it might take me time to make these though

anonymous asked:

Hi, so I'm seeing this psych due to anxiety, but they also looked for asd bc my mom kinda requested it. They now want to diagnose me with asd though i disagree, i think i actually have adhd. How do i make this clear, bc every time i want to say something important I A. Cant remember or B. Explain it with way too many words and just unclear. I have done a lot of research on adhd and it just seems to "fit" me better? Also i asked someone before and it might be this tblr but i cant remember

Write down the reasons why you think it’s more likely to be ADHD and take that with you when you see them next. Ask them if they could also assess you for ADHD, just to set your mind at ease. Hopefully that will help.

Good luck!


anonymous asked:

The part of the interview where Louis says he doesn't feel he's earned the status and wealth when compared to the average working class man, just makes me understand more why he does so much charity work, often anonymously and we only find out when the recipients come out to thank him. He donates his money & time, sponsors kids parties, families to stay at nice hotels & watch their concerts, or trips to Disneyland. Louis is trying to share his good fortune with others less fortunate and in need.

Whiteboard. Destiel, canon!verse, 1.3k. 
When you fail to say the words, there’s always the option to write it down.

For a while now, there has been a whiteboard in Dean’s room.

Cas often sees Dean use it; to organize clues for cases that he and Sam can’t quite solve, and to write down reminders, or to simply rearrange his thoughts. And, on rare occasions, to draw silly doodles to help him get his mind off of whatever supernatural disaster is next on the agenda.

Currently, aforementioned board is empty though, and Cas stares a hole in it, sitting on Dean’s bed, arms wrapped around his knees, his chin resting on his hands. Dean is there too, right beside him, lying on the other side of the bed, his back to Castiel, his shoulders tense. There might as well be some sort of invisible wall between them, and Cas absolutely hates it. Hates it whenever they fight like this, and what makes it even worse is that Dean refuses to talk. Whenever they have an argument he’ll snap at Castiel, once maybe twice, but after that, it’s usually the silent treatment.

And it makes Castiel feel powerless every time, because how can you fix something when you don’t even get a chance to plead your case?

Dean isn’t sleeping, Cas can tell from his breathing, harsh and uneven. Which must mean that Dean doesn’t like this either, and just like that, inspiration strikes.

“Dean?” Cas mutters quietly, but not unkindly.

A grunt from the other side of the bed.

“I know you’re angry, I know you’d rather not talk, but I thought that maybe…” Castiel pauses, trying to figure out which words to choose. “I thought that maybe we could write it down.”

There’s a huff from Dean, and Cas doesn’t know what to make of that, but he refuses to give up now. Slowly, he gets up from the bed, shuffling towards the whiteboard. He picks up one of the markers, a blue one, and starts writing.

He hears Dean move on the bed, probably getting up as well, and that’s what Cas had been counting on; Dean’s curiosity getting the best of him.

When Cas is done he puts down the marker, his eyes scanning the message one last time.

‘I apologize for what I did yesterday, I’m sorry I went after those rogue angels by myself without telling you. I didn’t want you to get dragged into my problems, and I feared it wasn’t safe for you to come with me. Which you would have, had I told you before I left.’

He hears a muffled sigh behind him, and he’s surprised to see Dean already standing right there. Dean rolls his eyes as he reads the message, but his face relaxes, and the green of his eyes is softer now. After a long moment, he theatrically picks up a marker as well, the green one, giving Castiel that face that says 'do we really have to do this?’

But Dean does it anyway, and writes a reply, the Dean Winchester way that Cas knows so well.

'I want you to drag me into your problems, you idiot, it’s not like I don’t drag you into mine. PS: you forgot to apologize for the part where you almost got killed. PPS: fine, apology accepted. Don’t ever do that again.’

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I am not a poet.
I am a scientist,
and there is nothing a scientist loves more
than the pursuit
of discovery

(requested by @elloette)

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you rec some good bottom!derek fics?

Hi there! Of course we will! You should also check our Bottom Derek tag!


The Unicorn In Me by Emela

Derek touches a Unicorn and it doesn’t try to kill him, despite the fact he is no longer a virgin. When Peter tells the pack about Kate, Stiles makes it his mission to give Derek the kind of relationship he deserves.

Mauve by bleep0bleep

It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.

Chasing The Twister by LadyDrace

Derek is needy and hates it. Stiles tries to help.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do Jughead climbing into Betty's window after 1x07 all distraught and crawling into bed with her?

Here you go, hope you like it! Not gonna lie I may or may not have teared up while writing this one lol. 

Jughead stood at the top of the ladder that led up to Betty’s bedroom, carefully sliding open the window that she had decided to leave unlocked the past few weeks in case he ever wanted to stop by. Without making a sound, Jughead climbed through the window and made his way across the room to find a motionless Betty tucked into her bed, her back facing him and shielding her face from his view.

“Juggie, what are you doing here?” Betty turned over in her bed to face him, sitting up in alarm at the forlorn look on his face. “Is everything okay?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologized, tiptoeing across the room to take a seat next to her on the bed. “I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Betty admitted, lowering her head back onto the pillow as she watched Jughead toss his jacket onto the chair next to him before turning back to look at her. “Too much to think about, you know?”

“Yeah,” he muttered, his voice thick with sadness as he leaned back onto the bed. “I do.”

“Jug, something’s wrong, I can tell,” Betty prompted, reaching out to place a gentle hand on his chest. “You can talk to me.”

“It’s just all this stuff with my dad,” he explained, his eyes locked on the ceiling as he tried to find the words to explain what he was feeling. “I wanted so badly to believe him today, when he said he was going to get his life together. I wanted to believe that he was better. But things are always going to be like this. I’m always going to be alone.”

“You are not alone, okay?” Betty assured him, propping herself up on one elbow and scooting closer to him on the bed.“I know that’s not what you meant, but Juggie, you have Archie and Mr. Andrews, you have your friends at school, and even if they’re not with you right now, you still have your mother and sister.”

Jughead turned his head slightly on the pillow so that he was face to face with Betty, her eyes full of concern as she took his hand in hers.

“And no matter what, you will always have me,” she promised him. “I am always going to be here for you.”

“I know that,” Jughead whispered, his brows drawing together as he fought back the tears that he knew were imminent and refused to let them pop up at the corners of his eyes. “And I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you, but-”

“But what?”

“Am I not enough for him?” Jughead’s voice broke as he finally let the tears begin to fall. “Am I not enough of a reason to just try a little harder and be the father I need him to be? It just makes me think that - that I’m not worth anything.”

“Hey, look at me,” Betty sat up in the bed quickly and lifted herself onto the pillows to take Jughead’s face in her hands. “That is not true. You are important, Jughead, and your life is worth everything to the people who care about you. And even though he struggles to show it sometimes, your father is one of those people. He loves you, and he wants to make things right, I can feel it.”

“I just wish he’d show it, you know?” Jughead’s voice wavered, his bottom lip quivering as he let Betty gently stoke his hair away from his face. “Prove to me that he cares about what happens to me.”

“He will,” Betty assured him. “He will, Juggie. It just might take him some time.”

“Yeah,” Jughead breathed, lifting his head from Betty’s embrace and lowering it to rest on the cool pillow. “Do you mind if I just lie here for awhile? I haven’t been able to sleep much lately for obvious reasons. Plus, Archie snores so…”

“Really?” Betty’s jaw dropped, her smile causing the weight pressing on Jughead’s heart to lift ever so slightly. “I’m totally using that as blackmail if he ever catches me on a bad day.”

“Well if you do, you didn’t hear it from me,” Jughead said, his eyes lighting up and his lips twitching up into the faintest smile.  

“And you can stay as long as you’d like by the way,” Betty offered, turning on her side so that she was face to face with Jughead on the pillow. “I like being here with you, like this. It makes everything feel lighter somehow, like the world isn’t so scary if we’re together. I know that probably doesn’t make any sense, but-”

“It makes perfect sense,” Jughead said quickly, his gaze locking in on hers and never wavering. “Whenever I’m feeling like this, being with you is the only thing that makes me feel normal. It’s the only thing that makes me feel safe. And it’s the only place I want to be.”

“Ditto,” Betty whispered, lacing her fingers through his and resting their hands comfortably between them on the bed.

They lay in silence for what seemed like hours, listening to the steady rhythm of the other’s breathing and reaching an inner stillness that neither of them knew they needed. Soon, Jughead’s eyelids began to droop and his fingers loosened in Betty’s hand.

“Goodnight, Juggie,” Betty breathed, her words barely escaping her lips as she lifted her head to lightly kiss the top of Jughead’s forehead.

For the first time in weeks, both Betty and Jughead felt at peace enough to drift into a dreamless sleep, leaving their problems to be worried about another day. Everything was okay - everything was better - when they were by each other’s side. If only for a moment.

Hacker - Avengers x Reader

Originally posted by geekcomics

Words: 1062
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers
Warnings: hacking, mention of guns and fighting
Requested by @fandomstucklover87love
can you do a image were the reader is a new member to the team and shes like 13 nd shes there cuz she hacked tony ? and yes is kind of like my story but I love the way you wright
Authors Note: i loved your story idea man i couldn’t wait to hear more of it, honestly :) GUYS IM GETTING SO CLOSE TO 5000 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU. 

Age was not specified. Just says “kid” a few times, but age does not matter unless you have a problem with kid” :)

Avengers Masterlist. Masterlist.

“I never thought I’d see the day where Tony is losing money instead of gaining it,” Clint walked into Tony’s lab.

“We’re not talking about it,” Tony grumbled.

Clint tried to hold in his laughter when he saw the statistics on his computer. The number was dropping by thousands in a matter of seconds. Tony didn’t know how to fix it, and he had no idea why everything was dropping. He never spends this much money at once, and he knows how to invest, why was it going down?

He called Pepper to see if there were any problems he didn’t know about, and when even she was freaking out, he knew this problem was far above them. Something was going on behind the scenes that he didn’t know about, and he had no idea how to solve it. “I don’t just lose money. And if I do, it’s definitely not that fast.”

“I’ll check with Natasha, she might have an idea of what might be happening,” Clint suggested and walked out.

“FRIDAY,” Tony started, “Do you have the report yet?”

“Yes, sir,” FRIDAY began, “There seems to be tampering on the-”

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Quartet Night Live Evolution Pamphlet Interview Translation

I’ve seen some of the scans of the photos going around but nothing about the interview part and as a QN trash i am, here i am translating it!

But first let me translate what these seiyuus wrote on their respective sign
Morikubo Showtaro: Tonight for sure, EVOLUTION!!
Suzuki Tatsuhisa: For everyone’s sake
Aoi Shouta: From now on, forever
Maeno Tomoaki: We are Quartet Night!

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Inspired by his love of the outdoors, artist and Head Screen Printer Jonny Alexander’s work incorporates Nature, landscapes, and its objects/processes, creating large open landscapes to cross sectional terrestrial islands sometimes floating in space, surrounded by oceans, or inhabiting surreal terrains.  Devoid of humans and human interactions, his visual narratives do, however, reflect his own “existential quandaries” or spotlight the human consequences to the environment as in a 2016 mural he created with the Pangeaseed: SeaWalls Murals in New Zealand.  We’re super excited to chat with Jonny about his art school experiences, his love of the outdoors, as well as his work ethic and tenacious attitude, all in this session of Art School. 

Photographs courtesy of the artist

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anonymous asked:

So you know how there are different kinds of drunk (like funny, suave, whiny, etc.) What are your headcannons on the UT, US, and UF skelebro drunk behaviors?


It’s no surprise that Sans is a funny joke.  His puns get better when he’s drunk, and he’s more liable to use his magic to pull pranks.  He also loses his concept of personal space because he’s a friendly drunk.  

But if you catch him on the wrong day, you might catch a glimpse of his fatalism before he realizes what he’s saying.


Whenever he’s drunk, he tells puns and doesn’t make any sense half the time.  He’ll ask questions about everything around him.  "WHY IS THE SUN HOT??  WHY IS IT SO DIFFICULT FOR ME TO SWIM?  WHY IS THE NICE CREAM GUY SO NICE??“

If he gets really drunk, though, he might let on to his inner insecurities–especially regarding friendships and his desire to be popular.  


He’s a super flirtatious drunk, but if you catch him in the wrong mood, he’s liable to let on about his issues with depression.  Most of the time, however, he’s the type that’ll take his shirt off and get extra handsy.   He also happens to enjoy dancing when he’s drunk.  


A drunk Edge is an impulsive Edge.  He’s more irritable than usual when he’s drunk, but he’s also less guarded.  You can learn about his secrets/actual feelings with enough prodding, and this is the time when he’s most liable to kick his tsundere nature to the curb and make a move.


Blueberry is a whiny drunk that will end up seeking attention.  He ends up being clingy, and you can barely get a word in without him interrupting with a burst of loud thought.  He starts off his drunkenness being even more energetic than usual, but by the end of the night, he conks out hard.


Stretch is a suave drunk.  He’s pretty much himself, just with better lines–because he’s not holding back.  He likes touching hair if he’s around anyone that has any that’s human-like.  He also gets more in your personal space and is more likely to slip an arm around you and end up falling asleep.  

anonymous asked:

A reaction/scenario of being put in charge/mentoring a 13 or 14 y/o trainee for the members Hoshi, Jun, Woozi, and Minghao. Basically just how they'd treat her and how they'd act, just stuff like that. I saw someone request something similar on another blog and thought I'd request it here! :)

I think this is somewhere between a reaction and a scenario - hope you like it 😘 ♥ I wasn’t sure what kind of things you wanted included exactly so here you go!!


  • would honestly feel like such a big brother, and even you’d be able to feel it! 
  • upon hearing the news that he’d be put in charge to mentor you, the main thought in his mind would be “Am I cut out to do this?” but at the latest when he’s met you, he gains some confidence
  • you’d get along really well, at least after the initial ice has been broken
  • he’d take pride in mentoring you, and would make sure he gives you the best mentoring possible!
  • of course, he’d also be a bit strict in the sense that he wants you to get as good as you want to become and you have potential for
  • which is also why, at the beginning, he’d probably ask you about your goals and who you look up to, so that he’d have an idea of what he’s dealing with in that sense
  • answer “I look up to you” and he’s sold
  • he’d treat you like a friend, but he’d honestly always keep in mind that you’re quite young, so he’d in a way be more careful with his words than he’d be with someone older
  • not to mention that he’s even more caring towards you than others
  • and all in all he’d take really good care of you and always make sure you’re eating and sleeping enough (well, as “enough” as you can as a trainee)
  • so he regularly sends you messages like “Have you remembered to eat?” etc, and if you say you’ve been too busy practicing or something he’ll send you an angry sticker lmao
  • “Eat or I won’t mentor you tomorrow.”
  • it’d be followed with a laughing emoji tho, you know he’s rarely serious about that (but he is serious about eating)
  • Jun would also be quite honest in his feedback, at least after the very beginning where he’d probably still be a bit too reserved to be 100% honest about it
  • but it wouldn’t take him long to give you an honest evaluation and point out exactly where you still need to improve and focus on that
  • always makes sure you know when you’ve improved and that you also know just how proud he is of you
  • with some experience on getting feedback on it, he’d also teach you to focus on your expressions when you get good enough with a song


  • would be so excited to hear that he’d get to mentor you!
  • like literally as soon as he’s told about it, he’d be smiling really brightly and ask when he’ll start
  • upon meeting you, he’d want to get to know you, but he’d also want to see your level
  • so prepare to show your singing and dancing pretty much righ there and then
  • he’d watch carefully and take mental note of your strengths and weaknesses, after which he’d also ask you what you thought your strengths and weaknesses were
  • admits that he’s probably more help in dancing than in singing, and just laughs when you assure him that he’ll be able to help you with singing without a problem, too
  • Soonyoung would make practice as fun as he can while still making sure you get everything out of his lessons, and he’d feel so proud when he sees the progress you’re making
  • would ruffle your hair quite a lot, especially when you’ve been practicing for several hours straight and you’re sitting on the floor, panting while drinking your water
  • “You’re doing amazing, kiddo.”
  • would definitely help you find your own style if you didn’t have it already, and there’s no doubt that your confidence would grow a lot under his mentoring
  • much like Jun, he’d also be quite honest with his feedback - he wants you to know your flaws so that you can work on them and only get better
  • he’d get quite attached to you in the sense that he feels responsible for you, and does his best not to overwork you
  • shows his affection similarly like he does with Chan, and dotes on you a lot
  • ok I feel like they’d all make sure you’re good and healthy and taking care of yourself
  • like “Show me a proof that you’re eating well and I’ll teach you a cool move” and all that


  • would definitely be intrigued when he’s told that he’d be mentoring you
  • it’d be his first time mentoring anyone and he’d feel a bit confused about what he’s supposed to do, but when you start working together all pieces just fall to place
  • the age gap would be felt, though, but like most of them, he’d also more or less get that big brother feel to him
  • the beginning might be a bit awkward, with him not exactly all that open with new people and you finding him rather intimidating, but little by little you get closer and more comfortable with each other
  • with Woozi tho, you get the perfect 2 in 1 deal - singing and dancing are both included under his mentoring, among everything else
  • out of all 4 he’d be the most straightforward with his feedback, but he wouldn’t word it as sharply as he probably would with like, another Seventeen member
  • but that’s not to say he won’t be almost brutally honest
  • Jihoon would treat you kindly and always makes sure he’s not asking for too much from you, while still being the most demanding of the 4
  • for at least every other lesson, he’d ask you if there was something specific you wanted to learn, like a move, technique, song or that kind of things, and then you’d work on those
  • teaches you how to sing without straining your voice too much and is happy and proud when he hears the change (and when you excitedly tell him that your throat doesn’t get sore anymore)
  • treats you out to meals quite often
  • also wants to get feedback from you, too, so that he knows how to help you better
  • would also tell you some stories from his own trainee days, especially when he feels like you might need some kind of reassurance
  • “You’re still really young, Y/N, and I really hope you know just how bright of a future you have ahead of you. Just keep working hard and doing your best, okay?
  • and other inspirational words that always remind you of why you’re training in the first place
  • might not vocally tell you just how much he cares for you but it’s obvious in how he always makes sure you’re doing and feeling alright, even if he does that sorta discreetly
  • such a great mentor honestly :(


  • he’s the closest to your age and would probably be the one to befriend you the most in the actual sense of friend
  • but there’d still be the whole aura of “they’re younger than me I must be a good role model” around lmao
  • would, similarly to Jun, consider if he’s actually able to mentor you, but he likes new challenges so he accepts it 
  • in a way the opposite of Jihoon’s, Minghao would be rather soft with his feedback
  • like naturally he’ll tell you what you still need to work on but he always explains it super gently 
  • he’s also very patient with his training, and will gladly show moves to you as many times as you need to get it
  • dotes on you like the others, and often hugs you as well
  • much like Soonyoung, he’d also do his best to make practice fun
  • each lesson he’ll probably learn about as much as you do, since he’s not the most experienced when it comes to teaching others
  • so while you get good at dancing and everything else important, he gets better and better at helping you out
  • doesn’t really scold you when you make mistakes and instead just laughs it off like “Oh no no Y/N this is how it goes.”
  • having felt a lot of homesickness during his days as a trainee and even after debut, naturally, he’d make sure you know that you could always talk to him if you ever felt upset or homesick
  • meaning you’d probably have long talks after practice at times, with the two of you sitting on the floor and you probably hugging your knees and Minghao hugging you comfortingly and telling you it’d all be okay
  • you’d get really close to him and he’d always make sure you feel comfortable around him (probably even gets you some treats every now and then)
  • but yeah he’d treat you really well honestly like he’d be your good friend but also your mentor and you’d enjoy every lesson with him
  • if you’re lucky you learn some Chinese on the side
  • he’d quite likely also teach you some b-boying if you had interest or former experience in it
  • “Perhaps we can show our skills off together someday.”

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Divided We Fall

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Request: I was thinking maybe the reader is Tony’s daughter and her and Bucky have a thing going and then Civil War takes place and the reader is laying there after getting the living Christ beaten out of her by Steve and she watches as Tony gets double teamed by Cap and Bucky and she uses all of her strength to get up and intervene and persuade Bucky to stop

A/N: YES, TWO IMAGINES IN A DAY. Do not expect this to become a habit… So I decided to write part one about how Bucky and the reader (along with the others) feel about this situation and how it affects them. I also tried to bring up some emotions. I just wanted some kind of a backstory and not jump right into the part about Tony and the reader fighting Steve and Bucky. Now, I haven’t even started to write the second part so if you want to know when it’s posted, tell me so I can add you to the tag list for this imagine! (It might take a lot of time) Hopefully you’ll like this one… It does get sad, though. I may have gone a little too dramatic but… oh well

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 4,174

Warning(s): ANGST, mentions of sex, some making out

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Valkyrie has the vapours

Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post.  Here’s my report from the front lines.  (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.)  You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.

THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME:  I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning.  Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection.  After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat.  Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.

WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY?  Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be.  I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait.   We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited.  Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time.  Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.

OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!  Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium.  The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes.  I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready.  Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded.  I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.

GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE?  The convention organizers came across as very disorganized.  Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter.  That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions.  All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions.  By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.

A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE:  I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops.  For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling.  There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area.  I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line.  You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth.  You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!”  *click* “NEXT!”  Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly.  You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye.  "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!”  It’s over.  You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably.  Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon.  Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them.  Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember).  He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…).  He’s also thinner than I expected.  Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1.  (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust.  She glows. It was all a blur.  I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped.  I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time. 

“THAT IS SO COOL!”  On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait.  They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say.  A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set!  (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…)  There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way.  I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K.  I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid.  I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with.  She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree.  Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk.  I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!”  She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community.  Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table.  She even made a little sqeeing noise.  Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit.  No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.

After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner.  And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you.  I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂  And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.

Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story.  It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person.  For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own.  Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help.  We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later. 

tl:dr  Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women.  Mwah!

Rent-a-Boyfriend™ Drabble

Read the original: Rent-a-Boyfriend™
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Words: 1.7k
Genre: Fluff. Lots of it. 
I know this fic is a favourite amongst all of you and though I don’t have any ideas for an entire sequel, I hope this will suffice. 

You’re scared for your life.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic but you can’t call yourself over the top when Taehyung’s your boyfriend.

And recently you learnt how much he loves to celebrate holidays.

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BTS’ Reaction to Their Girlfriend Coming Out As Transgender

[Female to Male] // for anon <3


He would be a little surprised at first, not really knowing what to say. When he finally spoke up, his words warmed your heart.

“It might take a bit of time for me to adjust with pronouns and a new name but I need you to know that I’ll love and support you unconditionally. You’re still my baby.” 

He pulled you in for a warm and loving hug, resting his chin on your head and rubbing circles into your back.

Originally posted by jjilljj


He would understand that this was something big and a lot of things would need to change, but he didn’t know why you were so scared to tell him. He was very open with his bisexuality with you since the very start of your relationship, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t love you anymore (not that he could ever stop loving you anyway).

“I’m so glad you told me, but I don’t wanna make a big deal out of this, because there’s really nothing to make any fuss about. It’s simple - before you were my baby girl, and now your my baby boy. Actually, you’ve always been my baby boy. There’s been a few times where I could tell that you hinted towards not being comfortable as female. There’s nothing to worry about, babe. I love you and I’ll never stop loving you as long as I live. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Originally posted by stonedbitcheslovecupcakes


While he read the letter you wrote for him, the concentration in his eyes was almost intimidating. You sat across from him on the bed, pulling at the ends of your sleeves. He put the letter down and took your hand in his, wiggling forward to sit closer to you.

“Listen to me,” he wiped a tear from your cheek, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Period. If you think that this changes the way I feel about you, you’re wrong. Girl, guy, goldfish - no matter what you indentify as, I’ll still love and care for you. Now, why don’t we go to the mall and buy you some new clothes, my handsome prince?”

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

He would already know a bit about what transgender was, so you wouldn’t need to explain that aspect of it to him. He would probably ask a lot of questions, wanting to know when you were comfortable with switching your pronouns to male ones. 

“This may seem really big and scary to you, but it’s actually just a small part of you when you look at it in perspective. You’re still the most energetic, happiest and gorgeous human being I’ve ever met. The only difference is, people are going to see you and address you as your true self; a guy. And if they don’t - I’m gonna break their fucking noses.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


“So, let me get this right. You feel as though you were born in the wrong body, and you want to transition to be male. That’s perfectly okay, Jagi! I’ve read a lot about this stuff and I know there’s loads of people who feel the same way! Maybe you can make some transgender friends? Having people around you who’re going through the same thing could really help.” 

There would be nothing but love from him, and he’d be very eager to help you pick out a new hair cut or a new style that you like.

Originally posted by tbhobi


It might take a few times to explain everything and for him to fully understand, but he would be 100% supportive and want to be there with you in every step of your transition.

“I’ve got a boyfriend now, that’s so cool,” he giggled, trying to make you more comfortable with a bit of humour, “have you thought about names yet? I like Taehyung 2.0.” 

You both laughed as you playfully hit his arm, the two of you now cuddling on your shared bed.

“I love you so much.” He whispered while drawing cirlces with his finger on your back.

Originally posted by jitonic


He would most likely beat himself up for not noticing sooner.

“Jagi, I wish you wouldn’ve told me before now…you’ve been suffering silently,” he pouted, thinking about all the times he called you “baby girl” and now noticing how your face fell slightly upon hearing the pet name. Once you reassured him that it was okay, and that now he could call you baby boy instead, he ended up getting very sappy and spending the rest of the night listing off every reason why he loved you.

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

- angus  ♡ ♡ ♡

Reign VI (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 2118

Summary: Royal AU: the reader is a princess next in line to take the throne. Bucky is a knight that has been put in charge of taking care of and protecting the reader.

Warnings: none

A/N: Some more Reign coming at YOU. I’m sorry but I really want to marry bucky and it hurts a lot.


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Better View // Jeon Jungkook


the prompt: Is it okay to request one? It’s a Jeon Jungkook one. The reader is looking out at the Han River taking pictures and Jungkook is passing by, but gets distracted by her beauty.

words: 1199

category: fluff featuring fond!jungkook

author note: this was so fun to write. It’s basically just one thousand words of jungkook falling in love so I hope you like it!

- destinee

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The One With A Betrayal

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Your parents had been a part of the Circle and after their death, you’d joined, living within the ranks of the Institute until the day finally comes when you have to betray everyone you love, including your boyfriend, Alec. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! 

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)


“Where are you going?” Alec asks, winding his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I inhale sharply, my skin tingling as he presses a kiss to my cheek.

“I got a transfer to Idris.”

“W-what?” Alec frowns, pulling away. He turns me by my shoulders to face him, “Y-you’re kidding, right?” he laughs nervously.

I shake my head.

“Well, I’ll talk to my mother – get it revoked,” he says quickly, heading for the door. I pull him back by the arm, “I put the request in,” I say quietly. He narrows his eyes.


His face was filled with a sudden confusion, “Because of Jace?”

“Yes, because of Jace,” I say – it wasn’t completely untrue, “Valentine took him while he was with me, Alec. I couldn’t even protect him.”

“You tried,” he says.

I didn’t. It was why I had to leave now. Before they rescued Jace and everyone found out.

“Not hard enough,” I sigh, walking to my wardrobe and tossing a bundle of clothes into my suitcase, “Everyone’s looking at me funny.”

“Tensions are just high,” he tried to reassure me, “Everyone just wants him back and hey-“ he says, taking my hands in his when I turn away, “There’s no way we can find him without you. You’re the best at the Institute – you have been since we were kids – that doesn’t change just because you made a mistake.”

My thoughts wander back to memories of growing up with Alec, Izzy and Jace – they’d become my family so quickly. How could I leave them behind now?

I knew I hadn’t done the right thing but there was no changing it.

I pull my hands out of his, zipping up the suitcase, “I’ll send for the rest of my stuff,” I say.

“Y/N,” he frowns, “I won’t be able to see you if you’re in Idris. How – how can I not see you every day?” he mumbles, resting a hand on my cheek, “I love you – distance won’t change that – but I can’t lie, not being able to kiss you-“ he trails a finger over your lips, “And hold you-“

“Alec, stop,” I say, pressing a hand against his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He reluctantly let’s go.

“Once I’m in Idris, I don’t think you and I should… stay together.”

“You’re breaking up with me?”

He was almost laughing, “That’s ridiculous,” he scoffs, “Just because Idris is far away it doesn’t mean we have to break up,” he rolls his eyes, picking up a paper weight and tossing it up in the air. As it comes down and lands in his palm, he smiles at me, “That’s why portals exist.”

“You don’t get it, Alec,” I sigh. His willingness to do whatever it takes for us to stay together only made everything harder.

“I want to break up,” I say, trying to keep a hardened expression as he frowns, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

“No,” he shakes his head. A few tears escape his eyes and he wipes them away with the back of his hand, “Wha – no!” he says in disbelief, “I get you’re going through a hard time – but you don’t need to punish yourself by pushing my away.”

I run my fingers through my hair, picking up my suitcase with one hand, “It’s over, Alec.”

I could hear him bounding down the hallway after me but I keep walking, faster and faster until we’re in the main control centre, hoping he won’t make a scene in front of so many people.

I was across the foyer and despite telling myself not to, I turn around to look at him, standing across the room, shaking his head; crying.

People were watching us.

“Please don’t,” he says. I inhale sharply and turn around, his face etched in my mind as I leave.

It had been days since I left the Institute to go to the one in Idris, but the minute I stepped out, all I wanted to do was run back into the comforting arms of Alec and tell him everything.

Tell him how I had demon blood in me, just like Jace did in him. Tell him how my parents were Circle members, and unlike his own parents, they never reformed; that right before they died, they left me the task of helping Valentine.

I’d never understood how they weren’t found out – living in the wall of the Institute, still covertly helping Valentine rise to power. Once they were dead, making sure they rested in peace was on my shoulders. I was only 10 – I’d grown up with whispered teachings of the Circle – never to be revealed to those around me in the Institute. But with that influence removed from my life, I had the option to pick whether to continue their betrayal or to make a new life for myself with Alec, Izzy and Jace.

I picked wrong, I knew that now. I knew it the minute I let Valentine take Jace.

In fact, I knew it before then. I knew it since I was 14 and Alec asked me out. I shouldn’t have said yes. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. But I did, and it changed everything.

I thought that maybe doing this one task for valentine, letting him take Jace and covering it up – I thought it would earn me my freedom, but I only earned his trust and praise and an invitation to properly join him in his ranks.

I couldn’t do it though – I had planned to go to him and not to Idris – to tell him I wanted out.

I knew now that I had to get Jace back. Prove my loyalty to the Clave and most importantly, to Alec.

I’d been camped out in a motel not far from where the boat was docked. I knew that Valentine would portal me in eventually, I just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.

I was waiting for the vending machine to spit out my chocolate bar when I heard a low rumble behind me. I could feel the Circle’s insignia stinging on my neck – revealing itself after so long.

“It’s good to see you,” Valentine’s voice echoes across the carpark. He was standing by a portal, a witch by his side.

I swallow hard.

“Your parents will be as proud of your loyalty as I am grateful for it,” he says with a twisted smile, “I’ll give you a minute to gather your belongings,” he says, “But we should get going.”

I nod, heading toward my room, his eyes burning holes into the back of my head. I pull the door shut behind me, leaning against it, my breathing jagged.

I wanted nothing more than to run away but I knew now it was my job to bring Jace back. I owed it to Alec; to everyone.

“It was you.”

I open my eyes to find Alec inches from me, “It was you all along. You let them take Jace,” he spits.

I’d never seen his eyes so angry.

“What did you think, I’d never find out?” he growls. I could feel his breath against my face.

“Alec, let me explain,” I say softly, afraid Valentine would hear us.

“Don’t bother,” he scoffs, grabbing you by the arm and pulling the door open. He pulls out a switchblade, holding it against your neck as he forces you outside.

Valentine smirks at the sight of Alec.

“Where’s Jace?!” Alec yells, tightening his grip around me, “Tell me of I swear to god I’ll slit her throat.” He presses the blade further into my neck and I feel it pierce my skin slightly.

“I don’t think you will,” Valentine says, shaking his head, “I know all about you and your relationship with her.”

“Well, it was all a lie, wasn’t it?!” Alec shouts, “She means nothing to me now.”

There was a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach as the words left his lips.

“If you kill her, Jace will be dead within seconds,” Valentine says, “So I suggest you move that blade away while you still can.”

Alec grunts, moving it but still holding me against him, his arm across my shoulders, “Let him go.”

Valentine gives me a slow nod and I knew what it meant. Everyone knew I was the best fighter at the Institute, and if I failed to get away from Alec, he would know my loyalties weren’t with him.

“I’m sorry Alec,” I mumble before elbowing him hard in the gut. As though anticipating it, he hits me hard and I fall to the floor for a moment before getting back on my feet.

“You don’t want to fight me,” I say. I was hoping my eyes would convey the message that I was on his side but there was little to no chance he’d believe me even if they did.

“Trust me, that’s all I want,” he spits back bitterly. He takes a swing and I duck, hitting his face. As he stumbles backwards, I kick under his legs, sending him to the floor. I pull my arm back but Valentine interrupts.

“Enough,” he chuckles, “Let’s go.”

I was crying, looking down at Alec but he just stares at me with a hardened expression.

I wipe my face with my sleeve and go through the portal – not looking back. I didn’t deserve to see him until I freed Jace.

The ship was large but it still felt crowded when I was surrounded by people I didn’t know. Valentine kept me close by his side – informing me of tasks and vendettas.

“And what about, Jace?” I ask, stiffly, “Has he conformed?”

“No, but it shouldn’t be too hard,” Valentine shrugs. He pauses, tilting his head, “Maybe you can help.”


“Seeing you might make him understand this better,” he nods thoughtfully. I try not to show my relief at learning the location of Jace.

He was concealed but Valentine lifts the charm, allowing me to see him – strung from the ceiling and covered in blood. I restrain myself from showing emotion even though my heart bleeds knowing I had put him in this position.

“Clear the room,” Valentine yells, “Take your time with this. It’s important,” he says to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nod, waiting for everyone to leave before approaching him.

I untie his hands and he drops to the floor with a groan, clutching his side. I activate his healing rune and the minute it kicks in, he pins me to the floor.

“I know you’re angry,” I say. He shoves me harder against the floor and I lay flat, not fighting him.

“You fucking betrayed all of us,” he spits, “I should kill you.”

“You should,” I agree, “And you can if you want – just let me get you out of here.”

“Nice try,” he leers, “There’s no way out of here. The boat has a barrier spell,” he glares at me, “Maybe I’ll just throw you at it and watch you turn to dust.”

“I’ve been here for a few days and I’ve found someone who can help us but you have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” he laughs darkly, “You think anyone will trust you when I tell them who you are?”

“They already know,” I sighs, knowing full well that Alec had probably already told everyone and that there was most likely a kill order on me.

“Wait, Alec-“ his eyes widen.

“Hates me,” I finish for him, “But believe it or not, I do love him, Jace. And I want to make this right, so just let me get you out of here.”

He let’s go of me hesitantly, “How?”

“Just follow me upstairs and tell your father you’re ready to comply, that you heard what I had to say and you’re willing to see if it’s true.”


“Just trust me,” I plead. He nods, following me back up. Valentine smiles at the sight of us, “So? Have we come to an understanding?”

I turn to Jace, giving him a reassuring nod.

“Yes,” Jace says, “Y/N made her case and I’m – I’m not entirely convinced but I’m willing to let you try change my mind,” he says. He was a commendable actor; convincing.

Valentine nods, looking sort of relieved which was different form his usual poker face.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down,” he says to me. I nod, trying to seem modest.

“I’ll go get Dorathea,” he says, “Get you officially branded in,” he says, tracing a finger over his Circle insignia.

I place a hand over my own on my neck, “On the count of three,” I whisper to him once Valentine is on the other side of the deck.

I take his hand in mind.

I could see Dot sneaking towards the railing, away from Valentine’s vision. She gives me a nod, making a hole in the barrier.

“Run!” I say. The sound of us running captures Valentine’s attention. I hear a knife whizzing through the air and feel it hit me in my abdomen, causing me to let go of Jace’s hand.

“Jump!” I yell.

He stares at me hesitantly as I scramble to my feet, “Go, I’m coming!”

He nods, jumping first, knowing his priority was to get back. I jump after him, just as the gap closes. My body hits the water with a slam and despite flailing my arms around, I continue to sink, feeling the water fill my lungs.

“Jace?!” Alec exclaims as he stumbles through the doors on the Institute, beaten and bloody.

Jace throws his arms around Alec and sort of falls limp in his arms. Alec pulls his arm round his shoulder, supporting him as they walk.

“How did you escape?”

“Y/N,” Jace groans, wincing as he walks.

Alec’s jaw tenses.

Jace notices and sighs, “She scarified herself for me.”

“W-what?” Alec frowns, “What do you mean?”

“Valentine threw a knife and it got her. I don’t know if she jumped into the water after I did… and if she did – Alec, she couldn’t have made it. I barely did.”

“Why would she-“

“Because she loves you,” Jace sighs, “She was just trying to do right by her parents – they had her brainwashed. Valentine told me all about it and at first I was mad – I hated her, probably as much as you do but Alec, she risked her life to get me back to you.”

Alec’s fists were balled up by his sides once he sets Jace down on a bed in the infirmary, joined by Isabelle.

“Oh thanks god you’re alright,” she gushes, hugging him. He winces and she sighs, “Sorry.”

“You have to go after her, Alec,” Jace mutters, “You have to at least find y/n’s body.”

“Body?!” Isabelle asks with wide eyes, “I thought she was going to Idris… what happened?”

Alec glares at Jace as though not to say anymore.

He hadn’t told anyone who you were yet. Because he didn’t want a kill order on you. Because h still loved you and didn’t want you to get hurt despite what you did.

But it didn’t matter now. If what Jace was saying was true, you had died thinking he didn’t love you and was willing to kill you back in that parking lot at the motel.

“I’ll find her,” Alec says through gritted teeth, walking out.

I believed I deserved a death much worse than peacefully closing my eyes on a deserted beach. White sand between my fingers and a cold breeze hitting my face. Somewhere in the warmth of the sun, I could feel Alec.

Every part of my body stung.

I pull the knife out – It didn’t matter if I bled out now. I close my eyes and I feel cold wash over me – something blocking out the sun which had been so warm before.

“No, no, no,” Alec mumbles, taking my face in his hands. My eyes flutter open to find him couching beside me, cradling my body in his arms. He presses a hand to my stomach, keeping pressure on the stab wound.

“Why did you take the knife out?” he asks in frustration. If he had run faster, maybe he couldn’t stopped you.

“I don’t deserve to live after what I did,” I say. I didn’t even know if he was real. His touch was too kind for someone who had been betrayed.

“Don’t say that,” he says, moving hair out of my face, “I’m going to get you back.”

“To the Institute? No,” I shake my head. I didn’t want to see the look of betrayal and distrust on everyone’s face, “They all hate me.”

“No one hates you,” he reassures me, “They all think you saved Jace. That’s all they know.”

I sigh in relief, “Jace made it back?”

“Thanks to you,” he says, scooping me up in his arms. I wriggle out of them, dropping to the floor and writhing in pain as I do.

“Just let me help you,” he pleads, trying to pick me up again despite me pushing against him, “Y/N, stop!”

I struggle to stand, stumbling away from him. He winds his arms around my waist from behind, holding me against him, “Let me take you back, get you some help. I told you, you have nothing to worry about – nobody knows.”

I shake my head, sobbing.

“What are you so scared of?” he asks, steadying me and turning me to face him.

“You,” I whimper, “I’d rather be dead than live knowing how much you hate me – how much I hurt you.”

He sighs, pulling me against his chest and holding me so tight I can barely budge, “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you,” he mumbles against my hair. I relax against his chest.

I could feel us being portalled back but I don’t fight against him. When I open my eyes, we’re in the infirmary.

“Let me go get someone,” he says. I shake my head, tugging on his sleeve, “Don’t leave,” I mumble. He takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles, “I can’t very well let you bleed out all over the floor – I just got you back.”

“Mmm,” I hum. Despite feelings aches in every part of my body, I already felt like I was healing just being close to Alec again.

“I don’t know how the two of you just made bleeding to death sound romantic.”

Jace’s voice sends us both splitting apart and it’s only then I notice him stretched out on a bed a few metres away from us.

“But I’d really rather you didn’t die,” he says, looking at me, “It’d be hard to thank a corpse for saving my life.”

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Jinyoung loosens his tie as he settles at his desk. It’s been two years since the disappearance. Even with search teams, his mission never succeeded. The locked away drawer at his desk holds all of the past and as tempted as he is to get a glimpse of it, he fears of the emotions it’ll bring him.

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Part 4

“The doctors say he shattered L4 through S1, extreme laceration to the spinal cord.  Probably would be looking at some form of paralysis,” Tony explained to Natasha quietly as the two stood overlooking the compound lawn, “but she fixed it.  She fixed it and almost gave her own life because it’s what I wanted her to do.”

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