like an earthquake i will come

  • Kaz: I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together — knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.
  • Matthias: Meeting you was a disaster. But I am grateful for that disaster. I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide.
  • ...
  • Jesper: I don’t know! Maybe I liked your stupid face.
mind fantasy

aries mercury: explosive mind; the roars of supernovas, vibrations of earthquakes, visionary warrior of light. Battle cry of the Will 

taurus mercury: wistful memories and soul words of wisdom coming from a mind as solid as the ancient wood and as sweet as blossoms. the voice of an angels melody 

gemini mercury: butterfly child dancing in the wind. mind filled with cerebral surges and conveying messages through curious chatter and child-like wisdom. breathless voice, sounds of wind chimes and bells 

cancer mercury: lunar illumination casting imaginative dreams and nostalgic comfort, lunar waters rinse the mind with moonlight mood and psychic sense, voice of the Soul 

leo mercury: lantern of light bearing solar rays, mind shining with creative cerebral vision, the proud and royal voice of Spirit 

virgo mercury: the earthbound angel, with roots and blossoms sprouting from her wings. the voice of bittersweet whispers, cleansing words. 

libra mercury: the bearer of two lights upon each hand glowing at different intervals, covered in golden blossoms. the weigher and moral voice of Reason

scorpio mercury: keeper of the celestial gates, protective voice of the deceived, icy and fiery eyes alike. a mind that knows the unknown. the angel of death and her silent scream of the soul. 

sagittarius mercury: voyager of the universe, traversing the sea of stars from which they were born. starlight shines through their eyes, creating a celestial vision. the laughter of twinkling stars, the whizzing of asteroids 

capricorn mercury: guardian of wisdom high atop the mountains that reach towards the skies, universe and beyond. all are under the watchful gaze of the guardian. the low-wind of the earth and hum of the universe is their voice

aquarius mercury: electrical storms brewing in the skies, manifesting in the mind and articulating through every odd expression of speech. lightning strikes bring about visions of the future, the mad scientist creates mechanisms, mother of knowledge 

pisces mercury: the singing of the cosmos, the crash of the waves, the sound of a heart beating underwater. the divine source from which the voice of angels ascends, whispering over the shoulder of innocents and guiding them to sanctuary 

Bill Skarsgård x Reader Headcannons

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: Bill headcannons

Warning: None

Note: I finished before 9 I’m happy. Enjoy! :D!

Originally posted by jonerysloveboat

Originally posted by abasketofgifs

-The first time you met with Bill was when you were an extra in Hemlock Grove

-You had a scene together where he’d bump into your purposely and spill the books everywhere only your stupid feet betrayed you and you tripped and hit your head on a locker

-You felt really embarrassed about it but Bill was with you the entire time in the infermey

-You had to get stitches so he had to hold your hand as they did it

-It wasn’t painful you were just nervous

-You contiued to see and talk to eachother randomkly after that until you finally became friends

-You once got drunk during a party and Bill drove you to his place

-For some reason you kept pawing at the windows like a cat

- When he arrived to his house you were  surprised that it a nice looking house in the suburbs

- When he was checking the house out he found you munching zombie-like on snacks

-He had to fight you to get into bed. Like legit you’d run from him and he’d have to grab you and pull you back

- You were shouting the entire time you needed to find Batman to save the army of frogs with purple nails

-Do frogs even have nails?

-Eventually he had came to an agreement with you and laid on the bed with you

-You wouldn’t stop snuggling to him

-In the middle of the night you said you loved him in your sleep and he just smiled and said he loved you back

-He meant to get out of bed and go to his own room but he ended up sleeping there for the rest of the night

-When you woke up with a slamming hangover had left a couple advils and a glass of water

-Bill was making breakfast which was sooo good

- He makes good waffles =P!

-When you had to leave he finally talked about what you had said and asked you if it was true

-You said yes and he kissed you

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You were an earthquake
A 10 magnitude on the richter scale to be exact
You caught me off guard and out of nowhere
You broke all my walls down with one tremble
I was left unprotected but I trusted you like the
Moon trusted the sun to rise every morning
Who was I fooling but myself
You were nothing but a natural disaster but I found beauty in every piece
Now I’m here dealing with the after shocks
The memories they come back in flashes
A shockwave flowing through my body each time
I clench my fists to put it to a halt
To stop you from flowing through my veins and every fibre that makes up who I am
But who I am yet to be
Will be the aftermath of this
You left me in chaos
I never would have thought we were standing on tectonic plates the whole time
Maybe I just never heard the sirens because my ears only heard your sweet lies
—  biancandthebeanstalk, earthquake

anonymous asked:

my goddess,,, may i tell you about,,, bts x bnha,,,

COME AT ME i’m gonna just name random quirks that pop out of my head at first thought lmaoooo:

jin would have magical flying kisses that paralyses whoever he blows them at, namjoon would be fashionable Leg Man™ (rival of best jeanist), jungkook has One For All (super strength), jimin can convert his body to be soft like mochi to hard as steel, hobi can cause earthquakes by poppin moves to create blasts, tae possesses the abilities of a super tiger and yoongi can mentally torture people by trapping them in his mindscape

anonymous asked:

Hii, I've never seen this request, but this is an important step in a relationship, can you do a RFA reaction to the first MC's fart ? Thank youu

i love you 



YOOᔕᑌᑎG:

  • Playing games with Yoosung is always such a fun time, curled up together in his room, wasting away hours and hours with your bbe
  • You feel a fart coming on, and you’re like ya ok chill I can feel this one it’s the quiet type
  • So ever so slowly you unclench your butthole, focusing on the game in front of you
  • Pweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeephbt
  • what was that?
  • oh, just the sound of gas leaving your body
  • you’re pretty sure that your soul just left too
  • You bite your lip and keep playing, wishing Yoosung to not have heard it
  • but you bet he did
  • Yoosung excuses himself from the room, but you can’t make out his expression because it’s too dark
  • Did Yoosung just leave because of me?  Did I gross him out? Is he going to break up with me?
  • You follow him out, searching frantically for him
  • it takes almost ten minutes for you to find Yoosung in the kitchen, having a mental breakdown on the floor
  • ‘Y-Yoosung, ah! I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have I’m sorry!”
  • Yoosung looks back at you, tears streaming down his face, “N-No MC I’m the one who’s sorry - I just,” the takes a deep breath and scrunches his face, “I just…I just never knew farts could be so damn cute?!”
  • o_o


ᘔEᑎ:

  • Zen’s been going on and on about how amazing you are
  • how you’re so lovely
  • so gentle
  • so inhumanely perfect 
  • and you’re 100% done with his bullcrap
  • Zen look at me I am human I sweat and pee and do humanely things
  • one day, you guys are watching a movie, some cliche flick about a man finding a fallen angel or something and them falling in love
  • Zen turns his head to you dramatically, comparing you to the angel, all like “See that’s you, a creature of the sky who came all the way here for me…”’
  • “Creature of the sky” my ass
  • you stare him dead in the eyes and just 
  • let one rip
  • it makes the whole couch vibrate like a magnitude 5.5
  • “Earthquake!” Zen cries, leaping into the air
  • “Zen!” you call out as he runs out of the room, “that was a fart.”
  • “It’s an-!” his head peers out from around the corner. “What?”
  • “I uh, farted.”
  • You can almost see the cogs in Zen’s head turning as he tries to come up with a suitable reaction
  • “…oh?”
  • “Well,” you pout, “You’re always describing me as some sort of inhuman thing…so I thought I should do something human to disprove your idea of me.”
  • Zen adopts his Theatrical Voice and swoons at you
  • “But my princess, even your flatulence is otherworldly! It sounds like the trumpets from heaven, signaling your descent-”
  • “ZEN!”
  • your farts sound like the trumpets of heaven 10/10


ᒍᗩEᕼEE:

  • After a long day of work, you’re closing up shop, washing counters and turning off lights
  • You hum to yourself, scrubbing away at a coffee stain, Jaehee doing something else in the kitchen
  • You let out a fart, not quite demure but not obnoxiously loud, glad that it doesn’t smell
  • You hear a soft giggle from behind, and you whip around, Jaehee smiling at you from behind the cash register
  • Fuck I thought she was in the kitchen?
  • Jaehee laughs again and says,” MC, please don’t be shy, if anything…it’s rather..endearing? It’s nice to know that your body is working, doing it’s own thing right here, beside me, so please,”  she tilts her head to the side, “never feel the need to restrain yourself around me. 
  • She is the best wifeu supportive to the max and will never judge you for any of you normal bodily functions
  • Jaehee’s always happy that you’re around, that you’re alive, that she can love you just the way you are


ᒍᑌᗰIᑎ:

  • You’re having a formal dinner with Jumin’s father, and everything is dandy
  • the food is nice, the atmosphere is nice, you know you’re loved by Mr. Han
  • you’re so carried away by the moment that when you feel the urge to fart, you do so, thinking that it’ll be a quiet one
  • Lo and behold, even your neighboring tables heard it
  • Jumin doesn’t even bat an eye, but his father chokes on his food and stares at you, his face momentarily disgusted
  • the CEO-in-line resumes conversation without effort, and Mr. Han happily obliges, but he pointedly ignores you for the rest of the evening
  • You stare at your plate, which you no longer have any appetite for, and sneak a glance towards Jumin
  • His face is mysteriously pink
  • You frown, and turn your attention to the tablecloth instead, absentmindedly dusting crumbs onto the floor
  • The next time you look at Jumin, his complexion is even more flushed
  • he seems almost feverish
  • then, a moment later, his eyes widen ever so slightly, and he excuses himself from the table, pulling you along in his wake
  • luckily, you were dining in the restaurant within the same building as Jumin’s apartment
  • as soon as you return home, he precipitates himself to the nearest washroom, while you, confused and still rather mortified by the earlier occurrence, plop yourself down on the armchair
  • it is only when Jumin emerges a while later, obviously fresh out of the showers, that he tells you his reason for leaving so early
  • also note to self but blushing, abashed Jumin is a sight for sore eyes honestly what a cutie
  • anyways so basically it turns out that was trying to fart for you so that you wouldn’t feel humiliated
  • but he ended up shitting his pants instead


ᔕᗩEYOᑌᑎG:

  • You’re having one of those days where you feel uncomfortable gassy
  • The air buildup inside your stomach hurts, and the pain shows on your face
  • Seven interprets it as some sort of foul mood, which he thinks he can solve by joking around
  • Therefore, he decides that tickling you is a good idea
  • all those who have ever had the misfortune of feeling gassy will know that this is the opposite of a Good Idea
  • Despite your many protests and struggles to contain both your laughter and your gas
  • They just sorta slip out, one after the other
  • As soon as your abs clench when you giggle, you let out flatulence the likes of which Seven has never heard (or smelled) before
  • Which is saying something because he is one heck of a Farty Boy
  • He pauses mid-action for a fraction of a second, but before you can even begin to feel embarrassed, Saeyoung flashes a wicked grin and dives right back in
  • Within a minute, you’re liberated from the painful bloating of your abdomen, although the room now smells like concentrated fart
  • Seven literally doesn’t give a shit though
  • if you ever feel insecure about yous gas, he’ll make sure to let one out that’s far louder than yours (but he’s more of the silent but deadly type so loud farting is quite the achievement for him)
  • on the occasion that you guys have fart wars, no guests are allowed within twenty meters of the house unless the wish to die from methane poisoning
  • except Vanderwood, who is quite welcomes during these times
  • he nearly passes out the when he visits on the same day that you guys have a flatulence competition
Snores|| Harry Styles

Harry was self conscious about his snores and that was keeping him from sleeping with you in early stage of your relationship afraid it would make you dislike him, after all he had fought so much to have you.

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anonymous asked:

describe how each high school year by semester went for you

9th grade: We don’t call it a play date anymore, it is hanging out, hanging by our toes like wet lipped fruit bats, like jungle gym monkey kids. Young and swollen. Blood, immature blood, pink blood, fresh meat blood pepto bismol up the wazoo, and spit under my bed. Code names aren’t for spies, they’re for 14 year old girls with googley eyes, not that we needed them. Kevin and Grace, Ellie and Joshua, Paloma and Matt which is weird because I’m hot for him, and they kinda look like siblings. Pink shorts, black tights, Jimmy Eat World, pizza bagels and lucky charms under a fresh white linen morning like detergent sealed crust between my eyelids, you tore them open. I mean, not yet. But soon. I discover neon sex scenes, Sky Ferreira, and Skins and this is where the final hopscotch box stops; at the end of the subway platform. This is where I’m supposed to jump. Monkey balls fall on our heads as we walk home, and autumn leaves crunch like drum line snare beats. All godless girls with snakes and cherry lollipops and 9 millimeters pointed at our clits, Bend it Like Beckham under your itchy wool blankets, Alice’s mom thinks I’m cool, and I stay for dinner and crack some risky jokes like a fox among wolves. (I think he looks at me when I look away). Me and Hana FaceTime I take screenshots of her dancing with her cat. The girls who play soft ball in short shorts, the girls who call them sluts, the boys who watch. We dance through rainbows in the sprinklers on the way to the Homecoming dance and pretend we don’t care we don’t have dates. We’re floating in the cytoplasm, floating on the cotton candy overdose cause our parents drop us off at the bowling alley but we are too loyal to sneak out the back. We pool our money every Friday after school for the spring break road trip we’re going on when Hana gets a car, and one of us has lost our virginity, and none of us are scared of the dark.

Miss Budd yelled at me for not standing for the pledge of allegiance, and I was 4 years old again. My English teacher held me back, and held my hand, and gave me a safety pin for my missing button, and told me it would be. Okay.

10th grade: We were on the news that year. Cristo’s curls on KTLA, solemn, and not the boy cross eyed and high with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly we’re all standing up straight, suddenly we’re being told we can’t wear leggings because somebody posted a video of Penelope having sex with Max on Facebook. Suddenly we’re underground in the girls locker room (red varsity knee socks, Dina drowning the spider nests with Victoria’s Secret rose perfume, humid with shame and lesbian suspicion) holding our arms in front of our naked breasts, single file like ants for the syphilis test. The boys who drew penises in fire and salt on the soccer field grass, like druid frat boys, but not the boys who put gorilla glue in the classroom locks, and not the boys who wrote their hit list in the red pen on the back of Mr. Chan’s syllabus and ended up in court, who called in a bomb threat, just to get the test pushed back. We all took turns getting our ghosts exorcized in the principals office. It was pompeii and pandemonium, and nobody was safe, not even us girls sleeping wrapped in the dust of library encyclopedias. You moved away from me like I was illiciting the restless black dreams on your grandmas shitty air mattress. The sheets are clean enough, but this attic is haunted, you keep waking up in the middle of the night to your body sinking like a pirate ship caught by the Kraken, the floor gnawing at your bones again so you just. Got up. And slept somewhere else. My English teacher held me back, and told me I was a good writer but don’t be so angry, and I cried right there, and she gave me a kleenex from her Shakespeare tissue holder and I blew this stupid pain head first out of my nose. I never told you about that. Maybe if I had you would’ve felt bad for me and stayed a little longer. But you hung out with those buckwild kids under the spot by the willow tree, and it was easy. it was just snuffing out an annoyance. A mosquito licking the ruby of your earrings that you shooed away. Our birthstones were both rubies, you know, we were twin cancers with balmy skin and busted appendixes, the aliens took you once and the only explanation was a scar on your spine, and I reckon I should’ve known they’d come back for you.

(You are gonna tell your kids about these cherry cola years of golden suburbia, and midnight blue debauchery snapping teenage knees, and furrow your brow forgetting the name of the girl you spent the first two calling your best friend.) You cheered at football games. You got drunk with them at night, and you were bursting and missing teeth like a watermelon smile, you rubbed up against each other like cats they touched you in all the right places and you didn’t text me anymore. You went to sleepovers and posted photos on Instagram, I wasn’t invited, I thought this bullshit was supposed to stop happening in elementary school. All the things we thought would never happen, lockdown drills, fire drills, earthquake drills and we still weren’t prepared. It was. Pandemonium. It was. Chemical fires in Mr. Dow’s science class. And me and my plans were just. so fucking boring standing next to your cherry blossom hurricane. You didn’t wait for me after class anymore and I just. Looked so stupid trying to catch up. Blood, mature blood, cows blood in the manure for the roses to eat. Black blood, like storm sky, I dish out this milkshake I pick the scab and I lick the blood away. Thomas comes out and dubs himself the gay cliche, we walk home together on the yellow brick road, and we pray a tornado will land the school library on our corpses so we can die with those sparkly shoes on. Those ruby shoes on. The Fates gagged me with a pack of jolly ranchers. I got straight A’s while Rome was falling. Nobody has ever made me feel so small.

11th grade: New school. The kids talk different here. Depression in California is like getting a cold in mid-July. So ironic it’s almost insulting. I’m pretty sure it was raining all year, but don’t count on it, I lived sub-terrestrialy with my mothers tulip bulbs. Today’s Wednesday? I thought it was Friday? I thought yesterday was Sunday? Depression in California is like running after a rabbit in the woods. It doesn’t matter how sunny it is, you will suddenly look up and it’s night, and the trees are not your friends, even when they are as skinny and shaky as you. You will get stuck in the swamp, leave your shoes behind, and not even remember why you were out here in the first place.

Headache. Stomach ache. Lots of those, those are easy to fake. Menstrual cramps, vomiting, gut wrenching, kinda vomiting. A personal favorite. I got to get my hands dirty for that one, I got to reach for the gag reflex like a remote control and press fast forward and feel my arc capsizing, until the static buzzed and I was pale like southern gothic tragedy, I’m not bulimic I just don’t wanna go to school. Depression in California is like an abandoned zoo. Everything echoing animal shrieks. They set them free but the cages were empty long before that. I make some friends, nice ones who laugh at my jokes, and I feel like I should get a sticker for it, but I do more nervous shaking than laughing.

Depression in California is like a badly maintenanced carnival. We’ve gone around the ferris wheel 8 times now and nobody seems to notice. The cotton candy polluting my blood, running slow and globby while the kids below spin, the kids drop, the kids could die, but they just giggle hand in hand with smiling clowns who pump them full of teeth rotting sweets, the winking lights are blurry this far away, and it feels like eons before we’ll get back to the bottom. I’m out of tokens. I think I’m just gonna jump.  

12th grade: Trump won. I think I might like girls. My dad jokes about his own death so I know what it means to be angry now, like femurs forged from the goddamn ring of Isildur. Is this what’s normal now? Fucking boys who are oil slick and easy living, and lose my socks in their dorm rooms? Meet them for diner food and xans on the weekend, and everything just temporary? Is that just what everybody wants now? My brother got a green card marriage, but I guess he loves her for real now. We watch the Walking Dead until the streetlights glaze over our eyes, he asks me if I have a boyfriend, no. If I’ve had any since I last saw him, no. If no is my favorite word, yes. Thing is I’ve never been anyone’s girl cause I’ve got a volcano where I should have a stomach. I know what it is to live on the red planet. But I ignore all that and go to concerts that bleed beer and swoon for boys who drink the blood. I guess we’re used to falling off of things so we do it on purpose now. It’s not over but I know how it’s gonna end. Cracked skull, and police lights. And to the break of dawn on Brandon’s roof, boxers stained with mayonnaise, and Deadpool is probably his favorite movie or some dumb white boy shit like that. I’m not gonna cry when I leave for college, I’m gonna cry at the car rental watching the sun bleed out on the trees. I’m gonna cry in the knothole of an oak tree, hiding from the freshman mixer party in the woods I knew I shouldn’t have come to once the social anxiety starts clawing up soaked in the gallon of strawberry Crush I downed to calm myself down. You know, in some other parallel universe, my parents never divorced and we dispute where the sugar pantry should be at inopportune times, and I don’t straight jacket myself with the echoplex sound of my mother screaming over my dead body just to not inhale the chlorox under the sink. I was so bloody, I just wanted to be clean.

I thought it was like the 80’s, the rusty exhaust pipe of Matt’s car turning the snow black while he’s wasting time daydreaming of my piston pumping sloppy hips, and rumored things that happen in the backseat, and kicking cans in no particular direction, and first love sticky and first love stabbed into your kidney and you never really recover. I thought it was sixteen candles, and say anything, but it’s getting bloodshot squirrelly smoking hash in the disabled bathroom stall. It’s a personality disorder grown up from the ground like a mushroom that is poison to the touch, and thrown away birthday presents, and valentines day balloons stuck in the trees. It’s dropping the last slice of college acceptance celebration cake on the floor for your dogs breakfast, and cartoon rain puddles for eyes talking about how scary it is to drive on the freeway. Karina and Maddie rough housing like pit bulls in fifth period cause we don’t do shit in that class and pretending that we are not all gonna be strangers in 6 weeks before we. Before we. Please don’t make me say it out loud.

My English teacher held me back, and told me to make up the quiz I missed, and that was the only time I will ever be happy that some strangers just stay that way. And Daddy, I will miss you when you leave me, and Daddy I will meet you in the next life you just gotta wait for me ok?

I am not the kind of girl people have crushes on. I am the kind of girl who can survive 18 stealing food from parties, couch surfing, living like a lightning bolt. There one minute, and gone the next.

Solas’s Stories Transcribed

I couldn’t find these anywhere (except in video form which is too long) so I just transcribed them.

RUINS:

I found the ruin of Barindur, a lost Tevinter city buried deep beneath a dead and barren wasteland. Volcanic ash had sealed it tight. In one dark moment, every living creature in the city seared and smothered. They were statues in the ashes, like a mold made to recall the lost.

I found an ancient dwarven thaig no longer sheltered by the stone. An earthquake had exposed it all to daylight. A thousand dwarven corpses lay, the victims of a darkspawn horde, their last stand marked by one great ring of armor. In the middle, one small body, clutching tightly to a small stuffed toy.

I found in the Korcari Wilds a humble cottage far removed from any of the simple Chasind tribesmen. The trees and weeds had not reclaimed the home nor did the Chasind dare to come and steal the trinkets still remaining. It was empty, long abandoned, but the world feared that she might return.

SPIRITS:

I met a friendly spirit who observed the dreams of village girls as love first blossomed in their adolescence. With subtlety, she steered them all to village boys with gentle hearts who would return their love with gentle kindness. The Matchmaker, so I called her. That small village never knew its luck.

The Alamarri crossed the Frostback Mountains to escape a beast they called the shadow goddess in their stories. I met the spirit that they fled. She walks the Fade along the southern tundra, weeping, lonely, and forgotten. Great Ferelden formed because a lonely spirit drove her prey away.

I found an ancient spirit who had once been undisputed king of almost every land I had discovered. Like Pride or Rage, it was the Fade’s reflection of a feeling. When I asked which one it was, the spirit faltered. “They’ve forgotten,” said the spirit. “There remains no word for what I was.”

MEMORIES:

I saw a savage human horde go marching toward the battlefront. They sang a soldier’s hymn to keep formation. The primal music shook the ground. These savage unwashed warriors carried harmonies no Chantry choir has mastered. Though their cause was all but hopeless, they sang songs that made the spirits weep.

I saw a dwarf emerge into the light of day and shield his eyes against the sun, the first time he had seen it. The tears were streaming from his eyes. I thought them from the blazing light until I saw the rock he held so tightly. Then he laid the rock down gentle, and he left it as he walked away.

I saw a young Qunari working in a simple kitchen, baking bread as she was ordered every morning. In every loaf she broke the rules. She’d take a punch of sugar and would fold it to the center, like a secret. And this act of small rebellion brought a shining smile across her face.

Marc Jacobs Highliner Matte Gel Eye Crayon Swatches + Review

Marc Jacobs Highliner Matte Gel Eye Crayons are a new, pure matte version of the original Marc Jacobs Highliner Gel Eye Crayons. Available in a total of 12 shades from dark neutrals to bold pinks and fun blues, these eyeliners boast a pure matte finish which is one of the most pigmented, pure and truly matte eyeliner formulas I have tried, but it doesn’t come without its flaws… Whilst some shades are creamy and apply easily making it super quick to do eyeliner in 3 seconds flat (popular, mist me, and whirlpool) others are a little drier and can “pull” as they are applied, this seemed to mainly be an issue with the darker shades in the range like irony and grapevine. Finewine, although beautiful was very dry at the tip, but creamy at the base meaning the tip of the eyeliner broke off whilst being applied, but this isn’t a deal breaker for me.

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My heart is bleeding right now, Mexico, my beautiful country is in such horrible pain but we are strong and we will come out of this tragedy together, holding and supporting each other.

They have said horrible things about us this past year but this is what you don’t see nor the world recognizes, our solidarity, our support and love for each other. When there is a tragedy we all come together and we all help.

We will get through this but i would like to ask you for your prayers for all the lost lives (more than 220 now) and their families.

If you are able to donate please do, there are still many people trapped under the buildings including 2 friends of mine, the rescuers and the red cross need all the help they can get.

Go to their social media to get info to donate:

@topos
@CruzRoja_MX 

Henlo my name is Natasha. I usually liek to run and scream and bite fingers because I like the soft. I also sleep over my humain bodi because the warms. But yesterday a big earthquake came to Mexico and everything is shaken so no running today no biting today only resting over mom because we scared. My two dog brother and sister are scared too but if they come on the bed i yell and scratch so no dogs allowed on my personal space when scares.

Flood my Mornings: Ian (V)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Ian (IV): Bree arrives at the hospital



July 22, 1951


“MUMMY!!!” 

Even in the still-foggy and damned painful state of new deliverance, there was the purest and clearest joy in my heart as I reached up to intercept my daughter from Jamie’s arms. “Oh, lovey—” I crushed her tight to my chest and burrowed my face into her hair. “I’m so glad you’re here—I’ve missed you so much.”

“Miss’t you more,” came the muffled reply. 

“Oh, I don’t know about that, little smudge,” I murmured, smoothing back her hair and exhaling deeply with the sheer relief and joy of having her near, of knowing she was safe and mine.  I found myself noticing the differences of her scent from Ian’s, the knowledge soothing and somehow vital as it settled in my senses. My son. My daughter. 

She pushed back against my shoulders, far enough to bestow a sloppy kiss. “Feelin’ all better?”

I grinned, touched. “MUCH bett—”

“Where is-he?”

“What, seeing your Mummy isn’t the whole reason you drove all this way??” 

Wherrrre?” she insisted, beaming with excitement. 

“Here, a leannan.” Jamie, three steps ahead as always, had retrieved the baby from Penelope’s loving embrace and was already at my elbow. 

Unswaddled against the heat of the day, Ian seemed even more tiny and fragile. My heart stabbed with a wild, heartbreaking anxiety to see his limbs, so incredibly thin and vulnerable in their cotton suit. 

Still, I eased as I felt the warm weight of his head settling securely into the crook of my arm, as I felt the reassuring pressure of Jamie’s hand over mine. “Bree?….This is your little brother.”

Brianna, on her knees, half-facing and half-leaning on me, peered down into Ian’s face….and issued a tiny, inarticulate squeak. 

“Can you say hello?” I nudged, watching her intently and grinning like an idiot. 

She beamed up at me, then Jamie, and then back down at Ian’s sleeping face, absolutely speechless. 

“We’ve two of them now, mo chridhe,” Jamie murmured against my temple, sounds from Penelope’s camera from the other side of the room promising that this moment would be captured forever.  

Two,” I whispered back, my heart unspeakably full, our children there in our arms. 

He reached out and softly touched Bree’s cheek. “What do ye think of baby Ian, cub?” 

“Beeyin?” Bree, coming out of her rapt reverie, looked at Ian, then gave me a look of half-horrified fascination as though things were suddenly dropping into place. “ACK-shlee he came out y’r tummy?”

I held back most of the laughter, though it was damned difficult, what with Jamie shaking beside me like my own personal earthquake. “He actually did.”

Wow…” she whispered, looking back to Ian. “Good job, Mummy!” Bree snuggled closer, all but lounging ON the baby in her need to see him up close. “He’s really….all—” A tiny, squealing sigh that might have been ‘cute’. 

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” I murmured, splitting my gaze between them. “And he’s all new. All ours.” 

“I can hold him?” 

After a bit of shifting about, we settled at last with Bree between us on the bed and a pillow laid crosswise on her outstretched legs. Carefully, I eased Ian down onto the cushion, his tiny stockinged-feet curled up against her belly. 

“Now, mind his head,” Jamie instructed Bree, a protective hand hovering by Ian’s ear just in case. “Ye must always be careful wi’ a wean’s head.”

Bree leveled her father with a look of haughty scorn that would have brought any professionally-trained actor to shame. ”I’ll be careful of all him, Daddy.” 

Completely oblivious to the laughter from the adults in the room, she returned her attention to her new charge, all serene smiles. “He’s all soft…” Bree ran a finger very gingerly across his cheek, across the full pink lips, pouted in sleep. “… like a blanket.”

“Verra soft indeed,” Jamie murmured, his hand, shifting up ever so slightly to stroke the shocks of downy hair. 

“Why’s he ‘sleep?”

I kissed the top of her head, remembering when it, too, could fit easily in my hand. “So he can grow up big and strong like you.”

“Oh…good.” She picked up one of his hands, grinning. “Hi, Beeyin,” she cooed. “….Glad you’re, um….glad you’re been born….“

Jamie’s eyes were the deepest blue I’d ever seen them, crinkled and warm in the midday light of the room as he watched the two of them…then smiled at me.  

“We’ll play a lot…..You can play wi’ George all you wanna, okay?” 

Ian responded to the gracious offer of Bree’s favorite toy rabbit by dreamily searching for milk with his tongue. 

“An’—” Bree went on, making her overtures with a distinctly Fraser-like solemnity, “—an’—won’t let any snakes bite you. Because love, okay?”

Snakes? I mouthed to Jamie over her head. 

Tell ye later, he mouthed back with a grin, and then both of us nearly jumped out of our skins when Bree GASPED.  

“Jees—”

“Wh—” 

He’s ‘wake!!” she whisper-screamed. 

And sure enough, Ian Fraser was blinking up at his sister with an expression that could only be described as ‘perplexed’, brows furrowed and mouth in a perfect O of concentration,

All three of us stared down, entranced, as Ian slowly brought his hands up toward his face. The tiny fingers fanned out as he stretched in a great yawn, making us all gasp in unison from delight and love. 

“He’s—like a little person!” Bree declared, sounding unsure as to whether to cry or laugh at this revelation; though likely the former, from the happy quaver in her voice. A wonderful human being, this little lass was. My sweet, sweet love. 

“He’s watching you, Bree,” I whispered into her ear, a little choked. Ian was intent upon her, in fact, his watery eyes following the slightest of her movements. 

“I’m watchin’ him, too,” she said. A promise. 

Bree kissed her brother on the forehead. Jamie’s arm came around behind her to encircle my waist. I nuzzled my head against his as I stroked Ian’s hair.  We all, even Ian, exhaled as one. 

The camera clicked, and it was set in stone. The four of us. Forever. 


Diabolik lovers Lost Eden: Ayato Sakamaki [Vampire end] ~translation|traducción+Touch~

Thanks to @infernal-iris for having helped me with the translation~!!

[ECTSASY EPILOGUE]


-Yui’s monologue-

At that moment, my father came running towards Ayato-kun,
a bright flash appeared.

Ayato-kun had used his powers.

-Monologue’s end-

*Ayato attacks Seiji with his magic*

Seiji: Ugh… …!?
Ayato: Don’t let anyone come near!!
Yui: (!… …What an incredible power… …)
Ayato: … …Hey Kanato, give me that knife.
Kanato: … …What are you trying to do?
Ayato: Just give it to me!

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In honor of a few new people following this old tumblr I’ve decided to quickly post a few stories I have from other places on the internet. Enjoy.


“Help save Terra? Help save Terra? Sir, sign a petition to save Terra? You, you there! Human! Sign a petition to save Terra?”

Hank Miller looked up, bleary eyed, from his drink. A young, idealistic looking quextal male shoved a dataslate under his eyes.

“Terran, won’t you sign a petition to save your planet?”

The human grunted noncommittally and shoved the slate away, waving over the hotel bartender to fill his glass again, and attempted to shove the thoughts of the quextal to the back of his head. An impressive feat really, quextals look like a remarkably ambitious blue furred bipedal dog had the brilliant idea of mating with an anteater.

Rather, it was an impressive feat until the data-slate was shoved under his nose again, jarring Hank’s wrist and nearly causing him to spill his cheap xeno-brand knockoff whiskey wannabe. Which, while it wouldn’t have been used to clean toilets in a human bar, was the closest Hank could get to something remotely familiar tasting in this ass-backwards corner of the universe.

“Fuck off.” He grunted, and tried to turn his attention back to his drink for a third time.

“C'mon man just sign the damn petition. We have to protect Terra!” Hank sighed, placed his xeno-whiskey down on the table, turned, and half turned towards the seven foot tall quextal.

“Look pal, I ain’t in favor of your stupid fucking petition, for reasons I think I just made clear, namely, that it is a stupid fucking petition. Now please let me drink my stupid knock-off whiskey in peace.” His short speech given, he turned for what he thought was the last time back to his drink.

“Why don’t you wanna help man? It’s your fucking planet isn’t it?” The quextal demanded in its both low pitched yet somehow irritatingly whiny voice.

Hank took a deep breath, slammed the faux-whiskey down on the table, turned, and stared the xeno in the eyes. Despite being seated and nearly a foot shorter while standing, Hank still managed to give the quextal pause.

“Listen to me you little shit and listen good. That’s not your fucking planet to save. It’s ours. We were born there, not you. When your species was communing with nature and figuring out your precious fucking place in the fucking ecosystem, we were barely scratching out a living. When your arrogant species had developed a per-fucking-fect system of getting into orbit, and were busy singing your way into spacecraft we were busy not dying.

"Mother Terra is a stone cold bitch. A lot of scholars like to call it ‘resistant to developed life’ which is code for 'it’ll chew you up and spit you out’. When we were shat out onto the cold, uncaring surface of our bitch mother we were scared hairless primates barely able to understand who we were. We were born without teeth or claws, without armor or fur. You were breast fed your worlds gifts, not a poisonous fruit in sight. We tore open the breast of our mother and took what we needed, because she wasn’t going to give it to us.

"Did we fuck her up? You bet your ass we did. We plundered the bitch for all she was worth and then some. She birthed a race of vicious primates and we turned on her in our fury. We pockmarked her with explosions and tore her with mines, we burned her forests and plundered her oceans. We razed her surface all the while desperately outrunning her wrath. Storms that could wipe this bar and half of this godforsaken planet off the map. Waves that could drown cities, human cities mind you not these pathetic bend-in-the-wind deathtraps you xenos call cities. We fought earthquakes that could swallow coastlines, and you haven’t the faintest fucking clue what an earthquake is do you?”

Here the quextal tried to butt in.

“Of course I know what an earthquake is you arrogant-”

“No you don’t you pup, now shut up and listen. You think you know what an earthquake is because you read about it in a book. I grew up on that bitch earth, in a place known for earthquakes. I know what a real goddamn earthquake feels like, it feels like judgement day has come and the world is ending.

"We fought storms and waves and earthquakes, we fought fires that set half a continent ablaze. We fought and fought and fought and finally we said 'fuck it’ and gave dear old mom one last kick in the teeth, nuked the hell out of eachother, and fucked off that godforsaken rock forever.

"Not five years later your expeditionary fleet comes in, tells us we’ve 'lost our planetary mandate’ and that they’re placing our home, our planet, under quarantine from us. We can’t do a damn thing about it because we’re still reeling from leaving home, still reeling from the knowledge we’re not alone in this universe, still reeling from the deaths of millions in atomic fires and the throes of Terra both. Billions of us, adrift in space. We just barely manage to colonize Mars and Europa in time to save our species, because we 'lost our planetary mandate’.”

Hank leaned over and spat onto the floor.

“That’s what I and every goddamn human thinks of your precious planetary mandate. Fifty years later, half a century of the most hard-core terraforming known to the most esteemed scientific minds in the galaxy, and the Galactic Council is considering letting us back onto our home planet. Considering it, as though they weren’t the most imperialistic bastards we’ve ever known and trust me you fuzzball we’ve known some fucking imperialists.Considering letting a few of us live on our bitch mother again, and an entire goddamn movement arrives to try and say we can’t go back yet, it’s not safe, we’ll destroy our planet again.”

Miller stood up, swiped his wrist-pad against the counter to pay for his drinks, and placed his coat back on.

“How dare you tell us what we can and cannot do to the bitch. We’ll heal her up, but because we want to not because you and a dozen species like you told us to. We’ll take care of the hag in her old age, but don’t you think for a goddamn second its because of your precious 'Galactic Council’. It’s because despite the fact that she’s a hag, and a bitch, and the worst mother in the goddamn galaxy, she’s our mother. And I swear by all that I hold dear, Whiskey, John Moses Browning, Sergei Ivanovitch Mosin, Mikhail Kalashnikov, and the United Terran Republics, if you space-communists keep us from taking care of our mother how we see fit, I will make it my life’s mission to eradicate your government and your way of life.”

Brigadier General Hank Miller, UTR Marines, stood up, and a half dozen of his staff stood and followed him.

“And if one day she dies, when she comes to hell, she can bite me.”

“i liked your writing!”

no. no. i don’t write for you to simply like it.

i write for you to be that starry-eyed six-year-old again, throat full of moonlight, wishing on dandelions because you know dreams always come true. i write for you to remember how it felt the first time you fell in love, seventeen and wide-eyed, your heart tender in your mouth and your hands clasped like earthquakes against your thighs.

i write to rip out your lungs. i write to steal your breath away until your chest aches and you know what longing tastes like seized between your teeth. i write to pick apart the stitches in your heart and remind you that bleeding is okay—maybe it’s not beautiful like the poets would have you believe but it’s testament that you are alive, and isn’t that glorious enough?

i write to make you drown. then, i take your hand and teach you how to swim.


— A TRANSLATION FOR “THANK YOU” | prose series #3 | inkmagician

Lifeguard Au

My lame explanation for not posting on Tumblr. I only work 3 days a week, but I covered 3 shifts on top of my 3 full shifts.
—-

“I’m here to relieve you.”
Lance doesn’t take his eyes off the ocean.
Shiro coughs into his hand, before he speaks up again.
“I said, I’m here to relieve you kid.”
“Go home Shiro, you’re still sick.”
He coughs harshly into his hand to support lance’s accusation.

“Yeah, well Hunks got it worse which is why I can’t have one of my guard open and close for 2 days straight.”
“It’s been 3 and I’m sure another day won’t kill me.”
“…but it does make the scene unsafe. I can’t trust my lifeguard to make the best judgement after 3 shifts in a row.”
Lance turns to face Shiro
“…and I can’t trust my supervisor to make the best decisions when he is still recovering from pneumonia.”
Their staring contest is short lived when Shiro turn his head to cough.
Lance takes this opportunity to hold his grounds.
“It doesn’t matter Shiro, I won’t be alone. The new lifeguard you hired starts today, and the last thing we want is for him to think this station is a living pétri dish.”
“New lifeguard?”
Lance looked agaped.
He loved Shiro, he became a lifeguard specifically to work with his team on the south side, and he could proudly admit that he learned everything he knew from him. So he knew the fuzzy memory was a side effect of his illness.
“Shiro. I’ve got this. Get some rest and I’ll handle the New guy and I’ll show him the run down too.”
The expression on the older boys face shows that he’s got a headache over this entire scenario, but he trust Lance’s advice and decided to head home after all.

He wouldn’t Leave Lance if he didn’t trust him. The boys worked with him for years now, and he has definitely made an impact on the community. The district had even offered him a station on the North Shore with a team of his own.
The North shore was just as gnarly as the South side, but they had sun kissed babes straight out of a magazine, so Shiro knows that Lance could leave anytime if he wanted.
“Thanks Lance, I appreciate this and lance…
Lance looks at Shiro with utmost respect and focus.
”…don’t push yourself. I don’t want another guard down.“

“Yes Sir.”

When Shiro is off the beach and out of sight, Lance can’t help but sigh. Hes down right exhausted, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to catch whatever his coworkers got. If he can just stay on his feet until Shiro is fully recovered, and for Hunk to get over the worse than Lance can crash and burn without any worry about who’s watching the beach.

He’s been working on this beach since he was a sophomore in High school. It was just a part time job for quick cash, but after his first rescue he fell in love with his job.

The beach always brings in tourist, But he is always friendly with the locals.
“Hey Pidge.”
He says while he walks the beach.
Pidge is a bright young boy who always sits and reads on the beach. Lance is pretty sure he has never seen him swim in all years that he worked as a Lifeguard, but he is never quick to Judge.

“Hey Lance, you here again?” Pidge asked with raised brows.
“I practically live here.” He laughs before it dies into a harsh cough.
“You okay? Your looking…” he stops to find the right words.
“You look pale.”
“Well I missed my classes today to be here, and Both my co-workers are patient zero. Your the genius you tell me.”

Pidge just grins.
“I don’t know if I’m a genius, but southside swells are coming in, and you don’t have to be a genius to know what that means.”

“The princess.” Lance whispers.

“Who’s the princess?” Lance turns to the unfamiliar voice. It’s his duty to be paying attention to the beach, so it catches him off guard that someone has been standing behind him, listening in.

“Only the greatest Surfer in this galaxy.”
Pidge scoffs.

“Oh.” The boy doesn’t say much more, but he’s wearing a red shirt with yellow shorts, and it only takes Lance a couple more glances to realize he’s the new Lifeguard Shiro hired.

“You must be Keith.” Lance puts his hand out to greet him formally.

“Yeah, but you’re not Shiro.”
“Lance actually. You’ll be shadowing me today, and hopefully Shiro will be back tomorrow to finish all the paperwork.”

The ebony hair boy just nods in agreement. He’s surprisingly quiet,and Lance can’t help but stare at his mullet.

“You look like you came out of an 80’s film with that hairstyle, you can tie it back can’t you?”
Pidge bubbles in laughter.

Keith on the other hand is self consciously touching his hair.

“I guess, if I need too?”
Lance just Waves off the conversation.

“Sorry Pidge, but we’ve got training to cover.”
“Feel better.”
Lance just Waves him off.

Keith follows closely behind Lance, as he moves towards the yellow station.
“Not to have listened in on a conversation that isn’t mine but who’s “Princess?” Keith asked, hoping to star small talk.

“You must be knew here.”
“Yeah, maybe like a month now?” He thinks.

“Princess Allura, she’s a professional surfer. She’s been traveling, catching waves around the world, but she’s grew up here.”
“Wow, thats cool to have a celebrity come to this beach.”

Lance just smiles.
“You’ve got a lot to learn.”

Keith doesn’t say much, just tilts his head to one side.
“Are you familiar with currents?”
Lance asked, to keep the conversation going but he know, the new guy has to know if Shiro hired him.
“Yeah, There was an earthquake a few weeks ago from Japan, I heard it was going to affect the Southside.”

“We call those Southside swells.”
Keith again just nods.
“Allura is in town, and she’s here for the surf, if you follow her twitter, then you would already know that, which means any of her local followers are probably going to be here to watch, or try to surf.”

“Which means…”
“A lot of amateur show offs who are going to need our help.”

Lance continues to go through the training regimen, and the protocols
“I think that’s everything, and if you have questions you can ask me.” Lance coughs.
“Are you okay?”
Lance just sighed in his own exhaustion.
“Yup, don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
“Do we normally have shifts by ourselves?” Keith asked.
Hes been extremely careful to give Lance and the beach his full attention, but now that he’s open to ask, he can’t help but let all his concerns and nerves bubble out.
“Your the only Lifeguard here, and we’ve been at it for a couple hours now, aren’t we suppose to be working at least in pairs?”

Lance knew the question would eventually come up, but he’s so tired of talking already and he can feel his throats get raw
“Matt went off to College, which is why we were hiring, unfortunately Shiro and Hunk our other guards are both out sick.” Lance explains after clearing his throat..


“Are you sick?”
The questions is curt, but it takes Lance by surprise.
“What! No… I, I’ve covered shifts all week I’m just tired.

The expression on Keith’s face is knowing, but he doesn’t voice it.

They manage to keep the area safe for most of the morning. Everyone once in a while, Lance tells Keith to announce when the shore breaks are unsafe over speakers, but everyone manages to follow direction.

It’s almost a boring morning, but Lance can’t help but be grateful. He doesn’t want to get in the water today, he’s already shivering under his uniform, even with the sun out.

“Are you sure your okay?”
“I’ll manage.”
“I know I’m new but I can…”

Lance shoots up from his slouched position.
He’s running on the hot sand, and he’s in the water almost instantly.

Keith Just stand awkwardly in the station watching as Lance pulls a little girl into his arms, slowly letting the waves bring him back in, head never letting the girls head bob under the water.

By the time the Keith is on the beach, Lance is already talked by with the girls parents.

“Is, um… Is she okay.”

Lance is drenches in sea water looking at Keith incredulously.

“Perfect. No thanks to you.”
He spits as he walks back to grab a towel.

“Are you okay?”
Keith asked handing him a dry towel.

“Stop. Let’s get this straight new guy. Stop, asking if I’m okay. I get that your new, but you need to stop worrying about and keep your eyes on this beach.”
Lance tell Keith between wet soggy coughs.
“We have a perfect record this year for no incidents that require any medical attention, and I trust Shiro wouldn’t hire an idiot so I need you to help us keep that record clear. Focus on the beach and the swimmers, not me.”

“… You look hot.”
An embarrassing blush runs across Lance’s cheeks.
“Wh..what!?”

Keith presses a hand on Lance’s forehead.
Then slides the back of his hand to the blush on lance’s face.

“I’m right, you have a fever.”

(GOT7) where you're in your home country and there's an earthquake and they get worried because they're in Korea [I]

Requested by anon… (I’ll do three: four members each post)

Let’s start with the first three. 

Jinyoung:

Jinyoung is someone who will be worried to sick. Once he hears about the earthquake in your home country, he will freeze for a few moments, many thoughts running in his minds before taking action. Which would be calling you right away. 

And when you do not pick up for the first time, his worry will only get worse. Many plans of taking the next flight to your country filling his thoughts as he tries again and again until you pick up your phone. 

“WHY ARE YOU NOT PICKING UP YOUR PHONE?” Jinyoung shouts, panicking when you finally pick up the phone. His heart hammers in his chest as he already can feel cold blood running through his veins. 

“Are you okay?” He finally asks calmly, grateful that he could hear your voice again. 

“Yes, I’m fine.” You assure him as you feel sorry for making him worry, explaining that you were sleeping when the earthquake happened, and you are fine.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” He scolds. 

“I’m really sorry, Jinyoung.” 

“I need to keep you by my side. You are giving me a heart attack.”   

The gif says it all Basically, you will never travel again alone.

Originally posted by jypnior

Bambam: 

Basically, the earthquake would happen when Bambam is texting you. Because he always texts you. He the kind of boyfriend who would always text you when you are away, just to make it feel like you are closer to him and the distance is nothing. 

- Bambam, everything is shaking. 

* Sweet heart, I’m not ready for this kind of texts. The members around me. 

 - BAMBAM!!! I think it’s an earthquake. 

You send him a video of you shaking chandelier. 

*Shit, babe. Get out of there right now. 

-I’m scared, Bam. 

*Don’t be… you will be alright. Just hide under a table or something. 

one minute later. 

*Babe, are you okay?

- Yeah, it stopped. I survived. That was scary. 

*Glad it is over. If it happened again, you better come back here right now.  

3 minutes later

*I’m really worried about you, babe. Are you sure you are okay? Nothing happened?

- Perfectly fine. 

You send him a picture of you smiling with a thumb up so he would stop getting worried. 

Originally posted by bamethyst

Yugyeom:

When he hears about the earthquake, his heart drops, his hands shake and he can’t stand still. He would go to Jinyoung or Jaebum to tell them about what happens and ask them what he should do. 

“Did you call her?” Jinyoung asks, trying to make the younger member calm down. 

“She probably has classes now.” 

“Yah, you should call her to know if she is okay or not.” 

He basically will be lost. being worried to death will make his brain work slower. He’s trying to find a way to reach you, but he can’t as seas separate you apart. 

Doing as Jinyoung tells him, he would calm down a little when he hears your voice. 

“I’m telling you that I’m really fine.” 

“But an earthquake…” 

“Gladly, it wasn’t in the area I live in. You don’t need to worry, Yugyeom-ah.” 

“But…” 

“I’m honestly alright. More than fine. Just missing you.” 

He blushes as he looks at his Hyung who is sitting next to him. Looking away, he puts his hands over his mouth as he whispers to you. “I miss you too.”

Jinyoung rolls his eyes as he leaves Yugyeom to talk to you comfortably. It is all Yugyeom needs at this moment. 

 

Originally posted by chichangyu


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