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sophfandoms53 · 24 days
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Got some mixed feelings about the Striker is Satan’s son theory circulating around rn LMAO
Also the fact this has all started from a single silhouette of this man is very funny
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yumethefrostypanda · 1 year
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Simon Riley // Classic Ghost /skin the things he has seen (┳Д┳)
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lunerna21 · 4 months
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***I meant to do a post for Chapter 1 of Book 7 earlier but it’s been super chaotic with the holidays 😭***
***Slightly longer post but I just want to get my feelings out lol***
BUT I do wanna vent about specific parts of this chapter cause I’m constantly on edge waiting for the release of Chapter 2 (even though I’ll be crying and hyperventilating throughout the next chapter)
First of all, let me start off with how much I love seeing Sebek have a bitch fit from us calling Malleus Tsunotaro
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Like dude basically had an aneurysm and tantrum over it and I fucking love his reaction 😭
(Also totally not loving the attention from Malleus in the very beginning of the chapter 🙈)
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Being such a huge fan of Sleeping Beauty I’m thriving on the focus of it for this Book and I can’t wait to see where it takes us ❤️
BUT BUT There were two parts that had me almost to the point of losing my goddamn mind
1. The idea that we could be leaving Ace, Deuce and Grim
When Deuce and Grim started reminiscing and getting upset about us leaving and Grim being alone again
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JUST THE ABSOLUTE HEARTBREAK I FELT IN THIS SCENE WAS AWFUL LIKE TWST WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME
CAN WE GIVE OURSELVES A BREAK WE KEEPING GOING THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER
BUT THEN ACE'S REACTION IS SENDING ME TO THE HEAVENS
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I'M SO CONFUSED AT ACE'S REACTION LIKE CMON TELL ME HOW YOU ACTUALLY FEEL
Throughout the whole series we've always seen Ace consoling us and keeping his positive outlook, and I'm DYING to see how he reacts to us leaving when we have a guaranteed way home
I feel like once he know's our time is coming to an end, Ace is gonna be inconsolable and just completely break down and beg us to not leave
AND I WILL NOT BE OKAY
IF I SEE ALL THREE OF THEM CRYING ABOUT US LEAVING OR THE OTHER STUDENTS IM GONNA BE IN THERAPY FOR WEEKS
I wish we got to see him more vulnerable but I feel like Yana is just cooking something up to DEVASTATE the fandom
AND THE ACEYUU LOVER THAT I AM IM HOPING WE GET SOME DEVELOPMENT CAUSE THIS LITTLE SHIT IS SO GOOD AT MASKING HIS FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS
LIKE CMON ACE TRAPPOLA LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL
2. Malleus speaking about this past
LET ME TELL YOU MALLEUS DRACONIA NEEDS SO MUCH GODDAMN LOVE
THE AMOUNT OF TIME MALLEUS WAS ALONE AND HE WAS USED TO IT IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL
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(Also screw that last option like why would I ever pick that after what he told us)
Just the fact as he was telling his story and we pointed it out and he was just like "Oh, I guess I was" and acknowledged it
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Does everyone need to be so traumatized by their past in this game like goddamn the whole goddamn school needs a therapist
Just reminiscing on his reactions to spending time with us in the main story and side stories, and how much he enjoyed being included just makes the past events more special with him 😭
....And his reaction afterward we told him we'd found a way home...
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WE'RE JUST ADDING ON MORE TO HIS LONELINESS AND I HATE IT CAN'T WE GIVE MALLEUS LOVE AND A BREAK
AND THEN THE WAY IT ENDED JUST SENDS ME INTO OVERDRIVE EVERY GODDAMN TIME
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.....Malleus facing the horrible reality that everyone is slowly fading from his life and he has no way to prevent this is just....
When I tell you I'm going to be in therapy after Chapter 2, I will be so inconsolable that I will be in shambles for a while
I'm glad I'm also caught up to the Chapter 6 on the JPN server, but having to now relive everything in the EN server I will not be okay
Now I will sit in and cry impatiently as I wait for a date for the newest Chapter (ALSO MANIFESTING MORE CHAPTERS NEXT MONTH FOR BOTH SERVERS EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS)
Enjoying the rest of your day~~!! *walks off in tears*
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anantaru · 6 months
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sometimes i actually just wanna see if i can fit my whole fist in my pussy
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spideyhexx · 2 months
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feeling so feral what’s going on with you guys
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valeriianz · 1 year
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4 and 6 for the injury prompt thing with 7 and 11 for the dialogue?
4/6: Trying to hide your injury from them, but failing miserably once you faint right in front of them / Staying the night in case they need your help, being asked to sleep on the bed instead of the couch/floor
7/11: "How long have you been hiding this?" / "I don't know it was just... there when I woke up"
nonny knows what they want and i respect that haha (cw: blood)
Hob startled awake, his body going into a fight or flight mode before his brain was fully conscious. He shot out of bed while the pounding at his front door persisted, loud enough to echo off the walls of his house, for Hob to feel it in his bones. 
Pulling a shirt on, he then ripped open his closet on the way to the living room, grabbing his shotgun, knowing it was loaded, and marched to the front door, holding the gun ready.
Hob blinked and felt himself coming back online, cussing whoever it was making such a terrifying racket in the middle of the night.
He leaned sideways inconspicuously during a lull in the assault on his door, peeking through a window to see who exactly was at his door, but saw nothing much besides a dark shadow, their body nearly flush against the door.
“Hob, it’s me,” came a muffled, all too familiar voice. “Open the door.”
Cussing again, Hob nearly dropped his weapon, taking the time instead to carefully set it on an end table and getting his shaking fingers around the deadbolt and chain and lock on the handle before finally taking it and twisting it with enough force to snap it clean off.
He swung the door open and found Dream standing– hunched– before him, one arm around his middle, cradling his side, and the other holding open Hob’s screen door.
Christ, Dream looked a mess. Even in the moonlight, Hob could see how his hair half stuck up and half plastered to his face, with sweat or blood, it was hard to tell. And Hob could smell him, oil mixed with copper and sudor, like he’d been fighting a car. Or was run over by one.
From the way Dream held himself up, like he was using the screen door as support, Hob wouldn’t doubt it.
“Hello,” Dream greeted, pulling his head up enough so Hob could see those unmistakable blue eyes, even in the darkness. 
Everything in Hob screamed at him to take Dream into his arms, pull him inside and hold him close, draw a bath for him, strip him bare to treat any wounds (there surely would be a few) and tuck him in his bed, safe and sound. But Hob had been on the receiving end of this too many times, and so instead he crossed his arms, his heart still running a mile a minute in his chest.
“‘Hello’? That’s all you have to say to me?”
“How are you?” Dream laughed weakly, hissing afterwards, gritting his teeth. 
Hob cussed again, for Dream showing up at his door like this, and to himself for breaking so easily as he stepped forward and took Dream’s free arm, pulling it around his shoulders and walking him inside the house.
“Haven’t seen you in months and this is how you show up,” Hob grumbled, treading lightly through his living room as Dream stumbled to keep up.
“Apologies if my visit is… unwelcomed.”
Hob nearly rolled his eyes as he deposited Dream on his couch. He still hadn’t turned on any lights and couldn’t yet see what injuries Dream had sustained from… wherever he came from.
“Shut up,” Hob grunted, squatting down next to Dream to pull his boots off and heft his legs up as well. “You know you’re always welcome…”
Hob finds Dream’s gaze in the darkness, his hands stuck on Dream’s ankles, rubbing them through the thick material of his socks with his thumb. The touch must be comforting, as Dream relaxes fully into the cushions, his head lolling back and releasing a great sigh that makes his chest deflate. 
Hob sighs too, the last of the adrenaline leaving his body as he stands up again, reaching over Dream’s head to pull the cord on the table lamp. A soft glow surrounds them, making Dream flinch, his eyes squeezing shut. Hob is about to apologize, when he looks down and finds Dream’s coat open, tattered, and his hand, usually pale white and clean, covered in dirt and blood, pressed tightly over a mess of red and gray tatters that was Dream’s shirt.
“Jesus Christ, Dream–”
“It’s not that bad.”
“When were you planning on telling me you had a fucking injury?”
Dream shrugs a shoulder. Hob can see him properly now, sees how much paler his skin is, how it’s slick with sweat, purple bags under his eyes and his throat shuddering as he swallows. 
“Woke up like this.”
“God, you’re a piece of work…” Hob grouses as he stands up fully. “I’m getting my first aid kit. You’ll need stitches.”
“I hate needles…” Dream grumbles, but Hob is already off, rushing to the bathroom and grabbing everything he needs, running the tap until the water is warm and wetting a towel with it.
When he returns, Dream is out cold.
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Dream wakes up to the feeling of fingers carding through his hair, his eyes fluttering open and staring up at the ceiling. He feels much more comfortable and warm, the pain in his side reduced to a dull throb.
“Welcome back.”
Dream lolls his head sideways and finds Hob perched next to him, on the bed. His fingers continue combing through his hair and Dream pretends it’s not the most grounding, comforting thing he’s ever felt. Instead he blinks at Hob, his oldest and most loyal friend.
He takes a breath, his lungs aching with it. “You moved me.”
Hob hums, his fingers caressing down to the shell of Dream’s ear, pulling on it lightly.
“You were bleeding all over my couch.”
“Apologies,” Dream says again, his voice scratchy and worn out. He swallows and finds his throat impossibly dry.
As if he can read his thoughts, Hob turns (removing his hold on Dream, who has to bite down a whine that threatens to spill from his lips at the loss), and procures a tall glass of water.
“Careful,” Hob chastises as Dream attempts to sit up a little too fast, flinching at the stab of pain in his side. “I just sewed you up.”
Hob helps Dream to sit up enough to take the glass and gulp down the water. He takes the glass back once it’s empty and Dream takes a shaky breath, flopping back down onto the pillows and willing Hob to put his hands back on him. But not daring to ask, to be so foolishly hopeful.
“Thank you,” he says instead.
Hob huffs, shaking his head fondly, exasperatedly. 
“Don’t thank me yet,” Hob says. His hand moves and Dream manages not to smile as Hob’s fingers touch his cheek, trace up the side of his face and back into his hairline. “You have a lot of questions to answer in the morning.”
Cold fear rushes through Dream, forcing his gaze down, studying the texture of Hob’s sheets.
“I can not stay.” It hurts to say, but Dream knows it’s for the best. Dream hates leaving Hob, taking advantage of his hospitality, his friendship, and offering nothing in return. 
But it was the nature of the beast, of Dream’s profession. One he hadn’t chosen, but that he’d fallen into. It would be a battle to get out, to remove himself, and Hob would be safer in the dark, for now. To remain ignorant. Any detail slipped and Dream knew– he knew Hob would come rushing to his defenses. To steal him away and protect him. It was just in his nature, Hob was good.
And Dream… wasn’t.
“You will stay,” Hob insists, and it feels like a threat. Dream’s lips curl despite himself.
He pretends to resign himself, sighing deeply and settling more comfortably into the covers. He allows the image to flash across his mind, the fantasy… of waking up next to Hob. To see him in the morning glow streaming in through the window. Wonders how the yellow sunlight would reflect off Hob’s chestnut hair, his caramel brown eyes. To sit down and have tea with him, curled up on the couch and sharing each other’s warmth. 
Hob had always welcomed Dream in, no questions asked. Always offered a roof for him, a shelter. Dream knew this would happen eventually, his selfish tendencies finally reaching a breaking point, a point where Hob would no longer take “no” for an answer. Wouldn’t allow Dream to continue coming back only for emergencies, for comfort. That wasn’t a real friendship… giving and greedily taking, clawing, begging for more. 
Hob was so warm and soft while Dream was cold and cruel; Hob didn’t know what he’d done, what horrors lurked behind his iron clad walls. And if Dream had any power in him, he'd keep those monsters away from Hob.
To keep Hob safe.
“I’ll stay,” Dream lied, his heart breaking at the relief that washed over Hob’s face.
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aladaylessecondblog · 3 months
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Severed Destiny bs
Severed Destiny Almalexia, hearing the Nerevarine is an "orphan" teenager: *writing flowery letters about being Mother Morrowind, clearly the child must be guided, etc*
Vivec: *has to decide if it's easier to change Almalexia or Dagoth Ur* ...I'ma go with the psycho under the volcano.
Also Almalexia: *keeps up the act until she sees Haj-deek's face*
Haj-deek, later: I'm a slow learner, but...I've learned.
Also Vivec: You almost ruined the whole plan trying to give her another chance!
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regrxssion · 5 months
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me when i suddenly get bombarded by theatre, trolls, and scott pilgrim and it completely pulls me away from doing anything on my blogs--
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miercolaes · 6 months
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honoosenshi · 6 months
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i am soooo bad at balancing life, schoolwork, errands & talking to people !! i apologize if im slow or just have my priorities all over the place !! i adore you guys so much, so even if i haven't reached you yet, know that i AM watching & im just ... ME lol
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frogmanfae · 9 months
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I was just thinking about some of my favorite movies and realized that my top 3 are Dead Poet Society, Barbie, and Newsies (in no particular order) and tbh what kind of nightmare blunt rotation is that
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heavenly-angell · 1 year
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okay girlies, what are you using to make your 2023 vision boards?
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xxalphaclownxx · 1 year
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YA KNOW WHAT FUCK BEING SAD. I DONT OWE ANYONE ANYTHING AND A GAME DOESNT BELONG TO SOMEONE WHO LIKES IT. I WAS BEING A BABY, BUT FUCK THAT. YTTD FANDOM HERE I FUCKING COME. GET READY FOR THE SHEER POWER OF ME.
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magizombi · 8 months
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I wish my surgery was over already I feel so excited and so sick and so scared aaagaggghhhhhh I'm freaking outttt
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fried-manto · 1 year
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Ate too much tangerine and vomitted all day yst now i'm making a mini lego set to make short stop motion video.
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hansrillow · 1 year
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I'm currently the guy in front of red strings on a board but hear me out
alright mfs listen up im here to talk about davey and jacks characterization when it comes to leadership and how tl’dr: I think davey was meant to and wants to be a leader and jack is forced to and doesnt want to be a leader
now bear with me. I'm not saying jack is a bad leader. but literally the entire show he talks about leaving for Santa Fe and how he doesnt want to fucking be in new york with all these responsibilities and slaving away for pennies every day. I don’t think saying that he does not want to be a leader is unfair.
ok now that I have that disclaimer out of the way. I'm going to just ramble out some thoughts
when we get introduced to davey a kind of hate that he comes off so...ignorant about the newsies. like the whole “but you’ll buy what I dont sell right??” like I understand that he’s the put-in for the audience, that way everything is crystal clear about the newsies conditions to the audience. but his family is working class, if I had to guess, I'd say they probably barely afforded sending them to school. I really doubt that Dave had no idea about the newsies’ conditions
I also say this because where do you think davey got all his strike knowledge from? you think he just picked it up from the street? again I’m assuming, but I’d be willing to guess his parents taught him everything he knows about unions and striking
okay anyway
davey has unique knowledge about striking and unions compared to the other newsies. and when we get to the point in the script where the strike is being introduced, I assume we’re only a few days into davey and les selling. they’re getting to know people, but they dont know each other all that well. for lack of a better word, davey is still an outsider(this is relevant I promise)
so it makes sense when first crutchie nominates jack as president. they don’t know davey well enough for something like that. it would also make sense that you wouldn’t just put this outsider in a position of power over your entire group. this is one of the examples of jack being forced in leadership
davey also didn’t really want to be in leadership for the strike at first. and I don’t ever really thinks he has a huge desire to be in charge, but I do think he’s meant to (and is also forced to when jack fucks off after the riot/doesn’t show to the rally/etc). but honestly his family needed money, it doesn’t make a ton of sense logistically to then...not work
so thats the first example of this leadership dichotomy between them
next I wanna talk about their styles of leadership. jack is trying to please his kids, the newsies. he doesn’t want to let them down, in this aspect he is totally a people pleaser. and again that’s not a bad thing! I don’t think that not wanting to let your family down is bad. but it’s his style of leadership. davey is matter-of-fact. it doesn’t mean he doesn’t care, but he’s blunt like before seize the day
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jack doesn’t want to tell race and mush and finch and everyone “no, Brooklyns not coming” and Dave says “lol if they’re not here, theyre not coming. this isnt a surprise” but I also think the “depends on how you look at it” is interesting because it implies that Brooklyn isn’t not with them, but like jack said, they wanted proof Manhattan newsies wasn’t going to quit when it got hard (and...I'd like to point out...if it were up to jack, they would have)
they lead in very different ways, and I do think davey is the better strike leader. we see it later, he can put aside the bluntness that can be off-putting and put on kid gloves (again, lack of a better word) with jack when he wants to give up. Katherine does it too after the rally.) I don’t think that jack’s immature, necessarily, but I think he leads with emotion and doesn’t think things through
I also think its worthwhile to look at the beginning of seize the day davey doesnt know how to motivate the newsies, so he turns to jack for help. and jack tries but it doesn’t really work. he doesn’t really know how to motivate them when they don’t feel the same way as him. jack plays into the similar emotions, and davey just knows how to convince them that the strike is what they need to do.
an AMAZING example of jack playing into the emotions is talking to the scabs.
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like...he goes for the heart. I don’t know that the davey we’ve seen by then could've done that. he can motivate the newsies to the moon and back, but I also didn’t get the vibe that he really cared about the people not striking. it is their choice to strike or not, they can fuck off if theyre not is the vibe I get
maybe im projecting
anywho
another HUGE comparison is that davey thinks long term, jack thinks short term. when crutchie gets arrested, it means everything is over for jack because they lost once. if they’re not absolutely winning, its a defeat. davey is thinking about the long term, though. people get arrested with strikes, its absolutely awful but it happens. its better than crutchie dying. BUT he points out that them getting beat up means that theyre being taken seriously, they are a legitimate threat to these old guys. they are winning overall, but no one wins without taking a few hits. they have totally different outlooks (until Dave convinces him otherwise for the time being)
its the same exact thing after the rally when Katherine deals with jack’s ‘they have me cornered so it’s never happening’ mindset. 
this is going a little beyond the script, but I do think jack and davey have different relationships with authority. I think jack gets such strong emotions that he can’t help pushing their buttons and pissing them off, and it seems like davey continues the “if you’re not with us, fuck you” mindset. they’re not worth the time if they’re not giving into the strike.
okay I've gotten off track from my tldr. I love these two being foils though (shoutout to my 12th grade English teacher, I remember foils)
multiple times davey is forced into leadership when Jack is gone, but it’s the natural progression to everyone. he kind of takes a back seat to jack a LOT of the show. I get that jacks the main character so obviously he has main character syndrome...but davey gets fucked sometimes okay. Katherine doesnt introduce him to bill and Darcy, only jack. the question is always “where’s jack?” not “what’s next, Dave?” Davey constantly gets pushed to the side for jack. and that’s fine, like I said jack is the main character. but I'd also argue davey has equal importance
anyway, speaking of once and for all...
I think this is one of the most important songs when it comes to building up how different jack and Davey’s leadership styles are.
jack is one of the main (single) voices in this song. its a community-building song for the group, obviously. but jack has the most solo moments.
davey actually doesn’t have any solo lines until the end. literally the last few phrases
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SO. this song. backtracking to the beginning and I'll loop back to why I pointed that out.
I think when the song starts, there’s a few different reasons its broken up the way it is. one could be the order that the trio was introduced, but I'm choosing to look deeper.
I think that where each of the three (jack, Dave, and Kath) jump in on that like...stanza (? idk if thats the right word or not) says a lot about them as a character.
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so I'm not saying the entire stanza isn’t important to all three. but look at where they jump in.
jacks starts by saying there’ll be change, sure, but he points out that they are major news. they’re, like, famous and that’s something jack’s never even had a chance of achieving. the news is what he makes a living off of. he’s MAJOR news to be known in his field
davey is proving himself and this group. he’s showing the bosses that they have power, and he’s proving to everyone that you are stronger as a group
and Katherine is finally getting some kind of win. she’s been shit on her entire working life and has honestly found things that are important even outside of work. 
now for the rest of the song. Katherine leaves, but I wish they didn’t do that. I think it would've been cool to have her around.
but jack and davey stay. Davey has no solo lines until the end. he’s in with the kids, working his absolute ass off making sure this works. making sure they get what they need.
and I’m not saying jack isn’t working with them, but jack is more...front facing (again, for lack of a better word). davey is literally just part of the group, and I think that’s where their leadership styles REALLY differ
to jack, being a leader is out in front, doing those front facing things. to davey, being a leader is being in the trenches with your people, doing the same work as them.
and don’t ask me how this plays into the Jacobs being anarchists or socialists I'll keep going for hours
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