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the Potter house was great and all, but James decided they would need some privacy soon.
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officially submitting my first ever entry for @impishtubist ‘s Sirius & Harry Saturday: a headcanon about baby harry using his crayons to try and draw sirius’ tattoos on himself. (there’s also protective james and prongsfoot friendship and it’s all quite fluffy)
“Harry! What are you doing?” Sirius leaned forward with a laugh, trying to get a better glimpse of his toddling godson, who’d stripped down until he was clad only in his diaper.
“Lookit Siri, I’m you!” Harry squealed, finally losing the battle against gravity in his excitement and falling forward. Lucky for him, his godfather knew him enough to be prepared with outstretched arms.
Sirius dangled him mid-air in front of him, hands under his armpits. It was the best vantage point to scrutinise the new additions to his godson’s previously unmarked skin.
Because, somehow, Harry had gotten his hands on a permanent marker and had drawn all over himself. And not just anything, but very specific artwork that Sirius could recognise instantly, shaky as it was.
“You know your dad’s gonna kill me, buddy,” Sirius mused absently as he shifted Harry’s weight to one hand and ran one black-tipped nail against the runic figures on his pudgy chest and belly. Well, figures that were attempting to be runic, if he wanted to be accurate. Harry’s hand wasn’t steady enough for straight lines, yet, nor was his theoretical knowledge good enough to capture them perfectly even if they were.
“No, I you, Siri!” Harry repeated stubbornly, and by Merlin, what was the allure of Dark Magic in the face of his adorable godson?
He trailed his finger across the jagged lines on his flank, across his arms, up to his shoulders. There were some unrecognisable scribbles on his upper back, like he’d tried to reach back and color in but couldn’t. Of course, he couldn’t, Harry’s arms were tiny. But it was clear that he was trying to replicate the antlers on Sirius’ back. Unbidden, his gaze fell to Harry’s wrist and sure enough, there was a messy circle with shapes drawn inside it. It was a valiant effort to recreate his family’s crest. Sirius could feel his heart-melting out of his pores.
“Oh, Harry, you little troublemaker, you,” he cooed, bringing his godson into the circle of his arms to tuck him against his chest, biting his lip at how Harry instantly relaxed into him, head tucked under Sirius’ chin.
“You like my tattoos, huh? Couldn’t wait until you grew up a bit, had to have them right now, is that it?” He continued, slightly bouncing Harry in his arms as he walked back and forth.
“Siri pwetty, Hawwy also pwetty,” Harry babbled from his perch and Sirius’ heart melted.
“Dammit, sweetheart, I have a reputation to maintain. You can’t go around saying things like that,” he mock-scolded.
“Things like what, Padfoot?” James’ voice entered the conversation and Sirius had to suppress his laughter at what he’d say when he discovered the state his son was in.
“Oh, nothing much, Harry just wants to be pretty like me,” Sirius said, special emphasis on the ‘me’. “Guess being a carbon copy of his dad isn’t quite cutting it for him anymore.”
He turned to face James as he spoke and couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling in him at the expression on his face. Sirius’ words were already pulling a very strong deadpan from him but one look at his son, covered in black squiggles and smudges, and it immediately gave way to one of pronounced horror.
“Wha—“ James’ words were more of a strangled wheeze. “Padfoot, what did you do to my son?”
“Excuse you,” Sirius said, offended. “I didn’t do anything. This one’s all Harry. I didn’t even know what he was doing until he crawled into the room.”
That didn’t seem to help. “Oh, baby, I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with Sirius, he’s become rather forgetful in his advanced age, hasn’t he?” With an exaggerated frown on his face, James plucked Harry out of Sirius’ arms and settled him in his own. The kid was, as always, overjoyed to be reunited with his father.
Sirius tried hard to hold onto his outrage—how dare James call him old?—but it was hard, nigh impossible, when he could see Harry rubbing the top of his head back and forth against James’ jaw, like an adorable little kitten.
“So, what’s with-“ James ran a hand down Harry’s arm “-all this?”
“Harry’s trying to be like his extremely cool, not-old-at-all godfather.”
James raised a skeptical eyebrow. Sirius ignored him in favour of talking to his godson.
“Don’t you worry, love, when you’re old enough, I’ll be right there to take you for your first proper tattoo,” he tapped Harry’s little button nose, making him giggle.
It wasn’t enough to mask James’ shocked exhale. “What do you mean first proper tattoo?”
“Look at him and tell me he’s not interested,” Sirius pointed at the little bundle of joy in his arms. Absently, he wondered what kind of tattoo Harry would like, if any. Would he be the sentimental kind, like his dad who never put something on his body he hadn’t considered fifty times over? Or more like Sirius, who’d only needed the thought to pop it into his head to get it inked.
“He’s three and thinks colors, and shapes, on your body look cool. That’s- that doesn’t mean anything!”
“Well, I’m just saying,” Sirius shrugged, deliberately keeping his face clear of anything that could give him away. Of course he knew the reaction his words would elicit, that was part of why he said it. “The option’s there on the table if he ever wants to. With parents like you and Lily, and me of course, the kid’s on the right track for a few pieces of his own.”
“But—“
“And of course, no one except his godfather can be trusted with something like this, right? It’s basically my magic-given duty to escort him to the tattoo parlour,” Sirius finished with a flourish. One of his hands had travelled upwards to ruffle Harry’s hair, marvelling at the soft feel of the inky strands slipping between his fingers.
“No- That’s not- you are not torturing my baby like that!” James finally found his voice, and what a loud one it was too for Harry was startled out of his lazy doze against his dad’s chest by the deep rumble that vibrated through him. His green eyes were wide open, looking at his dad who so rarely raised his voice, and James immediately shrunk—literally, Sirius could see the transformation in real-time, the way his shoulders dropped, his face relaxed, and his nose came down from its high perch.
“Oh, Daddy’s sorry, honey, he didn’t mean to shout,” he whispered in between careful kisses pressed to Harry’s face. “Daddy’s gonna be more careful, okay?”
“Otay,” Harry replied, equally quietly, still staring at him with remnants of shock in his eyes.
Sirius broke the moment with a loud snort—accidental of course but this was too much for him—and immediately attracted James’ ire again.
“You—“ he started accusingly before darting a quick look downward to see Harry was alright. He was. “You can’t be—Harry’s not gonna get tatted, Padfoot! It hurts too much. I won’t have it.”
“You won’t have it?” Sirius repeated, amused. “May I remind you when you got your first tattoo? Or mine, for that matter.” That took the wind right out of his sails.
“Er, that’s not the point here,” James replied shiftily, dropping his gaze to Harry instead of looking at him.
“Remember the runic tattoos we etched into our skin? Could’ve literally blown ourselves inside out right there in the do—“
James slapped a hand against his mouth, effectively stopping him. “Okay, I think that’s enough, I get it.”
Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if to say ‘Do you?’. Harry giggled at his father and godfather’s antics, happily oblivious to the pinched look on the former’s face as he realised the precedent his own actions had set. Sirius couldn’t wait to have this conversation all over again when he was all grown up and could add his own input. He was looking forward to tag-teaming against James, to be honest.
“You—you don’t think he’ll do something like that, do you?” James asked hesitantly, glancing between the two of them.
“He is your kid,” Sirius pointed out. “And Lily’s. And a tad bit mine.”
“He’s all yours, especially when he pulls stunts like this.”
Sirius grinned, wide and uncontrollable, at that, unable to help the warmth that spread through his entire body at those words. He knows James was trying to take a shot at him but it didn’t take away from the fact that Harry was his too, has been from the day he was born—no, since the day James flooed into his house, pale and shaking, telling him that ‘We’re having a kid, Padfoot! An actual baby! Can you believe it?!’
For all the jokes and potshots and snippy back-and-forths they had, Sirius knew he would never be able to thank Jamie for allowing him into his life—into Harry’s life—like this. James had always been free with his affections, sharing heart and home without a second thought but Sirius knew that there were many who’d have put their foot down at the level of involvement he assumed in his godson’s life, and that James and Lily didn’t, wouldn’t, do that. He didn’t know where he’d be without the Potters today, and imagining such a world—it was chilling, to say the very least.
“Pads?” James’ soft voice interrupted his morose thoughts and he snapped his eyes up to meet concerned hazel ones. There was a silent question in them.
Sirius shrugged wryly. Silently raised his hands for Harry, needing to hold him close, and after another searching glance, James passed the now peacefully sleeping child over. Something loosened in his chest when he felt the familiar weight resting against him. He immediately buried his nose in Harry’s hair, taking a deep breath, letting the scent of baby powder and blueberry shampoo fill his lungs, ground him.
“I’ll be the coolest godfather there ever was,” he whispered, feeling a knot in his throat where more words should be. He wanted to say that he loved Harry more than life itself, that he’d always be there for him. The world could tilt off its axis but Sirius’ love for the Potters wouldn’t wane. It couldn’t, really, not with how deeply they were entrenched in his life—in his very being.
“Of course, you will. No one would ever doubt that.” James placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently. “But you’re still not allowed to take my baby to a tattoo parlour, no matter how old he gets.”
if you liked this, i have an entire thing on my ao3 about tattoos and harry and sirius bonding over them postwar >.<
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Marauders Era as Arthur memes
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Why James Potter is not an Incel
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James and Lily take a detour after the wedding
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okay I’m going to try and make this short as possible. my parents died, I caught Covid which caused lasting heart issues I still don’t know the full extent of, someone hit my car and totaled it breaking my leg, back, and teeth as well as causing many other issues, and I just recently had bronchitis which turned into bilateral pneumonia and was in the hospital 5 days and missed 2 weeks of work and finally was able to go back 2 days ago. I know I’ll need to figure out the 2 weeks of missed work later and it may be easier to make one big post with all I’ll need help with and by when to try and see what can be manageable, but right now I need to worry about the emergency stuff as they come in. Needless to say I’m at my breaking point mentally and absolutely exhausted but I refuse to give up without trying. I got a rental until my new car comes in a week which is huge as ubering just to and from work was $60. however right now I need to get my heart medication, antidepressant and anxiety medication. I already got my blood thinner, and the antidepressant and anxiety medication isn’t too very expensive, but even with GoodRX (not yet on costplus) my heart medication plus the other two are way more than I can afford.
I desperately need help with this as I need my heart medication for obvious reasons, but also because of the issues that arise when I run out of either. I have absolutely no family to turn to and barely received a paycheck from missing all that work. If you are able to help with a donation of any amount my PayPal is http://paypal.me/jpd05 and is preferred but PLEASE SELECT FAMILY & FRIENDS!!! Selecting business is causing them to hold the funds for up to 21 days. I also have KoFi (@toebeens), Chime ($toebeens), and Zelle (message for info). As always reblogs are super appreciated and again donations of any size help!! I will also gladly discuss payment arrangements if I could even borrow anything towards the funds. I have enough of my antidepressant to last until tomorrow morning and heart medication though this afternoon, which is why this is so urgent. Thank you all so much for your time and help!!!
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MISCHIEF MANAGED! collab with fireemeetgasoline ♡
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i got a couple of requests for the marauders so…here!
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"you put me on and said i was your favorite"
(boyfriends sweater, boyfriends glasses; late nights, anythings fair)
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pads & lily 4ever <33
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Ooohh! What about Jily/Marauders drunken shenanigans? *wiggles eyebrows mischievously* 😏😏😏😝
Max I don't even know how long ago you sent me this, I know it's been too long. But I was waiting for inspiration, and this isn't quite drunken, but it is a party and they've had some drinks so I'm hoping it's close enough, because I love it and it rounds out my three drabbles this weekend and uses my trope of the moment - names. I hope you enjoy it.
“He’s just so oblivious.”
“I know.”
“He’s infuriating.”
“I know.”
“It’s like he doesn’t even have a fucking clue.”
“Lily, I know.”
Lily cast a sidelong glance at Sirius, who sat next to her on the windowsill, on the edge of one of the wildest parties that the Gryffindor Common Room had seen in her seven years there. To say they’d gone nuts after winning the House Cup was an understatement of epic proportions.
“Sorry,” she huffed with a sigh. “I know you’ve heard this before.”
“From both sides,” SIrius shook his head darkly. “You two are driving me crazy.”
“It’s him!” Lily protested. “You say he feels the same, but why won’t he do anything about it?”
“After you turned him down all those times?” Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
“After I turned him down all those times?” She met his pointed gaze with one of her own.
“Fair enough.” Sirius thought for a second. His face lit with a grin. “Wait, I know.”
Lily felt afraid.
Very, very afraid.
“I feel like I shouldn’t ask.”
Sirius tutted, “Now, now, don’t act like you're not desperate for my mate there.”
They both turned toward the bloke in question, clear across the common room, who was currently high fiving Remus as they won their third game of beer pong against the Prewett twins. His smile lit up his face, his eyes danced and there was just the slightest flash of toned abdominals as he ran his hand through his hair, pushing the silky locks out of his face. He caught Lily’s eye across the room and winked.
Her head ducked, cheeks flushing even as heat pooled in areas much lower down.
“Evans?” Sirius was watching her, daring her to contradict him. “Still waiting.”
Lily slumped gloomily back against the window. “Yeah, alright, fine, have at it.”
When Sirius was finished with his idea, Lily had an eyebrow of her own to raise.
“You think that will work?”
He shook his head at her uncertainty. “He’ll lose his shit.”
“He probably won’t even notice.”
“Oh, he’ll notice. I give him three minutes before he pounces.”
Lily was unconvinced. “It’ll take at least five.”
“Place a wager?”
“What are your terms?”
“You get Marlene to go on a date with me.”
Lily scoffed openly, “Why do you think I can get her to do that?”
“Because she’s your best friend.” Sirius said it like it was obvious.
“Ask her yourself.”
“Is that your terms?”
Lily crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine. Sure. Those are my terms. If it works, I’ll get her to go out with you. If it doesn’t, you have to ask Marlene out. Seriously.” She pointed a finger, stabbing his chest as his mouth opened. “Don’t say it.”
“Fine,” Sirius rubbed his sternum. “Ruin all my fun. Do we have an agreement?”
She took his outstretched hand, “Pleasure doing business with you.”
“Likewise. Now, off you go.”
She was subtle about it. At least, she hoped she was. Lily moved slowly across the room towards the beer pong table. She took her time. Chatted to various fellow students and friends. Got herself a new drink, smirking to herself as she allowed Peter to spike her butterbeer. Liquid courage and all that.
“Who’s winning?” she asked as she sidled up to Mary, along the edge of the table.
“Our boys,” Mary inclined her head toward Remus and James.
Our boys. She liked the sound of that. Mary only meant it as in their fellow Gryffindors, compared to the Hufflepuffs of Gideon and Fabian, but Lily liked it all the same.
“Insulted you even have to ask, Evans,” James chidded her, as he watched Remus scull a full cup of butterbeer.
“Apologies, James, I should have known,” Lily felt her breath catch in her throat, making her words quiet.
He heard them anyway.
James barely seemed to register that the ball he’d just thrown had bounced off the rim of the cup he’d aimed for. He definitely didn’t notice the Prewetts crowing across the table as Gideon lined up his next shot. Nor did he spare Remus a glance as his friend sighed and shot him a pained look.
“What did you just say?” James spun to face Lily, heedless to the game, the people around them.
“I said I was sorry for doubting you,” Lily fought hard to keep the smile off her face.
“That wasn’t what you said.” He took the beer that Remus forced into his hand, Fabian’s turn having been a success. It stayed in his hand as he took several steps toward her.
“Well, no, not word for word,” Lily shifted her weight back, her heart rate increasing as she saw the flash in his eyes, the smirk on his face.
“James, it’s your -” Remus was cut off as James thrust the cup back at him.
“Get Peter.”
“We’ll lose, we’re on a streak, you can’t -”
“I don’t care. Get Peter,” James didn’t even look to see how his friend reacted, his eyes fixed on hers.
Lily swallowed, trying to force her heart back into her chest as she took more steps back, away from Mary, away from the table, away from the throng of beer pong enthusiasts.
“Not like you to give up a game so easily,” she tried to jest, but the words came out soft, too soft.
James’ lips twitched, just slightly, just enough to relax her shoulders. “Depends on the reason.”
“What was the reason?”
“Better game started.”
Lily stopped in her retreat, not moving even as his toes lined up with hers. Her head tilted to the side as she looked up at him. “This a game, is it?”
James shook his head, “Not really. Not to me.”
“Neither,” she was reduced to a whisper as his hand curved around her jaw, fingers spanning her neck, thumb brushing across her cheek.
“Say it again,” he whispered, forehead almost on hers.
“I’m sorry for-”
“Not that,” he cut her off harshly, his other hand squeezing at her hip where she hadn’t even realised he held her. “The part where you said my name.”
Lily looked at him, at the hazel that danced with gold, at the earnestness, the longing in his expression, mixed with hope and light and lust. She looked at him and realised everything else had faded away.
“James.”
She didn’t wait for him to respond, pushing straight up into his arms, threading her hands into the soft silky hair she’d admired to bring him down to her. He needed no such encouragement, meeting her exhale on his inhale, taking the breath from her lungs their mouths sealed, a perfect fit. It was hot and damp, and her skin tingled everywhere it met with his. James sighed into her mouth, his tongue tracing the edge of her inner lip before finding hers to play with.
“Shit,” she whispered, when they finally pulled apart, though neither moved very far.
“That bad, huh?” James leant back toward her. “I can try again.”
“No,” Lily shook her head, pressing another three kisses at least to his lips before she could pull away again. “No, not you.”
“Then what?” James’ hand had found it’s way under her top, and began traced to skin along the edge of her trousers, raising goosebumps along it’s path.
It made it difficult to focus, to say the least. She let her fingers trail down his neck to squeeze the defined muscles of his shoulder, was gratified by the groan that escaped him, that she wasn’t the only one feeling so much right then. It made it easier to think.
“I’ve got to figure out how to get Marlene to go on a date with Sirius, that’s all.” Lily looked up at James, smiling invitingly. “How do you feel about double dating?”
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Shag, Marry, Kill
Prompt 12 of @jilytoberfest: One overhearing something they're not supposed to
“Shag, marry, kill, Marlene go.”
“Shag Benjy, marry Remus, Kill Rosier.” James halts his search in the Transfiguration stacks of the library. Through the bookshelf he can see the table of Gryffindor 6th year women cramming for their end of year exams.
“Everyone wants to marry Remus,” he hears Mary giggle.
“Shag, marry, kill, your turn Mary,” Marlene selects the next victim of the game.
“Shag Gideon, marry Fabian, kill Sirius.” Mary answers easily to a snort of giggles around the table.
“You’re sick!” Dorcas cackles, “Shag one brother and marry the other?”
“Definitely twisted in the head,” Lily agrees.
“It’s called taste,” Mary shrugs unabashedly with a flip of her hair, “Besides Remus was already spoken for.” She rounds on Lily, “Alright Evans, shag, marry, kill.”
“Oh this will be interesting,” James could practically hear Marlene’s eyebrows wiggling and the rustling of robes on tables indicating the girls were leaning in as he did the same.
“Jason Bones has been looking pretty fit,” Dorcas teases.
“Come off it,” Mary says with a laugh, “She’s only got eyes for one bloke.”
“But where will he end up in the line-up I wonder,” Marlene pries.
Anything but kill, anything but kill, James pleads to her silently.
“Shag Potter,” Lily begins.
James thinks his legs will give out from under him, as he swiftly inhales.
“Marry Potter, Kill Potter.” She finishes.
Yeah, that checks out, James can hardly contain his grin as he continues on the search for his book.
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Can you explain to me how claiming that writing Dark James is the same as Nazism and therefore no one should do it isn't the same as censorship? Because I'm pretty sure it is.
That's a pretty nonsensical take for someone who's supposedly on the "right side". BTW, Nazis used censorship during the rise of Hitler.
Ohmygod not this repeating myself until red in the face but okay…
I never said that “writing Dark James is the same as Nazism” OF COURSE I never said that and also WHO would say that and try to defend it 😭 I said writing James as a Death Eater (not just Dark James as a concept) and having him in love with Lily (and vice versa) sets up an uncomfortable oppressor/oppressed dynamic that suggests a Nazi-coded/Jewish-coded romance where there wasn’t one in canon by default, and does so by unnecessarily twisting his character. It’s impossible to pretend that you are writing a nuanced, thoughtful redemption arc when it’s fanfiction about people your readers consider soulmates, so you absolutely will romanticise this even without intending to. Personally I find writing this to be distasteful, as it centres anti-Muggleborn prejudice as some kind of thrilling, sexy plot point, or worse, an obstacle Lily needs to overcome in her attraction to someone who is fundamentally no different from Hot Rich Snape.
Look at the amazing number of qualifiers in that statement — it’s almost as if any point worth making is more complicated and less idiotic than claiming writing fanfiction is equivalent to Nazism. Again, NO ONE said that.
Also, telling someone not to write something isn’t censorship. Y’all are bonkers. There are stories not all of us are equipped to tell as they should be told, full stop, and there are stories that don’t need to be told at all using certain themes or perspectives. This is literary advice handed out all the time to every author ever. It is not censorship. It is called criticism.
Personally I think this trope is in bad taste, like a lot of tropes I find to be poorly thought-out, and yeah, I’d probably live a more mellow life if these stories didn’t exist. But I am not even suggesting (and never once suggested!) these authors even take down their fics. All I asked was that they, and the readers of this trope, consider more carefully what they find so exciting about this dynamic, why it might be uncomfortable for some, and why it should be written with Jily at all (and again, personally I think it shouldn’t as it makes no sense). I also asked that people who are so pressed and defensive about it that they don’t even want to listen please unfollow me, because I don’t want them reading my writing.
So we can all breathe a sigh of relief, as I’ve established I don’t in fact share this nonsensical take — the “right side” lives on, etc. I can’t believe you would cap this ridiculous ask off with the most obvious statement about historical fact that is so utterly irrelevant since no one is censoring anyone here, but I think I needn’t counter it. It speaks for itself.
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James: So, what’s you’re type?
Lily: Brown eyes, dark hair, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor.
James: Sounds kinda like me…too bad we’re just friends.
Lily: Did I mention oblivious?
James: Yeah, why?
Lily: Okay, just making sure
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I’ve noticed that when I remind people that “women’s issues” affect men too- periods, pregnancy, abortion, higher sexual assault, etc- they react very dismissive. Like, “oh yeah, trans men too, i guess.” And it’s because they don’t view trans men’s issues as men’s issues, they view them as a subsect of women’s issues. People, including many, many allies, just straight up do not conceive of trans men as men. They certainly may believe us when we say we identify as men, but in their minds we are always just a different flavor of woman- and I know this because I have gotten this point of view in my own head, where I have to remind myself that my issues are, in fact, men’s issues. Not women’s. Not “non-men’s.” Abortion is a men’s issue. “Pink taxes” are a men’s issue. These are things that affect men.
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When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)✨
Late reply 😂 but omg hi, Isa!!
5 things I like ✨
1. Creative af
2. Smart af
3. Manifests things 💅🏻
4. Latina af
5. Gets distracted easily, which somehow results in like 3 fanfic ideas 😂
(PS: the last chapter you posted got me through finals so thank you!!)
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