#ALWM

[thunderstruck-amanita]

“I’d say I’ve been pretty forgiving. Would you not agree?” for King would be just *ok hand emoji*

O h o h o h o ! ! ! Based very heavily off of your “A Life With Markiplier” universe, specifically that one scene which was absolutely incredible.

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“I’d say I’m being very forgiving.  Would you not agree?”

Mark looked at him from where he kneeled, hands being held askance with a black ribbon holding one wrist and a white one holding back the other.

It was odd. The King of the Squirrels wasn’t made this way.  He was supposed to be silly, a gag joke, a false ruler running around a yard with a nut butter beard.  A silly, silly man that people would watch and laugh at.  But the character before him wasn’t that.

He was an intimidating figure, looming above Mark, and Mark suddenly felt smaller than he ever had before.  The monochrome vortex swirling behind him only added to the vision, illuminating the blood-red cape of the King, the glint of his heavy crown, the deeply knowing eyes.  And Mark wondered exactly what his character had to go through to have such pained eyes.

Upon his silence, King continued.  “You’ve robbed us of any semblance of normalcy.  Our lives were never ours.  Our reality is fiction.  But after one year, your life will still be yours.  Three hundred and sixty-five days…” King knelt down to become eye-level with Mark.

“We could trap you in a void, kit.  You could be tormented by Darkiplier and Host for eternity.  Believe me, I think those two would prefer it.  But, despite the pain you brought, you have another option.”  He gently cupped Mark’s face with both his hands, then softly bumped foreheads with him.

Mark closed his eyes, enveloped in the scent of peanut butter.

“Tell me, kit… Do you choose redemption?”

#king of the squirrels #markiplier #unus annus #fanfic #alwm #gelly #sorry this took so long #i still don't know if i caught exactly what i wanted to #but i've never written kots before #so it was fun #:D #thunderstruck writes

[thomothysdoodles]

Wait, what did I miss? When did Host!Eric happen?

@ambigiousgelpens made an amazing swapped body au thingy to answer an ask she got and honestly I love it so much. She did a couple of bullet lists to cover a bit what’s going on, and I doodled and added my tiny headcanons on that as well!

Basically, it’s about an happy Host with Author’s powers, a miserable Author with Eric’s disaster aura, and a poor Eric with the burden of Host’s powers

#you should check it out! Gelly’s posts are sure more precise than this lol #also what the heck yall should follow ambigiousgelpens her stuff is fuckin amazing from her writing to her ideas and aus and ALWM is r WOW #ambigiousgelpens #sirkawaiipotato #not a doodle

[queen-virginia]

Challenge mode: Your hair’s soft… I just want to pet it until I forget everything but how soft it is… - Host and Wilford. (this one may be especially hard so dont feel obligated X3)

YOU DARE ASSUME THAT I WOULD PASS UP THE CHALLENGE OF WRITING A VIABLE DYNAMIC BETWEEN WILFORD AND HOST???? I AM NO COWARD.  I CAN DO THIS, AND I SHALL GLADLY DO IT FOR YOU, O GREAT CREATOR OF ALWM AND SUPREME HOST ADVOCATE:

~*~

Host sat alone in his recording booth, irritably twirling a ballpoint pen in his fingers.  He felt restless, yet he found that he was utterly disinterested in the present broadcast.  I don’t feel like changing anything, though, he thought to himself as his thumb slid over the end of the pen and he instinctively began clicking it.  Mark can suffer my taste in music for however long I feel.  And–

Suddenly, there was the sound of a soft thud in conjunction with a comical squeaking sound, and the intense saccharine scent of bubblegum filled the air.  Stiffening, Host drew himself up straighter, and removed his headphones.  “Warfstache,” he said crisply, continuing to spin the pen in his hands.  “What are you doing here?”

“STEPHEN!” Wilford boomed from RIGHT behind Host’s chair, and Host cringed.  “No particular reason, old chap, just wanted to see what you’re up to!”

“Well, now you’ve seen.”  Host clicked the pen a few more times, already itching to put his headphones back on.  “Now go away.”

“Oh, come now, sport!”  Wilford gave Host a hearty slap on the shoulder, chuckling as he did so.  “You surely wouldn’t turn down a song request, now would you?”

Host bit his cheek, choosing his next words very carefully: “I might, but I’m still listening.”

“Oh, goody!”  Wilford put his entire arm around Host’s shoulders, and in his mind’s eye Host could see the manic grin on the pink mustachioed ego’s face.  “I want you to play that hot dog song by that one band you like so much.”

“… you want me to do…… WHAT?”

“The hot dog song!”  Host could feel a breeze near his face, and knew that Wilford had begun to gesture wildly.  “Surely you know it!!”

“…. no.”

“Oh, pity!  It really is a jolly tune, I think you’d quite enjoy it!”  In the midst of gesturing, Wilford’s hand somehow came to rest on the top of Host’s head.  “… ooh… I must say, dear fellow, despite all odds, your hair is very soft….”

Host gritted his teeth, balling his hands into fists. “Warfstache….”

“… yes, very soft…”  A thoughtful note came into Wilford’s voice as he tweaked a piece of Host’s hair. “… softer than Damien’s hair, even…

Sensing that Wilford was beginning to settle into a state of reverie, Host spoke again, this time more harshly: “Warfstache.”

“Hmm?”

Host sighed irritably, swatting Wilford’s hand away from his head and motioning in the general direction of the door.  “Out.  Now.”

Wilford chuckled.  “Oh, alright, Stephen – if you insist!  Just play the song if you have it!”  And with a single squeak, he was gone.

Host groaned a little, reaching for his headphones.  “‘Play the hot dog song, Stephen!’” he repeated mockingly as he put them back on.  “Hmmph.”  Still, the knowledge that he didn’t know what song Wilford had wanted irked him immensely, and in the back of his mind he made a note that he would look it up… eventually.

#my stuff #fic #Wilford Warfstache #The Host #Sugar High Bubblegum Boy Annoys Crusty Crotchety Bastard! More At 11 #jibber jabbering

[ohpierre]

Post-LARP selfie (at Jimmy John's) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq4_lR-AlWM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=s68irko3o2ge

[swilerp]

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#BarcodeGenerationSoftware #CustomBarcodeGeneration #BarcodingSoftware #RetailGraphERP

[chaixa]

sana mahanap ko yung pag mamahal na mararamdaman kong safe ako :(( sana hindi ko na ulit maramdaman yung pain na ganito. gusto kong sayo ko yun maramdaman pero wala e hindi naman kita mapipilit kung hindi ka ganon at di ko dapat yun ipilit. im suffocated and drown by your love. sobrang mahal na mahal kita at yung ganitong pag mamahal ang babaliw sa akin. kaya kitang patawarin ng paulit ulit at kalimutan lahat kaya nakakatakot na patagalin pa yun. alam kong di mo gusto at alam kong di tayo mag memeet sa dulo, gusto kong sakin yun marinig kesa sayo dahil di ko kaya. sasabihin ko nalang dito sa tumblr since wala na tayong communication at nawala na rin yung understanding between sating dalawa. pasensya ka na kung hindi ako mental stable at maraming beses na rin kitang nasaktan pero this time pwede bang hindi ako maguilty? kasi alwm mo ikaw rin yung reason bakit ako nagiging ibang tao. u made me like this at sobrang nakakagago.

[sankaranss]

[please-let-me-pass]

Final CAS reflection

Almost two years ago I started the IB, which also meant starting my CAS. At first, I did not know how I was going to manage it on top of all the assignments, studying and projects. Turns out I kind of did manage and it was not really that bad.

I quickly noticed that doing CAS was not as difficult as I thought it would be. It was actually my first lesson I got out of the whole experience – doing stuff outside just studying is valuable and not a hassle. Writing this, I realize that I did not do all of the things that have appeared in my portfolio because I had to but rather because I wanted to. I wanted to go swimming again. I wanted to write more. I wanted to do something that would make me think that I’m changing the world for the better. However, without CAS, I probably would not have done any of that. I discovered that I tend to undervalue everything that does not directly contribute to my academic achievement and find school-related excuses for not devoting my time to things I actually enjoy. This is a bit of a sad realization, but an important one nonetheless. Now that I have identified this weakness, I will look for methods to improve.

Because of the fact that CAS was mandatory, I made more time for writing and I’m happy I did. I could never imagine myself to be anything other than a writer and I always say that, however because of school and my fear of academic underachievement, I rarely write anything. The writing activities I did for CAS – translating a play, Poetry Writing Month and Writing Summer Camp – were a great opportunity to remind myself why I love it so much and why I should do it more. Constantly thinking about duties, chores and responsibilities is draining, even for someone like me who likes studying. Indirectly, CAS helped me get back to the (serious) hobby I love the most.

Apart from that, CAS has certainly put me ’out there’. Many things I did pushed me out of my comfort zone in different respects. The first experience, translating a play for the local theatre, was a difficult one because I was not sure of my skills and afraid of failing an important task. Instead of withdrawing, I powered through it and did my thing without being a disappointment. Swimming was a challenge I devoted a whole blog post to – it sometimes got too upsetting for me to manage but in the end, I did it. Poetry Writing Month was similar in this respect, as at first, I was terribly afraid of putting bad attempts out there for people to read. In the end, it helped me gain some perspective and see that I do not have to be perfect to enjoy writing. Finally, my CAS project pushed me to work with other people, which was never something I liked to do. I must admit, I still hate it, but working collaboratively on a CAS project helped me see the point of group work and this is very important to me – there is nothing I hate more than doing things I don’t understand the purpose of. This changed and I believe it will continue to change. I’m very much looking forward to it.

I also felt, when doing activities like the Amnesty Letter Writing Marathon, the I Support Women, Not Sweatshops workshop or my CAS project, a strange sensation that I get rarely and I’m thankful when I get it. I felt needed and helpful. I often think about my position in society. As a member of a heavily ostracized and ridiculed minority, I’m not a stranger to systematic discrimination or daily viciousness from other people. At the same time, I have it good in life – I get to live in a country free of war, I get to eat every day, I get to live in a proper house with both of my parents, I get to have a computer to write this document on. I’m privileged in many respects but I also know what it means to not be. This is why I feel activism is important, and CAS has helped me engage in it in different ways. When preparing the ALWM, reading about the people we were writing for made me upset like usual but I was able to channel that energy into doing something more than just feeling helpless. Same with my CAS project – organizing a campaign made me feel that I was no longer unproductive. ISWNS workshop, on the other hand, was a fantastic opportunity to get educated and to feel a part of a community. Even though my letters, t-shirts or posters might not have changed the world, they have certainly changed me, in that I felt that ’helpful’ feeling. I have discovered it and now I will seek it further in similar activities.

I feel like I have developed my creative and social skills infinitely and I certainly did not expect that. I also improved my organizational skills, however not to the maximum – I admit that I could have done a much better job with consistently documenting my activities and this is something I will need to work on.

As for the learning outcomes, I can confidently say that I have attained all seven of them.

#cas #ibcas #thecasdiaries

[drudwen]

Margaret Wyn o Feifod - E. Lois

MARGARET WYN o Feifod

Roedd Margaret Wyn yn fenyw a gafodd ei chyhuddo o ddefnyddio dewiniaeth i orfodi menyw arall o’r enw Margaret Lloyd i garu dyn o’r enw John ap Gruffydd.

Yn ôl y cyhuddiadau, yn mis Medi 1578, cwrddodd merch o’r enw Margaret Lloyd â gŵr bonheddig o’r enw John ap Gruffydd, o Lanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant, yn marchnad Llanfyllin. Aeth Margaret Lloyd â John ap Gruffydd i dafarn, lle cwrddodd y ddau â menyw hŷn o’r enw Margaret Wyn. Ceisiodd Margaret Wyn berswadio Margaret Lloyd i fynd i ffwrdd â John ap Gruffydd, ond gwrthododd Margaret Lloyd.

Rai wythnosau yn ddiweddarach, ceisiodd Margaret Wyn wahodd Margaret Lloyd draw i’w thŷ, gan fod John ap Gruffydd am siarad â hi. Gwrthododd Margaret Lloyd, felly anfonodd Margaret Wyn Lowri, ei merch a oedd yn ffrindiau gyda Margaret Lloyd, draw i’w pherswadio. Unwaith iddi gyrraedd y tŷ, ceisiodd Margaret Wyn ei pherswadio eto i redeg i ffwrdd â John ap Gruffydd, ond gwrthod eto wnaeth Margaret Lloyd.

Rhoddodd Margaret Wyn afal iddi, a wedi i Margaret Lloyd ddechrau bwyta’r afal, dechreuodd deimlo’n benysgafn, a dechreuodd gael dannodd ar ochr dde ei cheg. Cwynodd ei bod yn teimlo’n sâl. Rhoddodd Margaret Wyn bowdr iddi er mwyn ei gwella. Cymerodd Margaret Lloyd y powdr, er ei fod yn blasu’n chwerw, a theimlodd ei llwnc yn boeth wedi iddi ei lyncu. Aeth Margaret Lloyd yn chwys drosti, a theimlai fel bod rhywun wedi ei tharo. Cynigodd John ap Gruffydd fynd â hi i dŷ dyn o’r enw Dafydd ap William Vaughan ym Mhenybont ger Llangollen.

Ar y ffordd, cwrddodd y ddau â llawer o bobl oedd yn poeni am Margaret, gan fod John ap Gruffydd yn gymeriad amheus, ac yn ŵr priod a chanddo blant. Talodd John arian i bobl i beidio a dweud eu bod nhw wedi ei weld gyda Margaret.

Arhosodd y ddau yn nhŷ Dafydd ap William o ddydd Iau hyd at fore Llun, er bod perchennog y lle i ffwrdd, ac nad oedd wedi rhoi caniatâd iddynt aros yno.

Yn ôl yr achos llys, dywedodd Margaret Lloyd , ers iddi gymryd y powdr a’r afal bod sawl un o’i dannedd wedi cwympo allan, a’i bod wedi dechrau teimlo ei hun yn gwallgofi pan fyddai’r lleuad yn newid. Roedd Margaret Lloyd yn argyhoeddedig ei bod wedi cael ei rheibio i garu John ap Gruffydd drwy fwyta’r afal a’r powdr.

Gwadodd Margaret Wyn ei bod wedi defnyddio gwrachyddiaeth a rheibio Margaret Lloyd.

Dywedodd Margaret Wyn mai alwm llosg oedd y powdr a’i bod wedi dysgu gan feddyg o’r enw William Gilbert sut gallai powdr alwm llosg wella dannodd. Roedd hi wedi ei roi i sawl person oedd â dannodd yn y gorffennol. Methwyd ei chosbi am reibio, ond mae’n debygol ei bod wedi cael ei chosbi am beth ddigwyddodd i Margaret Lloyd.

Darllen Pellach:

Mae’r erthygl hwn yn ddyledus iawn i Gwrachod Cymru – Eirlys Gruffydd (p.32-4) E. Lois yw arlunydd Prosiect Drudwen, Rhithganfyddiad a phrosiect #GwrachodCymru, ymhlith pethau eraill. Mae hi ar Instagram fel @efalois a Twitter fel @efalois. MARGARET LLOYD Margaret Wyn was a woman who was accused of using witchcraft in order to force another woman called Margaret Lloyd to love a man called John ap Gruffydd. According to the accusations, in September 1578, a young woman called Margaret Lloyd met a gentleman called John ap Gruffydd, from Llanrhaeadr-ym-Mochnant, in Llanfyllin market. Margaret Lloyd and John ap Gruffydd went to a pub, where both met a third older woman called Margaret Wyn. Margaret Wyn tried to persuade Margaret Lloyd to go away with John ap Gruffydd, but Margaret Lloyd refused. Some weeks later, Margaret Wyn attempted to invite Margaret Lloyd to her house, as John ap Gruffydd wanted to speak to her. Margaret Lloyd refused, so Margaret Wyn sent her daughter Lowri, who was friends with Margaret Lloyd, over to persuade her. Once Margaret Lloyd arrived at the house, Margaret Wyn once again tried to persuade her to run away with John ap Gruffydd, but Margaret Lloyd refused once more. Margaret Wyn gave Margaret Lloyd an apple, and as soon as Margaret Lloyd began to eat the apple she started to feel light-headed, and she started to develop a tooth-ache on the right side of her mouth. She complained that she was beginning to feel ill. Margaret Wyn gave Margaret Lloyd some powder to make her feel better. Margaret Lloyd took the powder, although it tasted bitter, and she felt her throat get hot as she swallowed it. Margaret Lloyd started to sweat, and felt like someone had hit her. John and Gruffydd offered to take her to a man called Dafydd ap William Vaughan’s house in Penybont near Llangollen. While they were on their way to Llangollen, John ap Gruffydd and Margaret Lloyd both met people who were worried about Margaret Lloyd as John ap Gruffydd was a suspicious character, and was married with children. John gave people money so that they wouldn’t repeat that they had seen him with Margaret Lloyd. Margaret Lloyd and John ap Gruffydd stayed in Dafydd ap William’s house from Thursday until Monday morning, although the owner of the house was away and hadn’t given them permission to stay there. In the court case, Margaret Lloyd said that her teeth had started to fall out since she ate the apple and the powder, and she’d started to feel herself maddening as the moon changed. Margaret Lloyd was convinced that Margaret Wyn had cursed her to love John ap Gruffydd by eating the apple and the powder. Margaret Wyn denied the accusation, and denied using witchcraft and cursing Margaret Lloyd. Margaret Wyn stated that the powder was burnt alum, and she had learnt how to use it to cure toothache from a doctor called William Gilbert. She had also given this powder to several other people to treat toothache in the past. Although the court couldn’t punish her for cursing the young woman, it is likely that she was punished for what had happened to Margaret Lloyd. Further Reading : Gwrachod Cymru – Eirlys Gruffydd (p.32-4) E. Lois is the illustrator of Prosiect Drudwen, Rhithganfyddiad and the #GwrachodCymru project. She is on Instagram as @efalois and Twitter as @efalois.

[ceciliatan]

Night, day, & sunset on the Charles River. #boston4th https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzji0D-Alwm/?igshid=5g3zjobisj2o

#boston4th

[thunderstruck-amanita]

22 for yancy and host?

Ooh, this one was tough, but I welcome the challenge!

(Host feels a bit out of character but��� maybe given the circumstances, he’d be a bit more Soft and Vulnerable than usual).  Callie belongs to @the-yancied-piper and the “A Life with Markiplier” AU/Universe belongs to @ambigiousgelpens of course ;)

Host dragged his feet to the TV room.  It had been… rougher than usual since he had gotten back.  Callie was still ignoring him; in fact, almost everyone was.  The majority of his aches and pains were gone, but his eyes got tired faster than he had remembered.  It was hard to keep them open for long, and the lights around him were always brighter than he would prefer.  Sleep wasn’t much better on account of the nightmares.

He flopped on the couch and sighed, sprawling out.  He was home… but was he really? He had apologized, profusely and countless times but everything was much colder and emptier than he had last remembered.

The silence he was stewing in was interrupted by an absent-minded whistle weaving through the mansion.  Host automatically started narrating who it would be when he paused.  Instead, he turned his head to the entryway.

Yancy entered the room, still whistling as he looked at the VHS in his hands with a nostalgic expression.  When he finally looked up and made eye contact with the current occupant of the couch, he visibly stiffened.

“I’ll uh, come back later,” he remarked cooly before turning on his heel.

Host sat up. “No, it’s fine.” He paused. “Please.”

That last darn word was the one that stopped Yancy in his tracks.  He had never liked Host and thought his suspicions were finally confirmed when he had suddenly disappeared.  But now… don’t get him wrong, Yancy wasn’t ready to befriend the guy.  Not by a long shot.  Still, he couldn’t remember the last time Host had used even the most basic manners with someone other than Callie.

He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.  “It’s The Godfather.  Youse okay with that?”

His voice was icy, and his back was still turned to Host.  But at least he didn’t leave.

“It’s not a genre I’m too familiar with, but I suppose I could give it a try.”

Yancy huffed as he put the VHS in and grabbed the remotes.  After a moment’s thought, he plopped down next to Host, causing the latter to jump a bit in surprise.  Yancy seemed to hate him, so why would he even consider sitting so close?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the answer became exceedingly clear.  With Yancy so close, there was no way that Host could avoid the tension that radiated off of the former jailbird.  After about ten minutes of angry silence from Yancy and uncomfortable fidgeting from Host, the former finally spoke.

“Why’d you do it?”

Host glanced at him.  Yancy seemed to still be watching the screen, but his jaw was set and his angry stare seemed to have nothing to do with the Corleone and Sollozzo families.

He was silent for a moment as he looked back to the TV.  “Have you ever dreamed of doing something, Yancy?”

It was Yancy’s turn to glance at Host.  “Yeah.  I had.  What’s this got to do with you leavin’?”

“I… I had a different life at one point.  I had reached my dreams and then they got ripped away from me.  I thought I wanted that life back.  Maybe, just maybe, if I had another chance…”  His voice trailed off as he rubbed at his throat.  “In short, it wasn’t nearly as good as I had remembered.  I had something here that I never had before.  I just didn’t realize how good it was until it was a bit too late.  And I suppose that made my former dream a nightmare.”

He continued watching, but Yancy stared at him for a while longer.  He sat cross-legged and rubbed his ankle, thinking about the deals he had made for his own dream.  How his dreams had changed.  His first family for fame. His imprisoned fame for freedom. His prison family for this one.

“Dreams change,” he said simply.  “And it ain’t always a bad thing.”

They sat in silence for a little longer, watching Michael struggle to figure out which path he wanted to take.  It was just getting to the climax when Yancy felt a weight on his shoulder.  He turned the tiniest bit and saw that Host had positioned himself a bit farther away so his head could rest on the shorter ego’s shoulder.  In all honesty, Yancy was shocked.  He had never seen Host be so affectionate with anybody, except Callie of course.  But he didn’t really mind.

As the movie ended and the credits rolled, Yancy wondered whether Host was asleep.  If he was, would he be sitting in this position for another few hours, like he had with Twig? He had to pee and wasn’t sure if he could handle waiting that long again.

While the thoughts were spinning through his brain, Host sat up and coughed into his hand gently.  He strode to the door silently before turning to Yancy.

“Don’t you dare speak of this to anybody else, or you’ll be sorry,” he snarled.

Yancy smiled.  That was the Host he knew.  “You’re welcome.”

#markiplier #the host #fanfic #yancy #ahwm #alwm #Host is not Crusty enough for this fic #but like.... he'd h a v e to be in a less-crusty place to have a head-shoulder moment with his buddy(?) Yance #this was real fun to write #and a nice brain break from final studying lol #thanks for the ask! #Gelly #thunderstruck writes #thunderstruck tag talks

[thomothysdoodles]

Re: ur tags, True!ALWM happens after the ALWM crew settle their issues with ALWMark and he gives Damien and Celine back their bodies. And in ALWM verse, Dark is a separate entity from them, so he also exists alongside of them. Then in True! he becomes something of a little brother to them. a very annoyed 'DONT ACT LIKE MY OLDER SIBLINGS UR NOT!!!' little sibling. (he is so mad abt all the hair ruffles and caring advice they give him,,,,but if he follows the advice, thats no ones business)

I LOVE IT THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH

#twins cece and dames with lil grumpy bro dark? IM THRIVING #THANKS GELLY #not a doodle #ambigiousgelpens

[wagno-agostinho]

Tudo bem, você acabará sendo visto como uma boa pessoa, mas entenda, se continuar se matando, se anulando, e oprimindo seu amor próprio, além de tudo também será uma “besta”.

É um tapa amores, mas é com amor ta bom?! Bjos do tio! (em Cidade De Águas Claras - DF) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByeEYcfAcY0/?igshid=1tghk6axinryu

[vinloh]

没有10年前照片。。只有上几个月和这个月照片而已！ https://www.instagram.com/p/BstDNw-ALWM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=109vbl76hnea5

[hoangthuy-an]

Thực ra ấy thì...quá khứ cũng quan trọng alwms. Không có nó sao mà có mình hiện tại. Nhưng mà nỗi niềm obsess với những ng trong quá khứ làm ng ta mệt mỏi. Và facebook lại còn nuôi chuyện đó, lâu lâu cho ng ta stalk mấy bạn bè cũ, các thể loại các củ khoai tây. Đáng nhẽ phải như ngày xưa ấy. Qua rồi là qua luôn. K bao giờ tìm lại đc.

[henriksferreira-blog]

Segunda eh dia de?? Pedal!! (em Pernambuco) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrfW4y-AlWm/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pril1nv2mhmy