my family's christmas tree this year

My parents are adorable.

For my entire life, all 28.5 years, both my parents have signed their letters, cards and gifts with “YOAO” – ‘Your One And Only.’ And yes, this does make Christmas confusing when they’re both addressing their packages to “MOAO” – “My One And Only” – and you, the elf, are old enough to read bit too young to discern handwriting, and also there are 5 men around this tree named Bill, but still. It’s cute.

And now I get an e-mail from my mom, who is across the country, and it’s signed thusly:

“Love
yoao.Mom”

I love my family so much. ♡

Tagged by @zaurix-ec. I guess it’s my turn now :)

Five things you’ll find in my bag:

  • Headphones
  • Pen and notebook
  • Laptop
  • chewing gum
  • sticky notes

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • My desk (built by myself)
  • My chair (which I totally didn’t steal from my sister years ago)
  • A shelf that contains all my wii and xbox games (that I wish I still played)
  • Trophies and medals from my karate years and academics
  • 50% of all christmas decorations (including the actual christmas tree)

Five things I’ve always wanted to do:

  • Write my own original story
  • Travel the world 
  • Experience actual snow 
  • Learning French, German, and Japanese
  • Become a person that people look up to

Five things/people that make me happy:

  • Meeting awesome people and making new friends
  • Traveling with my family 
  • Watching a good show or movie
  • Seeing wonderful art here on tumblr ;)
  • Cheering people up and making them smile

Five things I’m currently into:

  • Watching my favorite shows (SVTFOE for example)
  • Tumblr
  • Thinking about creating content 
  • League of Legends
  • Helping others

Five things on my to do list:

  • Get my bachelors
  • Find a new job
  • Make my own content
  • Meet new people
  • Find my soulmate and experience the same love that I felt some time ago.

I tag @minthia-ren, @shyscottishgal @its-gonna-get-a-little-weird

Gift giving

My aunt’s husband is a total fucking dickhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences (like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to Nigeria.

It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that choice.

My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family gatherings.

Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into motion.

I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every person in my family - bar one.

This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.

Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope. It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend. “Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!” And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing - nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me, nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his grandkids.

The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.

Merry fucking Christmas, Tony.

Decor Fun (Jasper Hale)

Pairing: Jasper Hale/Reader
Words: 830
A/N: Happy Holidays
Request: Do you still write Jasper Hale imagine? If you do could you please write one about Christmas? Something about that he doesn’t like Christmas and Y/N tries to show him all the good and fun stuff about Christmas and they could make gingerbread a in the end he likes Christmas, it could just be a cute and fluffy imagine? ( sorry for my bad English and sorry if you don’t understand my request and you can change anything you want ) ❤❤☺️


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Gift giving.

(warning: long story)

My aunt’s husband is a total f*cking d*ckhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

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💋We Need To Talk [Part 2] (Grayson x Reader)

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Summary: imagine being pregnant with Grayson’s baby and you go to stay at your parents house since it’s Christmas and as you lay with Gray you get horny just looking at him and the hormones and you try to convince him for sex since he believes your parents would listen to you but eventually he does as what his wife wants

Warnings: Smut, fingering, nipple play, and daddy?

A/N: So this was requested so I felt it worked great as a part 2 for We Need To Talk so I hope you guys like it and remember requests are Open :) Like before Y/D/N-Your daughter’s name

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Originally posted by lovershub

“How many more days until santa gets here?” Your four year old daughter, Y/D/N, asked as she helped nana and I put the tinsel on the Christmas tree.

“We have 5 more days until Santa comes sweetpea.” My mom says to Y/D/N as she untangles the tinsel.

“Why does Santa come so late?” She asks as grandpa and Grayson come from the kitchen.

“He has to make sure all the boys and girls stay good until close to the end of the year so he can reward them for being good all year.” Dad says and I laughed and looked at Grayson who was extremely sweaty. Dad and him have been outside working all day on repairing Ethan’s motorcycle and working on the family boat. He was wearing work jeans and a white muscle tank. His skin looked so golden against his tank. He looked incredibly sexy. I snap back into reality and I see Grayson is looking me in the eyes. He mouths ‘are you okay’ which I nod and give him a thumbs up. He returns the gesture smiling.

“My look at the time. Come on sweetpea I’ll read you a story and then we can go to bed. Tell mommy and daddy night night.” My mom says to Y/D/N. Grayson gets on his knees and opens his arms wide for our little girl to run into him for a hug. He wraps his large arms around her and holds her tight.

“Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mommy. I love you.” She says hugging Gray and I and she turns to walk down the hall with nana.

“Goodnight princess. We’ll see you in the morning.” Grayson said as he took my hand in his which made me blush.

“Yeah I think I’m going to hit the hay myself. I’ll see you two in the morning.” My dad said giving us a hug and going down the hall himself. Grayson turns his head to me with narrow eyes.

“Shall we?” He asks gesturing down the hall to go to bed. I nod and he leads the way down the hall to our room. I take off my shirt and pants and Grayson does the same. I throw on one of his hoodies since for some reason it’s always cold at my parents house. He was wearing his maroon boxers and he looked incredibly sexy. The way his jaw was structured like he could cut glass. His hair still styled so perfectly even though he has been outside all day in the hot sun. His skin looked so golden and he just looked so incredibly sexy without his shirt on. These hormones are absolute driving me crazy, but damn he just looks so good.

“Babe? You okay?” He asks as he caught me staring at him. I didn’t know what to say so I just kissed him. He kisses back soft and gentle. I loved soft and caring Grayson, but right now I wanted hard and aggressive Grayson. I want him to pin me down and kiss all over my neck. I wanted him to place gentle kisses from my neck down my stomach to my waist. I want him to kiss me in between my hips and then show me I’m his. I move over and straddle his lap. He pulls away from kissing. “Babe what are you doing?”

“I want you Gray. We haven’t done anything since we found out I was pregnant. My hormones are going crazy.” As I was talking I slowly started to grind myself against Grayson as I felt him getting harder. I lean in and gently kiss his neck.

“Y-Y-N d-don’t do that. What ab-about the b-baby?” Grayson asks as I feel him grinding back. I place my hand on the headboard as I grind harder into him earning a grunt from him.

“Sex won’t hurt the baby Gray. Sex actually rocks the baby to sleep. It’s quite relaxing for the baby.” I lean into his ear while arching my back “and the mommy too.” I whispered as my warm breath sent shivers down his spine. I felt his hands move from his sides to graze up my body and down just lightly resting on my butt. Our lips gently brush against each other before he pulls away again. I sighed in annoyance at him.

“What about your parents?” He asks. “The last thing I want them to hear is you screaming my name.” Grayson says cocking a side grin at me. His hands then slide up his hoodie over my bare breasts and he gently pinches my nipples and I throw my head back in pleasure as he pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts.

“I’m 2-25 years old. They know w-we have needs.” I stuttered along with a moan. I grinded against his hardening dick and I moan again feeling the friction between the cloths of our underwear rubbing together. Grayson then peels the hoodie off the top half of my body leaving me in my underwear. I arched my back as Grayson’s hands pushed my back pushing my breasts towards him. He gently sucks and tugs on one nipple with his teeth ever so gently earning a moan from me. I rubbed myself harder against him as he buried his face between my breasts squeezing them and sucking on my nipples. I slid my hand down my underwear and started to finger myself at the thought of Grayson making me feel so good. I felt a strong grasp around my wrist and I look to Grayson who has one of my nipples in his mouth.

“Baby I want to make you feel good. You’re the one having our baby. Allow me.” With that he loops his finger through my underwear and he pulls them down in one swift motion. I arch my back more stretching my chest towards him and using his legs for support as I gripped them. I then feel Grayson slowly insert a finger inside me which made me suck in a sharp breath. His free hand was holding me steady on his lap while he fingered me and sucked on my chest which I knew would leave purplish bruises in the morning. “Damn baby girl you weren’t kidding. You’re so wet just for me.” Grayson says as he puts a second finger inside of me and curls upwards making me buck my hips. “Patience baby girl. Let daddy please you.” That was the first time Gray ever used daddy sexual in the bedroom and to be honest, kinda turned me on even more. Grayson spreads his legs and I fall in between his legs. He lies me down on my back and I knew he was getting so hard to the point that it hurt. He pulls his boxers down with one hand while he still fingers me.

“Grayson when did y-you get into daddy?” I asked as I rocked my hips to the movement of his fingers. I bit my lip as Grayson places himself above me. He then places his lips on mine kissing me roughly and his fingers deepen inside me. I pull away to moan and his face goes straight to the crook of my neck. “Fuck Grayson.” I moaned and he stops fingering me and looks me in the eyes. His typical hazel eyes were now clouded dark with lust.

“Call me daddy babygirl.” Grayson says as he starts to finger me again.

“Well damn daddy. What else do you have up your sleeve?” I asked and Grayson cocked his head. He then started to kiss from my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over my belly to right above my crotch. He looks up and smirks before placing his lips on my clit and sucking hard. “Fuck!” I screamed as I gripped the bedsheets harder. “Grayson stop. I’m gonna cum.” I said and he pulled away.

“Damn really?” He asked feeling satisfied. I nodded and I slowly sat up, but he pushed me back down. “Lie down baby. Now it’s time for your treat.” Grayson then slowly inserts himself inside of me causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. He slides in and out a few times and then he starts to speed up. He kissed my jaw and sucked on my collarbone which I knew again would show in the morning.

“Mmmm daddy.” I moaned as I dug my nails into his back as he slammed harder into me hitting my g-spot. “Fuck Grayson!” I screamed and Grayson’s lips latched to mine harshly which I knew he was trying to quiet me down. His hand went and kneaded my breast which drove me crazy. I arched my back and I felt Grayson twitch inside of me. “Cum for me daddy.” I moaned against his chest as he thrusted into me a few more times before he shot his cum inside of me. I shortly came afterwards. Grayson and I both lied there panting and we just laughed together and cuddled.

“Yeah your dad will be very confused when he wonders why you were screaming daddy at midnight.” Grayson says kissing my temple.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” I asked causing us to laugh and cuddle closer together.

***

It was Christmas morning. Everyone hd already opened their gifts and we were all getting ready for Christmas dinner. My dad apparently had a talk with Grayson the next morning and since then Grayson won’t touch me. Which I understand, my dad can be a scary man. “We have some news for everyone!” I said clinking the glass. The whole family was here for Christmas so Gray and I decided now was the time to tell everyone we were having a baby. We have both known for a few months I was pregnant, but since Y/D/N wanted a sibling we decided it would be a good Christmas gift. Everyone quiets down as we all sit around the kitchen. Nana was holding Y/D/N. “As you guys are probably aware Grayson and I have an adorable 4 year old baby girl named Y/D/N.” We gestured towards nana and her and she covers her face while the family laughs. We wait for everyone to quiet down in the kitchen. I look to Grayson who was smiling at me. “We’re pregnant!” I announced and the room is silent but soon filled with cheers.

“What?” Y/D/N asks confused.

“Mommy and daddy are having another baby sweetpea. You’re going to be a big sister!” Nana says and she looks even more confused.

“Where do you get a baby?” She asks and Grayson’s eyes go wide.

“Yes nana I would love some Christmas ham.” He says attempting to change the subject causing everyone to laugh at him.


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“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

me: I see myself living in Monterey California in a this periwinkle blue, one-bedroom beach house. I’m living in jean shorts. I have 80’s-curly hair because I never style it after swimming. I work at a coffee shop. I go running on the boardwalk every morning and I’m learning to surf. I have a Border Collie and a pair of old binoculars to help me spot whales

me: no, actually

me: I’m in a tiny apartment in Edinburgh, and I work at a bookstore. I read all the time. I wear Wellies and turtlenecks. In the evenings, I take literature classes just for fun. I head out to Skye for hiking twice a month. I have a Brittany Spaniel –

me: no

me: I see myself in Northern Italy. I work as a server in a hotel restaurant. The village is busy year-round. I meet all kinds of people and learn Italian fluently. I visit my extended family in the surrounding towns every weekend. I browse Christmas markets in the winter and hike in the Dolomites all summer. I travel to Austria, Croatia, and Slovenia. And Greece. And Spain. I learn to cook authentic Italian meals. I sit on hilltops and read. I drink espresso and wine and I plant a fig tree in my yard. I write a book. And

me: wait

me: so I’m the owner of a bed-and-breakfast in Quebec. 

Gift giving

My aunt’s husband is a total fucking dickhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences (like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to Nigeria.

It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that choice.

My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family gatherings.

Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into motion.

I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every person in my family - bar one.

This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.

Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope. It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend. “Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!” And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing - nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me, nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his grandkids.

The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.

Merry fucking Christmas, Tony.

The Distance Between Us

A.N. HEY, GUYS! So this was SUPPOSE to be only a imagine with only one part to it BUT if I did that it would've been 1,000,000 words long soooo I think there might be Three parts… Is that okay? I will post part 2 tomorrow hopefully and part three next Saturday. This was a request! Thank you to whoever requested this! Anyways, Enjoy!


Chatter filled the mystical snowy atmosphere as students in different house robes with their trunks with other personal items and pets such as owls, toads, cats, and rats dragging behind them.

All of them standing on the platform waiting for the Hogwarts Express to take them away from the castle.

I have to admit Hogwarts did a hell of a job of decorating for the holidays to the 8-foot Christmas trees with sparkling ornaments and the giant Christmas feast held every year in the Great Hall.

It’s a shame I can’t spend it with my boyfriend, Draco, he has to go on holiday with his family to Switzerland. L u c k y  h i m.

I was quite upset when I heard the news. Every year I have to stay at the castle because my parents always have some “important” business to attend to.

When I told Draco this he started to spend Christmas at Hogwarts too so I wouldn’t be lonely during the holidays.

Those are my favorite memories of Draco and I. This year I have to figure out what I’m going to.

“Hey, Babe.” A voice from behind me spoke placing a firm kiss on my cheek.

Turning around I’m faced with a Draco who has his Slytherin scarf up to his chin and snowflakes in his hair and eyelashes.

He looked like a God.

Noticing my staring he gives me a cheeky smile and a wink.

I smile back at him. Of course, it wasn’t a real smile it was a smile you give your parents to assure them you’re okay when you’re not.

His smile turned into a frown, “Love, I won’t be away for long. Remember what I told you?”

Nodding my head I replied, “I know but sending an owl isn’t the same as seeing you in person, Dray.”

Reaching his hand towards my face he hooks his finger behind my ear and his thumb was rubbing small circles on my cheek bone.

“You know Y/N that the distance between us is only 1,640 km.”

I look at him in awe, “That’s a lot of distance that’s going to be in between us.”

“It is but just knows when you look up at the sky thinking of me I’m also looking at the same sky thinking of you, my love.”

Blushing at his statement Draco brings his lips to mine not kissing me they were just brushing over mine.

Putting my arms around his neck I close the remaining space that was between us.

While our lips moved in sync one of Draco’s found a way to my waist, he grip was firm.

Draco is the first to pull away because the train finally reached the platform.

He places his forehead against mine, “I would love if the distance between us was zero but I’m sorry Love I have to go. Expect my owl.”

With that, he grabbed his trunk and owl and got in line to board the train.

My eyes followed his every move to him walking in the train corridors through the windows until he took his seat with his fellow Slytherins.

As the train started to move against the tracks he waved his final Goodbye.

Watching the train until it’s out of my sight I think, “What am I going to do now.”


                                              END OF PART ONE
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Well, this is going to be a reeeeally long post… so, be prepared.
I’ve always loved Christmas: I love buying presents for my friends, love the shiny lights down the streets, the atmosphere, the ritual of decorating the Christmas tree and making the nativity scene (I used to  do that with my sister when we were living at my parent’s house), the fact that I can stay with all my family (and my doggy of course) and just enjoy the time together and have long conversation with my cousins or my grandma.

I’ve had a beautiful childhood and I decided to put some of my memories in this drawing.
It’s a little present for all of you, for your tireless support, for your kind words in chat or asks. I’m grateful for this full year, even if it has been a bit difficult and, sometimes, I was really scared.
I want to thank all the tumblr community and wish you all the happiness in the world.

If you are interested there’s an “explanation” of the drawing under the “read more” line, useful for those who aren’t Italian and want to know more about some of our Christmas food and traditions.


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Fall Back Down, Pt. 3 [Finn Balor]

Part One. Part Two.

Author note: To continue for another part or no? I kind of like the way this ended….

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“Do you want the opened bottle or the other?”

“Grab both,” you called back towards the kitchen. You listened as Finn took out the wine to accompany the Chinese food that was spread out on your coffee table.

It was December 3rd, and you found yourself on the floor of your living room, surrounded by boxes of Christmas decorations. Anything themed for the fall had already been packed and put away; it was time to winterize your apartment. A bare tree stood in the back corner, a box of ornaments beside it. You’d already strung up Christmas lights as a trim around your living room, and put up a couple wall decorations. Many things were left to do, however.

Finn came in to the room, carrying two glasses and two bottles. He set them down on the table before sitting down beside you on the floor between the couch and table.

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! I absolutely ADORE you twos' writing and it caused me to wonder, is there any way you could you write how the RFA members (as well as V and Saeran) would react to finding out MC's gift for them under the tree was a box with a (positive) pregnancy test in it? I hope you enjoy writing this when you get around to it (or if you decide to).

A/N: HOW CUTE IS THIS OMG!! No worries anon, we definitely decided to! (sorry it’s after Christmas though ;A;) Thank you for your kind words!!!!! ~Admin 404

Hi I adore you <3 ~ Admin 626


*YOOSUNG:

-He’s so excited for Christmas!!

-He knows he got you so many gifts! He really hopes you like all of them!

-You got him multiple gifts as well! But there’s one that you’re really nervous to give him…

-You decided to save it until the end! After all the presents and clean up from the wrapping paper, it was time

-”Hey, Yoosung? I um… I think there’s another present for you in the tree.”

-???? He looks in the tree to find a cute small box, wrapped up with a bow

-When he opens it, the first thing he sees is a piece of paper that says, “Player 3, joining the game.”

-Under it, he finds a pregnancy test.

-…a….poSITIVE. PREGNANCY. TEST.

-ALMOST FAINTS

-HONESTLY TEARS UP OMG

-”MC, is…is this for real? Are you… are we going to….”

-The moment you assure him that yes, you are pregnant with his child, he hugs you so tightly you were worried for your health yoosungie pls let me go i cant breATHE

-He’s so hyper the rest of the night! Takes care of everything! Makes you rest!

-Constant reminders that he loves you, and that this is the absolute best present he’s ever gotten on Christmas


*JUMIN:

-If you’ve ever said something vague, like, “Oh, hey, that dress is kinda cute”

-Bam, it’s now under your tree

- you need a bigger tree to cover all the presents he’s gotten you

-You try SO HARD to get him gifts but he!! Never!!!! Lets you!!!!

-”It’s alright MC, all I’ve ever wanted is you. There’s no reason to give me anything. If I wanted something so material, I’d simply buy it for myself.”

- that’s noT HOW PRESENTS WORK, DAMMIT JUMIN

-It’s time to play, Who’s the Most Spoiled: You or Elizabeth the Third?

-He didn’t expect any presents from you because he’s already told you a million times he needs nothing

-So when he finds one, he’s super confused?

-Why is this here? What could it be?

-Of course he didn’t wait for you to come back from the kitchen to open it

-When he saw the positive pregnancy test, he immediately felt like he was soaring flyyyyyin’

-Stared into the box with tears in his eyes, so when you walked in you immediately froze

-Was he upset??? Did you make a mistake???

-When you spoke his name, he looked up at you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him make in your time together

-”MC, this… this is the best news I’ve ever gotten. I… We…. You… a baby? All I’ve ever wanted was to have a child to call my own. Thank you. So much.”

*SAEYOUNG:

-HIS FIRST REAL CHRISTMAS

-Y E S

- his longest yeah boy ever

-Not only bought you a TON of gifts, but also handmade you a lot of things!

-Wakes you up early by jumping on the bed like a little kid

-Since it was his first real Christmas, you decided to buy him as many gifts as you could!

-Though, there was one gift that you couldn’t figure out how to give him…

-Later that day, after all the gifts were opened, and you two had time to relax and unwind, you tell him you have to go do something

- okay that’s not vague at all MC???

-You were gone for a very long time, so he went to go find you

-When he got to the bedroom, the only thing he found was a small, wrapped box in the middle of the room

-He saw that it was labelled to him, and opened it

-”…Wait. Is… is this?”

-INSTANT SOBBING

-HE’S WANTED A FAMILY WITH YOU SINCE THE MOMENT HE MET YOU

-NOW HE’S GOING TO HAVE ONE

-LITERALLY COULD NOT GET ANY HAPPIER

-You came out from behind the door where you were hiding and call out to him

-You braced yourself for a tackle but it didn’t come?

-When you opened your eyes, you saw him drop to his knees in front of you and wrap his arms around your hips

-He laid his forehead against your stomach and through tears started to talk to your guy’s child

-”Hi there little man or princess. You’re gonna have the best Christmas’ from now on, I can promise you this. You’ll have the childhood I never got to have.”


*SAERAN:

-The two of you were more of a “Here’s a gift let’s just watch movies and nap the rest of the day” kind of couple

-So that’s what you did

-You exchanged gifts and cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie

-He sat cross legged, and you sat on his lap

-He reached for the remote but…. That… isn’t a remote?

-It was a rectangle box, with a bow on it

-But, you two already exchanged gifts? Was this one from another RFA member?

- lowkey gets a little jealous

-Until he notices it has his name on it?

-So he holds it up in front of you and asks about it

-”MC, what is this?”

-”I dunno maybe it’s from Santa”

-”Yeah, whatever”

-He keeps it in front of you and opens it to see the positive pregnancy test

-YOU CAN FEEL HIM TENSE UP UNDERNEATH YOU IMMEDIATELY

-HE ACTUALLY DROPS THE BOX ONTO YOUR LAP

-You keep quiet because you want to let it sink in, and wait for him to speak first

-He doesn’t though. No words come out. The only reason you know he moved was because he crossed his arms over your chest and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you closer

-After kissing the back of your head, you heard him sigh before resting his chin on his hand, lips close to your ear

-”MC, I love you. I really do. I’m so scared of being a terrible father. But knowing you, this kid’s going to have a fantastic mother, and I can’t imagine having a family with anyone else but you..”

- SOMEONE PROTECT HIM

*ZEN

-Omg this boy goes all out on christmas for you!!!

-Jewelry, books, video games, etc

-Anything you wanted, he got you

-He thinks he’s gonna beat you again this year

-zenChristmasisntacompetition

-He’s so confused when he sees only one box for him under the tree?

-Not that he’s ungrateful, he’ll love anything you got him! But last year you got him tons of gifts

But oh my god when he opens it, hE DROPS THE BOX AND PICKS YOU UP IN EXCITEMENT

“We’re gonna have a baby?! Like an actual baby?!” oh my god this poor boy is about to cry, he’s so excited

“Do we know the gender? How many months are you? When’s the next appointment?!” omg Zen pls calm down MC has a baby she needs to relax

-He’s so happy though

-He never thought he’d have a family

-But now he has you and a child on the way <3

-He vows to treat his child with all the love in the world; he will never make his child feel the way his parents made him feel

-The rest of the night he just can’t stop kissing you

-It’s either your lips or your tummy, but this boy will not stop attacking

-Hell, he does this the entire time you’re pregnant

-You’re going to have his child, of course he’ll treat you like a goddess

*JAEHEE

-Ever since you came into her life, this lil lady is always so hyped about Christmas!!!

-You two don’t really give each other presents because Jaehee sadly never has time to get gifts

-But you two snuggle and watch Christmas movies on Christmas day and nothing could beat that <3

-But Christmas morning, she sees that there’s a box underneath the tree? MC wtf you two didnt agree to gifts this year

-She knows you’re super excited for her to open it though because you even whipped out your camera

-When she opens it, she’s really confused…?

-It’s a bunch of baby items???

-But then she opens the card, and she sees the positive pregnancy test taped to the inside

-“We’re going to be Moms, Jaehee!!!”

-This girl loses it

-She’s crying so much and she’s hugging you so tightly

-You two have been trying for so long and it was taking a toll on you two because treatments were expensive

-But it finally happened!!!

-She’s going to have a family with you!!!

-She spends the rest of the night nuzzling to your stomach and talking to the baby <3

*V

-Christmas with V is really chill

-You two agree to one gift, and one gift only

-And then there’s so much snuggling thisboydoesn’tletyougo

-Well since this lil boy can’t see, you can’t exactly place a box underneath the tree and hope he sees it

-So you hand him the pregnancy test and a card that’s in braille for him <3

-He has no idea what the stick is but he figures you’ll tell him?

-But in the card, you don’t tell him you’re pregnant

-Instead you tell him he should get the surgery

-“We’ve been over this MC, I’m not getting the surgery” he really doesn’t wanna have this argument today of all days

-alsowhatahorriblegiftwtfthanksastickandacardthattellsmetogetsurgery,hownice

-“Fine, but when you don’t get to see your child when they’re born, don’t blame me”

-“That’s fine, but-”

-W A I T

-CHILD???

-WHAT

-“You’re holding a positive pregnancy test in your hand. I think you’d hate it if that was the picture of our baby’s first ultra sound though and you didn’t get to see”

-hetearsupohmygoshyourepregnantyouregonnahavehisbabyholyshitthisisreal

-V’s gentle though, he doesn’t pick u up, he doesn’t start sobbing

-He slowly strokes your stomach the entire night and comes up with an entire plan for your pregnancy

-Which includes getting the surgery because there’s now way he’s missing out on seeing his kid <3

The Contest-Part 14

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

 Part 1 (all parts are linked)

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the doctor finally came out to speak to Ryan.  “Emily did great.  We’ll need to keep her for a few days for observation since we had to do an emergency C-section, but she will be fine I think.”

“And the baby?” Ryan asked.

“Your son is fine.  Nice healthy set of lungs.  Emily is in post-op and the baby is getting checked out by the pediatrician.  You will be able to see them both shortly.”

“What are you naming him?” Jared asked.

“Dylan James.” Ryan told him.  There were tears in his eyes as he tried to hold it together.

We stayed with Ryan until he was allowed to go and see Emily.   I gave him my cell number and asked him to give it to Emily to call when she was feeling up to it.  Nikki and I hugged him and Jared shook his hand.  “Thanks for everything.” He said as he followed the nurse out of the room.

Jared was driving the three of us back to our apartments when Nikki spoke. “Why don’t you tweet something, Y/N?  Most of the crew follows you on Twitter, that way everyone will know whats going on.”  

Y/F/N  Y/L/N                                                                                                          @GeminigiraffeRN

Please join me in welcoming the newest member of the SPN family, Dylan James.  Mom Emily is doing great! We love you Em!

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“Go on!” You urged happily as you shoved a little box that had been wrapped in pretty paper into Julian’s chest. “Open it.”

“I thought we’d finished exchanging gifts.” He replied, a gentle smile pulling at his mouth as he stared at the package in his hands.

“Well, yeah… Technically. But this one is special.”

“And what makes this on so grand?” He asked, smirking at you as a fingernail started digging underneath the fold of the paper.

“Just open it!” You laughed.

With a quick roll of his eyes, Julian ripped the paper away and thumbed at the lid covering the box before finally getting inside and withdrawing an old, silver bell and holding it out between you… “What might this be?”

This…” You started, giving it a tiny flick and listening to the way it tiredly jangled. “Is from my mom… She wrapped it a few years ago and has been waiting to give it to the first guy I was actually serious about. It’s basically a good luck charm in my family and means the couple who hangs it on their tree each Christmas, will be together another year. It’s kind of cheesy… But if you think about it, it’s-”

“Perfect.” Came Julian’s response after he tucked the bell safely back in it’s box. “I love it.”

“You do?”

Absolutely… Can I assume this means your mother likes me, then?”

You humphed and crossed your arms before jesting, “She tolerates you.”

(X) (~♫♪~)

*Imagine having Julian Spend Christmas with Your Family*

@capscanary: Imagine having Julian spend Christmas with your family

Fairy lights and polaroids,
That’s how I’d define her.
She finds happiness in the smallest things.
Her voice reminds me of a Nirvana song
And her eyes sparkle like the fairy lights placed delicately on her ceiling.
She is so delicate, like a daisy.
Yet she can totally rock out to a Metallica song on her guitar.
The spring in her step reminds me to always see the bright side.
When she smiles, so does everyone else.
She radiates like the sun.
She’s my built-in best friend and I wouldn’t trade her for anyone.
Even though she drags us all out of the house just so we can go stand in the cold and cut down our Christmas tree.
There’s no one I would rather spend my childhood with.
Sharing clothes and everything.
Laughing at our years upon years of inside jokes.
Crying together when we lose our friends and family.
Always knowing there’s someone there, no matter what.
—  Yeah, That’s My Sister;L.L.

tavernblues  asked:

I want to start off my saying I love your poetry. My best friend makes it her duty to buy me a new one every Christmas. It's something very special. But Sad Girls has changed my world. The connection i had with the characters almost felt life like. Audrey became my friend, enemy, and friend again. I fell in and out of love with Rad and wanted to strangle Candela so many times. This book came to life and I'm so sad to be done with it. Thank you for your words, they mean so much.

That’s so sweet of your friend! She sounds so lovely. I never celebrated Christmas before I met Michael. Now it’s a big thing we do every year with his extended family. The week leading up I’m constantly complaining about shopping for presents and why can’t white people just give out cash in red envelopes like we do? But I have to admit, on the day, when the kids are around the tree and their little eyes light up when they’re tearing through the wrapping, it is magical. 

I’m really happy you feel that way about Sad Girls. I can’t believe how much my readers are falling for my characters. I didn’t set out to write a book where the main characters were perfect. I think that would have been the safe option. I wanted to tell a story about a girl finding herself. One who makes bad choices and mistakes. Who can be selfish and irresponsible. Who can often be oblivious to the destruction she causes in the lives of those around her. That’s why Audrey can sometimes feel like the villain or the antihero. But it’s her story and I wanted to tell it with authenticity. 

Lots of love, 

Lang xo

The Way Home (Part 6)

Summary: AU. Two hearts are broken after reader makes the difficult decision to leave home and pursue her dreams. When her older brother Steve asks her to come home, reader is forced to confront her past and the life she could have had with her ex, Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: language, angst, fluff?

A/N: I’m not really sure if this is good or not, because I have been a mess over Carrie and now her mama. Can’t even believe it. Hug all your loved ones tonight. Anyways, this is definitely my the most angst I’ve ever written in my entire life. Part seven will be the last part! As always, thank you for reading!

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the Christmas theory:

I’ve always had a hunch that d&p spend Christmas together. However, I never really bothered to see how logical that was until yesterday.

I was chatting with a friend about it, until I sent a few photos, and we realized that they must have spent 2016 Christmas with dan’s family.


sounds crazy? here’s why it’s not:

here’s a picture dan posted:

here’s a picture phil posted:

notice anything similar?
well, there’s the EXACT same walls, carpet, and even roll of wrapping paper. (the red one)
although dan may be a living room, (or possibly not!!), there is the same style of everything. I would think it’s very unlikely that they both just happen to be in a place with that many similarities. AND we all know that dan only smiles that fondly at phil

you might want to argue that the tree in the back pf phil’s picture with the desert looks far too different from dan’s tree here.

compared to:

keep in mind that dan’s tree in 2011 has many similarities to phil’s in 2016 (decorations and such), and looks significantly different from the 2014 tree as well. (dan never showed the 2016 xmas tree, maybe there’s a reason for that)

AND that doesn’t even have to be the actual Christmas tree. as we see in phil’s bedroom photo, they have a bunch of miniature trees that I’m sure are all over the house, so who’s to say that isn’t one?

my point being: the trees obviously change a lot, so it’s not something that can disprove anything

2016 Christmas, phil never posted a picture with his family. in fact, the only family related remark he made was that his family was scared that he would drop his ‘salted caramel glitter log.’ but as we all know, d&p consider each other family.

though this works well for 2016 Christmas, I haven’t checked any other year, but I’m very interested to see what they will do this year.
they’ve become so comfortable with everything that im sure even if we dont get a selfie, we’ll get something to prove they’re together. I could probably prove it for most years if I wasn’t so lazy

once again, this can probably be disproved, but keep in mind that it’s only a simple theory that does happen to make sense. I probably should have looked over more photos of dan’s family house but whatever


any questions?? pLEASE ASK mE IM DESPERATE. 

anything to say?? SAY IT ILL REPLY AND LOVE YOU

DAY 3361

Malta                        June 10,  2017                  Sat 8:11 am local time




and there is resumption of the Blog of the night gone by ..

as I look towards the pond that I spoke about last night, beyond it there was a high fencing of the boundary of the property .. above it some on our side some on the other, were large ‘mahua’ trees .. the mahua tree sheds white flower like pods during a season, I think around winter perhaps , or I may be wrong, but shed it does .. and the entire floor of the ground beneath turns white .. a white sheet of mahua  .. these pods or flowers are used to form the famous mahua drink, which can be slightly intoxicating .. not sure about the intoxication either, but the drink yes .. 

my Father wrote a folk song on it   ..

“mahua ke neeche moti jhare mahua ke” .. “महुआ के नीचे मोती झरे महुआ के ..” 

‘pearl drops underneath and beneath the mahua tree …’ 


beyond the fence though were also several ‘jamun’ trees .. the property of the land beyond the fencing was housed by my friend Shashi .. Shashi Mukherji .. a Bengali , and his family .. their gate opened on the other side at right angles to Clive Road .. right opposite that Police ‘chowki’ I wrote about ..

Shashi was our gang .. we played and moved around together .. climbing the ‘jamun’ trees to break and eat the ‘jamun’, at times precariously perched on thin branches and often warned and chased down by the ‘mali’ of the compound .. the gardener ..

there was also a large guava orchard towards the front portion of Shashi’s home .. and we spent a lot of time climbing them too, to break and eat raw guava .. and also to play a rather intricate game there .. 

a circle was drawn in the centre of the orchard, and a dry stick put within it .. we held hands all the players of the game, did the ‘Hickory Dickory Dock’ routine to get a ‘den’ .. and his job was to guard the stick, while the others had to be not on the ground, but on the trees .. the ‘den’ could climb up to touch us, so we would be ‘out’ and he had to prevent another player from another tree NOT to climb down and steal the stick in the circle .. if the other player succeeded in removing the stick, then the ‘out’ would be alive again and the ‘den’ would have to continue chasing us up the trees .. pretty arduous, but such fun .. !

Shashi was the elder among us .. he was a strong well built guy, with a fine chiselled body .. had a lot of gymming equipment on the lawns by the guava orchard .. ordinary weights dumb bells and roman rings strung up on two posts .. he was a boxer too, and had often punched me up during informal punch outs at our neighbour, Naresh Das’s home ..

At some years past, Shashi’s family opened a book store in their home, called simply ..’The Books’ ..

Naresh Das lived on 18, Clive Road .. he a Christian, his Father Paul Das, a pastor in the Church .. had two sisters .. the elder Shunila, and the younger, Malti .. Shunila was truly a very pretty lady, played the piano superbly and was a great partner for the badminton games that we played in their compound every evening .. 18, was just opposite the gate of 17 .. a very large area compound, it also housed a stationary store, run by the family ..

Naresh was a couple of years older than me, and perhaps a year younger than Shashi .. Naresh joined Sherwood College, Nainital and after a couple of years brought Sherwood’s Principal, the Rev RC Llewelyn to our house to coerce my parents to send me  and my brother to Sherwood  .. we followed as you know ..

those were such wonderful days .. Naresh and his family celebrated Christmas with great pride and tradition .. we loved the Christmas tree that would come up in their home and looked forward to the gifts that would come to us on Christmas Day, along with the delicious Christmas cake that Shunila and her Mother, Mrs Paul Das, baked for us .. not to forget those melodious nights of Christmas carol singing, that Paul Das and his family and fellow Christians would come over to 17 with candles at midnight and the strains of ‘Silent Night Holy Night’ .. the most sonorous hymn .. and my Mother making hot coffee for them in the cold Allahabad winter .. 

Naresh passed out of Sherwood before me .. was athletic on the track .. during his holidays from Nainital he would take me to a rough sports track, some distance from our home and practice his sprints for the 100 and 200 yards races .. I was pretty good myself at athletics .. some of the pictures put up by Moses, show my brother and me with our cups we had won at Boys’ High School, Sports Meet, where we studied in Allahabad .. remember the March Past that we did before the Sports meet began .. I was in Blue House .. there were 4 - Blue, Green, Red and Yellow .. later in Sherwood I was in Robin Hood House, whose colour was green .. we had 4 houses in Sherwood too - Robin Hood, Allen-a-Dale, Friar Tuck and Little John … all characters from the Robin Hood tales - green, red, blue, yellow respectively ..

I was in my Final year at Sherwood, when news came in of Naresh .. he developed an infection and passed away .. I was terribly shattered by the news .. perhaps the very first experience at that age of death .. it disturbed me to an extent that affected my stay and study at Sherwood .. the Principal admonishing me first for my misconduct, but on learning of my condition, counselling me and even telephoning my parents to talk to me .. 

Malti Das, the youngest, and younger than me by far, I met some years back, in San Francisco, when I was there for one of my Concert Tours .. married with children, migrated .. sent in a most loving note back stage at the concert, as she was present there, and broke into tears when I sent for her to meet me .. she never expected I would remember her .. gave me all the news of the family .. of her parents .. of Shunila .. and ..

I have not heard any more since .. 

the sounds of memory cling on .. they have not faded or gone into absentia .. vivid picture perfect and alive within .. with an entire store house of so much more of those days .. but ..

it would be of little use now to the Ef .. perhaps later .. ‘shortly’ .. 

My love, as I dwell in those deep caverns of endless classified tapes, running wildly on some master computer, governed by that oddly shaped head, belonging to the writer -

Amitabh Bachchan

Arranged Marriage Part 2

(A.N. Heyyyyyyyyyy! Here is Part 2 of Arranged Marriage! Also, Bellatrix makes an appearance I know she dies in Deathly Hallows but I just had to put her in this imagine. Enjoy ;p)

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It’s been almost 7 months since Draco slipped that golden band on my finger. Today is the day we seal the deal.

Draco’s mum and my mum planned the whole thing. To the outdoor renu to the white veil, I wear that matches Dray’s tie.

Certainly, I’m standing in the dressing room having the women on both sides of the families dress and cake my face.

“Hey, Sissy? Where’s the scotch?” Bellatrix slurred tapping on Draco’s mother’s shoulder.

“Bella I think you had enough already. The wedding hasn’t even star–”

“Yeah yeah yeah. The wedding hasn’t even started yet. Blah blah blah.” The aunt cutting her sister off shaking her glass trying to get the last drops of alcohol in it.

The sound of a door closing made all of the women look towards it.

It was my mother dressed in a white silk gown that touches the floor.

“Hey Y/N are you ready?”

Nodding my head I look in the mirror.

My hair was in a braided bun.

A small white flower grown sat on my head.

I wore a lace white gown that touched the floor

The lacy sleeves reached all the way to my hands.

Turning around and walking out the door my mum was holding I greeted my father who stood in a black and white suit.

Hooking my arm around him we set towards the seating area where all of the guests occupied.

Sweet piano music rang through the renu as everyone turned to face me.

Keeping my head up high I look eyes with Draco who…. Looked stunning the white of his button up shirt made his eyes shine to the light blush on his cheeks as I made my way toward him.

My dad shaking Draco’s hand and then kissing my cheek I took a hold of Draco’s hand.

Positioning myself in front of Draco he flashes me his award winning smile.

Smiling back at him the priest starts the wedding vows. (Assuming the Malfoy’s are Christians)

“I do.” Draco smiled.

“And Y/N do you take Draco Malfoy to be your husband through sickness and in health.”

“I do.”

“Then you may kiss the bride.”

Draco grips my waist and lifts my chin. Looking in my eyes we lock lips.

Pulling away families on both sides applauded us.

Draco smiling and pulling me in for a hug he whispers in my ear,” Y/N my love I will love you, always.”

~ 1 year later ~

“Daddy Mummy! Get up Santa came!”

Hearing a chuckle come from my husband’s pink lips.

“D/N (Daughter’s Name) Five more minutes mommy is really tired.”

“NOOO, IT’S CHRISTMAS! SHE CAN SLEEP LATER!” D/N shrikes jumping on the bed.

“Fine you win go wait by the Christmas Tree we will be down in a couple of minutes.”

“Yay!” She jumped down from the bed and raced down the stairs.

“Good morning my love,” Draco said kissing my lips.

“And good morning to you my beautiful baby to be,” Draco said kissing my round stomach.


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