God is so profound. Another lesson I learnt that day was, sometimes we focus too much on the problem, we become somewhat blind towards the blessings existing concurrently. Allah says in the Quran, with hardship comes ease. WITH and not AFTER. SubhanAllah, Jaido was definitely a blessing. She was simply heaven-sent. I’m so fortunate to have such optimistic friends who knows just the right things to say when I’m at my lowest.

When He removes something in your possession it is only in order to empty your hands for an even greater gift. - Ibn Qayyim

So if you’re having one of those days, remember, BETTER THINGS ARE COMING!

*cues “Jason Mraz - Life is Wonderful” in the background*

Love, light and laughter,
Aisyah Shakirah


(Shots taken that very day at Masjid Wilayah by @atiq259 on instagram)

Can’t Go Back

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

This is for ma hoe @wayward-mirage​​​​ Rat Pack Challenge. I got the song ‘You’ll Never Know’-Frank Sinatra.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean x Y/n(GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, argument, abandoned reader, regret, self hate. Just all angst.

Word Count: 1860

Summary: Dean finds himself back where he should be, but Y/n isn’t with him.

A/N: Ok, so some angst cos…this song just gave me a load of angst. I’m hoping it’s really angsty. I have no idea. Either way, hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@salvatorexwinchester@helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash@miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203@greek-geek481@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons@plaidstiel-wormstache@impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56​ @scorpiongirl1 @the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@squirels-angels-and-moose@meganwinchester1999@cubs2019-blog@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick​​ @straightestgay-voice@professsionalsinner

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“No. No. NO!”

Dean frantically scratched at the floor, the doorway, anything he could get to so he could get back to you.

He turned back to Sam, eyes pouring with tears, not caring who saw him.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?”

Sam swallowed hard, his heart pounding as the rage poured out of Dean.

“I…I did what I had to”, he stuttered, knowing Dean wasn’t going to accept this. Not with you still there.

“You…yo-you…”

Dean choked on his words, his vision completely blurred as he felt his heart break.

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Hey, Kitty

Summary: The Winchesters get a surprise back at the bunker after a run in with a witch

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: one bad language word,  so much cute and fluff

Dean honestly though the witch was bluffing when she mumbled something about ‘changing his soulmate’.

“There’s no such thing as soul mates,” Dean had retorted bluntly just before he shot a bullet into her chest, watching her lifeless body fall to the ground and the safe thought of her not causing any more deaths in the town overcame any more thoughts about the threat she had made.

Him and Sam packed up pretty soon after burning the body, Dean was eager to get back to the bunker and see Y/N. He knew she’d be mad at him for not letting her on this hunt, but she was still recovering from an injury a wendigo had given her from last time.

Of course, he didn’t realise the witch was true to her promise until they got back to the bunker.

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Just A Dream

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1k

A/N:  This is my TWENTY-FIRST Fic for my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean Fic-i-versary Celebration. The line requested was, “You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fightn’ no matter what.” requested by @dreamingintheimpalawithdean  Thank you for celebrating with me! I’m also using a gif submitting by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing that she probably doesn’t even remember submitting. ;) I honestly don’t know where this came from. Just a bit of trash for your Saturday night. Hope you like it!

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We Got Married || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Word Count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff


Filming had only been a couple, and it was sad when it came to an end. You had enjoyed it though, it was one of the most exciting times of your life. Sure everything was already planned from the start, but as you looked at Taehyung, shaking hands with the director and other staff, you couldn’t help but think there was something genuine about him.

You were used to having people act nice around you, it was your daily life. As an idol, you had become accustomed to the way people would smile at you, or laugh at your jokes because the only thing they wanted to do was make you happy. Their fear was that you wouldn’t like them, and it caused them to be someone they weren’t.

But with Taehyung it was different. There was never a point on the show where you felt like Taehyung had not been either completely serious with you or himself with you. Sure, he was following along, but there were parts that he didn’t do or said completely off script that only furthered your ideas.

You looked at him now, as he talked with the staff and your heart fluttered. It seemed silly to you that it only took a couple weeks for you to fall completely and utterly in love with him. And you were sure he felt the same, but there was a little voice in the back of your head that made you think otherwise.

Sure you were an idol as well, and you had a lot of fan who supported what you did, but there were some who weren’t happy with this season of We Got Married. There were fans who said you and Taehyung were disgusting together, people who said you either weren’t good enough for him or he wasn’t good enough for you.

And that was why you never said anything to him.

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The white road

I am 24 when my doctor tells me that I was abused. She doesn’t tell me what happened to me, or plant any memories that weren’t already there. She takes what I have told her and she puts it all inside those six letters, that one word.

Before she takes my memories and gives me that word, I tell her that I have made the appointment because I want to know why I can’t stand being touched. I tell her that I’m 24 and I’m sick of flinching when shop assistants hand me my change, just in case their fingers brush against my palm and there is that fire again, the one that rushes up from my bone to the membrane of my skin any time it comes into contact that I wasn’t expecting. I tell her that I have been trying to do this properly, from dating to everything else, and it’s like I’m blocked. It’s like I’m missing a piece of myself that makes me an adult, or perhaps even a human, and I don’t know where it’s gone.

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unbreakable

this is just a little spec fic I wrote after tonight’s episode. i’m very sleepy and this is very un-beta-ed, but enjoy!


This wasn’t the first time.

The first time someone had tried to break him.

Physically, mentally, emotionally, he had endured so much in his life, by now he should be numb.

How much easier would it be for him if he just didn’t feel anything anymore?

He had lost track of the days he had spent chained up in this cold, dark room. The hours he was alone were almost harder than Adrian’s visits because the only company he had was the words of his captor echoing in his mind, imprinting themselves as truths, continuing his torture.

Old wounds that had never fully healed had been reopened, not just the ones currently dripping blood all over the concrete he was laying on, but deep emotional ones that had been hastily patched up underneath whatever crisis was more of a priority that year than giving them time to heal. Adrian knew everything about him, knew where to twist the knife to make him scream, to haunt him with memories he had tried to forget.

He knew his teammates were looking for him, knew they wouldn’t stop until they found him, but every minute he spent here made him more afraid that time had run out, that Adrian had gotten to them, one by one, before they got to him.  

The sound of the metal door scraping the floor caused every muscle in his body to tense up in preparation for whatever blow would be delivered to him this time. Would it be the one that finally shattered him?

Lifting his head ever so slightly, he saw in the dim light through his blurred vision a sight that made his breath catch in his throat.  

“Oliver…”

She rushed forward, collapsing to the floor beside him and gently cradling his head in her hands.

“We need to hurry,” John’s voice reached his ears. “Adrian could be back any minute now and we need to get you two on your way.”

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Lena Luthor Appreciation Week

Day 4 (April 20): Favorite Quote

I picked three because it’s Lena and I can’t pick just one.


2x08 Medusa

(Laughs) You know, that door’s not really an entrance. (Pause) You know, actually, I just- I just wanted to thank you for earlier on. Not only did you save the lives of countless numbers of my employees but mine as well-

Now I need your help.

Anything.

  • This was possibly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. She was so flustered here. She was stuttering and using her hands a lot and just couldn’t stop smiling as soon as she saw Supergirl. She had just watched Supergirl get thrown against her L Corp sign and get injured, thus sparking that iconic Very Worried Look™ (that is reserved for the love interest whenever the hero gets hurt, mind you) and what is the first thing Lena does when she sees her again? She thanks her for saving the lives of her employees. She’s such a caring and genuine person. Her life was the only one we saw in danger and she still starts with thanking Supergirl for not letting any of her employees get hurt. I’m curious what she would have said if Supergirl hadn’t cut her off but Lena Luthor was about to do anything Supergirl asked of her.
  • Anything
  • ANYTHING
  • A N Y T H I N G

2x12 Luthors

She [Lillian] wants to see me.

What do you think she wants?

Probably to tell me that my outfit in court was horrible and that I need a makeover.

  • Oh my poor sweet Lena. Did you hear how her voice trembled here? She’s so sure that her mother has called her 12 different times just to insult her. She might have been saying this in a joking manner but the way she said it made me positive that there was truth in it. She said Lillian had been like this since the day she met her. Since she was four years old. Manipulating her. Making fun of her. Making her feel like she was nothing and didn’t belong with them. Lena grew up with someone who constantly put down everything about her, who obviously never loved her, since she was four years old. And I’m pretty sure I started tearing up as soon as she said this.

2x12 Luthors

Don’t hurt her!

  • Three simple words that I just love so much.
  • If she knows that’s Kara, then Lena’s watching her best friend (someone she cares about so MUCH and who actually came for her) getting hurt in front of her eyes by her mother. She’s watching Kara, Kara, writhing in pain on the ground while her mother laughs above her and jokes about hurting her more and Lena’s just begging Lillian to stop because she can’t handle watching Kara being tortured.
  • If she doesn’t know Supergirl is Kara, then Lena’s just revealed how much she cares for Supergirl as well. Not that she wouldn’t care if it was someone she didn’t know but the vehemence behind her words show that she has a personal stake in this. Supergirl is her friend. Supergirl (and Kara) believed in her innocence and came to get her and Lena’s pleading with her mother to stop hurting Supergirl and just like that, a Luthor and a Super show that they are more than their family’s history. They’ve chosen their own paths and it’s one that brings them together, not further apart.
  • And whether or not she knows, Lena tried to fight back in a situation she was essentially powerless in. She saw Kara/Supergirl on the ground and rushed forward to help her despite being between two super-powered men. She had to be held back, thrown to the ground and knocked unconscious but she did all that she could to stop her mother.

So I haven’t been watching su since the whole Singing-Slavers-human-zoo debacle, but I’ve been ruminating over a bunch of stuff from the last couple of seasons and how peridot has been handled makes me really mad.

We know the crewniverse loves to “fix” people with relationships (whether or not we see any on screen chemistry). When they slapped lapis and peridot together, they “cured” them of their mental illness/neurodivergance. Sure, lapis gets an episode or two to act mopey and gets triggered by amethyst in another, but other than that, being in a relationship with peridot “cured” her. She’s all better now because instead of facing her problems now she’s just with peridot and that makes everything fine somehow. Everyone talks about that.

What I hear almost nothing about is how lapis has, apparently, “cured” peridot. When peri first came on the scene, she was cynical, analytical, reclusive and on top of all that she showed obviously autistic traits. In the last three eps I’ve seen her in, she’s lost all of her “negative” (read: obviously autistic/neurodivirgent) traits and become a sort of hyperactive art hamster or something.

It’s almost as if the new writers/storyboarders viewed her autistic traits as bad and just threw them away! °o°

the only one I see come up is her scripting/ecolalia and it’s used mainly as comic relief. Other than that, she’s become an upbeat, neon-green popsicle with no purpose other than “try not to say the J word around Lapis, plz” and it fucking sucks.

And we never mention that amethyst threw her limb enhancers (I.e. her accommodations) into the ocean. When it comes up in the show that she needs them, Steven is the only one who cares. Never in the show is any effort made to recover them, Steven just makes her some paint cans and everything is fine because Steven ‘bleeding-heart-liberal" universe can do no wrong. Amethyst also tried to chuck peri’s tablet in the ocean (see a theme here?) But because it made her metal powers work, ame is a big hero.

This show had some kindness to it at one point, but it’s all gone now. Instead of teaching kids to stand up against even the most mild injustice or showing how teamwork and clear communication are what make friendships and other relationships work, now they’re telling kids to listen to the bigot’s side of things and to be sensitive to that “opinion” even if you have the means to help the people it hurts (like why was no one worried about any of the people in the zoo? They had literally all of security on their side and they didn’t try to do a damned thing about those enslaved people!).

TL:DR su has gone rotten. It puts forth bad/abusive relationships as a cure all (especially for things that should never be treated like they can be cured {e.g. neurodivergance}) and espouses straight up racism.

P.S. the new Lars was super fucked up. He puts it best himself: “ I was acting weird all day and everyone just LIKED IT?!” I love how this show teaches kids to violate people’s bodily autonomy because they’re not happy, positive people all the time. It feels like there’s so much eugenics hiding in su and it’s made me really uncomfortable for a long time

OneRepublic sentences

Something I Need

  • “I had a dream the other night about how we only get one life.”
  • “I had the week that came from hell.”
  • “You got something I need.”
  • “In this world full of people, there’s one killing me.”
  • “If you only die once, I want to die with you.”
  • “Last night I thik I drank too much.”
  • “If we got nothing, we got us.”
  • “I know that we’re not the same.”
  • “I’m so damn glad we made it to this time.”
  • “If we only live once, I want to live with you.”

Counting Stars

  • “Lately I’ve been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be.”
  • “Swing my heart across the line.”
  • “Seek it out and ye shall find.”
  • “Old, but I’m not that old.”
  • “Young, but I’m not that bold.”
  • “I feel something so right doing the wrong thing.”
  • “Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.”
  • “I feel the love and feel it burn.”
  • “Hope is our four letter word.”
  • “I don’t think the world is sold and just doing what we’re told.”
  • “I feel something so wrong doing the right thing.”
  • “Everything that drowns me makes me want to fly.”
  • “Take that money watch it burn.”
  • “Sink into the river the lessons I learned.”

Love Runs Out

  • “I’ll be your light, your match, your burning sun.”
  • “We’ll feel alright ‘cause we’ll work it out.”
  • “I’ll be your ghost, your game, your stadium.”
  • “I’ll be doing this, if you ever doubt, until the love runs out.”
  • “I’ve got my mind made up and I can’t let go.”
  • “Got an angel on my shoulder, and Mephistopheles “
  • “Momma said ‘do what you want, say your prayers at night.’”
  • “I’m so devout.”
  • “I’m killing every second until it sees my soul.”
  • “We all want the same thing.”
  • “We all run for something.”

Secrets

  • “I need another story, something to get off my chest.”
  • “Need something that I can confess until my sleeves are stained red from all the truth that I’ve shed.”
  • “I’ve been on the brink.”
  • “Tell me what you want to hear.”
  • “I’m gonna give all my secrets away.”
  • “Amazing how we got this far, it’s like we’re chasing all those stars.”
  • “I don’t really like my flow.”
  • “Sick of all the insincere.”
  • “This time, don’t need another perfect lie.”
  • “Got no reason, got no shame.”
  • “Got no family I can’t blame.”
  • “Just don’t let me disappear.”
  • “I’mma tell you everything.”
  • “Don’t care if critics ever jump in line.”

I Lived

  • “Hope when you take that jump you don’t fear the fall.”
  • “Hope when the water rises, you built a wall.”
  • “Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay.”
  • “Hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad.”
  • “Hope that you don’t suffer but take the pain.”
  • “Hope when the moment comes you’ll say I did it all.”
  • “I owned every second that this world could give.”
  • “With every broken bone, I swear I lived.”
  • “Hope that you spend your days but they all add up.”
  • “Hope that when the sun goes down, you raise your glass.”
  • “I wish I could witness all your joy and all your pain.”
  • “I did it all.”

Feel Again

  • “I’ve been everywhere and back trying to replace everything that I’ve had ‘til my feel went numb.”
  • “Heart still beating but it’s not working.”
  • “I reach out trying to love but I feel nothing.”
  • “It’s been a long time coming since I’ve seen your face.”
  • “I’ve been everywhere and back trying to replace everything that I’ve broke ‘til my feet went numb.”
  • “But with you I feel again.”
  • “I’m feeling better ever since you’ve known me.”
  • “I was a lonely soul but that’s the old me.”
  • “A little wiser now from what you showed me.”

All The Right Moves

  • “We’re going down.”
  • “They’ve got it better than anyone’s told ya.”
  • “I’ll be the King of Heart, you’ll be the Queen of Spade.”
  • “We’ll fight for you like we were your soldiers.”
  • “I know we got it good.”
  • “The grass is looking greener each day.”
  • “I know things are looking up, but soon they’ll take us down before anyone’s knowing our names.”
  • “All the right friends in all the right places.”
  • “All the right moves in all the right places.”
  • “Everybody knows where we’re going.”
  • “Do you think I’m special?”
  • “Do you think I’m nice?””
  • “It can’t be possible that rain can fall only when it’s over our heads.”
  • “The sun is shining everyday but it’s so far away.”
  • “It don’t matter what you see, I know I could never be someone that’ll look like you.”
  • “It don’t matter what you say, I know I could never face someone that sounds like you.”
When You Come Home (Epilogue)

Part OneTwo, Three12 Days

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: The real finale.

Warnings: Just have fun, honestly.

Word Count: 12,303

AN:

Wow, you guys. That’s seriously all we can say. Like man, it’s been an adventure of a lifetime, lemme just say that. I mean, we can’t believe we wrote this entire thing (and that alone was so much fun, holy moly), but the fact that you guys enjoyed it?

We’re seriously so emotional. You guys have no idea.

Thank you so much to all of you that joined us on this journey. It’s been such an honor to receive such incredible, touching compliments on a daily basis, and we can’t stress how much we truly love you. Our hearts are so full of love for each and every one of you, and we’re so grateful to have been able to share a part of our hearts (and insanity) with you.

I can’t tell you how much yelling has been going on behind the scenes– Well, I’m sure y’all could imagine, but take whatever you’re imagining and multiply it by ten thousand. All of this yelling has been because of all of you (this is supposed to be a sweet sentiment, just take it, we’re hoarse, omg).

Again, thank you so much for your support, kindness, and love. We love you all so much. Thank you for making us two very happy dorky nerds. You’re all so amazing.

And so it’s with great pleasure that we present to you the epilogue.

- Team GTNW -

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As much as you wanted to jump right into the next chapter of your life with the absolute love of your life, you knew it was best to let time run its course. The two of you decided to spend some time apart to just let things rest for a while, to regroup and think about what comes next, to prepare for the journey that was to come.

You’d both come to the agreement that you’d spend the next two months living your own lives, submerging yourselves back in the mundanity of work, giving the universe a much needed break (or rather, maybe the universe needed to give you guys a break).

That was the plan. Except two weeks after your reunion on the fire escape, your phone dinged with a new text message.

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