saying this in the tag is because i can't promise i can complete it


everybody lives AU | AKATSUKI
• setting — the Last

Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. 
This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)

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[shaky off-tune kazoo version of the jaws theme playing in the distance]

Hello, everyone.

First of all, I’m so incredibly sorry for just vanishing for more than half a year, especially because I realized my last post was about a hospital stay (which I did mention was harmless, but probably still looks pretty ominous as a last post.)
I feel terrible for making people worry, especially since there’s already enough upsetting stuff happening :c 

To be honest I’m a little nervous writing this post right now after being gone for so long, but I really wanted to give a life sign! This weekend I finally checked my inbox, and I was incredibly touched by all the sweet messages. I can’t get back to everyone so let me just thank all of you who sent messages or replies, or even just thought about me! I cannot put into words how much it means to me ;-; It made my heart hurt in a good way, and I hope good things happen to you!

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White Wine Nights

Summary: In which, we expose Lin as a wine mom 

(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)

Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly. 

I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented. 

Words: 2,138 

Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff 

An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.

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Noise (Part 1)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader for now) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1444
A/N: As I was spending Christmas Day moving into an apartment and I heard my neighbor upstairs make some ruckus, a fic idea came to mind. Original, I know. 

Originally posted by knowles-morgan

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Double Agent Vader fic: Trickster Steals the Moon

I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while, and finally did it: a fic that’s half Ekkreth trickster-tale, and half Anakin’s history as a double agent, where the stories interconnect and Anakin’s actions exist within the sacred tradition of storytelling.

For this one, we’re going back in time a bit. This is set almost immediately after Optimal Functioning, and just before ANH.

The myth in this is the origin story for the holy week of Marokkepu, of which Maru is the central hero. Her name means “water,” and she’s considered one of the great prophets.

I’m blaming this one on @nimblermortal, who may or may not know why.

Trickster Steals the Moon

There are as many Ekkreth stories as there are slaves on Tatooine, which is to say, there are stories without number, and more every day.

This is one of them.

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Good Intentions

Summary: Seven, Zen and Yoosung decided to hang out over at Jumin’s place (Jumin did not sign up for this) when the three get into a messy wrestle fight. Unfortunately, Seven and Zen team up on poor Yoosung and decide to take things to the next level as soon as they pin him down: tickle the absolute hell out of him. 

Author’s note: Was finally able to finish this asdfjkasdf I finished Yoosung’s route a long time ago, totally fell in love with this adorable cutie and here I am, pulling this fic out of the trashcan. I think anyone with an older sibling, or worse siblings, has gone through this at least once in their life. I salute thee, I’ve been there 8]]] 
PS: Help I’m almost at 200 followers I’m nooo t o ka y don’t look at me fasdi jas

‘Twas one of those rare nights where all the members of the RFA had found a gap in their busy schedule to hang out and catch up face-to-face instead of chatting all the time. Jumin hadn’t really agreed to this, though, but that didn’t stop them from barging into his apartment and making themselves at home. Seven had quite literally forced the paperwork out of Jumin’s hands and pushed him onto one of his expensive couches.

Even after convincing him that one night off wouldn’t hurt, Jumin wouldn’t leave his phone alone, texting Jaehee and calling his colleagues every five minutes to make sure they did exactly as they were told. Zen even threatened to take his phone to which Jumin snarled in response and got up from the couch to finish his latest business call in the kitchen.

Right now they were watching a random drama Yoosung had found while flicking through channels and Seven got out some of the snacks he had brought along.

“’Cause I was sure Jumin didn’t have any,” he said and sent a mocking glare towards the kitchen door, fishing out some chips and popcorn and laying the bags on the glass table in front of them. “If you make a mess it’s your funeral, though.”

“The guy says he eats super healthy but maybe he has something like a guilty pleasure,” Zen mused after he had taken a seat right next to Yoosung who was already stuffing his face and moving towards the edge of the couch to be closer to the food. “Offer him some of those chocolate thingies. I’m pretty sure he’ll like those.”

Ooh, maybe I will. Let’s see if we can get him to admit he’s not a perfect human being after alls.”

Yoosung vaguely registered their words as he held the bag of potato chips, listening intently to every word of the actors on screen. His hand worked like a robot: scooping up a large amount of popcorn and practically throwing it into his mouth, barely giving himself time to chew before he’d throw in the next handful.

The other two didn’t seem to mind as much, probably because Seven had bought a lot of food and there was practically enough for the four of them to last for a week. Zen was leaning against the back of the couch, one arm lazily draped over the edge while Seven was busy playing a game on his phone but also trying to keep up a conversation with Zen about the series they were watching.

At last, Jumin came back from the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw them. “Oi! Stop eating on my couch!”

“We’re keepin’ it clean, so stop worrying,” Seven spoke up without even looking up from his phone. “Yoosung here, on the other hand…”

“Haven’t dropped a single thing!” Yoosung quickly said and held up his hands in defense. “You know I’m not a messy eater!”

“Right, you’re a messy cook,” Zen smirked and got a good punch in the arm for that remark. “Hey, hey! I have a photoshoot tomorrow! Be careful with my beautiful shoulder, will you?”

“Yoosung’s that one friend with anger issues, Zen, how could you forget?”

The three of them got into a rather messy wrestle fight, which Jumin definitely did not appreciate. Zen, thanks to his strict work-out routine, easily got the upper hand and worked together with Seven to help pin Yoosung’s wrists down, but Yoosung was having none of that and kicked out as much as he could. Jumin was yelling at them to “fucking quit it because I will call the police,” but the three easily ignored him, too busy trying not to lose.

It only took a few seconds before they rolled off the couch, almost knocking over the table, and Yoosung cried out in frustration as Zen finally managed to pin his wrists down on either side of his head while straddling his waist. Small bits of candy and chips were thrown into the air as Yoosung whined and flopped around like a fish on dry land and Seven barked out a laugh because Jumin looked so very offended and so done.

“You two always team up on me,” Yoosung huffed and screeched again when Seven gladly took a seat on his lower legs to keep them from kicking. “Oof, Seven, you’re heavy! Get off!”

“Nah, I’m quite comfortable. And hey, you didn’t say Zen’s heavy!”

“That’s because I’m not.”

“Muscles are heavier than fat, you idiot. I think you’re heavier.”

“Didn’t hear little Yoosung here complaining, though.”

“Guys!” Yoosung called out and tried moving his legs but Seven’s full body weight was enough to completely immobilize them. “Can you at least get off me if you’re gonna have some random pointless discussion?”

This was not very uncommon and even though Yoosung still had a lot of fight left in him, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere soon. This usually lasted until he’d get tired of struggling or give in and say whatever they wanted to hear from him and it was so frustrating because they always combined forces and it wasn’t fair.

It appeared they had stopped paying attention to Yoosung for the time being because Zen was very offended that Seven was practically insulting his beauty and grace while Jumin was still trying to get them out of his house by threatening to leave the RFA, which didn’t work, either. Neither Seven nor Zen seemed impressed by his words and calmly continued to debate and Yoosung laid his head on the floor, blowing his bangs out of his face.  

“Will you three stop acting like you’re five years old and go home already? I’m sure Yoosung still has a lot of homework to do anyway.”

“Was actually planning on playing LOLOL tonight but if these two oafs won’t get-off-of-me-right-now,” Yoosung puffed out, trying to lift up his hands and bending his knees again, but Zen casually pushed his wrists a little harder into the floor while Seven shifted a little to divide his weight more. “I won’t be able to.”

“You should do your homework, though,” Seven said and tapped Yoosung’s thighs. “If you promise you’re gonna do homework and do some reviewing, Zen and I’ll let you go.”

Ugh, no. They released a new weapon this morning and I haven’t had the chance to gain enough experience to buy it yet!” Yoosung started struggling again because now he really wanted to go back home to play. “It’s one of the strongest weapons yet so homework can wait!”  

“No, it can’t,” Jumin sighed, forever annoyed.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with our nerd here,” Seven added and nudged Zen with his elbow. “Yoosung needs a little encouragement, Zen.”

Uh-oh. Yoosung’s eyes widened at those words and he started jerking around once again when he felt Seven’s hands on his thighs and Zen calmly lifting his arms so he could wrap one hand around both of his skinny wrists. The only thing he could do was dig his heels into the floor and beg and plead before the attack would come, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.  

His arms were now pinned above his head, his thin shirt ridden up enough to bare his taut stomach and Yoosung knew his fate was sealed as soon as Zen smirked down at him, wiggling his fingers right above his trembling skin.


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One Finger

I blame this on Dean. He got my motor running this morning, and it hasn’t stopped since… (this post) - although, to be fair, I did kind of start it. And @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit - Moz, you set the question thing up, so… AND I blame @awhiskeywithawinchester - (this post) - even though, to be fair, I’m the one who said it. I just want some company in smut jail, okay? I’m tagging people under the cut, if anyone wants to jump in the cell with us…

(gif by winchesterandwinchester)

“Seriously, Y/N, come here.” Dean is getting frustrated, you can hear it in his voice, but you’re feeling stubborn. He’s always so bossy. And you don’t feel like doing any more self-defense drills today. So done with the whole thing, you want a cup of coffee, some bacon and eggs, and a shower.

“I’m done, Dean. Going to have some breakfast.”

“Get your ass over here,” he demands, his brows drawn together in a thunderous frown, his jaw working.

You whirl to face him, folding your arms. “No! I’m sick to death of all this ‘training’ bullshit, I’m tired, I’m hungry, and I want a long, hot shower!”

Dean lowers his head a little, his eyes squinting dangerously, and he slowly points his finger at you, then turns his hand over and crooks his finger, beckoning you to come back. You laugh, widening your stance, not moving an inch.

“Oh, Winchester – like you can make me come with one finger.” You smirk at him, watching his expression subtly change, the annoyed anger in his eyes replaced with heat and just a touch of menace.

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anonymous asked:

'I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that’s how we both got banned from the quirky community bookstore' okay the ideal pairing for this one should be pretty obvious (it's nurseydex btw)

The first of the milestone prompts! This prompt didn’t really have milestone per se, but I liked it a lot, so I sorta snuck one in near the end ;D. Enjoy!


“Aaaaand… ugh. Of course. Hey Dex?”

“What is it, Nurse?”

“I could, y’know, use a hand?”

Dex looked down the row at Nursey. Nursey looked back at him, trying to wiggle his fingers from under the stack of books he had piled against his chest, from hips to chin.

“Dude, stop that, you’re gonna drop them.”

“You know, normally I would disagree, tell you how chill it all is, but since letting you believe that actually helps my case, I’m gonna let it stand.”

Dex sighed. “Remind me, what is your case?” As he spoke he moved down the aisle towards Nursey.

“I need to get a copy of Jane Eyre for my Victorian Novel class, and for some reason, they’re all piled up there,” a dramatic jerk of his chin nearly sending the top three books tumbling before Nursey leaned back to right them, “cause it isn’t like it’s a classic or anything!”

“Fine. Which copy do you want? The fancy hardcover, the unfancy hardcover, or one of about a thousand unique paperbacks? Why are we even here, by the way? Don’t they have all these books at the campus bookstore?”

“Yeah, they do, every copy there is boring and identical, while these all have different stories. I wanna be able to wonder about who owned a book before, who wrote in it, how it ended up with me.”

“Won’t that be distracting from actually, you know, reading them?”

Nursey shrugged, which caused the stack of books to jerk up, hitting him in the chin and causing him to blink in surprise. Dex turned, trying to hide the smile that would be altogether fonder that what Nursey would have expected, and repeated the question about what copy he wanted.

“Oh, uh, Can you grab both the hardcovers? I wanna take a look, see if either of them has any writing in it, cause that’s always fun.”

“Fun? Wow, Nurse, I knew you were a nerd, but that’s a lot even for you!”

It was in that moment that everything went wrong. Nursey, a chirp about computer science on his lips, threw out his elbow, trying to jab it into Dex’s side for emphasis. The motion twisted him just far enough to the side to send the stack of books in his hands tumbling after his elbow, towards Dex, who had, at just that moment, stretched up on his toes to grab the books on the top shelf. His hand had just closed around them when he fell, sweeping the rest of the copies of Jane Eyre down around the two of them as they collapsed into a single heap on the floor. Their destruction was not yet complete, however, because as Dex tried (and failed) to keep himself upright, the arm not holding the books had hit the narrow bookshelf facing out from the end of the row, which was just crooked enough, and just top-heavy enough, to tip forward and fall onto the table at the front of the store.

In the moment after the chaos, everything was quiet except the rough shiver of the books settling into a disorganized heap on the floor.



“I can’t fucking believe this! You’d think no one had ever tripped–”

“Bro. Seriously.”

“And then this fucker took our names?! What the fuck is that even about?!”

“Dex. Please, it’s chi–”

“Nursey, I swear to god, If you say it’s chill I will lose my goddamn mind. It isn’t chill, you just got banned from your favorite bookstore!”

“Dex. Really, it is chill. ‘Specially since I got to see you yell at someone for me.”

Dex spluttered, the flush on his face deepening on his cheeks.

“What– Dude, what the fuck? I yell at people all the time for you, remember when that asshole tried to trip you two days ago?!”

“Yeah, bro, and I appreciate it, but it’s different, on the ice. Right now, you’re indignant for me. It’s cute.”

“Oh my god, Nurse, cute?! What are you even talking about?”

“Yeah, it’s cute. You know what else is cute? That you’re gonna walk me to the campus bookstore now, and help me carry all my books.”

For a moment, it seemed like Dex was gonna yell even more, his hands raising and rigid, before they suddenly relaxed, flipping up in a position of surrender.

“You know what? Fine. I’ll come with, but only if you promise never to call me cute again.”

“I don’t know, bro, I’ve seen you helping Bitty in the kitchen, and if he can get you wearing an apron, all bets are off…”


Set my heart racing

Prompt from captainswannl29:  I want to seeeee…casual gym encounters that lead to an unspoken but fiercely competitive rivalry.

Oh, Krystal, this is what happens when I write a prompt after drinking too much.

A little bit of Captain Swan AU at a gym that borders on (if not crossing completely into) crack!fic.  I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m really not.

Killian sits down in the uncomfortable looking chair opposite the sleek minimalist desk with a huff. “Is this really necessary?”

“Unfortunately, it is, Mr. Jones,” the other man replies. According to the Storybrooke Fitness name tag pinned to his crisp polo shirt, this poncy pretty boy is apparently ‘Sam’ and an assistant manager. “Since there was an injury involving our gym’s equipment, we have to make a report to submit to the insurance company.”

Killian sighs and scrubs a hand down his face in annoyance. “Very well then, let’s get on with it.”

Sam nods and shuffles some papers on the desk until he finds the proper form.  He picks up a pen, and looks up at Killian.  “Okay, Mr. Jones. For insurance purposes, please tell us what happened in your own words.”

Killian leans back in his chair and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, to begin with, she started it.”


Emma hobbles to the indicated chair in an identical office two doors down from where Killian is presently being interviewed.  “I promise I have no intention of suing you guys.  Can’t I just sign a release or something and go home?”

Her pleading eyes and plaintive tone go unheeded by the muscle-bound gym manager - ‘Dean’ according to his name tag. “I’m afraid not, Miss Swan.  You were on one of our treadmills when you hurt your ankle, so I’ll need to fill out this accident report for our insurance provider.”  

He smiles at her in what she supposes he thinks is a charming manner, but she’s had her fill of attempted charm today, and just wants to get the hell out of here.  “Fine,” she huffs. “Let’s get this over with.”

Dean nods, his pen poised over the officious paperwork.  “Alright, Miss Swan, just tell us what happened in your own words.”

“Well, to begin with, he started it. Wait.”  Emma pauses, leaning forward in her chair suddenly and pointing an angry finger at no one in particular.  “Did that jackass tell you I started it?”

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a little farmers market thing

The op of this post said i could write something based on their headcanon so here it is.

ETA: now jaradel and I are co-writing this verse, over at AO3!


How he can wear flannel in this weather is anyone’s guess.

But Bitty doesn’t mind the way he sweats as he moves carts of ripe tomatoes and bulbous squashes from truck to table. A bead glistens at his forehead, slides down the slope of his nose to linger on the tip of his chin. His arms stretch taut, muscles bunched, around the crates as he hefts them. The mop of dark hair above his eyebrows is damp, misshapen from the press of his baseball cap, discarded at the side of the register. As Bitty watches, a tuft of bangs becomes unmoored from where he’s combed it aside and flops down almost to his eyes. He doesn’t move to dislodge it. Bitty itches to cross the aisle and slide in behind the Zimmermann Farms table, lift one hand and brush it out of the way without a single word.

He bites his lip and looks down at his own table. Really, he should be rearranging the scones or sorting the loaves or something, but every single week, as this “Mr. Zimmermann” (Bitty has no idea of his first name) unloads his wares, Bitty’s reduced to a staring, flushing mess. Nobody ought to look like that. Nobody especially ought to look like that when they’re toting vegetables. It almost makes Bitty want to eat a healthy diet. Or grow green beans. Or something, some excuse to have a conversation with this square-jawed, droopy-eyed farmer who, when he smiles at a customer, makes Bitty’s toes curl up in his sandals. Maybe he should pick up some rhubarb for a pie.

Yes, rhubarb… and it’s a little early in the season for pumpkins, but when fall rolls around maybe he’ll have pumpkins and … and oh dear Bitty is staring isn’t he.

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My encounter with Gillian Anderson at the Sa-Yes benefit party

So meeting Gillian is technically a two parter because I spoke to her during the benefit QA and then again for the photos

Part one:

So they were only taking questions about Sa-Yes so I tried to come up with a question I could ask that could lead into me giving her the shirt.

For starters I came up with my shirt design during the school year and I did intend to ask her to sign/wear it (either or but she took it as both so I went along) and auction it off for one of her charities. So heyyo, why not ask if she could donate the funds to Sa-Yes.

Ok ok so I should note that I’m literally a foot from the stage, maybe 6 feet max from her the entire time. As soon as I raised my hand we made eye contact and I’m shocked that I didn’t pass out from that because DAMN that stare can pierce the soul.

I started off by asking if she ever considered doing a TED talk on the importance of charity work or feminism and she just pursed her lips and the crowd started laughing. She replied “honestly the thought of giving one makes me want to go to bed.”

After that I said “though I’m not old enough to be a part of the mentor ship program, I made this shirt that I was hoping you could sign or wear donate the funds to the charity.”

I handed it to her and she laughed and smiled. The shirt says WWGD (what would Gillian do) with a silhouette of her to the right of the lettering. After staring at it she goes “oh I should show you guys!” She shows the crowd and everyone sees and she did the same and then looked down at it again and smiled.

This is when I pull out the rest of the gift that I had put together with my friends. I told her we came out from all over the place and just wanted to give her a little something. I thanked her for being such an incredible inspiration for women.

She pulled out the Blanche doll my friend made and she was soooooo in love with it. I yelled “yeah my friend made that!!!” And turned to point at her.

Side note: I promised my group that if they were unable to speak I would be like a lil mama bear and handle the talking because I could talk forever and I’m just a slight extrovert lol.

She then asked if there was anything chewwy related, and sadly we didn’t have anything, but I said “I found a mask the day before I left where you can wear it and make chewwy noises!!”

She says something along the lines of “did you see the video that went viral??” Pauses, “yeah I have. Hasn’t everyone???”

She ended it by looking through the bag and thanking us, and finishing with a smile while saying “ok back to the charity!!”

Unfortunately I kind of opened up the doors to everyone sending there gifts forward. I didn’t intend for that to happen, but at least I gave her something that she could use to raise funds for the charity.


I wanna give a shout out to Zahra (lifecanbeso) for offering to split the photo fee with me and then standing there graciously while I blabbered endlessly with Gillian. You’re the real mvp and I owe you everything for it

So we are waiting behind a curtain to take photos with her in the theatre. After we were let in literally the first thing she yelled was “COME HERE IM GIVING HUGS”. Even in heels she was so tiny and I had to bend down and she threw her arms around my neck and I swear to god that was the softest jacket I has ever touched. She also smelled amazing???? Anyway

We pulled apart and I instantly apologize for handing her the gift bag on stage because so many other people did the same after me. I told her about the shirt design and how my friend who’s a director for marketing helped me with the design.

I said I was from Seattle and that I came with a bunch of other women from all over the place. I should note that she was smiling and laughing during all of this. She never broke eye contact and actually looked like she cared about what I had to say

I told her that my friend and I went up to Vancouver this summer on the one weekend they weren’t filming and she laughed and was like “oh nooooo!” I told her I included pictures of that adventure in the bag I gave.

Lolololol so of course we all discovered she’s now on tumblr so I said “we found out you were on tumblr and honestly you’ve opened Pandora’s box. Good luck. ”

Ok there’s probably more that was said but I got caught up in the moment and my memory is frozen.

However I do remember the last bit of our convo. I thanked her for being an amazing role model for women and how she’s such an inspiration for us. She was bashful and said thank you kind of shyly because Gillian literally cannot take a complement without looking down or smiling like a little kid.

I mentioned that I went into streetcar blind because I wanted the full effect during the show. Pretty sure I rambled about how she was bomb and I was completely blown away.

This is when she cupped my face and thanked me for my presence there tonight. Not to be that creep, but she has the softest hands.

We then took pictures and I asked if we could take a nice one and then one of us flipping off the camera and of course she was like “yeah let’s do it!!” I’m really glad I opted for flats because I still had to bend down to reach a height level closer to her but hey, the pictures are cute and I’m forever grateful for the experience.

So yeah, that’s my story. Overall, she was so bubbly and adorable during the entire benefit, and bless her soul for taking so many pictures with people. We were the last ones which is probably why we got to chat so long but AH pinch me I still feel like this entire night was a dream.

anonymous asked:

awkward teenagers Han and luke at prom

i was literally talking about this a few hours ago i’m cryin

so this draws some inspiration from me and @bcnsolos modern au but with some changes but just know there’s like a whole day’s worth of meta behind this. leia is a couple years older than luke in this and han’s her age.

this is Cliche as Hell but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It’s been bound to be a disaster since the beginning. There’s really no way around that. 

Poking at his cereal absently, attention focused a rerun of his favorite soap opera, Luke was reminded by one of the main character’s daughter and the drama currently ensuing at her senior prom just how much he wasn’t looking forward to his. “Mine’s going to be so much more boring.”

That earned a raised brow from his sister’s on again, off again (currently off) boyfriend, Han, finishing off his bacon before replying. “Her dad just got shot on the dance floor by her supposedly dead lover. Your family’s got plenty drama without all that.”

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