no dachi

so we all know how teru stands in his well know “pigeon toed” stance  

(credit to wiki)

tbh i just always thought it was cute and just like his thing??

however before i started crying about caesar i noticed caesar from jojos bizarre adventure fought the same way!!

knees bent and shit you know. 

now looking further into it i found out this was an actual stance in martial arts!! from what ive learned its called the sanchin dachi stance! apparently its to help the fighter stay grounded 

some examples

(this captures it pretty well lmao..)

now i dont know shit about martial arts so please correct me if im wrong but i thought it was cool to know why teru had a reason to fight like that and not just be dorky.


  • it’s daichi the first one to invite the whole team to his house for the weekend
  • kageyama’s never stayed at someone else’s ever in his life. he sends a text to the first years’ chat group, asking what he should do, and panics  when tsukishima tells him that he’s never gonna be invited again if he doesn’t behave. which is obviously not true, but kageyama doesn’t know that and spends the night before googling what people usually do at sleepovers
  • asahi is that guy who always brings food, but they’re not those kind of snacks most teenagers like. they’re those low-fat, no sugar snacks or slices of fruits, and diet drinks. nobody complains, though. kageyama is actually happy to eat them, and hinata is super excited because he did not know coke zero and diet coke existed
  • noya and tanaka sometimes try to convince everyone to drink some booze, but they almost never succeed, and the only time daichi agrees (because they’re at noya’s and noya’s grandpa insists they try the good wine), yamaguchi gets drunk with just one glass and spends the rest of the night either demanding cuddles (especially from tsukishima) or crying because hinata’s burning (”no, yamaguchi, that’s the natural color of his hair, remember?)
  • daichi always suggests they watch movies. or maybe documenta– “NO”
  • tsukishima once tells them to spend the night at his house. everyone thinks he’s joking, but when yamaguchi confirms it, the team’s shocked. dachi and suga almost tear up, too proud and too touched that even tsukishima is doing this. (little did they know that he’s just tired of having his mom and his brother insist he invites his teammates too). akiteru spends the entire time asking karasuno stuff about his brother. kei vows to himself to never do this again
  • when it’s hinata’s turn, he invites yachi too. she’s part of the group, ofc it’s only normal for her to take part in their bonding nights, but s-s-she’s a g-girl, nobody before him had the guts to ask her. she’s not sleeping there with them, of course, but she stays until it’s bedtime. yamaguchi’s too stiff because yachi is super cute in casual outfits. noya and tanaka mope because kiyoko-san isn’t there. kageyama gets startled when all of a sudden another hinata (natsu) pops up in the living room. he gets confused (and is fascinated, extremely fascinated) everytime he sees small hinata and smaller hinata interact with each other. later that night, at around 3 am, he realises with mild horror that it’s because the scene’s just too adorable
  • kiyoko actually shows up only when they’re at suga’s. noya, tanaka and yachi literally cry their hearts out because she’s wearing a skirt. them legs. is this paradise? 
  • sometimes they play mario kart and it always ends with someone hurt. daichi and suga are so competitive, they play dirty, suga sneezes on daichi’s face on purpose just to beat him. kageyama is good, always placing in the best four. tsukishima cannot drive ohmygod he always goes off the road or worse, he falls down, fuck this game. noya always gets first somehow. also, ennoshita, narita and kinoshita team up against tanaka (they throw red/blue/whatever color shells only whenever tanaka’s first). hinata always chooses underground characters, and looks extremely proud when he doesn’t come last. tsukishima is only living for the day hinata will pick up toad, it’ll be hilarious. of course, asahi spends half the time being afraid/screaming/mumbling incoherently until he falls
  • everyone agrees that the best host is tanaka. when they’re at the tanaka’s they get treated like princes (”and here i thought you were treated like this everyday, ousama” “shut up, tsukishima”)
  • ennoshita gets banned, he’s never holding another sleepover ever after the disaster with the 100 pork buns challenge. they had to clean the house after puking all over the floor. never ever ever again.

A damn haikyuu beach ep. Why u may ask? Let me learn u some this my fine fellow.

• VB squad eating shit because they’re not used to playing on sand

• swIMSUITS?!!?!?!

• someone probably can’t swim (prolly Kags)

• Them playing against VB normies and wiping the floor (sand) with them. (insert the ATLA beach volleyball scene)

• did I mention everyone being partially naked?


• Marco polo

• Suga dressed as a lifeguard

• Sandcastle building competition between all the duos ( Kags & Hinata, Suga & Dachi, Noya & Tanaka, Tsukishima & Yams)

• Someone getting hecka sunburnt

• Noya with wet hair


dachi-chan25  asked:

Hey! May I request #25 "I'm gonna punch you in the mouth...With my mouth... gently... several times" for NejiSaku pretty please??

“Hide me!” Sakura hisses, darting behind Karin.

She jolts, but obliges with amusement, allowing Sakura to duck behind her back. “What’d you do this time, Sakura?”

“I…may have accidentally shoved Neji Hyuuga into the pool,” Sakura replies, drawing Karin’s long hair over her in a feeble attempt to hide. “In my defense, he had that look on his face that he wore before he got into it with Naruto at Kiba’s party.”

Karin whistles, shaking her head and disrupting the hair Sakura styled artfully over herself. “Well, don’t look now, but that so-called ‘perfect’ vision the Hyuugas claim to possess is coming in handy.”

Sakura squeaks, making to run off to a possibly more empathetic Ino before finding herself lifted bodily. Judging by the water soaking through her clothes, Neji has found her.


She is admittedly impressed with his strength as he carries her from the house out around to a less inhabited area. He places her down against the wall and pins her with his arms bracketing each side. Sakura looks up into his face, bravely deciding to face death.

His expression is thunderous, dark hair hanging in thick rivets around his face, weighed down by the water. The scent of chlorine hits her and she cannot keep from giggling slightly.

She is so dead.

Neji leans in over her, arm braced against the wall above her head. “I’m going to punch you in the mouth-” Sakura swallows, searching his expression for the joke. His pale eyes are dark with intent and give nothing away. “-with my mouth…gently…several times.”

Sakura blinks and opens her mouth to respond as Neji presses forward and makes good on his promise.

She quickly forgets any protests and even finds that she doesn’t mind the bracing scent of chlorine. After all, she put it there.

After seeing the Steven boom that was revealed in the San Diego Comic Con I wanted to draw Lars.I laughed a lot when they make space pirates next to the off colors hahaha, at least you see that they spend well escaping turquoise.For those who have not yet seen it should already be on YouTube (?)Well, that’s it. See you later.

PD: This fanart is based on the Steven Boom that came out. The colors are not official until the chapters come out.

out of all the versions i have seen of this, never once did i stumble across a haikyuu!! version

i have so many head canons about who would be on what team, but in the end decided to make this a karasuno version, enjoy!(maybe another one of these to come….)

dachi-chan25  asked:

I'm sending another prompt cuz this ship deserves more LOVE : “You and I were a fascinating narrative, and I’ve always liked to tell stories.”

Thank you, I love you! And you’re quotes are amazing, keep em coming.

Chapter 1: First Grade

The day I met Betty, I knew she was something special. This little girl with blond pigtails and big green eyes, who’s smile lit up the room the second she walked in. I noticed her because she noticed me. She bounced over to where I was sitting and said,

“Hi, I’m Betty Cooper, what’s your name?” I was a shy, awkward child with only one friend. Archie Andrews, a nice boy whom I had known my entire life. But Archie wasn’t in my class that year, so I spent most of the time keeping to myself. I barely knew how to respond to someone talking to me, especially in such a happy way.

“I’m Jughead…Jones, the third.” I finally responded. Betty let out a cute giggle and sat down across from me.

“That’s a funny name. I’m new, my family just moved here. I don’t have any friends, and since you are sitting alone I thought maybe you could use a friend too. Want to be friends?”

Betty asked me that in the blunt way that only a child could. I told her yes, mainly because I was so shocked that I don’t think I could’ve said anything other than what she wanted to here. Betty immediately took me under her wing. She was the new girl, but she fit in better at school then I ever had. Betty forced me out of my comfort zone. She dragged me to school and town events that I normally would’ve avoided like the plague.

Even as a first grader, I was aware that Betty was different from the others. She was both kind and strong. She never let anyone say a bad word about me. She once punched a kid who had tripped me on purpose.

Imagine this. A tiny, pretty, first grade girl punching the biggest, meanest kid in our grade. I can still remember it as if it were yesterday. 

Betty and I were walking home after school, minding our own business when a boy named Reggie stuck his foot out and tripped me. I went sprawling, the books in my arms flying everywhere. I heard Reggie and his pals laughing.

“Leave him alone!” A small voice rang out. I looked up to see Betty standing in front of Reggie, her little hands in fists by her side. She was at least a head shorter than Reggie, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

“What are you going to do about it, new girl?” Reggie teased, sending another wave of laughter through his friends. Before anyone had time to react, Betty had swung her arm and punched Reggie right in the face. He stumbled backwards, holding his cheek and looking at her in shock. Betty simply tossed her ponytail, turned on her heel, and walked over to me. She stuck her hand out and helped me up.

“Let’s go Juggie” She said, taking my hand and pulling me away. I wish I could say that Reggie never bothered me again, but I can’t. What I can say was that he was always careful never to end up on the wrong side of Betty ever again.

“What are you writing Juggie?” Jughead looked up from his laptop in surprise to find none other than Betty sitting across from him.

“Betty? When did you get here?”

“A few minutes ago, you were really absorbed in your writing, it must be something good.”

“I think it will be.” Jughead leaned forward across the table to give her a kiss. “And hi.” He smiled sitting back down.

“Hi, so what are you writing?” She asked again

“A story”

“About…?” She quirked her eyebrows, obviously wondering why he was being so evasive.

“I’ll let you know when its finished.” Jughead answered, knowing that didn’t really satisfy her question. But she simply shrugged and pulled out a book from her backpack.

“Then you better get writing.”

Chapter 2: Archie Andrews

Archie and Betty hit it off immediately when I introduced the two of them. I knew they would, they were both energetic, kind people who always saw the best in everything.

To tell the truth, I was a bit nervous that they would become amazing friends and forget all about me, but that did not happen. Betty and Archie never once made me feel like an outsider, or like I was different from the two of them. Which let’s be honest, I was the odd one out. But with the two of them I never felt like that.

The summer after first grade was one of the best of my life. Archie, Betty and I did everything together. We called ourselves the Three Musketeers. We spent the entire summer roaming through Riverdale, finding secret spots and playing great adventure games.

Betty was the one who started calling us the Three Musketeers. She started it after Archie proposed a pirate game where I was a pirate who had kidnapped Betty and he was the brave captain sent to rescue her. Betty had put her hands on her hips and fixed Archie with a terrifying stare.

“Archie Andrews, I am not a damsel in distress. If you want to play something, how about we play the Three Musketeers, cause I can fight just as well as both of you.”

And so we had played the Three Musketeers and neither of us had ever suggested that Betty play the part of damsel in distress ever again.

Oh, how I wish that summer could’ve lasted forever, but like all good things, it had to come to an end.

Second grade was when thing really began to change. Betty and Archie were in the same class, I unfortunately was left the odd person out.

For a little while, it was like nothing had changed from the summer, but I began to notice small shifts in our friendship. Betty and Archie developed a closer bond because they were spending so much time together. They still included me, but I began to feel more like a third wheel than one of the musketeers.

Then Betty started tutoring Archie.

Then Archie asked Betty to marry him.

Suddenly, everything had changed. I’m not even sure if they realized it, but suddenly it became Archie and Betty…oh and Jughead. 

They were young, and experiencing their first major crush, and I don’t blame them for their actions, but it became all about how they felt about each other. This was something that unfortunately continued in the years to come. I watched Archie and Betty do an exasperating dance for years. They pushed down their feelings, too scared it would change their friendship. 

I watched Betty fall hard for Archie, who seemed to remain oblivious. I listened to her complain about a new girl he was with. I comforted her when Archie did something to hurt her feelings.

All the while, I waited. I waited for Betty to wake up one day and realize that while she had been crushing on Archie all of these years, I had been crushing on her.

“Jughead” Betty’s voice once again brought him from his writing. He looked up at her and raised his eyebrows, wondering why she had interrupted him. Jughead found Betty looking at him intently. They stared at each other for a few moments before Jughead gave in with a sigh.

“What is it Betty?”

“You were frowning. Quite intensely might I add. Trouble with your writing?”

“More like troubling subject matter.” Jughead replied, avoiding Betty’s eyes.

“Juggie…” He could feel Betty’s gaze on him. He finally looked up.

“Betty, I promise I will tell you, I’ll even let you read it. But you just need to wait until its finished.”

“Not even a hint?” Betty teased.

“It’s a fascinating narrative, just like all of the stories I love to write.” Jughead winked at her

“Juggie! That tells me nothing.”

“I know, and you won’t find out anything unless you let me get back to my writing.”

“Fine” Betty stuck her tongue out at Jughead.

Chapter 3: Changing Times

This pattern continued until the summer before our sophomore year. Everything changed that summer. Betty went away for an internship, Archie didn’t go away physically, but he still became distant.

I found myself alone in Riverdale for the first time since I met Archie.

I poured myself into my novel about Jason Blossom’s disappearance, trying to pretend that I didn’t notice the absence of my friends.

School felt like a foreign country without my Archie and Betty to help me navigate. I was avoiding Archie at all costs, and I hadn’t gotten a chance to see Betty yet. I knew she must have a lot on her mind, with what had happened to her sister. Plus she was usually surrounded by Kevin and the new girl, Veronica Lodge. 

I kept waiting to find Betty alone, but it never seemed to work out that way. So, I continued pouring myself into my novel and isolating myself into a booth at Pop’s. That is, until Archie came into Pop’s after a dance, looking for Betty.

That was the night when hope returned.

I found out that Betty had finally confessed her feelings and that Archie had told her that he didn’t feel the same.  I hated that Betty was hurting, but another part of me, and not a small part, was glad that she could finally move on.

She had been pining after Archie Andrews for too long. Archie was a great guy and my best friend, but he didn’t love Betty in the way that she deserved.

I am not good at expressing my emotions, but the moment I found out what happened, I wanted to run over to Betty’s and pour out my heart. The only thing that stopped me was knowing that Betty was still grieving over the loss of the idea of her and Archie. I knew I needed to give her time. Time to heal and time to move on.

So I waited. It killed me, but I waited.

Archie and I slowly made up. I was glad to have my friend back, but he and Betty were still awkward around one another so it was not quite like old times. I wasn’t sure if we would ever be able to get back to being the Three Musketeers.

Then, one night, Archie and I were walking into Pop’s for some burgers. Archie stopped dead right inside the door. I turned to follow his gaze and locked eyes with none other than Betty Cooper. She looked so beautiful it was like a punch to the gut. 

Both Archie and I waited to see what she was going to do. When she asked us to join her, it was like a weight had been lifted. I gladly agreed, hopping over the booth so I could sit across from Betty. She laughed and wagged her finger at me.

The four of us spent the night laughing and joking. It was almost like old times, just with a plus one. I knew that Archie and Betty were repairing their friendship and I had hope that things would soon be back to normal.

Well, normal between them at least. I wanted things between Betty and myself to be far from normal. I wanted something new. Of course, I was still waiting for a sign from her.

“Jughead!” Betty pratically yelled. Jughead jumped and looked up at her in annoyance.

“Why on earth are you yelling Betts?” 

“Because you didn’t respond the first three times I said your name.”

“Oh…” Jughead looked sheepish

“What I wanted to say is that it’s late and my mom imposed a curfew with what has been going on. So, I’ll leave you to your writing and see you tomorrow.” Betty said standing up.

“Wait!” Jughead quickly saved his document and closed his computer, jumping up next to Betty. “Let me walk you home.”

“Don’t be silly Juggie, you’re really into your writing, I can tell. It’s no problem, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She leaned in and kissed him lightly in the mouth and turned away, but Jughead wasn’t about to let that happen. He grabbed her hand and started walking out with her.

“You don’t be silly. It’s not safe out there, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you got home safe and sound?”

“The tortured, moody, writer kind.” She said, nudging her shoulder against his, but she was smiling brightly and Jughead could tell that she was grateful for his company.

Chapter 4: Blue and Gold

When Betty asked me to help out with reviving the school newspaper I pretended to consider it, even though I had known from the moment I stepped in the room what she wanted and that I would say yes.

I would do anything for Betty, especially when she flashed those puppy dog eyes at me.

But, I probably would’ve said yes even if I wasn’t crushing on her. Because Betty and I were both driven by the same thirst for the truth. I wanted truth for my novel, and she wanted it because she needed to figure out what happened to her sister, but our goals were still the same. Uncover the real story, find the liars, and get the truth out to everyone.

Betty and I spent a lot of long hours together in that dusty news room. Most of the time we were absorbed in our own stories, but occasionally we would bounce ideas off of one another. We had many long discussions about what could be happening and how to find the truth.

Betty told me everything she knew about Polly and Jason.

I told her everything I knew about Archie and Ms. Grundy.

As we uncovered more secrets, we grew closer and closer. We were each others confidants. We were the only ones that we were 100 percent sure that we could trust.

I wish it had been under better circumstances. I wish that a boy didn’t have to die, but I am thankful for what it led to.

One night, Betty and I heard pretty shocking information. When she turned to look at me, I saw a complex series of emotions flicker across her face. She asked me if I believed what we had heard. I told her that I did, scanning her face to see if she agreed. Her expressions were closed off, so I was forced to ask her if she believed.

What happened next was something that I had been waiting for. Betty reached up and put her hands on my neck. I could feel her thumb rubbing my cheek gently.

“I believe you Jughead.” Now her expression was open. Her eyes were so vulnerable, so full of trust. I could do nothing but stare at her for a few seconds, barely able to believe what was happening.

Then I kissed her.

It was everything that I had imagined and hoped it would be.

I kept my eyes closed for a few moments after the kiss, half afraid that I would open them up and find that it had all been a dream. But when I finally opened my eyes, I found Betty smiling at me.

Beautiful, sweet, caring, fierce, kind, strong, incredible Betty.

We had kissed and she was smiling at me like I was the most incredible thing she had ever seen. I have to imagine that I was looking at her the same way.

“I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into first grade with those god forsaken pigtails.” I confessed. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her. So I settled with telling her about my long standing crush. Betty had giggled and wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since I first walked in and saw you scowling in a corner with that hat of yours askew on your head.” Betty had whispered.

We continued walking after that, but everything was different. Now, our fingers were intertwined and we walked so close together we kept bumping into one another.

Jughead walked up to Betty and kissed her as soon as he entered school. Betty looked up into his smiling face and couldn’t help but smile back.

“What are you so happy about this morning?” She asked.

“I finished what I was writing, or I finished up to present day at least.” Jughead spoke quickly out of excitement.

“Can I read it?”

“Yes, follow me.” Jughead pulled her into the newsroom where they could be alone. He pulled the printed copy of his story out of his bag. “Okay, I’ve been trying to think of a way to tell you all of this for a while now. I almost blabbed it the first time we kissed, and about a hundred times after that. But as you know, I am a lot better at words in the form of writing. So I wrote this, it’s our story Betty. At least what has happened so far. And I plan to fill a lot more pages with our adventures.” Having said his piece, Jughead handed Betty his story.

The Story of Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones

Dedicated to Betty Cooper
“You and I were a fascinating narrative, and I’ve always liked to tell stories.” 

“Oh Juggie!” Betty exclaimed, running over to hug him. “This is the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone was ever done for me. Thank you.”

“You’ve only read the first page!” Jughead protested with a laugh, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

“And I already love it, now let go of me so I can read the rest”

God I love writing about Bughead! I will write about these two crazy kids until my fingers bleed.

Send me a Bughead prompt and I’ll write a drabble!  

dachi-chan25  asked:

Hi! I saw you were taking prompts so I came here to leave this one: “I needed someone and… you were the only one I thought of.” I hope you find it inspiring :)

Here you go, hope it’s okay!

Note: I reference Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, the Raven, a few times in this for some strange reason lol. So if you’ve never read it, it’s basically about a depressed guy who’s sitting alone at night reading when he hears this thumping at his door/window and a raven flies in and it keeps saying “nevermore” after every question the guy asks it. At first it amuses him but then it just makes the guy a little crazy and in the end the raven never leaves and the guy thinks his soul has been trapped beneath this devil-raven’s shadow. And that, my friends, is a very rough summary lol.

Other note: This takes place before Betty and Jughead are dating. 

Betty Cooper propped herself up on the mountain of pillows sitting at the head of her queen-sized bed. She let her mind wander as she watched the light beams pouring in from the window bend back and forth as the trees blowing heavily from the breeze caused them to dance across the ceiling. She was deep in thought when a rapping at her window caused her to launch herself off the bed with a start, knocking pillows onto the floor and nearly toppling over the bedside table.

“Holy!” Betty shrieked, clutching her heart and breathing out a sigh of relief as she saw that it was a familiar face staring back at her through the glass and not a stranger’s sent to murder her. “Juggie, you scared me half to death.”

“Bets, you’re the one who called me remember?” Jughead’s lips curled into an amused smirk as he climbed through the open window and stepped into Betty’s bedroom.

“I know,” Betty mumbled, straightening the collar on her sweater and crossing her arms over her chest defensively. “But that was just a really loud thump.”

“Betty, I tapped on the window with my index finger,” Jughead reasoned, his eyes dancing wildly as he saw how rattled she truly was. “I purposefully refrained from a full-on knock so I wouldn’t scare you.”

“Yeah, well, you should have seen my reaction to the tree branch hitting the window the other day,” Betty told him, crossing the room to pick up the fallen pillows by her bed and prop them back up in their correct positions. “I practically jumped out of my skin.”

“Well if a raven happens to fly through that window and starts talking to you, let me know so I can come by and make sure your soul hasn’t been trapped by it’s shadow or anything,” Jughead joked, referencing the Edgar Allen Poe poem they had read in class last year that he had been obsessed with ever since.

“Ha ha,” Betty deadpanned, turning away from Jughead as she climbed back onto her bed to settle into her spot. “And if I’m being completely honest, even that wouldn’t surprise me these days.”

“Betty, are you alright?” Jughead asked, his brows drawing together in concern as he took a seat next to her on the other side of the bed. “You’ve looked pretty glum the past few weeks, which is odd considering that’s a very un-Betty-like thing to be.”

Glum?” Betty scoffed, her nose crinkling in disgust at his odd choice of words. “Really, Juggie?”

“I’ve been reading a lot of 1940′s mystery novels lately,” Jughead explained, as if this were a very plausible reason for using such a term to describe his friend’s current mood. “I’ve picked up some of the vocabulary.”

“I can see that,” Betty mumbled, a faint smile beginning to form on her lips, but never fully reaching her eyes.

“Now, come on,” Jughead whispered, nudging her lightly with his elbow in an attempt to get her to meet his gaze. “I can tell that something’s wrong because you’ve got that little crease between your eyebrows that only sprouts up when you’re worried about something.”

“That always was a dead giveaway, huh?” Betty frowned, her lips pouting the slightest bit as she pulled at a piece of fabric that was beginning to unravel on the quilt in front of her.

“For those of us who know you, yeah,” Jughead agreed, watching with fascination as Betty’s fingers elegantly twisted and untwisted from the thread.

“You always did know me better than anyone, Juggie,” Betty admitted, finally prying her eyes away from the quilt to meet Jughead’s gaze. Their eyes lingered for a moment before Jughead pulled his feet underneath him into a criss-cross position and turned to face Betty.

“I love this picture.” Jughead reached for the photograph sitting at the foot of the bed, lightly running his fingers over a young Polly and Betty Cooper standing near the edge of a cliff, smiling as if they didn’t have a care in the world. “You guys look so free and happy here, like nothing could ever come between you.”

“I was just going through some old photos, and that one stood out to me,” Betty explained, smiling as she looked at it from over Jughead’s shoulder. “Polly was never afraid to take a risk like that when we were younger. She was never afraid to go on roller coasters or listen to scary stories or stand by the edge of cliffs. She would always look out for me and protect me when she knew I couldn’t do those kinds of things without her.”

“You miss her,” Jughead’s voice was soft, almost soothing, as Betty let her mind wander back to the time when things were simpler and Polly was still around.

“I just wish things could have turned out differently, you know?” Betty sniffled, wondering when the tears had formed at the corners of her eyes and if Jughead had noticed. “I wish that she would have never even met Jason Blossom. Maybe then she wouldn’t have gotten sent away and things would just be… better.”

“Maybe,” Jughead shrugged, turning in his spot on the bed to hand Betty the photograph. “But you can’t know that for sure. Even if there was no Jason Blossom, Polly is still who she is. Your parents are still who they are. And we both know that there was always something between them that would have driven them apart at some point, one way or another.”

Betty was quiet for a moment, leaving Jughead to wonder if he had overstepped and said something to offend her. But just as he opened his mouth to apologize, Betty pulled her knees to her chin and turned her head to smile sadly up at him.

“You’re right,” Betty sighed. “I know you’re right, but it still sucks.”

“I agree,” Jughead said, scooting forward on the bed to lift Betty’s chin off her knees so that she would meet his eyes. “It does suck. And it isn’t fair. But I know that Polly will come back someday. I know it. And I’ll be there for you when that day comes, and all the ones in between.”

“That’s why I called you,” Betty told him, her lips twitching up into a lopsided smile. “I needed someone and… you were the only one I thought of.”

“I even beat out the creepy soul-trapping raven?” Jughead joked, referencing the poem once again. “I must be really special then.”

“You are,” Betty agreed, glancing up at him with serious eyes that made all the light-hearted jokes fall away. “You’re really special to me, Jughead.”

Betty’s breath caught in her throat as Jughead’s hand slid across her cheek and looped around to cup the back of her neck. Their lips were inches away from meeting when Betty’s phone buzzing at the foot of her bed caused them to pull away from one another.

“That’s Veronica,” Betty informed him as she leaned forward to see her friend’s name flashing across the screen. “She wanted to go over some English assignment that was giving her those, ‘brain sucking migraines,’ before cheer practice so-”

“Say no more. There’s a cheeseburger at Pop’s with my name on it, anyway,” Jughead hopped off the bed and headed for the window before turning back to raise his eyebrows in Betty’s direction. “You sure you’re gonna be okay?

“Thanks to you,” Betty assured him. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

With one last meaningful smile, Jughead unlatched the window and turned back towards Betty. 

“Okay, I’m lifting up the window and stepping onto the ladder, so there might be a few loud noises here or there. Just warning you,” Jughead teased, causing Betty to launch an ivory-colored pillow at the back of his head in retaliation.“Ouch. I’m sorry! I’m guessing I’m no longer that special person who means so much to you and all the other nice things you just said about me?”

“Nevermore,” Betty agreed, scowling at him as he lingered a second longer on the ladder. “Get out of here, Juggie!”

Betty fell back onto her pillows, looking at the photo of her and Polly once more and smiling to herself. Jughead really did know how to make her feel better. And she knew that whatever happened between them in the future, Jughead would always be the person she’d call when she needed someone to be there for her. Always. 

Imagine: You’re Karasuno’s manager and all three third years are after you.

Daichi: It’s my turn to ask her out, Asahi. You had your chance last week.

Asahi: Oh right, Sorry, Daichi-san.

Sugawara: She will be mine!

(I’m doing these daily. Also taking requests.)

dachi-chan25  asked:

Did you ask for more quotes/prompts? *pulls my notebook full of them and searches* here's another one: “Fall for someone with an air of mystey and wildness un their bones but with the kindest eyes and a thousand beautiful stories woven into their soul"– Nikita Gill

Yes Dachi, I love you! Seriously all of these quotes are so perfect and they give me such good ideas. Also I feel like this quote can fit for either Jughead or Betty (Especially after that last episode, whew) But I decided to write it for Jughead because most of my fics have been from his perspective and I wanted to switch it up.

If Betty’s mom didn’t like her hanging out with Betty and Archie, then she hated the idea of her hanging out with Jughead Jones. And as usual, her mother didn’t hesitate to tell Betty exactly how she felt.

“I noticed that you’ve been spending a lot of time with that Jones boy…I don’t like the look of him Betty.” Alice said as she ran her fingers through Betty’s hair, playing the part of concerned mother while really just trying to control her. Luckily, Betty was learning to see through her mother’s fake concern. So she stuck her chin out stubbornly and defended Jughead.

“He is helping me with the Blue and Gold mother, and he’s been amazing. He has such a dedication to finding the truth and he is really good at finding answers.”

“Oh, I bet he is.” Was Alice’s only response.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Betty turned to look her mother in the eye.

“That boy is a wildcard. He keeps to himself more than is normal and he has a dark streak, I can sense it.” Betty sighed at her mom’s words. She was used to people misjudging Jughead, she had been defending him since they were little, but she hated that this time it was coming from her own mother.

“Mom, no offence, but you have no idea what you are talking about. I have known Juggie for most of my life and you have never once made an effort to get to know him. He likes to be mysterious, that’s for sure, but behind that he is kind and sweet and he is one of my best friends.” Betty didn’t mention that their friendship had recently blossomed into something knew, she knew that would put her mother over the edge and she didn’t feel like getting into a full blown fight at the moment.

“Betty, once again you are too trusting, too quick to see the good in people. But sometimes the good in people is outweighed by the bad, and I’m afraid that’s the case with this boy.” Betty noticed that her mom never called Jughead by his name, it was almost as if she were offended by the mere idea of someone being named Jughead.

“I can take care of myself mom” Betty said with a sigh, knowing that it was no use to argue. If Betty saw the good in people, then her mother saw the bad. Betty would never be able to convince her mom of the sweet boy that Jughead really was.

“I’m just trying to keep you from getting hurt.” Alice stroked Betty’s cheek. Betty bit her lip to keep from shouting.

“Mom, you can’t protect me from everything. Jughead is my friend, and he is not going to hurt me.” Betty said in the sternest voice she could manage. Her mother seemed unsatisfied and displeased with this response, but she finally dropped the subject.

“As adorable as that little scowl is, I don’t like the fact that it means that something is bothering you.” Jughead said the next day, reaching up his hand to smooth the wrinkles in between her brows.

“Juggie, does it ever bother you that people in this town are always misjudging you?” Jughead dropped his hands and looked at her questioningly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean people think you are this dark, mysterious, wild person. It doesn’t ever seem to bother you, what people think or say. Why do you only let Archie and me see the real you?”

“And what is the real me?” Jughead quirked his eyebrows at her, he rested his hands on Betty’s waist and pulled her closer to him.

“Someone who cares. Someone who will go to the ends of the earth to find truth and justice. Someone who will let me complain about my life and my mother for hours on end. Someone who will sneak into my room and bring me freshly baked cookies when I’ve had a bad day. Why don’t you let everyone see that side of you?” Betty wasn’t surprised when Jughead shrugged, batting away her compliments with his hand.

“Because I don’t care what everyone thinks of me.” Jughead looked at her intensely. His voice was indifferent, but his green eyes shone with vulnerability as he asked his next question, “do you?” Betty stared transfixed at his eyes, they were the first thing that she had fallen in love with about him. He may be sarcastic and belligerent, but his eyes always told his true feelings. They were kind eyes and when he looked at her like that, so intensely, she found it hard to breath.

“No” Betty shook her head firmly, “I know the really you, that’s all that matters.”

“Exactly” Jughead said with a grin. If his eyes had been the first thing she had fallen for, his smile was the second. His full force smile was as blinding as sunlight. It was a rarity that he usually reserved for Betty and Archie, and in some ways that made it all the more special. Every time Betty could coax a smile like that out of him was like her own personal victory.

“So, we hear that you are dating Jughead Jones” Betty looked up in surprise when two of her fellow cheerleaders walked over to where she was stretching. Betty glanced up to where Jughead was sitting in the top corner of the bleachers, completely engrossed in his writing.

“I am” She said with a smile. The two girls sat down and started stretching next to Betty. She looked at them questioningly. These two girls had never spoken to her before today.

“What’s he like?” One of them finally blurted out.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Well, he’s just this super mysterious guy, who seems like he would have tons of skeletons in his closet.” 

“Yeah, and in a town of this size, where everyone knows everyone’s business, its not often we find something that is a mystery.” The other girl added. Betty almost laughed out loud, these girls were actually coming to her looking for gossip about Jughead. What had her life turned into?

“Oh, he’s got loads of skeletons” Betty whispered confidentially, “but they are his skeletons to keep, besides he would probably kill me if he found out I told.” The two girls smiled and shook their heads.

“You know, a few weeks ago, I may have believed that…but now. I mean the way he looks at you. Good lord what I wouldn’t give to have someone look at me like that” 

“What do you mean?” Betty was confused at the sudden turn the conversation had taken.

“Look” the girl nodded her head to where Jughead was sitting. Betty followed their gaze and found Jughead looking down at them. Even from that distance, Betty could feel the intensity of his eyes locked on hers. Betty waved at him and he winked in response before turning back to his novel.

“See, I mean that kid is seriously whipped, I’m starting to think that the only skeleton in his closet is that he is really a big softie.”

“You might be onto something there” Betty responded, but she was no longer really paying attention to the conversation. She was thinking about what the girls had said. Did Jughead really look at her with that much love in his eyes? If other people were starting to see it, that meant he was slowly letting his walls down.

Jughead was mysterious and Betty didn’t doubt that he could be dangerous if he wanted to. There was a wildness in his bones that no one else in their small town shared. It was what propelled his sarcasm and sardonic humor, it was what gave him his thirst for exposing the truth, and it was what made her mother weary of him.

Jughead was mysterious and wild, there was no denying that. But there was also another side to him. There was a kindness to him that shone out through his eyes. It was there every time he caught her gaze from across the room. A loving, gentleness that was so often lost behind his mysterious mask.

And his soul, he had the most beautiful soul that Betty had ever seen. She first started falling for him because of his eyes and smile, but it was the glimpses of his soul that sent her over the edge.

The wildness inside of him was no match for the genuine kindness of his soul.


“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

Funny how the universe always finds a way of healing wounds and one of its greatest band-aids is time.

Three Years Later, New York City…
The scent of the air was definitely different, but the energy of New York is a different break from Seoul. You dragged your small suitcase behind you and searched for a familiar face in the sea of people who were also waiting for the other arrivals. You spot a petite figure holding up a cute card with your name on it.

She waves happily, “언니!”

You wave back and approached her with light steps. “Dachi! Long time no see!” You give her a one-armed hug which she returned gleefully. 

“Ah, you’re really here! Feels like yesterday when we were  overthinking this whole trip.” She laughed as she expertly led you through the airport. “You have to tell me everything! Aren’t you starving? Wanna grab a quick bite first or should we go straight where your boyfriend is?”

“He can wait. I need some food in my system.” You chuckled, while you did miss him, food comes first. “So… How’s New York? You look like you’ve adjusted pretty well over the year.”

Dachi shrugs pompously and you ruffle her hair. “I’m still me but if it weren’t for your English lessons, I would’ve evaporated.” She hails a cab and you quickly give directions to your boyfriend’s shared flat where you will be staying for the next two weeks. “There’s a really great pizza place near the flat. You should eat nothing but New York pizza today. I’ll treat you!”

You laugh and look out the window, suddenly recalling how your strange friendship with Dachi began. After the whole ruckus, Dachi had gone back to school and established her fame as a genius pianist in the university and Jin, being the nosey pants that he was, assigned you to cover Dachi’s story for one of his final student council projects. You learned then that she was just young and prone to stupidity and that you were being petty for harboring a grudge against a person who only loved to the point of insanity.

Apologies were made, introductions were properly redone and the rest was history. 

You were so lost in the memories that you hadn’t noticed that you’ve arrived. 

“You have a key, right?” Dachi asked as you two ascended the stairs. She left you to grab something in her flat which was only two floors above your boyfriend’s. 

You took in the idyllic room, remembering his strict instructions not to open the blue door on the right because that was his roommate’s room and go to the white one on the other side instead. Twisting the door open, you smiled at the immediate sight that greeted you. The room was simple and bright, much like his personality. On the bed was a bear wearing your shirt and a bouquet of peonies. 

You set your bags in a corner and went to his desk,. Finally recognizing the background, as you stood by it, that you’ve seen through countless video calls. Framed pictures of your selcas with him and that one artsy shot of you looking at each other taken by Hoseok’s girlfriend. You invited yourself over to the bed and took out the card from the peonies.

‘Ah… I have to say something romantic, but I want to see you as soon as possible, so get out of the house now.’ It said and you laughed like a lunatic.

“Y/N-unnie, let’s go! We’re going to be late.” Dachi’s voice rang through the apartment and you immediately grabbed your carry-on bag to meet her in the hallway. You linked your arms with her as you descended into the streets of downtown New York once more and though Dachi frowned at your choice of pizza, she chatted animatedly about her life in New York and her stint as a pianist for the New York City Ballet Orchestra as you both walked towards your next destination.

“Oh, by the way, Yoongi sends his regards. I guess it’s his way of saying, ‘Hi, I’m fine. Hope you’re doing okay.’” You cut through her story about missing japchae and k-pop. You saw how she tried to hide the blush that crept on her cheek. It was undeniable that she was still crushing on Yoongi after all these time.

“D-Did he really say that?” she sputtered out as you crossed at an intersection.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.” You remarked and she shot you a look before you finally said, “Yes! He’s sending his regards, but I hope you don’t get your hopes up ‘coz he’s dating someone.”

“Wh-Who said I was getting my hopes up?” she huffed and let go of your arm pretending to be mad as she walked ahead of you.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, pulling out your phone to send a quick text when you bumped into someone, briefly losing your balance until the other person steadied you.

“Y/N?” His deep voice was as alluring as he tried to meet your eyes.

“Namjoon! What a coincidence, I was just about to text you.” You both exchanged a friendly embrace before pulling away to take in each other’s appearance. He was in a dapper suit with his signature glasses and sleeked back hair. “You look great!”

“Really?” He averted your gaze easily, the way he always did when he received compliments, and flashed you a dimpled smile when he recovered. “Thanks, so do you! It’s great to see you here in New York, Y/N and congratulations on landing that job by the way, I knew you’d get it.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten it without your help, Joonie.” You laughed, the old nickname immediately surfacing without a hint of awkwardness.

“What help? It was pure coincidence, but makes me think how small the world is. When my girlfriend saw your resume, she simply asked me out of chance and how can I not put in a good word for you after everything we’ve been through?” he shrugged, taking a sip out of a coffee cup that he’s been holding.

“You mean how I slaved under your office during senior year, Mr. President? You know what, looking back, you do owe me a few things.” You teased and he easily snickered along. “Anyway, let’s catch up soon? I’ll be going to the company to sign a few papers on Monday anyway.”

“Yeah, sure! Just let me know. I’m busy with transferring to the new firm and all that, but I can make time.”

“Okay, see you around.” You passed by each other, but when you were a few paces ahead, you turned around and called, “Hey, Attorney Kim!”

He turned to look at you with an amused smile at his newfound nickname, “I’m not an attorney yet!”

“You will be!” you held up your best ‘fighting’ pose and he shook his head in embarrassment. When he already pivoted on his way, you said in the sincerest manner, “Thank you for being my friend, Namjoon-ah.”

Suddenly, you felt Dachi grab your elbow and drag you in the opposite direction, “Let’s go! You’re so slow.”

In a matter of moments, moments that didn’t prepare you at all for the sudden influx of emotions, you were sitting in front of a stage where hours later, a huge winter gala will be held. Dachi winked at you and beamed as she sat on the piano bench. The lights dimmed and the music played for the rehearsal of one of New York’s finest dance companies. Your heart was drumming a faster rhythm than the piano accompaniment and your fingers were twitching in anticipation until finally, you saw him.

With his silver hair and fair skin, his dainty fingers… all clad in black as he flew onstage where he always felt like a thousand miles away and yet, you knew that’s exactly where he belongs. He didn’t belong to you, he never did. You were someone whose hands he held along the way and when the time came, you were the first to set him free.

And yet there you were because you said you can wait. When the music came to an end, he didn’t even spare a second and jumped off the stage, barefoot and short of breaths. He closed the distance between you in three, easy strides and gathered you in his arms to kiss you. You tried to meet him halfway, launching yourself towards him and wrapped him tight in your embrace.

His kiss was as sweet as that first drunken night years ago and your veins sung for his name as you both inhaled each other’s scent.

Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin… your head went completely white and only his passion-colored name was imprinted in your thoughts as he kissed you deeper, his tongue caressing yours in an urgent manner. He would not have pulled away if the dance company and the orchestra hadn’t started applauding. Most of them hollering in disbelief at how cute, bubbly Jimin was locking lips with a girl they’ve never met before.

Goosebumps covered your arms when his eyes met yours. “Hi.” He barely said in his sweet tone before he went in for another kiss. “Y/N, my Y/N, you’re here.” He chanted against the crook of your neck as held you close. “I missed you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”

You could tell from the way his voice cracked that he was close to tears while you were already shedding them. “You’re so clingy. We just haven’t seen each other for one and a half year…” You muttered against his chest. “…one and a half year that felt like it was 10.”

“I know, finally.” He kissed you again then kissed your forehead. “Finally, I’m right where I belong.”

“Here in this hall?”

“No, with you.” You laughed at his cheesy remark, but your heart swelled at the thought that he was longing for you as much as you were longing for him. “You’re home, my own personal home.”

“Welcome home, then, love.” You smiled and he wiped your tears away.

“I’m home.”

And when the lights, the music, the glitter and the noise of New York City died down that night, you only listened to the sound of each other’s heart as you lay in bed, skin to skin, lips to lips.

You chose a path and you were glad that it led to that one exact moment in the lifetime of moments you wish to share with Jimin.

End of Epilogue.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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a/n: Hey lifetime of moments anon, I finally used your phrase! Lol here’s the epilogue I had the idea to make it longer and more comprehensive, but I guess this captured what I wanted to tell.  Not my best to be honest, but… ah, I don’t have excuses. byeeeee

anonymous asked:

Can I get kirisaki dachi becoming friends with a girl who most people assume is very innocent but turns out to be just as bad as they are and they all get along really well

warning: swear words

Once you had first let the word “fuck” slip out of your mouth, there had been no turning back. Dropping your innocent person meant that you had gotten closer and closer (almost crazily so) to the Kirisaki Daichi basketball team.

To other people, you tended to seem quiet, slightly shy and on average a respectful caring human who probably didn’t even know the definition of “sex”. And, most definitely, you played to those assumptions- acting friendly but sweetly so, waving and smiling at those you passed.

But, as soon as you were alone with the boys, it was a different story. You became a swearing machine, dropping sexual innuendos faster than Hara managed at times, and could often be found passing rather harsh comments about the other girls in your class to a smirking Hanamiya.

- - - - - - -

“Yo Hanamiya,” you called over as you raised your middle finger at Hara’s phone’s camera which had been pointed in your direction, “tell that bloody bastard to stop taking photos of me.”

“If you don’t want photos,” Hara smirked,”then you shouldn’t be cute.”

Growling, you swung a punch at the air, “And if you don’t want to die by someone else’s hand, you should probably suffocate yourself with that gum of yours.”

“Damn [Y/N],” chuckled Seto lowly, “someone’s aggressive today.”

“Damn Seto,” you mimicked, “someone’s still annoying.”

dachi-chan25  asked:

Hi! Fellow Bughead shipper here, is it okay to send a quote as a prompt?? If So here's my prompt “And she finds it difficult to believe — that a person would love her even when she isn’t trying. Trying to figure out what other people need, trying to be worthy.”— Margaret Atwood (OMG Bughead is taking over my life too!!!)

Yes! Thank you! Oh my god this ship is too much for me, and there’s only been two episodes! This quote is perfect, I sort of turned this into a situation where Betty is doing everything for everyone else other than herself and Jughead is the only one who notices.

Also, I am apparently incapable of writing anything short…so here it is!

“Hey Betty” Jughead greeted her as she walked past his locker. Betty paused just long enough to throw him a brilliant smile over her shoulder.

“Hey Juggie! Sorry I’ve got to go, I promised Archie that I’d listen to his new song before school.” She was already halfway down the hall before she had finished speaking. Jughead smiled to himself and shook his head, that girl was always moving, always doing things for others. Jughead wondered if she ever did anything for herself.

Jughead made his way to the table where Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin were sitting for lunch. He plopped down next to Archie who looked up from his guitar and gave Jughead a smile.

“Sounds good man” Jughead said, returning the smile.

“Thanks, Betty gave me some really good advice about the lyrics this morning.” Archie smiled and turned back to his guitar. Jughead shifted his attention to Betty. She and Veronica were sitting with their heads bent over a history textbook. Betty seemed to be explaining something to Veronica.

“What are you two up to?” Jughead asked

“Betty’s helping me review for this history test I have last period. I was freaking out about it and she offered to help me. Thank god I have this girl in my life.”

“It’s no problem really.” Betty said blushing “I’m good at history”. The two went back to their studying and Jughead dug into his food. When the period ended, Betty and Veronica were the first ones to leave. Jughead noticed that Betty had barely touched her food, she had been so dedicated to reviewing with Ronnie.

“Hey, Betts, you wanna go to Pop’s? Get a couple burgers and shakes?” Jughead asked when he caught up to Betty after school. He figured she must be hungry since she had nothing to eat at lunch.

“Oh, Jughead I wish I could. Kevin just texted me, he is having difficulty figuring out what is going on with Moose so I said I’d come over and talk it out with him. But rain check okay?” Betty sqeezed his arm and started to walk away, but Jughead caught up to her and hooked her arm in his.

“Let me walk you there” He said, he wanted time to talk about Betty. He was worried about her. He was worried that she was doing too much for everyone else and not enough for her.

“Jughead that’s so sweet of you. You don’t need to do that.” Betty said, but made no attempt to remove her arm from his as they walked.

“Oh it’s purely selfish. There is a killer on the lose and I want you to protect me.” Jughead said with a smile and was rewarded by her laugh. “Betty, can I ask you something?”

“Of course Juggie.”

“What do you like to do for fun. I mean what do you enjoying doing for yourself?” Jughead mentally kicked himself for his lack of tact. Betty stopped walking to look up at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you are always doing things for other people. What do you do for yourself?”

“I joined cheerleading…” Betty said and resumed walking

“Anything else?” Jughead’s question was met by silence. He didn’t want to push her, so he questioned no further. When they reached Kevin’s house Betty turned to face him.

“I like helping my friends. I enjoy being there for them. That is what I do for myself.”

“Okay Betty” Jughead said with a nod. Betty leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thanks for walking with me”

It was late. Jughead was just about to pack it in and head home when the door of Pop’s burst open. A very upset Betty stormed in and made her way over to Jughead. She sat across from him and leaned back, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Jughead knew she would talk when she wanted to, so he went back to writing, or at least pretended to.

“You’re right” Betty huffed, breaking the silence

“I’m right about a great many things, you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.” Jughead closed his laptop and looked curiously at Betty.

“I am a people pleaser, I always have been. I enjoy helping people, I really do, but sometimes I end up bending over backward trying to help them. I guess I’m just afraid that if I stop being so nice all the time then…” Betty cut off, biting her lip.

“You’re afraid that if you put yourself first every once in a while than people will stop liking you?” Jughead guessed, raising his eyebrows. 

“It sounds silly when you say it, especially since you could give a damn about what people think of you.” Betty’s voice was light, showing him that she was kidding, but there was a hint of jealousy that was real.

“What happened?”

“My mom, she doesn’t like my friends, she doesn’t like my extracurriculars, I can’t seem to do anything right. What you said to me earlier today stuck in my head and I realized that I’ve been trying so hard to please her, but nothing ever does. So maybe I should just focus on what pleases me.” Betty spoke the words firmly, but there was a fear in her eyes.

“I think you should”

“But what if she never forgives me. Or what if Archie or Veronica or Kevin get mad at me for not helping them? I can’t stand for them to be upset with me.” Betty’s green eyes filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, none of that now.” Jughead said alarmed. “Look, the people who really care about you, they aren’t going to mind if you take some time to yourself. They won’t blame you, they won’t be mad at you, they will keep on loving you. Look at me, I have never once asked you for anything, because I don’t need you helping me or always putting me first for me to love you. Archie and Veronica and everyone else will feel the same way.”

“Juggie…” Betty was looking at him intently

“I’m serious Betts, you don’t need to bend over backward for people to love you.”

“Jughead…did you just say that you love me?” Betty asked with wide eyes

“I did, and I do Betty, I love you just the way you are. And so does everyone else.”

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