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jungkook97 · 6 months

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and if you let me;; jjk

pairing: non idol!coworker jungkook x reader

word count: 1.9k

rating: teens & up!

genre: romance & fluff, cheesy confession, jungkook is a nervous guy in luv, also is silly, dorky, sweet, etc. (all the adjectives!)

summary: it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.

notes: there's hardly any plot lmao it's just a hit of dopamine/feels i guess HAHAHAH :) i love him so much and my feelings are at an all-time high with the new gcf that came out!!

this is for nei (@melancholy-of-nadia)!!! luv u!!

Jungkook was annoyed. Very annoyed.

As you howled in laughter at Hoseok’s antics, Jeon Jungkook was in his little corner, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

It wasn’t that he was jealous. In fact, Jungkook was pretty confident and had somewhat normal self-esteem levels, but he felt like he was running out of time.

Running out of time for what, you ask? Confessing his love to you.

It was an open secret on the office floor that Jungkook had the biggest and loudest crush on you, making it real clear to all the guys in the office that you were the love of his life (on the clock, anyway). He liked people who were great at their jobs, and you were, to say the least, great at it. As your new boss and your guys’ boss fought for dominance to get you as an employee, it was clear that you were irreplaceable in the workplace, and that somehow made you even sexier to Jungkook.

At first, it was all a physical thing. You were a looker with brains and a dry humor that Jungkook appreciated in a workplace filled with kiss-assers. It was easy to flirt with you, and it seemed like you were 110% flirting back, which, a few months down the road, got Jungkook to freak out.

Surely, it was one thing to flirt with coworkers nonchalantly and another to deliberately be a boy loser about it. He was down bad at the 3-month mark and found himself counting the days when you would return to your cubicle, which conveniently was next to his.

Every day, he swung by your desk trying to be smooth, only to trip up somehow. Whether it be the intonation of his voice or him tripping over his own feet, he would kick himself silly mentally before lamenting to his best friend and work confidant, Kim Namjoon at the water cooler hours later.

“I swear I cannot walk around her!” Jungkook would sigh loudly, swirling his coffee stirrer as Namjoon chuckled, leaning against the counter before patting his coworker on the shoulder.

“It’s okay, dude. I’m sure she doesn’t even notice it like you do,” Namjoon would reassure him even though he knew you would eventually find out (you would of course, but unaware how deep Jungkook’s love for you was).

A year would swing by until you finally broke the news to the office that you would be leaving for another job with higher pay, and it felt like Jungkook’s world came crashing down. How could he continue working at this job if you weren’t next to him, giggling at his stupid jokes and his stupid short haircut that he specifically cut to make himself look even hotter for you? How could he possibly get through several rounds of meetings if you two weren’t playing tic-tac-toe on the memo pad the two of you would share? Or the times when Jungkook would go out of his way to the coffee shop to get your usual honey oatmilk latte from Urth Caffé? Or the time Jungkook would time his lunches so he could sit with you for the whole hour?

And so, Jungkook devised a plan to break the “news” that he was in love with you, hoping that you would feel the same way. He orchestrated the going away party first, going to a KBBQ spot with your closest coworkers before doing karaoke with drinks. Because how else was Jungkook going to relax around you?

Jungkook could feel his heart thumping wildly in his chest as you giggled at his innocent joke about Hoseok’s dance moves as your delicate head leaned against his wide shoulders. His stomach lurched forward as he coughed to cover his nervousness up, pouring yet another glass of soju for the two of you. You gladly took it, clinking the glass against his before taking a swig, and swallowing the alcoholic contents as you clung into Jungkook for the next hour.

Jungkook was elated of course, but he didn’t wanna give much away, closing his lips together as he thumped his fingers against the table, encouraging your former coworkers to drink more.

An hour passed and you were blasted, still hollering and hooting for the dancers, Hoseok and Jimin, to continue as karaoke night came at a fever pitch. At this point, you and Jungkook were inseparable, and he has made major moves to the level of your comfort: 1) putting his arm behind you and 2) crossing his legs so he could tap his feet against yours.

As you hummed quietly to yourself, you shivered at the cold air coming through the AC. Jungkook saw and immediately grabbed his leather jacket, putting it around you.

You thanked him, leaning against his chest as the two of you cuddled. Jungkook’s heart skipped a beat as he flushed red, again covering his flustered self with a cough.

“Are you getting sick?” you inquired, looking up at Jungkook with a pout. His eyes twinkled at this point as you cutely and drunkenly put your hand up to his forehead, trying to feel his temperature. It was going up all right, and Jungkook turned even redder than the tomatoes in the ramyeon in front of you two.

“Uh,” was all Jungkook could say, stuttering his way into a lame excuse. “The ramyeon is a bit too spicy that’s all, haha.”

He did his best to chuckle sexily as you sighed, frowning.

“Should I have asked for it to be mild?” you inquired, grabbing the menu from the table. “If I had known you didn’t like spice, I would’ve ordered it.”

“Oh no, i-it’s okay!” Jungkook hastily replied, putting the menu down. He was freaking out, and a few of the boys were starting to notice the two of you being rather cozy.

“Man, I have never seen Jungkook look so happy in my entire life,” Taehyung teased, snorting into his beer and pointing at the both of you.

Jungkook frowned, still beet red.

“W-what are you talking about?!” he fired back at Taehyung. All the second youngest in the office did was shrugged, smirking.

“Oh, now you’re playing stupid,” Taehyung drunkenly laughed, leaning against you as he whispered something in your ear.

Jungkook’s stomach bubbled in nervousness while Taehyung chuckled after saying his piece which made you giggle a bit.

“Yeah, he can be obtuse sometimes,” you replied, glancing back at Jungkook. He flushed again, his stomach in knots. Did you know? Were you playing with him?

As the night progressed, you began acting more and more wild, making Jungkook laugh uproariously at your behavior. Seeing you loose made him happy and glad that he planned the goodbye party in the first place. He clapped and cheered for you as you attempted badly to sing Whitney Houston’s “I’ll Always Love You”. Even if you were off-key, he still found it endearing that you even attempted.

Your unabashed confidence was shining through, and something ignited within Jungkook. It was then when he realized how much he liked you and seeing this side of you made him want you even more. The desire to be even closer than you two already were, and the desire to be intimate was growing inside Jungkook’s already big and kind heart, and he wanted to do something more.

It wasn’t too late when everyone began to go home, leaving the two of you alone. You had Uber’d your way to the noraebang so Jungkook offered naturally to take you home after sobering up.

As the two of you walked to the car, you instinctively but a bit impulsively wrapped your arm around his. His stomach lurched forward as his heart beat unbelievably fast, making him cough out of nervousness.

“You okay?” you asked worryingly, slurring a bit of your words. Jungkook was a bit concerned for you as he gripped your arm tighter around his bicep, leaning against you.

“I am,” he hummed lightly, opening his Mercedes GT door for you before guiding you in. “Are you okay though? You had a lot to drink.”

He strapped you in with the seatbelt as you smiled warmly. At this point, you two were really close to each other, feeling each other’s warm breaths as Jungkook’s big eyes stared into yours. He lamented quietly that you weren’t entirely there, wishing you were entirely sober so he could just kiss you right then and there. Your red warm lips were calling to him, and he wanted to kiss you so fucking bad, but only if you let him.

God, you’re so beautiful right now, he thought.

“What?” you laughed softly as he snapped out of it.

“N-nothing.”

Clearing his throat for the 1529458th time, he pulled away from your warmth and back into the winter air. Sliding his hands together to keep warm, he sprinted to the driver’s side of the car, sliding in before turning the engine on. The hot air swirled through the cabin as he turned the lights on and navigation took you home.

Not much was said during the ride to your house. Surely, he didn’t want to interrupt you slowly dozing off, mumbling to yourself as your hand laid on the center console. Jungkook’s hand was firmly on the shift gear but it achingly wanted to be there as well, holding your hand. He wanted to warm you up so badly, just like how he did it all night with you.

There must have been real chemistry between you two up until this point, Jungkook thought. There was no way all of this was platonic or you had been leading him on. All the flirty exchanges you two had for the past year started replaying in Jungkook’s mind like a broken video tape, replaying over and over until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He had to tell you. He had to confess.

As the car came to a stop and turned off, he went over to your side to open the door again. You woke up to the brisk cold air hitting your face as you were startled awake. Jungkook’s dark silhouette encapsulated you as you pulled out of the car, only to slip from the ice below and into Jungkook’s arms.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as he caught you immediately into his embrace. His firm, yet warm body was pressed up against your own as you giggled drunkenly, trying to maintain your balance. “God, I’m just all over you tonight huh, Jeon?”

You could feel his heavy breaths on you as you looked up. He was already staring down at you with a soft smile, his cheeks pink.

You wondered if he was going to keep hiding it from you. You knew for quite some time that Jungkook liked you a bit too much, and even in your drunken state, you wanted to tell him it was okay to lean in for a kiss. You liked him too, and you wanted him to be yours.

Under the dim streetlight, he ever so slowly leaned in, closing the gap between you two. His eyes were pensive, thinking a bit too hard on this, but you had already made up your mind.

Kiss me, Jungkook.

“If you let me,” he whispered right before your lips touched his.

You pulled him in, kissing him. His eyes closed immediately as he took control, squeezing you tightly as you two softly kissed each other, keeping warm.

Snow was falling lightly on the both of you as your lips slowly made a grin when the two of you parted.

“Always, Jungkook.”

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fic #writing #mine #I WAS INSPIRED BY THE GCF LEAVE ME ALONE #short and sweet like jungkook's haircut in the gcf <3 #oh i'm in love with the man so bad it's not even funny :/#i barely edited this so hfdklshg;hg #kissing jungkook in the snow o my god i'm so romantic

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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christine! i hop you're having a good day my love❤️

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#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #hobrien #sterek #parallel universe

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lilymelrose · 1 year

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Activities for Littles and Middles

Hi everyone, I thought it would be fun to make a list of activities to do when I'm regressed! Feel free to use them for yourself too!

Little Space

Drink from a sippy cup (or a bottle if you prefer).

Cuddle your favourite stuffie.

Do some colouring from a colouring book, or print out colouring pages.

Play with dolls.

If you have a caregiver or little friend, play things like Tic-tac-toe or card games together.

Go and play in a park.

Watch kids TV shows (e.g., Paw Patrol, Doc McStuffins, SpongeBob, Steven Universe, Winx Club, Ruby Gloom etc.).

Eat snacks that make you feel little, or meals that kids like (e.g., Mac and Cheese).

Wear clothes, pyjamas or a onesie that makes you feel cute.

Middle Space

Socialise online with other littles/middles.

Use websites like Tumblr and Spacehey (a remake of Myspace).

Go to a park and use the swings.

Watch older TV shows (e.g., The Simpsons, Riverdale etc.).

Eat fun foods like pizza or stuff that makes you feel like a teen/tween.

Wear clothes that make you feel cute, or wear alternative clothing if you prefer darker stuff! Lots of us became alternative as a teen/tween.

#age regression #agere #little #agere blog #little space #sfw little post #age regressor #agere little #middlespace #middle space

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papaver-decervicatus · 9 months

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“Under No Circumstances…”

How Farah ended up just beneath Gromsko and Soap on the “Under No Circumstances Allowed to Use a Rocket Launcher” list. 1.5K words, rated Teen, Gromsko POV.

CW: Medical Procedures, The Lord of the Flies (awful I know).

A/N. This is just a quick silly Drabble between the three because Gromsko does not get enough love in the fandom! Thanks to everyone who enjoys the headcanon pages I put out, your enthusiasm has really inspired me!

The nearest table is littered with palpable annoyances, from gauges in the fake wood where one Simon Riley stabbed hunting knives in frustration (which, in his defense, it would be rather frustrating to wake up to pissed in tac-boots, offender still at large,) to pen-marks scribbling in games of tic-tac-toe between Reyes and Chuy (which culminate in a perfect 5 win, to 5 draws, to 5 win ratio,) and even a perfectly Kleo shaped bite mark (she was overdue on her shots and that never goes over well,) out of the bottom left corner. The sound of tweezers hitting a small glass vial consistently rings out, along with the gentle splutter of matter dropping into alcohol.

On Farah’s abdomen, there is a 3-inch gash, approximately 1.25 centimeters deep. It was made by a shrapnel blast that cut through her gear, pieces of cloth and metal remain to be picked out. Her head is nestled in the area just beneath Soap’s crotch on the table. Gaz sits cross-legged beneath the table that she and Soap recline on. Her hair cascades downwards into Gaz’s soft and patient hands, idly doing then undoing her trailing braid. Soap prattles endlessly while holding her shoulders down.

“And then, the fucking eejits go huntin’ it. Goes to show, Brits and their violence…” He sneers and Gaz huffs.

“They are like. Thirteen, mate. The book’s a satire for Chrissake!” Gaz responds. Farah winces when he pulls on her hair a little too hard, and he apologizes with a hushed ‘Oh, sorry.’

“They worship a pig's head on a stick the way you worship your damn Queen, Garrick. No fucking satire to me.”

Gromsko continues his work, picking debris out of the wound, as the two men continue to bicker animatedly about their latest disagreement (and since when did Soap care about British literature, or The Lord of the Flies?)

“How much longer?” Farah wheezes underneath the disagreement above her.

Gromsko takes one last look through his surgical loops. The wound appears to have nothing foreign left in it. He hums in satisfaction at his work.

“Not much, Kochanie.” Gromsko soothes in the sort of quiet voice he summons on instinct when working with Farah. Something in the furrow of her brow always tells him she would appreciate a quiet sort of kindness, that is, when she even allows herself to be helped. She seems thankful when she throws her head back into Soap’s crotch and his rant is cut short by a winded noise. Gaz falls over laughing at the realization she’s just headbutted him in his… particulars. Gromsko takes the opportunity of her momentary levity to catch her unawares with the first stitch.

It’s been approximately 38 minutes since a dazed Farah was rushed into his makeshift office with a frazzled Soap. In between explanations of a misfired explosive, frantic apologies to the woman hanging off his shoulder, and labored insistences that she receives stitches, Gromsko barely gave the two time to blink before he had sprung out of his cot and had started laying out his supplies. Within 4 minutes, the wound was assessed. Within 3 minutes of the assessment, Soap had dragged a still groggy Gaz to Farah’s side saying something about Alex’s preference that he be there should she get hurt. Gromsko paid it very little mind as he typically did. Anything to make a patient more comfortable.

The wound was far from life-threatening in any sense of the word. It was, however, in a position where standard stitches would likely get ripped from friction with tac-gear. A medium-level challenge, but certainly no challenge at all to a medic like Gromsko.

“You are doing well, Farah.” He says. She turns her head in frustration at the lingering pain as he goes in for the third and what will likely be 17 total stitches. “Do not fall asleep on me, kotku,” he smiles when her face scrunches in disgust. “Concussion protocol.” She sighs.

“There is nothing kitten about this situation, medic.” Farrah spits, Soap keeps his hands on her shoulders to prevent her from bucking upwards to claw at Gromsko, now rethreading a suture needle.

“There is, this scratch, it is a kitten’s scratch. It will heal easily.”

The encouragement seems to lighten her mood. When Gromsko tunes back into Gaz and Soap’s conversation, he elects to immediately zone back out when Soap tries to swat at the man beneath him for implying he couldn’t read.

She yells something at the two, and while Gromsko does not know any Arabic, he figures he knows what it means when the two immediately stop their horseplay and go back to bickering, albeit at a much quieter level.

With the distraction of Gaz and Soap, Farah’s stitches go by much quicker than she seems to have suspected. Gromsko makes use of one of his medic tricks (the one his old commander taught him about squeezing the flesh 4 inches to the left of the wound to calm the patient) and much like a kitten, Farah does indeed soothe.

Her whole face brightens when Gromsko finishes the last stitch and goes to toss out his sterile gloves.

“Ya done, doc?” Soap asks, hopeful as ever.

“Hmph,” he nods his head. Gaz scrambles off the floor and examines the stitches on Farah’s abdomen. He lets out a quick whistle in appreciation.

“All that in under an hour? You’re a magic man, Gromsko.” He gives a curt nod which Gromsko returns. Gromsko goes to the metal folding chair that was holding part of his supplies and tenderly picks up Farah’s shirt (which Soap had folded perfectly while awaiting medical instruction,) and hands it to her. She smiles and shrugs it on.

“I am sure I don’t need to inform you of heading instructions, do I?” He asks, his sarcasm unusually quiet. Farah just gives a dry laugh.

“I’ve been through worse.” She claims, chest full of pride. She’s always one of the worse to corral into medical attention, he’s learned from his months with SpecGru. She wears battle scars like medals and hates to admit to anyone, even a medic, that she may need any special treatment. He’s just happy she let him get to the wound at all.

“But-“ her face visably sours as he continues. “Concussion protocol, no sleep for the next 6 hours.”

She sends an irritated look to Soap and Gaz who both put their hands up in defeat, likely aware of what happened the last time someone didn’t listen to the man’s medical demands. (If Ghost wasn’t pulling his stitches out all the time, maybe, just maybe, those tac boots of his wouldn’t have gotten the treatment that they did… not that Gromsko knows anything about it, of course.)

“I have sentry in 4 hours,” Gaz offers weakly, genuine sadness in his voice that whether or not he wants to, he will be unable to care for his friend through the duration of her mandatory awake period.

“Fine. Sleep. And if Alex is back by then, tell him I ordered you to leave.” Farah says, voice firmly intoned back into its comfortable commanding sound. Gaz gives a faux salute and leaves with the haste of a man who’s forgotten what a bed looks like for months checking into a hotel room. Soap looks at Farah expectantly.

“You too-“ She starts.

“Nope.” He finishes.

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean ‘no.’ I’m not leaving yer side until you can rest. Not gonna happen.” He shrugs nonchalantly. Ever the faithful soldier, no man or recently-concussed-woman left behind.

Farah looks at Gromsko, apparently expecting him to save her from being babysat. He laughs louder than he has all night. He feels the tension of the situation melt away as he returns to his usual volume.

“Don’t look at me like that, kotku,” she mocks throwing up at the pet name, “I would order him to as well. You do not have a good track record of listening to doctors orders.” She pouts much like a child denied a night home alone with her friends when her parents are away. It reminds Gromsko of an argument his older sister got into with his mother when he was 13. Farah smiles the same way as that sister, she shows the same amount of teeth, he noticed. “Alex is not here. Soap will do.”

Farah looks entirely displeased by this assessment and brings a hand to thumb at the bottom of her now French braided hair. “We’ve finished all of our assignments before we went out. What is there to do?”

Gromsko looks to the armory outside.

Gromsko looks to Soap. Soap looks to Gromsko.

Soap looks in the direction of an unattended car he is more than capable of hot wiring.

Gromsko looks to the direction that the abandoned training maze that Price put a demolition order for.

Gromsko and Soap look to Farah.

“Doncha worry Bonnie,” Soap smiles the way fire meets Gasoline. Gromsko is already putting his fire-resistant jacket onto her shoulders and ushering Farah out the door. “We got just the thing.”

When two days later Alex returns from his own assignment and asks why there is now a large picture of Farah, Gromsko, and Soap outside the armory with the inscription “UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE ROCKET LAUNCHERS ALLOWED TO THESE THREE.” Gromsko just laughs in his face.

“Anything for a patients comfort.” He supplies as though it makes perfect sense. Alex’s frown displays his confusion, but Gromsko is not one to give away the secrets of another.

When he got scolded by an irate Price the day before, Gromsko just remembered Farah’s smile with fire reflecting in her eyes 6 hours previous when he and Soap were put on toilet scrubbing duty.

He remembers that smile now, as Alex stares him down while he walks away.

Worth it.

#cod gromsko #gromsko cod #cod mw fanfiction #farah karim #farah Karim cod #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #soap cod #cod mwii #navigation -> headcanon tag

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perfectprofessorloverapricot · 6 months

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•|A not so stolen youth|•

Stranger things / Prologue

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes.

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Sounded the clock in the wall. The most pronounced sound in the room of four withe walls.

The breath of the little boy seating in the chair came erratic. His whole attention was directed to the can in the table in front of him. Nothing more.

He didn’t pay attention to the man in a lab coat in the corner or how his nose stared to bleed due to the exertion. All he wanted to do was crush the empty can in front of him. Maybe move it an inch at least, but nothing happened.

Giving up, the boy let out a breath he has been holding since an amount of time he can’t deduce.

His eyes opened wide while fear stared crawling in all his body. The can didn’t change nor move an inch. That wasn’t good news.

He looked at the man in the corner, his arms were crossed and an expressionless façade was kept in his face. Oh, but that disappointment and annoyance was more than evident in his eyes.

The result of his failure was being dragged by the arms by two guards while he screamed for his father.

“Papa. No please.” He begged in distress. He knew what was about to come and he didn’t like it. “Please. I can do it.” Pleaded the 7 years old boy. Tears cascading from his beautiful blue eyes with pain. Not physical pain.

At the end of the corridor he was, almost, through inside a dark room. Instantly backing up until his back was against a wall. His knees lifted to his chest.

A shiver ran down his spine at the sight before him. The man he knows as his father holding the door at the entrance, looking at him with disappointment. “P-Papa.” He whispered.

The man’s expression changed to one of pain. Real or fake, he didn’t know. “This is for your own good thirteen.” Said the man. “I promise this will change.” The man grabbed the heavy door with force closing it even when the boys cries grew louder.

“No papa. Please. Don’t leave me.”

His pleads were futile. The man didn’t listen. He would never.

The darkness grew and grew until finally.

Clank.

The boy woke up startled and panting.

It happened again. He’s been out of the lab for almost a year now but the memories of what happens in there kept coming every night. Almost like a reminder that he’ll never be actually free.

He checked his surroundings, making sure that everything was in its place.

After running away from the lab during the chaos he found himself living in the junkyard of the city. Too afraid to go to far but staying in a place secluded enough to not be found. He has had to hide in other places sometimes because the teens of the neighborhood decide it’s a good place to hang out.

But luck is in his side.

At the moment.

He hasn’t been disturbed in almost a month and had manage to steal food without being noticed.

Talking about it. The kid of now 10 years old got out of the least wreaked car that has worked as his hiding place, patting the dust of his oversized hoodie. One that he may or may not have stolen. Just like his pants.

And shoes.

Either way.

He was ready to start another day.

He sat crisscross and happily munching on a bag of cereal at the back side of one of the stores in the town. One of his favorites.

The guy at the counter spends most of his time with weird things covering his ears and that seemed to nullify any sound on his surroundings. His eyes were occupied by a weird book with drawings in it.

It was so easy to stay outside and use his psychokinetic powers to sneak products out the store. The guy still haven’t found out.

He sniffed the boogers produced by the cold weather and passed the back side of his hand under his nose, cleaning the almost dried blood that he forgot to clean. It was getting colder and colder each day and the thin material of his hoodie wasn’t enough any more. And he has a slight idea of where he could hide.

Satisfied with his meal he rolled the wrap to save the remaining for later. It could be his dinner, because he woke up late it became his brunch.

He stud up ready for the journey. He made sure to stay away from de preying eyes of the curious people. Always keeping himself between the trees to make it easy to hide.

It took him some hours, already in the afternoon, to reach the neighborhood he was looking for, but finally his efforts weren’t in vain.

He let out a sigh once he identified the house. The house that has been unused for the months he’s been out of the lab. But the main house wasn’t his goal. His attention was in the small house on the back. The shed.

He doesn’t understand the purpose of a smaller house behind the big house but he wasn’t complaining. It was small and made of wood. Perfect refuge for the cold weather, just like last year.

He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled. He froze. It wasn’t empty like last year. It was loaded with boxes filled to the brim. This wasn’t part of his plans.

He took cautious steps inside, ready to use his powers in case. But when he entered, walking around some boxes to avoid falling he found nothing more.

He let his shoulders relax and decided to inspect the content of the boxes.

Curiously, most of it were metal scraps or what looked like metal scraps for him, some wooden furnitures and clothing fabrics. Not something he would expect to find in a place like that but he could put it to good use.

He turned, ready to go back to the junkyard and eliminate all evidence of his stay in the place, but he end up tripping with a metal pole which caused him and some boxes to fall and creat a ruckus in the small place.

A certain redhead that was formerly enjoying the peace and quiet on her new house, no parents, no annoying brother nor his noisy music coming from his bedroom, it was disturbed when she heard the commotion coming from behind the house.

“Ugh, not again.” Grunted the teenage.

She and her family have been in the house for only 3 days and that was the second time she has to take care of the raccoon.

She left her skate board, that she was formerly painting, and took the bat in the closet. Ready to kick some raccoons ass.

She frowned when she got close to the shed and the noise increased. It must be something really big to cause that noise. She tightened her hold in the bat, just in case.

The door was slightly ajar, letting the light of the outside enter.

The teen grabbed the door with caution and with a quick move, she opened it.

She froze in her place when she saw someone squeak in fright and crawl backwards until their back was against the wall.

“What the-“ she exclaimed.

It was a kid.

A really frightened kid. She could see it clear as the sky those big eyes looking at her like expecting to be beaten to death or something like that.

“Ammm” she started, unsure of what she should say. “Hello?”

The boy kept quiet, the only evident movement was the blinking. He even seemed like holding his breath.

Feeling bad for scaring him like that she lowered the bat and left it leaning in the door frame to show that she didn’t mean harm.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” She reassured, but the kids demeanor didn’t change. “What’s your name?”

Once again the kid kept quiet. Obviously she wasn’t doing a good at appearing not threatening or the kid was to distrustful.

“Are you lost? I could… call someone if you like.” she recommended, but the fright in his eyes rose considerably.

“No, please. No.” He begged, stopping her before she could go back to the house. “Bad people can hear.”

The teenage blinked a few times. Bad people? Was the kid just playing hide and seek?

“Bad people?” She asked for confirmation.

Thirteen nodded once. “Papa.”

The redhead opened her eyes wide. She prays she misunderstood. Did that mean the kid was hurt by his dad? It’s not that imposible since she sees it happen in front of her every once in a a while in her own house so she could understand the fear.

“It’s okay. I’m not going to call anyone.” She reassured squatting in front of him to make herself look less threatening. And for a moment, she saw something other than fear in his eyes. “I’m max. What’s your name?”

The boy opened and closed his mouth, still doubting if he should give more information. But if she actually planed to hurt him she would have already done it, no?

“I’m thirteen.” He said in a small voice.

Max tilted her head. That wasn’t something she was expecting. “Thirteen? Like the number?” She asked again for confirmation, getting another nod from the kid. She bit her bottom lip in doubt. She needed more information to know what to do, but she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. “Thirteen…” she got his attention. “Are you hiding from your father?”

The kid lowered his head in slight embarrassment. That sound like he was a bad kid. But he end up nodding too while playing with his fingers and the sleeves of the oversized hoodie in an attempt to make himself less nervous.

Max noticed the discomfort in the kid and tried to better change the subject. Unconsciously she made a decision. She’ll help the kid the way no one helped her brother. “Hey, do you like comics?” She asked lightheartedly.

The kid looked up at her, not knowing what a comic was. “Comics?” He said.

Max nodded. “Yeah, like books with drawings that help tell the story.” She noticed the way the kids expression was filled with more confusion instead of the contrary. “You don’t know what a comic is?” The boy shook his head.

She stood up, kind of exited to show her new comics. “Okay. Wait here. I’ll be back.” She walked slowly backwards but once she was outside she ran to her room, leaving the kid blinking at her.

He has been worried for a whole year that the bad people might find him, the first posibilite that always came to his mind once he made contact with someone was that he was going to be sent back to the lab straightaway. Not this.

But she looked kind, unlike the people in the lab. Her long read hair and her smile with crooked teeth made a comforting combination. Maybe the reason he didn’t disappear once she left him in there was because he believed her. Or maybe it was just because he was tired of hiding.

Whatever it was. He didn’t expect what this meeting would unleash for the future.

#x male reader #x male oc #x child reader #stranger things x male reader #stranger things #billy hargrove #max mayfield #eleven hopper #jim hopper #hawkins #steve harrington

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j3-4n · 3 months

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I heard some kids on my bus talkin bout how they found out one of their friends $h, n it kinda made me realize how much a of freak I am.

They were making jokes abt how they did it on their stomach n how they look like “ a violin board” n that they be “ doin tic tac toe on their arms” sayin they don’t care if they off themselves n stuff like, idk man. They seemed so disgusting by it.

Idk I’ve been living in a me made world where I kinda think the shit I do is normal. Yk like people watch shows abt teens doin all types of drugs, hurting, and 0ffing themselves all the time. Euphoria, 13 reasons, Girl Interrupted, Thirteen ect ect. I just thought idk.

Man whatever, fvck erbody, they lack character & SPICE 👌🏻

I’m a freeaaaak I’m a widOOOooow, WHat the h3ll am I doing heeeree, I don’t belonng herreeee🎵🎶🎤

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dearest-painter · 10 months

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If you don't mind... can I request another one-shot? This takes place during lunch. When RST! Reader is eating with Spider teens(+ Gayatri) and other spider people while feeding some homemade food to Athena and Lilth, ___(choose anyone) see RST! Reader's back shark teeth and asked about it.

(If you forgot about RST! Reader's back shark teeth, they got their back shark teeth from eating questionable food in some RST scenarios and it involved forced? cannibalism, which I mentioned in some posts that I sent to you.)

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, abusive relationship, implications of forced cannibalism, abusive behavior, Reader might as well be a damn shark, they have two rows of teeth in their mouth aka the front row and the back row, tell me if I need to add anything

Summary:we all have some unique qualities to us that make us well US! While others may have two different color eyes, tooth gap, different skin types, or different hair types you have shark teeth aka having two rows of teeth! Now aren’t you S.P.E.C.I.A.L!

Athena and Lilith were eating some food you made as you, Hobie, Pavitr, his girlfriend Gayatri, Miles, and Gwen were eating. You and Pavitr were doing tic-tac-toe for fun as this is what you two do often which Gayatri was recording as she found it cute. “HAHA! Won again fucker!” “DAMN IT!” Hobie laughed as you won once again while Pavitr faked sulked to Gayatri who was cheering him up while chuckling.

Hobie saw something that he didn’t realize earlier you had two rows of teeth. “Shark teeth?” You stopped and looked at Hobie a bit confused until you realized he was talking about your teeth. “Oh yeah, I have two rows of teeth that was forced to eat some..not so pleasant things” “Ah” “That’s so cool!” Gayatri was very impressed when you showed your other teeth, she was so amazed by this!!

#✉️mail arrived✉️#genderfluid enity answers!#yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #gn reader #yandere x gn reader #x gn reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #RST!Reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere spider man across the spider verse

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flower-zombie-rob · 2 years

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I'm not really a big fan of the whole sean having a big criticism of people that didn't want to play the games thing just because, first of all, it's not all about people seeking instant gratification and how thats ruined teens nowadays, sometimes that format of watching while a bunch of people are trying to play a game in a live chat for hours just isn't for everyone. Im completely fine with waiting for things and having large gaps in between content, I mean I probably would have been super satisfied with the week's worth of content slowly releasing that was planned. I didn't like the format of the games on the stream because it felt convoluted and annoying. It wasn't so much of a sense of us going into the chat and theorising and stuff because sometimes you just can't keep up with the conversation and sometimes you don't want to be theorising because you know you sound like an idiot to people who are a lot better versed on the topic. Some people, including myself, just really don't like the whole interactive stream game format and prefer to see a narrative piece of content with separate gaps that make it feel more tense as opposed to making it feel more tedious.

I don't know, something about being told that it's disappointing that a few hundred of us want to wait 4 hours to watch a bunch of people play tic-tac-toe and that we're just seeking instant gratification and how this generation has ruined content creation just kind of doesn't sit right with me. I don't think bringing in the fact that Netflix releases a bunch of stuff all-in-one as opposed to weekly or monthly and that people now are a little more impatient, which kind of ruins content creation, is a good idea to compare to waiting for hours to watch a bunch of people play hangman twice when you have shit to do and you dropped a bunch of work to watch this stream. I don't think that's something you can say about your audience without sounding patronising and it kinda left a bad taste in my mouth, like im being told off for not wanting to wait when waiting is all we've done for years???

This disliking of the iris game isnt anything about teens nowadays and attention span ruining narrative content creation, it isnt that deep like jesus christ, not even close. Its just about the fact that some people arent a fan of the interractive game format, not to mention it was barely working in the first place. Idk, am i the only one that feels like this? I feel patronised or like i should feel guilty for tuning in and out throughout the stream because i didnt even know how to participate in the game

#sorry for the long post #i didnt wanna put this in the discord server because i dont wanna get hounded and offend people #on there that worked on this project but i tune into the twitch stream to basically be told im ruining creative content for everyone #by not playing these stupid games i didnt sign up for like thats actually pissed me off a lot #you cant treat everyone like spoilt brats because that stream came of when people have SHIT TO DO SOME PEOPLE WORK YOU KNOW??#SOME PEOPLE HAVE WORK?? AND FRIENDS?? THEY CANT SIT THERE ALL DAY AND WATCH SOMEONE PLAY HANGMAN???#ugghhhhhh

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quotablefanfiction · 18 days

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Nearby, Steve hoisted himself out of the pool and headed, dripping and clad only in a speedo, towards the showers. They held a respectful moment of silence as a triumph of bioengineering passed by. “I will never get tired of looking at that,” Clint said. “What’s to get tired of? I want to play tic-tac-toe on his abs,” Natasha replied. “He’d probably let you. Boy doesn’t get out enough.”

Clint and Natasha at Avenger’s Tower (chp. 1)

Hawkeye And Anklebiter by copperbadge (AO3) Avengers (Marvel Comics) – Teen – Clint Barton/Phil Coulson #Alternate Universe #Parenthood #Single Parents #Flashbacks

Clint wants to give his kid the world. Isobel’s not complicated; she’ll settle for a couple of superheroes and a train set.

#fanfiction #quote #Avengers #Clint Barton #Natasha Romanov #Hawkeye And Anklebiter #copperbadge

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bracketsoffear · 1 year

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And now, for my other submission that didn’t make it:

WOPR (WarGames)

I mean, it’s a military supercomputer programmed to constantly run war simulations over and over again and predict outcomes of atomic war because it was believed that actual people would hesitate too much from pressing the button that launches the bombs. And then a teen hacker who finds it and assumes it’s just, you know, a military simulation game, literally almost causes a nuclear World War III due to its inability to tell the difference from simulation and reality, as, at the end of the day, it is only a machine. The only way this massive catastrophe is averted is when, after being directed to play tic-tac-toe against itself and constantly ending it in a draw, WOPR realizes the concept of mutually assured destruction, leading to its iconic quote about nuclear war: “A strange game. The only winning move is not to play.”

#asks #not!character propaganda #extinction poll

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mychemicalimagines · 2 years

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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 4

Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!

Words: 3,972

Tag List: Reblogged

A/N: Thanks for reading this chapter!! We’ve been focusing on a new series that we aren’t ready to post yet!

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Third Person POV

Early the next morning, the family plus one were on the road in the Hoover’s VW bus, all tired from the premature wake-up. Richard’s driving with his wife in the passenger seat. Frank and Olive are in the second row, with the younger one listening to her over-the-ear headphones, music blasting. Grandpa is sitting behind her, in the last row with Tyler and Dwayne next to him, in that order.

Her head is tilted back, staring at the front of the bus while her best friend reads next to her. Sheryl came in around five a.m., waking them up from their peaceful sleep. They had an hour to get ready with both of them taking separate showers before they were on the road. It’s only been a few hours and they’re all bored while their stomachs rumble.

Dwayne puts his book down as Tyler reaches over and takes his notepad off his leg. He raises an eyebrow as she scribbles on a new page, showing it to him. He closes his book and places it under his left leg, taking his pen from her hand. He places an X in the middle square, starting the game of tic-tac-toe she drew up.

Grandpa dozes off before shaking his head to try and stay awake.

“Jesus, I’m tired. I’m so fucking tired. You know how tired I am?” He mumbles before turning to the teens beside him, causing them to look up at him. “If some girl came up to me…begged me to fuck her…I couldn’t do it.”

“Dad!” Richard glances back.

“That’s how tired I am.” He continues, ignoring his son.

Tyler glances at her best friend who shakes his head slightly at her. She looks back down at the notepad as his step-father carries on.

“Watch the language, huh?”

“She’s listening to music!” He looks at his granddaughter and speaks loudly. “Hey Olive, I’ll give you a million dollars if you turn around!”

Olive bobs her head to the beat of the music, oblivious to the world around her. Sheryl and Richard turn around to look at the young girl.

“Okay, still, the rest of us.” His son says, glancing back at him.

“But the rest of you…” He starts off before looking at the teens beside him.

He watches as Dwayne hands her the pen and she scribbles on the notepad, winning the third game. Tyler smirks to herself as her best friend grabs the pad and closes it, putting it on his lap. He crosses his arms and pouts slightly, losing two out of the three games. Before she can say anything to him, Grandpa gently taps her arm with the back of his hand.

She looks up first, causing Dwayne to turn in his head toward his step-grandfather.

“Can I give you two some advice?” He asks, causing Dwayne to shake his head no. “Well, I’m gonna give it to you anyway. I don’t want you guys to make the same mistakes I made when I was young.”

“Can’t wait to hear this.” Richard mumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Dwayne - that’s your name, right? Dwayne?” He asks, looking at the boy.

Sheryl raises an eyebrow and glances at her husband. He doesn’t know her son’s name and he’s been around him for eleven years? Grandpa continues, not allowing him to answer.

“And you’re Tyler? This is the voice of experience talking. Are you two listening?” Both of them nod their head slightly, wondering where he’s going with this speech, but they soon regret it. “Fuck a lot of women, Dwayne. Tyler, fuck as many guys as you can. Not just one. A lot of them.”

“Dad! Hey, Dad!” Richard speaks up, wanting the conversation to end quickly.

Both teens look away, blushing as he tries to give his wisdom. Mortified, Dwayne scoots in his seat toward the window, trying to get away from the older man. Embarrassed, Tyler sinks down in her seat slightly and digs her face into Dwayne’s shoulder, scooting with him. He uncrosses one of his arms to take her hand, trying to comfort her even though he’s in the same boat.

She squeezes his hand, wanting to go back home but they’re already too far away. Frank, amused, can’t help but glance back every so often. Richard proceeds to try to talk over his father.

“You guys are fuckin’, right?” He continues his investigation. “You can tell me. Are you guys fuckin’?”

“Dad! That’s enough!” Richard calls out, not wanting to know.

They quickly shake their heads no, not looking at him.

“Jesus! You guys are what? Fifteen?” He asks, slightly shocked.

“Uh, Seventeen, sir…” Tyler answers, glancing at him, but puts her eyes back on her and Dwayne’s linked hands.

“Seventeen?! And you guys aren’t fuckin’? What the hell do you guys do in that room alone?!” He asks, rhetorically. “You gettin’ any? From anyone?”

They shake their heads no again, wanting to crawl in a hole and hide.

“My God! You guys should be gettin’ that young stuff! That young stuff is the best in the world!”

“Dad!” Richard snaps. “Stop it!”

“Would you kindly not interrupt me, Richard?” Grandpa calls up to him before looking back at the teens. “Look, right now you two are jailbait, they’re jailbait. Next year, the minute you turn eighteen, BAM! You’re looking at three to five.”

He chuckles softly as his son yells again.

“Dad, I will pull this truck over right now!”

“So pull the truck over! You’re not gonna shut me up! Fuck you! I can say what I want!” Grandpa yells back. “I still got Nazi bullets in my ass!”

“Ah, the Nazi bullets!” Richard throws his hand up, tired of hearing about the bullets.

“You’re as bad as those fuckers at Sunset Manor!” His dad yells out to his son which causes him to smack the horn.

Tyler looks up at Dwayne as he squeezes her hand again. He blinks a few times, hoping she gets his silent message. She nods softly, knowing he’s asking if she’s okay. He pulls their conjoined hands so it’s resting on his knee. Leaning toward him again, she puts her head on his shoulder, hoping the conversation is over with.

Still embarrassed, Dwayne lays his own head on top of hers, and closes his eyes. Ty, still holding his hand, rubs her thumb over his knuckles and stares at their hands. She’s got this feeling that if she looks up Dwayne’s step-granddad will try to continue the conversation. Frank, remembering Sunset Manor from yesterday’s dinner, smirks to himself.

“What happened at Sunset Manor?”

“Frank, don’t encourage him.” Sheryl says, glancing back at her brother.

“What happened? I’ll tell you what happened. I paid my money. They took my money. I should be able to do what the fuck I want!”

Sheryl turns around and whispers, pointing to her nose, making sure Olive isn’t paying attention.

“He started snorting heroin.”

“You started snorting heroin?!” Frank asks in a normal voice, turning back to look at the older man.

“I’m old!” Grandpa says, his voice still loud.

“You know, that stuff’ll kill you.” He says, turning back toward the front.

“What am I, an idiot?” He says before looking back at Tyler and Dwayne, lowering his tone as he sees their position. “And don’t you guys start taking that shit. When you’re young, you’re crazy to do that stuff.”

Both reluctantly sit straight, removing their heads from each other before nodding softly, telling him they weren’t gonna start using drugs.

“What about you?” Frank tilts his head toward the back.

“What about me? I’m old. When you’re old, you’re crazy not to do it.”

“We tried! Believe me.” Sheryl says, glancing back at her brother again. “The intervention was a fiasco. He’s worse than a two-year-old.”

Dwayne lets out a soft snicker, slouches down a little in his seat, and tucks his face against Tyler’s neck to keep from letting out a louder chuckle. Tyler bites her lips to keep from giggling, both from Sheryl’s comment, but also from the feeling of her best friend’s breath against the side of her neck.

She plays with his fingers, focusing on just the two of them rather than everyone else in the van.

“Can we please talk about something else now?” Richard asks, glancing at the rearview mirror.

Frank had other ideas. He speaks up almost immediately after his brother-in-law.

“I take it you didn’t like it at Sunset Manor?”

“Frank.” Sheryl glances back at him.

“Are you kidding? It was a fuckin’ paradise! They got a pool. They got golf. Now, I’m stuck with Mr. Happy here, sleeping on a fuckin’ sofa.” Grandpa says, throwing a hand out toward his son.

He then scoots forward in his seat to talk to Frank, his elbows propped up on the back of the bench seat in front of him. Tyler leans toward Dwayne more, not wanting to get in Grandpa’s way. He removes his face from her neck and allows her to get comfortable. He watches her for a moment, relaxes in his own seat, listening to his step-grandfather.

Frank, noticing Grandpa’s movement, turns in his seat more to look at him.

“Look, I know you’re a homo and all, but maybe you can appreciate this. You go to one of those places, there’s four women for every guy.” He continues with his description. “Can you imagine what that’s like?”

“You must’ve been very busy.” Frank grins slightly.

“Woah! I had second-degree burns on my johnson. I kid you not.”

“Really?”

“Forget about it.” He says with a chuckle before sitting back in his seat.

Noticing her Uncle Frank was turned around, Olive takes off her headphones and turns around to look at her Grandpa.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Grandpa glances at Frank and the teens before looking at her.

“Politics.”

“Oh.” She says before turning around, putting her headphones on again, clearly not interested in the topic of conversation going on around her.

He waits till knows she’s listening to her music before tapping Tyler again. She looks up at him again, slightly nervous. Feeling her move, Dwayne looks away from their conjoined hands, looking up.

“Fuck a lot of people, guys. I got no reason to lie to you. Not just one person. Not just each other. A lot of them.” Dwayne nods softly, before turning his head to look out the window. “You heard what I said? Did it go in anywhere?”

“Yeah, I think we get the point, Dad.” Richard says, glancing back in the mirror again.

The teenage boy ignores him and lets go of Tyler’s hand. He picks up his notepad from his lap before clicking the pen. He begins writing, causing her to lean forward to catch what he’s scribbling.

“Don’t show me the pad. I don’t want to see the fuckin’ pad.” Grandpa says, looking away from them.

Tyler rolls her eyes and looks back down when he tilts it toward her slightly.

‘Can you take his voice box out?’

Tyler giggles and shakes her head. Dwayne gives her playful pout and scribbles on the pad again.

‘Please?’

She leans in close to his ear so no one else could hear.

“I forgot my fork.”

He bites his lip, stopping the laugh from escaping as he closes his notepad. Putting it under his leg with his book, he holds his hand open on his leg, glancing at her. She smiles softly and loops her arm around his before taking his hand again. She never notices the blush on his cheeks as he laces their fingers.

He also never notices the blush on her own cheeks as he looks out the window.

It’s been about two hours since the very awkward conversations between Grandpa and the two older teens that sat next to him. Since they skipped breakfast to get the early start, Richard decided to park at a diner that was located not far off the highway. Now, they’re all packed in a large booth, Tyler sitting between Dwayne and Olive.

They’re all looking at their menus, reading through everything. At this point, everything looks so good, but not even their family can eat everything on the menu. Olive looks up at her mother, adjusting her glasses.

“Mom, how much can we spend?”

“Um, I’d say four dollars?” Sheryl says, glancing down at her with a smile. “Anything under four.”

Olive nods as the waitress approaches with a small grin.

“Hi! You ready?” She asks, holding up her order pad.

“Yeah. I’m gonna have the uh, number five.” Richard says, closing his menu to rub his eyes. “And coffee, please.”

Sheryl waits for her to finish writing her husband's order before she places her own.

“A number seven, over easy. And grapefruit juice.”

“Grapefruit.” The waitress copies, letting the woman know she heard her as she writes.

“Fruit plate.” Frank says when she looks at him. “And do you have Chamomile?”

“Yes.” She smiles.

“With honey, thanks.” He says, closing his menu.

Dwayne pulls out his notepad and begins to write what he wanted. Tyler glances down, ready to order for him as she already has chosen what she wanted.

“The Lumberjack with coffee.” Grandpa says, staring at his menu. “Extra bacon.”

“Dad, you should probably…” Richard starts but his wife cuts him off.

“Richard, don’t start.” She looks down at Olive’s menu, helping her pick.

“He’s gonna kill himself.” He gestures.

“It’s his life.” She shrugs.

“Thank you, Sheryl.” Grandpa says, closing his menu.

The waitress looks toward Tyler, seeing she is ready next.

“Can I please get pancakes with bacon, please? With apple juice?” She smiles.

“You got it.” The waitress smiles as she writes it down.

“And he’ll have the garden salad, with apple juice as well.” Ty continues for her best friend.

“Garden salad?” The waitress asks, checking with Dwayne.

He nods, with her a small, strained smile. As the woman writes it down, he looks at Tyler with a grateful smile, who just grins at him.

“And, you?” The Waitress looks at Olive, her being the last one.

“Umm…I-I…Sorry.” She says, still looking at her menu. “I’m sorry.”

“Take your time.” She smiles, watching her.

“Don’t apologize, Olive.” Richard speaks up. “It’s a sign of weakness.”

Frank and Tyler look toward the man, glaring at him slightly as Dwayne drops his head in annoyance.

“Umm, well, I want…Okay! Okay! I know what I want. Okay, can I get the waffles and, uh, what does ‘A la mod-ee’ mean?” She asks, looking up at the waitress.

“Oh! It means it comes with ice cream!” She grins.

“Okay! A la mod-ee then!” She smiles widely.

“Olive, for breakfast?” Sheryl looks down at her.

“You said four dollars.” She answers, closing her menu.

“Okay. You’re right.” She smiles while handing the menu to the waitress. “Thank you.”

“Be right back.” She says, taking the menus before walking away from the table.

“Actually, Olive…” Frank starts, revealing some educational facts. “A la mode in French translates literally as ‘in the fashion’. A…la…mode…”

Tyler, Olive and Sheryl smile and listen, actually thinking it’s interesting while Dwayne stares at him, emotionless, not really caring, but he’s listening. Grandpa glances at Olive with a small smile on his lips, noticing she’s very entertained by the small lesson.

“Mode is derived from the Latin ‘modus’, meaning due or proper measure…”

“Frank, shut up.” Richard says, closing his cell phone.

“Richard!” Sheryl says, shock in her voice.

Frank shakes his head slightly, knowing this would have happened eventually. Tyler blows air out of her nose and bites her lip, keeping her mouth shut.

“Olive, can I tell you something about ice cream?” Richard asks, looking at his daughter who nods at his question. “Ice cream is made from cream, which comes from cow’s milk. And cream has a lot of fat in it…”

“Richard…” Sheryl says, lowering her voice slightly.

“What? ‘She’s gonna find out anyway.’ Right?” He raises an eyebrow, quoting her from the day before.

“What?” Olive asks, glancing at her mother. “Find out what?”

“Well, when you eat ice-cream, the fat in the ice cream becomes fat on your body.” He continues, causing tension around the table.

Grandpa looks at him with a hardened expression. Frank rolls his eyes. Dwayne stares at him with anger in his eyes. Tyler shoots Richard a death glare, despite him not paying her any attention. She shakes her head slightly, annoyed at the so-called ‘father figure’ at the table. Feeling a gentle touch against her thigh, she looks down to see Dwayne holding his hand out to her, discreetly and under the table.

Letting out a soft, quiet sigh, she places her palm against his, and laces their fingers together. With her free hand, she reaches over and plays with the hair ties he keeps on his wrist for her. The motions of her fingertips playing with the two bands on his wrist help to calm her down before she can say what she wants to Richard.

Dwayne gently squeezes her hand and a soft smile tugs on his lips as he looks down at the table in front of him, studying the worn out grain of the wooden table. Frank sneaks a glance at teen duo, and smiles to himself when he sees how close they are and how they are with each other. Olive looks around the table, confused.

“What? What’s wrong?” Her voice soft and full of innocence and confusion.

“Nothing, honey.” Sheryl shakes her head. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“So if you eat lots of ice cream…” Richard speaks up again, ignoring his wife, and continuing on his rant about why not to eat ice cream. “You might become fat. If you don’t, you’ll stay nice and skinny, sweetie.”

He gently pats her hands that are resting on the table.

Sheryl holds the bridge of her nose, shaking her head in irritation. Who the hell says this to a seven year old? Especially their own daughter. Geez. Dwayne squeezes Ty’s hand, stopping her from doing anything as he feels her shaking slightly in anger.

“Mom…?” Olive lowers her voice, confused at the conversation at hand.

“Olive, Richard is an idiot.” Grandpa speaks up, hoping to make his granddaughter feel better. “I like a woman with meat on her bones.”

He looks toward Frank and Dwayne who are both nodding at his words, agreeing with both aspects of his statements.

“I don’t…Why is everyone so upset?” Olive asks, glancing around at everyone before her eyes land on her mom.

“No, no one’s upset, honey.” She says, glaring at her husband for a second before taking her daughter’s hand. “I just want you to understand, it’s okay to be skinny and it’s okay to be fat, if that’s how you want to be. Whatever you want, it’s okay.”

Richard rolls his eyes before speaking again.

“Okay, but Olive let me ask you this. The women in Miss America…? Are they skinny or are they fat?”

“Well, they’re skinny, I guess.” She looks up at him.

“Okay, so they probably don’t eat a lot of ice cream.”

Sheryl glares at her husband, who just shrugs with a small smirk, hinting ‘she’s gonna find out anyway’. Before anyone can open their mouth to retort, the waitress arrives with a tray.

“Okay! Coffee. Coffee. Grapefruit. Chamomile. Apple Juice. Apple Juice.” She says, putting the drinks down in front of everyone. “And here’s your ice cream. A la mod-ee right? I’ll be back with your waffles in a second.”

Olive just stares at the bowl of ice cream as soon as the waitress sets it down in front of her, and doesn’t even pay attention to her walking away. While she’s excited to be able to have ice cream with her meal, her father’s words echo in her mind. Taking in a deep breath and letting out a big sigh for such a little girl, she speaks up in a defeated tone.

“Does anyone want my ice cream?”

Sheryl closes her eyes, silently seething at what her husband’s now done to their daughter. Grandpa jerks his head up and looks at Olive, and tries to lighten the mood a little in an attempt to cheer her up.

“Yeah, I’d like a little.” He looks at her before grinning at the folks between him and Olive. “Dwayne? Frank? Tyler? Olive’s not gonna have her ice cream.”

The three of them all quickly look up, glancing between the youngest and oldest people sitting at the table. Frank gets a spoon, and looks at Olive.

“You mind if I have a little?” He asks.

Dwayne nods slightly, letting go of his best friend's hand to grab his own spoon. Using his napkin, he wipes the top of his utensil before digging in.

Tyler gives Olive a goofy grin as she grabs her own spoon. She scoops up a little of the ice cream, moaning at the taste once it touches her tongue. Olive cracks a small smile at the teen’s gentle, playful teasing. At her insistence, everyone at the table, with the exception of Richard and Olive, digs in, taking bites of the ice cream.

Dwayne gets some of the dairy and pretends it’s an airplane, maneuvering the spoon in the air in front of his sister and best friend before putting it into his mouth.

“Boy, this is good ice cream!” Grandpa says, loudly, grinning. “I feel sorry for anyone who doesn’t want to enjoy their ice cream so early in the morning.” He sneaks a glance at his granddaughter.

“Mmm!” Sheryl says, tasting the ice cream.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have some, Olive? Those waffles are gonna be so lonely in there!”

Tyler lets out a soft giggle as she takes a small bite of the dessert. “He’s right, you know?”

She gets another spoonful of it and holds it in front of Olive, doing her best to cheer up the young girl, who’s practically become like a little sister to her over the years. She sighs as she notices the young girl covering her face. They need another tactic, but it seems like Grandpa’s is starting to work.

“Hey, Olive.” She whispers, leaning close as she eats the ice cream off her spoon

She moves her hand, looking up at her unofficially adopted sister.

“How many times have we eaten ice cream together in the living room?” She raises an eyebrow, her voice is quiet.

“A lot…” She answers, slightly confused.

“Am I fat?” She grins softly.

“Wait.” Olive speaks up after thinking over her question.

Everyone around the table pauses with their spoons in the air and looks at her, waiting to see what she’s going to do.

“Stop! Don’t eat it all!” She exclaims.

Dwayne gives her, and only her, a gentle smile as he watches her pick up her spoon, fighting them off, and reaching for her bowl. Tyler grins and pats her shoulder.

“There we go!”

Olive has a big grin on her face as she takes a bite of her ice cream.

“Alright, Olive…” Richard sighs, shaking his head.

“Richard!” Sheryl glares at him, her tone one of warning and anger.

The tone of her voice alone is enough to get him to shut his mouth. Dwayne picks up his straw and tears a piece of paper off the end. Pulling out the plastic slightly, he puts the straw up to his mouth and blows, shooting the paper directly into his step-father’s face.

His best friend bites her lip, hiding the smile on her face. Dwayne smirks and puts his straw into his drink before once again discreetly putting his hand under the table. Tyler, feeling his movement, puts her own under the table, lacing her fingers with his.

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Conservative Christian and Evangelical Small Town and Main Street USA Concerns: Male Forced and Unforced Sexual Offences Against Girls and Women Increased Year after Year During Donald John Trump's Male Chauvinist Presidential Campaign and Presidency. The Highest Rape Ratios Per 10,000 People in the United States are in Trump Supporting Cities. See: Donald John Trump's Access Hollywood Boasting and Anti-American, Anti-Feminist Track Record for Clarification...

Try That In A Small Town - Jason Aldean "Sucker punch somebody on a sidewalk Carjack an old lady at a red light Pull a gun on the owner of a liquor store Ya think it's cool, well, act a fool if ya like Cuss out a cop, spit in his face Stomp on the flag and light it up Yeah, ya think you're tough Well, try that in a small town See how far ya make it down the road Around here, we take care of our own You cross that line, it won't take long For you to find out, I recommend you don't Try that in a small town Got a gun that my granddad gave me They say one day they're gonna round up Well, that shit might fly in the city, good luck"

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1200: Ezekiel 22:11 They have comitted abhorrent acts with other men's wives; in their depravity they have defiled their own daughters-in-law; in you they have ravished their own sisters, daughters of their fathers. Ezekiel 22:12 They have taken bribes within you to shed blood. You have taken advance and accrued interest; you have defrauded your countrymen for profit. You have forgotten Me--declares the Lord God.

In a 1998 interview with Chris Matthews, two years before his 2000 presidential campaign, Donald John Trump said that his history with women could prove to be an issue in the event of a future presidential campaign, saying "Can you imagine how controversial I'd be?…You think about (Bill Clinton) with the women. How about me with the women? Can you imagine?" (Wikipedia)

Donald John Trump (2005) "I moved on her, and I failed. I'll admit it. I did try and fk her. She was married. And I moved on her very heavily. In fact, I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said, "I'll show you where they have some nice furniture." I took her out furniture—I moved on her like a bch. But I couldn't get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony tts and everything. She's totally changed her look. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful—I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab 'em by the pu*y. You can do anything." (Access Hollywood)

Try That In A Small Town Beauty Pageant...

Donald John Trump's Pageant dressing room visits: Donald John Trump owned the Miss Universe franchise, which includes Miss USA and Miss Teen USA, from 1996 to 2015. In a Howard Stern interview in 2005, he said he made a practice of walking into the contestants' dressing rooms unannounced while the women were undressed: "I'll go backstage before a show, and everyone's getting dressed and ready and everything else. …You know, no men are anywhere. And I'm allowed to go in because I'm the owner of the pageant. And therefore I'm inspecting it. … Is everyone OK? You know, they're standing there with no clothes. And you see these incredible-looking women. And so I sort of get away with things like that. But no, I've been very good." In that interview, Trump declined to say whether he had slept with any contestants, saying, "It could be a conflict of interest". Stern then imitated a foreign contestant ("Mr. Trump, in my country, we say hello with vagina"), and Trump jokingly responded, "Well, you could also say, as the owner of the pageant, it's your obligation to do that." (Wikipedia)

Miss Teen USA contestants (1997) Mariah Billado, Miss Vermont Teen USA, is one of five women to mention such a dressing room visit incident in 1997. Billado said of the visit: "I remember putting on my dress really quick, because I was like, 'Oh my god, there's a man in here.' Trump, she recalled, said something like, 'Don't worry, ladies, I've seen it all before.'" Billado recalled talking to Ivanka, Trump's daughter, who responded "Yeah, he does that." Victoria Hughes, Miss New Mexico Teen USA, also said Trump did conduct a dressing room visit, and that the youngest contestant there was 15. (Wikipedia)

Bridget Sullivan (2000) In 2000, Bridget Sullivan was Miss New Hampshire USA. As she prepared for a television broadcast, Trump allegedly walked into the dressing room. She told BuzzFeed he was coming to wish the contestants good luck, but they "were all naked". (Wikipedia)

Tasha Dixon (2001) Tasha Dixon, Miss Arizona USA 2001, told a CBS affiliate in Los Angeles that in 2001, "[Trump] just came strolling right in. There was no second to put a robe on or any sort of clothing or anything. Some girls were topless, other girls were naked." She said that having been walked in on when the women had little or no clothes put them in a "very physically vulnerable position, and then to have the pressure of the people that work for him telling us to go fawn all over him, go walk up to him, talk to him …" (Wikipedia)

Samantha Holvey (2006) On October 14, 2016, Samantha Carol Holvey, Miss North Carolina USA 2006, related that "Trump's conduct was 'creepy' around the women participating but he never made an advance toward her." She also said that before pageant events, Trump had "moved into areas where she and other contestants were getting ready", and that she had "never been around men that were like that". More than a year after Trump was elected president, and after many high-profile men, such as Harvey Weinstein, had lost their jobs because of sexual harassment allegations, Holvey wrote: "You can't work in Hollywood if you're a sexual predator, but you can become the commander-in-chief?" She then related how Trump made her feel very uncomfortable at the 2006 Miss USA pageant: "He eyed me like a piece of meat. I was shocked and disgusted. I have never felt so objectified. I left the meet-and-greet hoping that this would be my one and only encounter with him." She also described how he had come backstage unannounced, with Melania Trump: "I was shocked—again—by this violation of our personal space. What was he doing, coming backstage when we were still getting dressed?" (Wikipedia)

Try That In A Small Town with Small Town Daughters and Sisters...

Allegations of Donald John Trump's underage sex parties On October 25, 2016, allegations were made by two men stating that Trump had attended and partaken in sex parties filled with underage minor females as young as 15 years old who were induced with promises of career advancement. Illegal drugs were also alleged to have been provided to the minors. One man was identified as model and actor Andy Lucchesi, while the other was identified as a fashion photographer who spoke on condition of anonymity. Both men claim to have been acquaintances of Trump during that decade, which one described as his "Trump days". The anonymous witness said Trump had sex with the girls, going from room to room, saying "[Trump would] wander off with a couple girls. I saw him. He was getting laid like crazy. Trump was at the heart of it. He loved the attention and in private, he was a total f*cking beast." He claimed the parties were attended by minors as young as 15 years of age, adding "I was there [only] to party myself. It was [other] guys with younger girls, sex, a lot of sex, a lot of cocaine, top-shelf liquor." Lucchesi, for his part, claimed that he saw Trump engage in sexual activity with the girls but did not witness him taking illicit drugs. In regards to the age of the girls, Lucchesi said he himself never specifically asked about their ages, only remarking of the attendees "a lot of girls, [aged] 14, look 24." (Wikipedia)

Public response to Donald John Trump's Depravity A survey conducted by YouGov in October 2016 found that 43 percent of respondents found the allegations against Trump to be credible. Republicans were least likely to find the allegations credible, and only 19 percent of Republicans thought sexual assault would disqualify Trump from the presidency. (Wikipedia)

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Pages 1068, 1069, and 1070: Jeremiah 23:23 Am I only a God near at hand--says the Lord--And not a God far away? Jeremiah 23:24 If a man enters a hiding place, Do I not see him?--says the Lord. For I fill both heaven and earth--declares the Lord. Jeremiah 23:25 I have heard what the prophets say, who prophecy falsely in My name: "I had a dream, I had a dream." Jeremiah 23:26 How long will there be in the minds of the prophets who prophecy falsehood--the prophets of their own deceitful minds-- Jeremiah 23:27 The plan to make My people forget My name, by means of the dreams they tell each other, just as their fathers forgot My name because of Baal? Jeremiah 23:28 Let the prophet who has a dream tell the dream; and let him who has received My word report My word faithfully! How can straw be compared to grain? --says the Lord. Jeremiah 23:29 Behold, My word is like fire--declares the Lord--and like a hammer that shatters rock! Jeremiah 23:30 Assuredly, I am going to deal with the prophets--declares the Lord--who steal my words from one another. Jeremiah 23:31 I am going to deal with the prophets--declares the Lord--who wag their tongues and make oracular utterances. Jeremiah 23:32 I am going to deal with those who prophesy lying dreams--declares the Lord--who relate them to lead My people astray with their reckless lies, when I did not send them or command them. They do this people no good--declares the Lord. Jeremiah 23:33 And when this people--or a prophet or a priest--asks you, "What is the burden of the Lord?" you shall answer them, "What is the burden? I will cast you off" --declares the Lord. Jeremiah 23:34 As for the prophet or priest or layman who shall say "the burden of the Lord," I will punish that person and his house. Jeremiah 23:35 Thus you shall speak to each other, every one to his fellow, "What has the Lord answered?" or "What has the Lord spoken?" Jeremiah 23:36 But do not mention "the burden of the Lord" any more. Does a man regard his own word as a "burden," that you pervert the words of the living God, the Lord of Hosts, our God? Jeremiah 23:37 Thus you shall speak to the prophet: "What did the Lord answer you?" or "What did the Lord speak?" Jeremiah 23:38 But if you say "the burden of the Lord"--assuredly, thus said the Lord: Because you said this thing, "the burden of the Lord," whereas I sent word to you not to say "the burden of the Lord," Jeremiah 23:39 I will utterly forget you and I will cast you far away from My presence, together with the city that I gave to you and your fathers. Jeremiah 23:40 And I will lay upon you a disgrace for all time, shame for all time, which shall never be forgotten.

Earth's Sun: 9/18/2013: 23:31:54 UTC: "I C" I see…

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Jeremiah 23:31 I am going to deal with the prophets--declares the Lord--who wag their tongues and make oracular utterances.

Strong's Concordance #54 Ebyathar: "The Great One is Father," Contracted from 'ab and yathar; Father of abundance (i.e. Liberal); an Israelite priest Original Word: אֶבְיָתָר

Earthquakes in Various Places...

9/18/2013 23:23… Earthquake: M 1.1 - 27.1 km (16.8 mi) WNW of Lake Minchumina, Alaska

2013-09-18 23:23:58 (UTC) 64.006°N 152.791°W 12.2 km depth

By the base of Sischu Mountains near the source of Lynx Creek.

Lake Minchumina is located at 63°53′38″N 152°18′7″W (63.893902, -152.302012). "If we were to cut out a map of Alaska from a piece of paper and balance the map on the point of a pencil, we would have found the center point of the physical structure of the state. That point is at 63°50’ N, 152° W. or near Lake Minchumina." "General Mitchell looked at Alaska on a globe. He saw that Alaska was approximately equal distance from all of the major urban-industrial centers of the world. Consider a map of Alaska as seen from space. It is centered on Lake Minchumina in Interior Alaska. Note that we can see the major centers of Asia (Tokyo and Beijing are shown), Europe (Moscow, Berlin, Paris, and London are shown), and North America (New York, Toronto, and Los Angeles are shown). General Billy Mitchell viewed Alaska's relative location and found that it was, indeed, central to the urban-industrial world." (Wikipedia)

Lynx's Cheryl Reeve: Trump Didn't Invite Us To White House Minnesota March 5, 2019 / 3:58 PM / CBS Minnesota (CNN) -- In the more than two years since President Donald Trump took office, he has not hosted a women's championship sports team for a solo event at the White House. A report in The Washington Post examined the lack of women teams' representation at White House events honoring athletes. As the Post points out, there has yet to be an event during the Trump administration honoring a women's team on its own. WNBA teams were frequently invited to the White House during the Obama, Bush, and Clinton administrations. NCAA women's basketball champion teams have visited the White House for the previous five administrations. But the Trump administration has yet to host a women's championship team at the White House, with the exception of a November 2017 event honoring multiple NCAA championship teams. Female athletes were represented at the White House at that event, including the University of Maryland's women's lacrosse team, the University of Utah's co-ed ski team, West Virginia University's co-ed rifle team, the McKendree University women's bowling team, the University of Washington women's rowing team, University of Oklahoma softball team and the Penn State women's rugby team. But, according to The Washington Post's reporting, the past two WNBA champions -- the Minnesota Lynx in 2017 and the Seattle Storm in 2018 --were not invited to the White House, nor was the Notre Dame 2018 championship women's basketball team. "Since the inception of our league in 1997, each WNBA champion has gotten an invite to visit the White House, and it just didn't happen for us or for the Seattle Storm," said Cheryl Reeve, general manager and head coach of the Minnesota Lynx. The White House did not respond to CNN's request for comment on The Washington Post report nor did they respond to inquiries on whether invitations to solo events have been extended to any women's championship team at the college or professional level. https://www.cbsnews.com/minnesota/news/cheryl-reeve-lynx-invite-white-house/

The only state in the nation where rapists retain parental rights is Minnesota. While efforts have been made to change the law, as of December 2019, it remains the sole state without any ability to cut ties off altogether. https://www.mylifetime.com/movies/you-cant-take-my-daughter/articles/how-parental-rights-for-rapists-vary-by-state

Jeremiah 23:23 Am I only a God near at hand--says the Lord--And not a God far away?

Earthquakes in Various Places...

9/18/2013: 23:29 Earthquake: M 1.0 - 9.2 km (5.7 mi) E of Cloverdale, CA

2013-09-18 23:29:14 (UTC) 38.821°N 122.912°W 1.3 km depth

Overlooking Big Sulphur creek and Geysers Road.

Historically and in literature sulfur is also called brimstone, which means "burning stone".

Jeremiah 23:29 Behold, My word is like fire--declares the Lord--and like a hammer that shatters rock!

Joseph Robinette Biden Jr. was born on November 20, 1942, at St. Mary's Hospital in Scranton, Pennsylvania, to Catherine Eugenia "Jean" Biden (née Finnegan) and Joseph Robinette Biden Sr. The oldest child in a Catholic family of largely Irish descent, he has a sister, Valerie, and two brothers, Francis and James.

Saint Patrick was a fifth-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland. Known as the "Apostle of Ireland", he is the primary patron saint of Ireland.

"I know many Irish people and they are inspiring. They're sharp, they're smart, they're great. And they are brutal enemies right? So you have to keep 'em as your friend - always keep 'em as your friend. You don't want to fight with the Irish. It's too tough. It's too bloody." - Donald John Trump (2019 White House Shamrock Bowl event to celebrate St. Patrick's Day)

Shamrock, the traditional Irish symbol, which according to legend was coined by Saint Patrick for the Holy Trinity, is commonly associated with clover, although alternatively sometimes with the various species within the genus Oxalis, which are also trifoliate. Clovers occasionally have four leaflets, instead of the usual three. These four-leaf clovers, like other rarities, are considered lucky. Clovers can also have five, six, or more leaflets, but these are rarer still. The clovers outer leaf structure varies in physical orientation. The record for most leaflets is 56, set on 10 May 2009. This beat the "21-leaf clover", a record set in June 2008 by the same discoverer, who had also held the prior Guinness World Record of 18.

A common idiom is "to be (or to live) in clover", meaning to live a carefree life of ease, comfort, or prosperity. (Wikipedia)

In 2013, 456,000 women younger than 20 became pregnant. Some 448,000 of those pregnancies were among 15–19-year-olds, and 7,400 were among those aged 14 and younger. https://www.guttmacher.org/report/us-adolescent-pregnancy-trends-2013.

An important question for the 2024 U.S. Presidential Election is: "Did those age 10 to 14 pregnancy numbers increase, or decrease, during Donald John Trump's presidency?"

Here's the answer:

Barack Obama & Joseph Biden/Presidential & Vice Presidential term: January 20, 2009 – January 20, 2017 Sex offense offenders and victims statistics (Data: FBI) 2012: Male: 65,071 Forcible Sex Offenders with 61,486 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2012: Male: 5,859 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 5,859 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2012: Male: 70,930 Total Sex Offenders with 67,345 Total Female Sex Victims

2013: Male: 62,280 Forcible Sex Offenders with 58,981 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2013: Male: 5,396 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 5,511 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2013: Male: 67,676 Total Sex Offenders with 64,492 Total Female Sex Victims

2014: Male: 62,393 Forcible Sex Offenders with 59,875 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2014: Male: 4,804 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 4,888 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2014: Male: 67,197 Total Sex Offenders with 64,763 Total Female Sex Victims

2015: Male: 66,545 Forcible Sex Offenders with 64,202 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2015: Male: 4,712 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 4,836 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2015: Male: 71,257 Total Sex Offenders with 69,038 Total Female Sex Victims

Donald Trump vs. Hillary Clinton (Male Chauvinist vs. Feminist) Presidential Campaigns Effect: 2016: Male: 73,249 Forcible Sex Offenders with 71,180 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2016: Male: 4,588 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 4,723 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2016: Male: 77,837 Total Sex Offenders with 75,903 Total Female Sex Victims

Donald Trump/Presidential term (Male Chauvinist Dominates and Defeats Feminist by Cheating After He Lost the Popular Vote Effect): January 20, 2017 - January 20, 2021 Sex offense offenders and victims statistics (Data: FBI)

2017: Male: 79,635 Forcible Sex Offenders with 78,308 Female Forcible Sex Victims 2017: Male: 4,859 Nonforcible Sex Offenders with 4,922 Female Nonforcible Sex Victims 2017: Male: 84,494 Total Sex Offenders with 83,230 Total Female Sex Victims

2018: Male: 91,838 Total Sex Offenders with 91,219 Total Female Sex Victims

2019: Male: 105,030 Total Sex Offenders with 104,720 Total Female Sex Victims

2020: Unknown, but it's known that COVID-19 pandemic domestic violence, abuse, and sex offences were greatly increased during the pandemic when society at-large was severely distressed.

The numbers are clear: If Americans want to make America great again, where women and girls are safer, the person to vote for in 2024 is President Joseph Biden with a proven track record of a considerably greater and safer countryduring his entire Vice Presidency and Presidency than Donald John Trump.

United States cities with the highest rates of reported rapes (FBI 2021: accounting for 30,200 rapes in majority white Trump areas) Per 10,000 residents, among cities with populations of 10,000 or more:

Ypsilanti, Michigan 27.5% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (2,750/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 61.9% Michigan's 6th congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 51% - Hillary Clinton 43% 2020: President: Donald Trump 51% - Joe Biden 47%

The Colony, Texas 23.9% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (2,390/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 67.8% Texas's 26th congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 60% – Hillary Clinton 34% 2020: President: Donald Trump 56% – Joe Biden 42%

Claremore, Oklahoma 23.2% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (2,320/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 67.1% Oklahoma's 2nd congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 73% – Hillary Clinton 23% 2020: President: Donald Trump 76% – Joe Biden 22%

Evanston, Wyoming 22.6% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (2,260/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 89.7% Wyoming's at-large congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 67% - Hillary Clinton 22% 2020: President: Donald Trump 70% - Joe Biden 27%

Humble, Texas 22.5% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (2,250/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 51.3% Texas's 2nd congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 52% – Hillary Clinton 43% 2020: President: Donald Trump 50% – Joe Biden 49%

Mobile, Alabama 20.0% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (2,000/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 58.3% Alabama's 1st congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 64% - Hillary Clinton 34% 2020: President: Donald Trump 64% - Joe Biden 35%

Glenwood Springs, Colorado 19.4% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,940/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 72.7% Colorado's 3rd congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 52% – Hillary Clinton 40% 2020: President: Donald Trump 52% – Joe Biden 46%

Ottumwa, Iowa 19.3% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,930/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 82.1% Iowa's 2nd congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 49% – Hillary Clinton 44% 2020: President: Donald Trump 51% – Joe Biden 47%

St. Joseph, Missouri 19.1% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,910/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 83.1% Missouri's 6th congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 63% – Hillary Clinton 32% 2020: President: Donald Trump 63% – Joe Biden 35%

Galveston, Texas 18.3% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,830/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 68.6% Texas's 14th congressional district 2016 President Donald Trump 58% – Hillary Clinton 38% 2020 President Donald Trump 59% – Joe Biden 40%

Mitchell, South Dakota 17.8% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,780/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 91.3% South Dakota's at-large congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 62% - Hillary Clinton 32% 2020: President: Donald Trump 62% - Joe Biden 36%

South Salt Lake, Utah 17.3% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,730/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 59.3% Utah's 2nd congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 46.8% - Hillary Clinton 30.7% 2020: President: Donald Trump 56.0% - Joe Biden 39.1%

Myrtle Beach, South Carolina 17.2% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,720/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 72.2% South Carolina's 7th congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 58% - Hillary Clinton 39.1% 2020: President: Donald Trump 58% - Joe Biden 40.2%

Pueblo, Colorado 17.0% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,700/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 74.1% Colorado's 3rd congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 52% – Hillary Clinton 40% 2020: President: Donald Trump 52% – Joe Biden 46%

Paris, Texas 16.9% Rate of Rapes Per 10K residents (1,690/10,000) Demographics: White alone: 67.6% Texas's 4th congressional district 2016: President: Donald Trump 75 - Hillary Clinton 22% 2020: President: Donald Trump 74 - Joe Biden 24%

Rape and Rape-Related Pregnancy: By the Numbers

Almost 3 million women in the U.S. experienced RRP during their lifetime. The prevalence of RRP was similar across racial and ethnic groups (i.e., Hispanic, White non-Hispanic, Black non-Hispanic, and other non-Hispanic). About 18 million women have experienced vaginal rape in their lifetime. Women who were raped by a current or former intimate partner were more likely to report RRP (26%) compared to those raped by an acquaintance (5.2%) or a stranger (6.9%). Of women who were raped by an intimate partner, 30% experienced a form of reproductive coercion by the same partner. Specifically, about 20% reported that their partner had tried to get them pregnant when they did not want to or tried to stop them from using birth control. About 23% reported their partner refused to use a condom. Women raped by an intimate partner who reported RRP were significantly more likely to have experienced reproductive coercion compared to women who were raped by an intimate partner but did not become pregnant. Rape-related pregnancy (RRP) is a sexual violence public health problem. Definitions Rape is a type of sexual violence (SV) and is defined as forced or alcohol/drug-facilitated anal, oral, or vaginal penetration. Rape-related pregnancy (RRP) includes pregnancy that a rape victim attributed to rape. Reproductive coercion is a form of intimate partner violence (IPV) that involves exerting power and control over reproduction through interference with contraception use and pregnancy pressure. These data come from the first study in over 20 years to offer a nationally representative prevalence estimate of RRP of U.S. women by any perpetrator and the first ever to provide these estimates by race and ethnicity. The findings add to the understanding of the relationship between SV and intimate partner violence (IPV) and reproductive health among U.S. women. https://www.cdc.gov/violenceprevention/sexualviolence/understanding-RRP-inUS.html

How Parental Rights for Rapists Vary By State According to the National Conference of State Legislatures, estimates show there are between 17,000 and 32,000 rape-related pregnancies in the country every year. Currently in the United States, there is no overarching law that dictates what rights rapists have over children conceived from their attacks. The laws differ by states, falling into four general categories, according to the country’s largest anti-sexual violence organization, RAINN. Exactly half of the states in the country require a criminal conviction for the rapist’s parental rights to be severed. Many of these 25 states require the conviction be made specifically for a certain sexual offense or degree of assault that led to the conception of the particular child. Exceptions do occur in several states. Alabama, which previously protected rapists’ rights like Minnesota, just revised their laws with a new statute called Jessi’s Law, which went into effect in September 2019 and applies to cases of conviction of first-degree rape, first-degree sodomy and incest. In Arkansas, rights are severed immediately upon conviction with no option to petition, while in Delaware, criminal sentencing is required to rid of a rapist’s parental rights or else rebuttable presumption can be overcome. In Nebraska, conviction must occur in the first degree for victims 14 or younger or in the second degree for victims 12 or younger and in New Hampshire, a conviction or a fact-finding hearing with proof “beyond a reasonable doubt” that the act led to the child’s conception can also count. Over in New Jersey, there is rebuttable presumption that perpetrators shouldn’t be given rights or visitation but that can be overturned if it’s in the best interest of the child, as shown with clear and convincing evidence. New York also creates a rebuttable presumption but applies only to rape in the first or second degree, sexual misconduct against a child in the first degree or a predatory sexual assault against a child. The only state in the nation where rapists retain parental rights is Minnesota. While efforts have been made to change the law, as of December 2019, it remains the sole state without any ability to cut ties off altogether. https://www.mylifetime.com/movies/you-cant-take-my-daughter/articles/how-parental-rights-for-rapists-vary-by-state

Donald John Trump (2005) "I moved on her, and I failed. I'll admit it. I did try and f**k her. She was married. And I moved on her very heavily. In fact, I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said, "I'll show you where they have some nice furniture." I took her out furniture—I moved on her like a b**ch. But I couldn't get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she's now got the big phony t*ts and everything. She's totally changed her look. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know I'm automatically attracted to beautiful—I just start kissing them. It's like a magnet. Just kiss. I don't even wait. And when you're a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab 'em by the pu**y. You can do anything." (Access Hollywood)

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Jessica Leeds (1980s) In the early 1980s, Leeds was a businesswoman at a paper company on a flight from the Midwest, returning to New York. A flight attendant offered her an empty seat in the first-class cabin next to Trump. Leeds alleged that about 45 minutes after takeoff, Trump lifted the armrest and began touching her, grabbing her breasts, and tried to put his hand up her skirt. "He was like an octopus," she said. "His hands were everywhere. It was an assault." Leeds said she had sent a letter containing her allegations to the editor of The New York Times. Her story was printed by The New York Times in October 2016, along with the account from Rachel Crooks. (Wikipedia)

Jill Harth (1992) Jill Harth alleged that Trump assaulted her several times. Harth has stated that in December 1992, while dining with Trump and her then-boyfriend George Houraney, Trump attempted to put his hands between her legs. Harth and Houraney visited Trump's Mar-a-Lago estate in Florida in January 1993 for a contract-signing celebration. Trump, according to Harth, offered her a tour before pulling her into the empty bedroom of his daughter Ivanka. "I was admiring the decoration, and next thing I know he's pushing me against a wall and has his hands all over me. He was trying to kiss me. I was freaking out." Harth says she desperately protested against Trump's advances and eventually managed to run out of the room. She and her boyfriend left rather than stay the night, as they had intended. After she became engaged, Harth alleges, Trump began to stalk her. (Wikipedia)

Katie Johnson (1994) Doe v. Trump (2016) (1:16-cv-07673-RA) was a case filed by an unnamed person against Donald Trump and Jeffrey Epstein accusing them of child rape related to underage sex parties at Epstein's residence in Manhattan in 1994, four of which Donald Trump allegedly attended. Katie Johnson v. Donald J. Trump and Jeffrey E. Epstein (2016) (5:16-cv-00797-DMG-KS) was another case where Katie Johnson accused the pair of forcibly raping three 12 and 13 year old girls at underage sex parties at Epstein's Manhattan residence in 1994. The first suit was filed in federal court in April 2016 by Katie Johnson, which was dismissed the following month by a judge who ruled that the suit didn’t raise valid claims under federal law. Another version of the lawsuit was filed in June, but subsequently withdrawn. The lawsuit was refiled in September 2016, but was "voluntarily" withdrawn by the plaintiff in November 2016 after she had received death threats. (Wikipedia)

Cathy Heller (1997) On October 15, 2016, The Guardian reported an allegation by Cathy Heller that she was grabbed and kissed by Donald Trump two decades earlier. Heller said that, in 1997, she met Trump when she attended a Mother's Day brunch with her children, her husband, and her husband's parents at his Mar-a-Lago estate. Her parents-in-law were members of Mar-a-Lago. Heller was introduced to Trump, who became angry when she avoided a kiss. He then "grabbed" her and, when he tried to kiss her, she turned her head. Trump kissed her on the side of the mouth "for a little too long" and then he left her. Heller's husband and children, who were present during the event, have corroborated her account. In the summer of 2015, the members of Heller's mahjong group heard Heller's account of the 1997 incident. (Wikipedia)

Temple Taggart McDowell (1997) In May 2016, The New York Times reported allegations by Temple Taggart McDowell. McDowell, who was Miss Utah USA in 1997, accused Trump of unwanted kisses and embraces that left McDowell and one of her chaperones so uncomfortable, according to McDowell, that she claimed she was instructed not to be left in a room alone with him again. According to McDowell, a chaperone had accompanied her to Trump's office. At the time, McDowell was 21 and was known as Temple Taggart. This incident occurred in Trump's first year of ownership of the Miss USA contest. McDowell told her story initially to The New York Times in May 2016 which was published in the "Crossing the Line: How Donald Trump Behaved With Women in Private" article. She had not intended to speak publicly about the incidents again, but she received numerous calls recently due to the "Crossing the Line" article and felt, as a mother, that it is important to share a message about unwanted advances: "You have the right to say no. You have the right to get out of there. You have the right to leave, and you have the right to make them feel uncomfortable if they're making you feel uncomfortable," she said. (Wikipedia)

Amy Dorris (1997) Former model Amy Dorris said in September 2020 that she and her boyfriend, Jason Binn, attended the 1997 U.S. Open with Donald Trump, who Binn had described as his best friend. She alleges that Trump groped and kissed her without her consent at the event. The Guardian confirmed that she told her mother and a friend in New York immediately after the incident and that she had told her therapist and several other friends about it over the years. (Wikipedia)

Karena Virginia (1998) At an October 2016 press conference with attorney Gloria Allred, yoga instructor and life coach Karena Virginiasaid that in 1998 Trump grabbed her arm and touched her breast. Virginia, who was 27 years old at the time, was waiting for a ride after the US Open in Queens, New York. She said Trump, whom she had not met previously, approached her with a small group of other men, while commenting on her legs, then he grabbed her right arm. Virginia continued, "Then his hand touched the right side of my breast. I was in shock. I flinched. 'Don't you know who I am? Don't you know who I am?'—that's what he said to me. I felt intimidated and I felt powerless." (Wikipedia)

Karen Johnson (early 2000s) In Barry Levine and Monique El-Faizy's book All the President's Women: Donald Trump and the Making of a Predator, Karen Johnson alleged that she attended a New Year's Eve party at Trump's Mar-a-Lago estate, where Trump grabbed her by her genitals, pulled her behind a tapestry, and forcibly kissed her. Johnson also alleged that days after the incident, Trump repeatedly called her (without her giving him the phone number), offering to fly her to meet him, which she rejected. (Wikipedia)

Mindy McGillivray (2003) In an October 2016 article by The Palm Beach Post, Mindy McGillivray stated that in January 2003, when she was 23 years old, she was groped by Trump at his Mar-a-Lago estate. She said, "All of a sudden I felt a grab, a little nudge. I think it's [my friend Ken Davidoff's] camera bag, that was my first instinct. I turn around and there's Donald. He sort of looked away quickly." Ken Davidoff, a photographer, corroborated McGillivray's account, saying he remembered her pulling him aside moments after the alleged incident to say "Donald just grabbed my ass!" McGillivray said she "chose to stay quiet" and never reported the incident to authorities. She had shared details of the incident only with close family and friends until she heard Trump deny such behavior during the second presidential debate on October 9, 2016. (Wikipedia)

Rachel Crooks (2005) In 2005, Rachel Crooks was a 22-year-old receptionist at Bayrock Group, a real estate investment and development company in Trump Tower in Manhattan. She says she encountered Trump in an elevator in the building one morning and turned to introduce herself. They shook hands, but Trump would not let go. Instead, he began kissing her cheeks, then directly on the mouth. "It was so inappropriate," Crooks recalled in an interview. "I was so upset that he thought I was so insignificant that he could do that." Her story was printed by The New York Times in October 2016, along with that of Jessica Leeds. (Wikipedia)

Natasha Stoynoff (2005) Canadian author and journalist Natasha Stoynoff, who wrote for People magazine and, previously, the Toronto Star and Toronto Sun, went to Trump's Florida estate in December 2005 to interview him and his wife, Melania. While there, Trump gave Stoynoff a tour of the Mar-a-Lago estate. She says that during this tour, he pushed her against a wall and forced his tongue into her mouth. Stoynoff described the alleged episode, "We walked into that room alone, and Trump shut the door behind us. I turned around, and within seconds he was pushing me against the wall and forcing his tongue down my throat … I was stunned. And I was grateful when Trump's longtime butler burst into the room a minute later, as I tried to unpin myself." Stoynoff composed herself and conducted the interview, after which she said Trump repeatedly told her, "We're going to have an affair, I'm telling you." (Wikipedia)

Jessica Drake (2006) On October 22, 2016, Jessica Drake and attorney Gloria Allred held a news conference in which Drake accused Trump of having sexually assaulted her by grabbing tightly in a hug and kissed her and two acquaintances nearly ten years prior. Drake, an adult film actress and sex education advocate, said she met Trump at her company's booth during a charity golf tournament at Lake Tahoe in 2006. Drake claims she was invited to meet with Trump, who was married at the time, at his hotel suite; she was "uncomfortable going alone" and brought two friends. Describing the meeting with Trump, Drake recounted that "He grabbed each of us tightly, in a hug and kissed each one of us without asking permission." Drake said she and her friends left the suite after 30–45 minutes. Shortly thereafter, Drake claims she received phone calls from Trump or his associate, requesting that she join him in his suite for $10,000, and offering to fly her on his jet back to Los Angeles. She said she declined his offers. (Wikipedia)

Ninni Laaksonen (2006) On October 27, 2016, a local Finnish tabloid, Ilta-Sanomat, reported an allegation by Ninni Laaksonen, Miss Finland 2006. Laaksonen appeared with Trump on the Late Show with David Letterman on July 26, 2006.[154] Laaksonen claims that before they went on the air, Trump grabbed her buttocks. As Laaksonen describes the interaction: "He really grabbed my butt. I don't think anybody saw it but I flinched and thought: "What is happening?" Someone later told Laaksonen that Trump liked her because she looked like his wife, Melania, when she was younger. (Wikipedia)

Summer Zervos (2007) Summer Zervos was a contestant on the fifth season of The Apprentice, which filmed in 2005 and aired in 2006. Subsequently, she contacted Trump in 2007, about a job after the show's completion, and he invited her to meet him at The Beverly Hills Hotel. Zervos has said that Trump was sexually suggestive during their meeting, kissing her open-mouthed, groping her breasts, and thrusting his genitals on her. She also has said that his behavior was aggressive and not consensual. Zervos was represented by attorney Gloria Allred, and later by Beth Wilkinson and Moira Penza, with whom she chose to end the case in 2021. (Wikipedia)

Cassandra Searles (2013) In October 2016, Rolling Stone and NPR reported Trump fondled Cassandra Searles, Miss Washington USA of 2013, without her consent during the Miss USA pageant of that year. In June 2016, Searles wrote that Trump invited her to his hotel room. Yahoo!News published an article in June 2016 stating that Searles had made Facebook postings that accused Trump of making unwanted advances. She said he was "continually" groping her buttocks and had asked her to go "to his hotel room". Searles also asserted that Trump had "treated us like cattle". (Wikipedia)

Trump defends ‘Access Hollywood’ comments: ‘Historically, that’s true with stars’ by Jared Gans - 05/05/2023 4:45 PM ET Former President Trump, during his deposition over writer E. Jean Carroll’s lawsuit, defended the comments he made on the infamous “Access Hollywood” tape that emerged ahead of the 2016 presidential election. Video of the deposition was shown to jurors earlier this week in the case stemming from Carroll’s claim that Trump raped her in the mid-1990s. The footage was released publicly Friday. The clip of Trump shows Carroll’s lawyer questioning him about the tape from 2005, in which Trump discussed grabbing women sexually without their consent. “I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything,” he said at the time. “Grab ’em by the p—-.” Trump said after the video was released in October 2016 that he was not endorsing sexual assault and was engaging in “locker room talk.” Trump defended the validity of his remarks in his deposition for the Carroll case. “Well, historically, that’s true with stars,” he said. “If you look over the last million years, I guess that’s been largely true,” he continued. “Not always but largely true. Unfortunately or fortunately.”

Donald Trump raped E. Jean Carroll even though he was found liable only for 'sexual abuse,' judge rules. Caroll's lawsuit alleged that, in the mid-1990s, Trump raped her in the Bergdorf Goodman department store in Manhattan. She said that Trump pushed her against the wall of a dressing room, inserted his fingers into her vagina, and then, she believes, put his penis into her. "The finding that Ms. Carroll failed to prove that she was 'raped' within the meaning of the New York Penal Law does not mean that she failed to prove that Mr. Trump 'raped' her as many people commonly understand the word 'rape,'" Kaplan wrote. "Indeed, as the evidence at trial recounted below makes clear, the jury found that Mr. Trump in fact did exactly that." https://www.businessinsider.com/donald-trump-rape-e-jean-carroll-sexual-abuse-jury-judge-2023-7

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April 22, 1945 (Sunday) Hitler held a conference on the afternoon of April 22, 1945 in the Führerbunker to discuss the military situation. Upon being informed that the Steiner attack had not happened, and that the Soviets were now entering the northern suburbs of Berlin, he flew into a rage. He denounced the Army, complained that his generals and anyone who had deserted him were cowards and had failed him, then he finally conceded that the war was indeed lost. Over the protests of all those present, Hitler stated that he would stay in Berlin to the absolute end and then shoot himself, rather than try to escape to the south. Heinrich Himmler secretly met with Count Folke Bernadotte of Sweden and asked him to act as an intermediary to offer the surrender of all German forces in the west. The message took 48 hours to reach the Allies and they did not take it seriously. (Wikipedia)

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