#There is literally a fox looking person and a human!! IS THIS WEIRD???

[lara-prism-light]

Is it weird that my book will have interspecies romance (like, human x non-human)?

#writing thoughts #writing #book writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writing questions #genuine question #Is that weird??? #There is literally a fox looking person and a human!! IS THIS WEIRD???

[belonareyna]

I think Fandom just made into my head and make it cannon.

1. Because Kevin and Thea did not star TALKING until Kevin was 18. TALKING. NOT DATING. I still don't like that relationship because of the different ways they survive their trauma of being in a fucking cult (also they experience was ABSOLUTELY different, Kevin was Riko’s property, Thea was "Raven's" idk if you know what I mean)

2. Aaron, up until this day, I hadn't found ANY reference in the book to the thought. "He thought he was different to the foxes and that he didn’t belong with the "outsiders"??? He gets mad when they say he acts like Andrew (which I get), but he's not the one saying he's the "normal" twin.

3. Andrew on his meds is a dangerous person, abusive even. And Neil sees it. I know their reality is not our privileged reality, but still.

"That's not okay," Neil said, pointing at the door.

"That's nothing," Nicky said.

Neil caught his arm as Nicky passed and hauled him to a stop. "Don't let him get away with things like that."

Nicky considered him for a moment, his smile fading into something small and tired. "Oh, Neil. You're going to make this so hard on yourself. Look," he said, tugging free and turning Neil toward the door. "Andrew is a little bit crazy. Your lines are not his lines, so you can get all huff and puff when he tramps across yours, but you'll never make him understand what he did wrong. Moreover, you'll never make him care. So just stay out of his way."

"He's like this because you let him get away with it," Neil said. "You're putting all of us at risk."

"That was my fault." Nicky opened the door and waited for Neil to precede him out. "I said something I shouldn't have, and I got what I deserved."

And everyone I have read here justifies his actions. I understand his actions, and where they're coming from. But justifie them? Nope

4. Kevin is not a bitch for leaving Jean. Do you know when they rescue someone from human trafficking? How they can not get back for the rest of them, because then they would be put in danger again? The same goes for here. Getting back would literally make Riko not have one but two victims again. And it's unfair to Jean, but this is nothing but the Moriyamas fault.

5. Nicky makes absolutely horrible comments & disgusting "offers." But he's not just that. He's a 20 or 21 kid who flew from his save place to a country where he almost committed suicide to fight for two 14-year-old traumatized children, so they weren't given to his good for nothing parents. He protected them the best he could.

FROM NOW ON THOUGHTS AND MY OWN HEADCANNONS

6. Andrew is a 19 traumatized child who still wants his brother. Why the fuck he's always bringing Tilda? Because he wants a reaction from Aaron. Through the series, Neil says that Aaron is quite apathetic to everything. But Tilda's dead must still burn. Why mention it when there is no need if not to get a reaction? I don't believe he just brings it to hurt Aaron.

7. Dan had no right to be angry about Kevin omitting the truth about Wymack being his father. Kevin says he was trying to convince himself that by holding the secret, he was saving David (which actually is true. Her mother died in an accident orchestrated by the Moriyamas), it was not his only reason, but it was a good reasoning.

8. Matt & Aaron should have been endgame. (If you made it though here tell me about a weird aftg couple you ship)

Justification of all of this: is 2a.m. in the morning and I have fever

#aftg #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #neil josten #kevin day #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds #twinyards

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Hi there take some unsolicited starwars fic ideas that Im literally never going to fully write but am agressivley thinking about anyways

Summary:

A ghost sits in the emperor's shadow. Teeth bared, eyes sharp, lying in wait.

Tldr; Fox is killed by Palpatine but at this point his soul has been fucked with by dark force shit(tm) so much that he's able to linger on as a half-there remnant

When Luke confronts Palpetine some more weird force shit(tm) happens and Fox is able to manifest in time to kill the bitch, and by eating his soul (???) he gains the power to manifest more fully as some sort of very much *not* human force,,, *thing*

Also Cody and Obi-Wan are still alive and also are sickeningly in love because fuck you that's why

I need you to imagine Sunshine Luke holding up Clearly Not Normal Fox like

"!!!!!! Look what I found!!!!!!"

"Luke he ate the emperor"

"Ok and?"

This also means Darth Vader is alive so he's just kind of Awkwardly standing there in the corner like

🧍‍♂️ "Commander Fox. I am." *heavy breathing.* "Pleased to see you survived."

"I didn't."

*More heavy breathing*

No clue how that'd go but it'd go SOMEWHERE

Maybe Fox wanted to eat him too but has some sort of weird pity for him after watching over the Emperor's shoulder for so many years. They're both Palpatine's fucked up little experiments, even if Fox can identity exactly what went wrong a LOT better than Anakin. Hell, they actually possibly interacted some before Fox got axed, maybe they were almost friends. Got that good old 'unspoken understanding' energy where they make eye contact once in a while and just kind of nod and look away.

Thinking also ab how the rebels are either, totally off put and don't trust him at all or *Oh wow well he killed the emperor for us!!! But he's also uhh. Kind of a freak. But he killed the emperor, so???* or just full throttle *He killed!!! The emperor!!! My favorite boy!!!! Look at him go!!!!! Eldrich who?? I don't care I am in LOVE!!!!*

Fox getting all this love and support from some VERY eager and thankful rebels. He's one of them now!! No take backs!!!!

Also Luke has absoloutley claimed him as his own. Cool powerful clone commander??? Sort of friends with his dad??? Killed the emperor??? Luke NEEDS them to be friends. Leia is a bit more hesitant at first but warms up quickly, and Han is Han so he probably makes some noise ab it but the second he hears anyone say shit he's ready to throw down.

I'm actually a personal fan of 'being half force means Anakin was a 'lill otherworldly and that otherness definatley passed down to his kids' so maybe Palpatine's experiments had to do with trying to shove some of that specific otherworldliness into Fox, and it kind of resonates with the twins. They see him and just go *!!!! Oh???? One of us???*

Han in the bg with his own weird force null thing and his close relationship with the twins just. Not really sensing anything wrong. He's grown even number to weird otherness and eldrich force vibes, Fox is a bit odd to him but he just can't see what the fuss is about. Everyone needs to calm the fuck down smh

And Fox ofc just standing there covered in blood as he's suddenly receiving all this positive attention and support like *I don't know how to feel about any of this.*

Part of him wants to just. Return to the shadows. He's done his part now. He wants to rest. Let the man SLEEP he's fucking earned it

Anyways this is definatley inspired more than a little by @wreathedinscales's Corrie Red AU, which you should absoloutley read if you like anything eldrich and anything Fox

#birds fic talk #starwars #starwars clone wars #fox #clone commanders #commander fox #clone commander cody #codywan #ao3 #darth vader #anakin skywalker #starwars original trilogy #Palpatine #Palpatine dies #eldrich jedi stuff #fanfiction #archive of our own

[voasprofile]

replaced au pt 2

loosely (and by that I mean literally like one scene was taken out of it)based on a movie that came out recently guess what it is and you'll get nothing

gn reader but was referred to as 'minx' can that be used to refer to people who are gn or male alligned

cause for me minx means a cunning person, almost like calling someone a fox

but apparently google says a minx is a 'an impudent, cunning, or boldly flirtatious girl or young woman.'

so if you're not comfortable being referred as a minx scroll away

female yuu

nb! reader

forgor to mention that characters may also be ooc

also rushed so maybe shitty

damn a lot of my fics are rushed I just noticed

replaced au pt 1

malleus couldn't believe it, he just couldn't!

after saving the seven overblot victims from dying, without a prize or even that much appreciation

she was suddenly branded a villain?

malleus knows humans can be just as possessive as anyone of them here, but was that really the case?

but his suspicion really arose when the people once could be called her friends weren't acting consistent

one day acting like the ground y/n walks in were as pure as a newborn baby's soul

others acting like y/n was any other student

those incidents, and the headaches the nrc population has been dealing with. especially the first years

some days leona too is suspicious some days he could care less

the lazy days, he's bothered with the smell of dried roses and cinnamon

this discourages him to go to populated areas, as it concentrates there 

other days he himself is drowned in such scent

but really who cares it's just a scent

leona hasn't been attending any of his classes, going to populated areas including the open area in his dorm in days 

the headaches from the perfume was gone. god who even wears that much perfume

so he finally went out, he didn't know where to go but somewhere no one was would satisfy him

he walked and walked until it lead him to a familiar trail, ramshackle

he quickly turned back, no use in getting associated with people like that

but a few feet away from him was a bastard, a horned one that is

"what are you doing here?" the bastard asked

"nothing just leaving" he muttered passing him, they were again a few feet apart when he heard the aggravating voice again

"do you believe her?" malleus had asked

truthfully it had slipped his mind, but when the horned one asked about it, he remembered the incident that took place a month ago

"who?" he turned around to see malleus already facing him

"y/n, do you not find anything suspicious?" malleus asked tilting his head to the side

"no" he turned ready to leave as this situation was bothering him

"I did, do you not find the first years once around yuu acting strange? the inconsistencies? the headaches? nothing really?" malleus pressed

getting fed up he answered "yes, I did find something strange. but why would I tell you? do you have something that's useful or interesting for me?"

"I believe that y/n had deceived everyone in the school, and yuu is suffering for it" he replies

damn the one he likes was suffering because he bumped into the newcomer

so he caves "the whole school is covered in this scent, I suspect the one causing the headaches and weird behaviour,  the more people in the area the more dense the scent is" he paused

"like a diluted love potion" 

leona was smart. he may not attend classes, but somehow he still get good grades. so how did he only notice now

a certain minx smirked from the dorm near them

the two planned to go to the headmaster about this

malleus wanting someone with authority to properly locate the problem and punish who did it

leona not wanting to handle it his own

but right now leona was waiting for malleus near the headmasters office, he was late. and this time he did knew where the event was happening

after a few minutes leona got impatient and started to look for him

'damn him, planning this whole thing, dragging me along. then had the guts to leave me waiting?'

he stormed over to the cafeteria, that's where most people are at this hour

his eyes scan the room, landing on one particular table

there, a particularly love sick fae and the newcomer acting as if they were dating the two months they've known each other

but what really bothered him was y/n sent a knowing smirk to him, and went back to being all sweet and gross to the person leona was supposed to be with in the headmasters room

so leona left, maybe it was because of the headache, maybe it was because he felt pity to the ramshackle prefect

someone was knocking on the door, yuu thought that maybe y/n has a visitor so being a good roommate she opened the door

it was leona, so she was sure that it was for y/n

"oh, y/n's out right now" she whispered closing the door

but his foot prevented that

"yuu look, I don't know how to apologize properly. so I'm sorry" he took a big breath before continuing "the new comer love potioned most the school to get in our heads and manipulated us"

the scene escalates as yuu finally breaks

that's why they're villainizing her?

hours of comforting yuu, leona let's her rest

after that hellish month, he can't even comprehend how tired she must be

ending in a comfortable position of him laying on the sofa, and yuu on his chest

"yuu?" he asks thinking she'd be asleep "hmm?" she mumbles

"aren't you angry?" he asks "you know, malleus knew about the potion, he knew about the lies." he slid in

"what?" she couldn't believe it, how could he?

they were friends, now he sides with them knowing that?

"yeah, earlier I went to the cafeteria and saw them acting like a couple" he says 

y'know honesty is the best policy, so he should be honest with her. sort of

"how could he do that to you? I thought you two were close friends" he continues

"I guess we were" she mutters nuzzling her face more into his chest, just wanting to rest

"he really fucked up, I mean your special. but people refuse to see it." he whispers

"you were honest, kind, patient. forget about him, let's expose their lies" he says

"can I even do that? I mean the whole school is at their disposal" she wants to yes, but she doesn't want to lose to a wannabe like y/n

"trust me, I'll make them pay for what they did to you" he says caressing her hair, lulling her to sleep

waking up, she feels the most refreshed she's been in weeks. maybe it's because leona comforted her, or because she slept with him. but whatever

asking about his plan now, she was worried. what if it doesn't work?

but listening to it now, oh it's gonna work alright

"I learnt this yesterday, the staff isn't under their potion, so that's an advantage to us. also there are days where the potion is weak, we'll have to strike then" he says

"but for now, let's collect evidence against her" so that week consisted of yuu following y/n around to catch them doing shady things

but as the days go on, she feels disheartened. literally nothing happened, in fact her previous friends look happier with them than they ever did with her

so she tells herself this is the last day, maybe leona was wrong. there was no potion

following them into an abandoned hall of the school, they enter a room. a library with miscellaneous things as it was used as a storage room of sorts

so she hid behind one of the book shelf, when a strong smell of roses and cinnamon attacks their nose

she held her nose and peeked, what could cause such strong smell

it was y/n filling up a bottle with the contents of an old cauldron, smiling to themselves

yuu took that opportunity to record the whole thing, and stayed back to get a sample of it

once done she immediately met up with leona to tell him what she caught

"then I saw them filling up a spray bottle with the potion, do you think that this will be enough?" she asks him

"this is perfect, you're amazing yuu" he smiles at her

oh no, don't blush don't blush don't blush

"thank you" she smiles back

as yuu was getting evidence, leona was looking to see if the potion was weak today. it was

so the two marched up to the headmages office to tell him everything

to their luck the staff were holding a meeting

their lies, the potion, the hell they put yuu through. with evidence of course, presenting them the video, and the sample

"oh my, to think they would do such thing" crewel mutters

"could you lead us to that room?" crowley asks

crowley was normally laid back, but this this is not okay

the staff went to the room were the potion was brewed, and there they were

standing over a cauldron brewing more, they're assuming after running out

they got startled, dropping the container

"professors! haha what are you doing here" they said fidgeting almost immediately

"puppy step aside, we'll have to inspect the potion you're making" crewel says

y/n trembles. no this cannot happen, they almost won!

their eyes shot from crewel to the other's in the group

who could have known? was it apart of the staff? was it a student? it was yuu!

y/n glared at her

this bitch, how dare she

at a last attempt of escape y/n tipped the cauldron hoping for it to splash on all of them

but before it could really splash, crowley had stopped the liquid mid air and tying them up with his whip

how could they have lost? everything was at their hands! they could've won!

they slumped, giving up. what could they even do now?

heading back to the headmages office, sending anyone who knew how to brew an anti-love potion to a closed classroom then handing it out to every single student

crowley called for a dormleader meeting and that's where he explained everything

everyone was aghast how dare that vile-

he also explains now that they are going through a trial, as a citizen of this world and as an adult. due to the severity of the crime

no they were not imprisoned, but was sent to a secluded building with 24 hours surveillance camera, and a therapist

no they were not satisfied, a month was wasted because of them. but they guess that it's fine, they are in isolation and away from everyone after all

yuu had never been spammed irl

but I guess there's a first for everything. they remember it all the way they ostracized her, almost like they forced her into isolation

but leonas words were stuck in her mind

aren't you angry?

yes I am

you were honest, kind, patient.

yes I was

forget about him

I will

and so she did

she forgave all those who were under the potion, but malleus, oh malleus she could never forgive. even in her dying breath

he betrayed her, why should she forgive him?

she won't

a lazy lion smirks knowing this

I am brewing sum mf angst in my wattpad my works thing. I am in a angsty roll goddamn who hurt me. I'm so tired from school and like there's no cute guys there, and literally no one caught my eye guy or girl

ooh also I forgot to mention this is based on the movie school for good and evil(is that the title i forgor) in netflix

#leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona twisted wonderland #leona x yuu #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus #malleus twisted wonderland #malleus x yuu #replaced au #twisted wonderland fanfic #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #plot twist #? #twst yuu #twsisted wonderland x mc #twst x reader #twst x yuu #twst x mc #dormleaders #dorm leaders #overblot boys

[pricklymuffinzzzzz]

As a member of a system I don’t understand why other systems don’t support trans species or species fluid folk. Personally my system system has a few members who are not human, they are fully capable of human communication. But I would be fully wrong if I called them human.

Pigeons can recognize human words, dogs can too, and certain apes can communicate through sign language. This doesn’t make them human though.

We also have Ash Fox, from Fantastic Mr Fox. Ash in source is an anthropomorphic Fox. To call him a human would be blatantly incorrect. Yes, Ash speaks, English and is a functional member of society. But he is very much not human. Our Ash, has a body that has been accepted as “human” but he still identifies as a fox, because that’s literally what he is.

At times he has the body of a fox. At times he has a tail, ears, whiskers, and fangs and every other feature is considered human. But throughout all his forms he is still a fox. Systems should be able to understand this so I don’t see why some can’t.

Another example is our Ink creature, this creature is completely not human. It would be weird to call them human. We have a lot of other alter examples too, bojack, Mr peanut butter, Rainbow Dash, the Creature from Frankenstein.

All of these alters can communicate and function in “human” manners but none are human. In my case, I mostly identify as human. But other times in headspace I am fully in the body of a cat. Outside of headspace this makes me identify as a cat as well, because well, that’s just how I am at the moment? It would be wrong to call me other wise because that’s truly what I am.

Idk it just really confuses me when other systems say they don’t understand trans or species fluid folk, like people should just be able to identify in a way that makes them feel most fulfilled and like themselves.

And systems should be able to understand this!! Especially since we all know that we have completely different bodies from the host, like we would probably choose to look how we actually do then how the host does. It’s just more fulfilling. Idk idk, just systems need to support trans and species fluid folk🤷

Oh also to all the trans species folk in systems, you don’t need to be ur identities body shape in headspace to be valid! You can still be “human” shaped in headspace and identity the way you do! Either is okay!

#did osdd #did system #actually did #did community #did alter #osdd #osdd alter #osdd community #osdd system #osddid #trans species

[dark-elf-writes]

I submitted something similar to Ray for the team uzumaki au but now I’m hopping it was eaten by tumblr just so there isn’t a weird cross post double thing. BUT we’re talking foxy naruto so-

According to some people’s stories, foxes have been known to leave gifts for people much like crows (the sources are first hand accounts so idk if this is true or an accurate reflection of fox mannerisms). So I’m just picturing Naruto leaving pretty rocks, animal bones, buttons, weapons, etc for his team. But since it’s Naruto of course it’s not normal versions of those things. So the “shiny rocks” are probably literal crystals and diamonds that he somehow just finds (and normal ones too cuz that’s adorable ), the “animal bones” could include giant ass teeth that are big enough to be made into daggers/swords, the buttons could be like golden cuff links he nicked from on a mission, and the weapons could be anything from old ninja wire he found in a bush to like a legendary blade he found washed up on the shore (Uzushiogakure vibes who?).

As another foxy Naruto thing, I firmly believe he would have an inexplicable urge to feed his team all the time, but not just ramen or their personal favorite foods. He wants to give them food that’s part of a foxes diet. One day he just finds himself foraging for berries and hunting for fresh meat. But since he’s a whole lot bigger and more capable than a regular fox at hunting, his prey is a bit…larger than you’d expect. Later that day, he straight up drops a field dressed bear or something at team 7’s feet look Proud (tm) cuz oh yeah he is so good at keeping his teammates feed and kakashi (who I always head cannon as being both wolfy and entirely incapable of being truly surprised) is like thanks brat you mind if my ninken have some?

Tumblr do be eating things. But they would still be different enough even if Tumblr didn’t eat it.

Akkskshsb at first none of them (well two do them really) have no idea where all the little gifts are coming from. Sakura finds flowers and crystals and kunai lined up on her window sill every morning like clockwork. She pretends to be annoyed by it but she has the first flower, the first gift, pressed and preserved. Sasuke gets more weapons than anything else, but occasionally he’ll get a cool rock. His favorite that he will never admit is a red stone with black marks. It sits by his bed and makes him feel a little less alone.

Kakashi knows. Naruto isn’t the first Uzumaki he’s known. Not the first fox hissed in human skin. Kushina was the same way. The first gift, fresh meat on his counter, one large piece and several smaller ones cut for the ninken, isn’t so much of a surprise as it is a gut punch. A memory. It takes some getting used to, seeing them again. Being claimed. He’s not a kit anymore. Not Kushina’s grumpy little wolf cub, but her son has claimed him all the same.

(The meat tastes like guilt and, perhaps cruelly, hope)

I can see the providing thing being really prevalent when they’re out of the village on missions. Like the first night on their trip to wave Naruto just plonks down a fresh kill with a sharp smile and eyes glinting in the low light and Kakashi has to step in before one of the others could say something to discourage this. They always eat well when they’re out as a team.

(Naruto remembers what it’s like to be hungry. He’ll make sure his people don’t have to feel the same.)

#the elf talks #Naruto #i still haven’t finished season one because I got to tired for subtitles but I have lurked on rays blog enough to know some things #forgive any inaccuracies #foxy Naru

[ben-the-hyena]

Absolutely ugly ass CGI, eye colors which is a disgrace to the charm of bead eyes the franchise always had, Lady Rataxes looking MONSTROUS AND VULGAR (NO SHE IS GRACEFUL AND LEGETIMATELY CLASSY WHY DOING HER A QUEEN GRIDDLE 2 ? AS MUCH AS I LOVE GRIDDLE IT DOESN'T SUIT LOUISE !!!) and being SUPER MEAN AND ABUSIVE TO RATAXES WHO NOW FEARS HER FOR REAL (WHYYYY HE WAS JUST SCARED BECAUSE SHE WAS THE ONE PERSON TO PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE AND WHO WOULD GET UPSET EASILY NOT LITERALLY FEAR HER BECAUSE ABUSE THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY LOVE EACH OTHER), feeling much more stupid and toddler-like, ugly ass designs with some characters looking more like furries or TLK/Jungle Book characters than Babar, Célesteville which is supposed to be the elephants capital being suddenly VERY cosmopolitan (sure there were some non elephants but NOT HALF BABAR IS THE KING OF THE ELEPHANTS), Badou apparently being the only grandson of Babar meaning Babar's other kids had none on their own (I mean it is possible but DAMN the original show is all about friends AND family he could have had cousins in his circle !), Babar seeming to be the one ruler around or maybe Rataxes (as decorative and castrated as he feels in that show look how they massacred my boy) too ignoring the fact there is supposed to be an Animals Federation with kings and capitals for ALL the species and Babar is JUST the one for elephants, none of the kids feeling endearing over than "cute" and bidimensional, all these new characters while ignoring characters who are never mentionned again as if they didn't exist (POMPADOUR TROUBADOUR BASIL POMEER TRUFFLES WHERE ARE YOU GUYS)...

*inhales, exhales*

Cornelius being even more of a comic relief rather than a wise respected character who just happens to have comical moments, Cornelius still being alive and not changed despite being old already when Babar was born and now Babar himself is a fucking grandfather, Cornelius again adopting at his age a 5 years old son (YOU COULD HAVE ADOPTED HIM AS A GRANDSON AT LEAST- HOLY SHIT REALLY FEELS FANFICY), said kid being a fox because WHY NOT AND FURRY APPEAL BUY OUR SHIT PLEASE, Cornelius (AGAIN) being retconned out of nowhere as a former army medic while we NEVER EVER saw him or mention him do that in the old show and books and in fact DESPITE HIS MILITARY UNIFORM NEVER WAS A MILITARY BUT JUST AN ADVISOR AND PRIME MINISTER (THEY JUST LOOKED AT HIS DESIGN DIDN'T THEY ?), Badou having no elephant friends all his friend circles is made of all these varied species it's depressing (again no problem with having friends of other species Babar had a lot but IT IS A TOWN OF ELEPHANTS HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN MORE BABAR HIMSELF KNEW MORE ELEPHANTS THAN OTHER SPECIES) Zéphir being old like Babar and yet having a daughtet of the same age as Badou who is Babar's 8 years old grandson while she could have been his granddaughter (I mean, sure some people can have children very mate because they met the right person late but still it feels weird especially from Zéphir, very fanficy again), some animals out of nowhere suddenly hating civilization and civilized animals while IT NEVER WAS THE SPIRIT OF BABAR IN THAT UNIVERSE IT IS IMPLIED ANIMALS WERE ALWAYS SENTIENT AND INTERESTED BUT NEVER HAD THE OPPORTUNITY IT'S ALL ABOUT ALL ANIMALS BEING CHARMED BY THE WAYS OF HUMANS AND DECIDING TO TAKE THE BEST OF IT TO ENHANCE THEIR OWN WAYS AND NOT FORGET ABOUT THEM BUT TAKE THE BEST OF BOTH LIVING IN CIVILIZATION'S COMFORT BUT STILL CELEBRATING AND ADAPTING THEIR ROOTS...

Indeed LET'S FUCKING NOT MAKE THEM DIVIDED WITH SOME SUDDENLY WANTING TO STAY NAKED WALKING ON THEIR 4 SEEING THE OTHERS LIKE TRAITORS BABAR OUT OF ALL KIDS FRANCHISES OS NOT THAT KIND OF STORY OR MADE FOR IT AND IT WON'T HELP THE DUMBASSES WHO ARE SURE IT IS A PRO-COLONIALIST METAPHOR WHILE IT NEVER WAS BUT WAS A SAD CLUMSY COINCIDENCE (the original writer and his wife before making them books were just improvising bedtime stories for their son, the future new writer, and for a little kid it is cute to take a random exotic animal and make him dress up in modern clothes and pretend he learned it from humans and because they are French and more familiar with French ways they had him follow the French way it was just to make him giggle and imagine it vividly while falling asleep BUT OF COURSE PEOPLE ALWAYS HAVE TO MAKE IT ALL ABOUT THE REAL WORLD) SOMETIMES REAL WORLDS VIEWS AND LOGIC ARE NOT MADE TO BE ADDED HERE IT'S A WORLD IN WHICH ANIMALS CAN WALK ON THEIR 2 IF THEY WANT AND CAN SPEAK AND HUMANS DO KNOW AND ARE NOT SURPRISEE BY A FUCKING SPEAKING ELEPHANT CALF IN THEIR STREETS ANF TREAT HIM LIKE A NORMAL KID MEANING THEY KNOW THEY ARE SENTIENT AND YET HUNTING AND KILLING THEM IS LEGAL NO IT CAN'T HAVE MORE DEPTHS AND DIVISIONS THAN THAT NOW THE PROBLEM IS SOLVED AND THEY ARE FINALLY RECOGNIZED AS ACTUAL PROPLE OFFICIALLY WITH LEADERS AND IT WAS ALL ANIMALS WANTED SO NO NO "YOU FORGOT YOUR ROOTS >:(" DUMBASSES ESPECIALLY SINCE WE SAW SOME IN THE SHOW STILL LIVING WILD BUT BEING CORDIAL TO THE CIVILIZED...

*exhales and calms down*

For all these retcons, flanderizations, characters assassinations, wastes, lore confusions, awful choices and insults to what made the old show intemporal watchable by all, @papabirdurskeks and I both refuse to take The Adventure of Badou as an actual sequel show no matter how official sources say it is, it makes no sense they understood nothing at what made the old show and characters and in fact this whole universe endearing. We in fact prefer making our own HCs basing ourselves on that show but not taking it as the real sequel but just a non canon preschooler spinoff like Disney Junior often products about other franchises. I even considered making it a sequel to the 1999 movie buuuuuut it would insult it too without the same smarter spirit either and Cornelius isn't an army medic either in it

#papabirdurskeks #moi #babar #tv show #movie #WHY #FFFUUU- #them bastards ! #babar and the adventures of badou

[wren-797]

When The Lilacs Wither

Chapter 1 - A New World

The sun slowly set, mountains far away hiding its light. My steps were getting hurried with time, and my thoughts flew through my head. I didn't even know if I'm going out or deeper into the forest. It was a nightmare come true. Sadly, this wasn't a forest where the most dangerous animal is a fox or a boar. No, there were bears in this forest, and I wasn't ready to be torn apart by a bear. Not to mention all the ghost stories I've heard about this place. And even though I'm a more skeptical person, those stories still sent shivers down my spine. The only thing keeping me sane now was the chirping of night birds. But all of a sudden, that died out, too. The whole atmosphere of the forest changed in the blink of an eye.

A second ago, I was just afraid of the dark and those bears. But now I was being watched. I was sure of it. It was that weird gut feeling that I got when I gave a presentation or did something embarrassing. The only problem is that my fight-or-flight senses are literally trash. I froze up the moment I knew something was watching me. Well, if I'm gonna die, I hope it'll be fast, I thought. All I heard next was a branch breaking behind a tree somewhat further away from me.

My senses finally came back at once, and I darted forward, running for my life. I didn't look behind me, and I didn't know what exactly it was, but I was scared to death. Every noise was blocked out and I just ran, until something like a thick tree appeared in front of me. I couldn't react in time and ran right into it. Though for a tree, it wasn't very hard, my head still hurt after running into it.

I fell to the ground, looking up in terror. Whatever this thing was, it was at least twice my size. A large hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up. It had sharp claws, and despite that, it was very gentle with me. But that couldn't stop me from shaking. I didn't see the head of this thing, only the glowing red eyes that scanned me. It turned around and dragged me deeper into the forest. More questions started running through my head, and I got even more confused. I just followed it. I will most probably die soon, I thought, accepting my fate. I didn't dare try to escape its grip. It most likely would shred me apart, and though I accepted my fate, I still wished to die later than sooner.

After about five minutes we reached a small town. No one was outside. It was quiet. The thing turned around to look at me.

- Hey, everyone! I found a human!- It shouted.

By some miracle, I understood what it said. Or rather, what HE said. Other beings like him came out of the houses and everywhere. My fear just grew a lot bigger, and I couldn't handle it anymore. Everything around me became dark.

I probably fainted. I don't know for how long. Maybe it's just a bad dream. After all, I do have an active fantasy. And all this is just a figment of my imagination. It would've been nice to believe all this if I had woken up in my bed, or at least a human beside the bed I was laying in. I sat up looking and first I noticed how big the bed was. Then I noticed the creature that sat beside the bed on a chair. It was at least seven and a half foot tall, and she was a female smiling warmly at me. Her smile made me feel a bit more at ease, but I didn't let my guard down. She didn't seem like she meant harm, unlike the one that dragged me here.

-Finally. You're awake. - She smiled even more - I'm Layan.

She stretched out her arm to shake my hand. Seeing her sharp claws made my earlier confidence almost disappear.

-Joan. - I muttered whilst shaking her hand. - Where am I?

- You're still on earth if that's what you're wondering about that. - she reassured me. - Welcome to Okririth.

- But how? What? What are you? - I asked, confused.

- Well that's a bit complicated. It's almost like a parallel universe. But not really. We are Wralirs and we coexist with you. We just use a magic border to protect ourselves. You managed to accidentally go through one of the gates. - she explained.

I didn't completely understand it, but I nodded regardless. - And who was the one who dragged me here?

- Oh, he?- her smile became unsure. - He's the son of our ruler.

- Can I know more about him? - I asked, though Layan's reaction made me rethink if I had to ask this question

Her face darkened. She really didn't want to talk about it. But before I could apologize, she started speaking.

- He's the first and only son of our king. He's rude, selfish, and stubborn. Not once have I heard a nice word from him. Honestly, I'm not the only one here who doesn't want him to be our next ruler. But our king insists that he will become better. Last time, he beat someone up for no reason. If I can give you one piece of advice, it's to stay away from him. - She pleaded.

I nodded. If I weren't so curious, I would've probably taken her advice, but that was near impossible. I had to get sure of the prince's mean behavior myself.

- Oh, and our king approved of your stay, and you can freely leave this place whenever you want, under one condition. - she added as her smile returned.

- Which is?

- You have to keep our existence a secret.

-Alright. Thanks, Layan.

- No problem. And if you need anything or have any questions, just ask me. Oh, and I've prepared some breakfast for you. - she smiled handing me a plate with food on it.

After I finished eating, I thanked her once more before leaving the house. I was shocked that just the door handle was at the height of my chin. Opening the door was a little bit harder than I thought, but I got out without needing Layan's help. It was a beautiful, warm summer day. The Wralirs, despite their appearance, were surprisingly nice. They all had long bushy hair, sharp, shark like teeth, claws like that of a hawk, and a tail similar to that of a lion's.

I walked out of the town, back into the forest. Although this was so new and so sudden, I felt happy. I never liked the monotonous office work I had to do every day. The Wralirs were happy beings. And other than their appearance and lifestyle, they were much like humans. I felt like I was in a small town of humans who just isolated themselves from society for good. I only went back to the forest to process everything that happened to me.

I didn't have to search long before I found a small river. It wasn't far from the town, but far enough to not hear the town's noises anymore. I just sat down next to the river, watching its surface shimmer in the sunlight. What I didn't notice was that someone was already resting next to the river.

-Hey! - I jumped a bit at the deep voice. I didn't think anyone else was there beside me.

-Hey. - I smiled at the Wralir. He was sitting about ten feet away from me. - I'm Joan.

-Casimir. - was the simple answer he gave. His voice was cold and unfriendly. But that wasn't enough for me to stop talking to him.

He was sitting so I couldn't tell his height. He had black hair, and beautiful, light grey horns decorated the top of his head. His clothes were not different from the others. He wore a pair of loose jeans and a white shirt, which was only a bit tight around his chest. His eyes despite being a beautiful crimson red, they looked at me coldly. Who is he? I wanted to know more about him. Especially why he sounded so unfriendly.

- Could you stop staring like that? - it was more of a command than a question.

I quickly looked away, blushing in embarrassment. I didn't mean to stare, at least not for this long. All this is just so new to me. But that doesn't really excuse my staring.

-Sorry. I didn't mean to. - I said almost in a whisper.

He turned his head towards me, then looked back at the river and sighed.

- Not so easy, right? - he knew exactly what I felt. I shook my head in response. - That explains why you're here.

I looked at him once again.

- And why are you here? - I asked out of curiosity.

Silence. He didn't trust me enough for that yet. But that's okay. I wouldn't spill my problems out to a complete stranger right away.

The river was like a golden mirror as the sun shone down on it. Birds were chirping, and the wind lightly danced with the green leaves of the trees hovering above us. Something about this place was so soothing, unlike home. But even though it was so calm, there lingered thoughts of work and my family in the back of my mind.

- You're thinking about your home, is that right? - he asked like he was reading my mind.

-Yeah - I sighed. - I don't want to go back, but I can't help wondering if my family will miss me.

Casimir hummed understandingly.

- You know, I can bring you back to your world. - he offered. - But I'm not sure if I can trust you.

-I live alone near the forest. I just want to take some of my personal belongings with me. I'll be back by dawn. I swear on my life.

Casimir looked at me with doubt. I was completely ready for him to say no, and a depressing feeling sat onto my chest.

-Fine. - he said. - Just remember to keep your promise.

I was overjoyed. I jumped up from my place and I would've kissed Casimir right then and there. But I had some self-control over myself. Casimir saw my joy and smiled a bit to himself, which I saw for half a second before it vanished.

He slowly stood up, and that's when I saw how tall he actually was. I am considered a tall person, so Casimir is a giant. I am 5'8" feet tall and he was about two heads taller than me, so he's about 8'2" feet tall. I just watched him shocked.

We started walking deeper into the forest. Casimir walked completely normally, but I almost had to run to keep up with him. He had way longer legs than I did. Once he finally realized that I can't keep up with him, he slowed down a bit. And he had the audacity to smirk in amusement at my shortness. I would've loved to wipe that stupid grin off his face.

At one point during our walk, I felt some change. I had a feeling that that's when we went through the gate. The walk was quiet until we reached the edge of the forest. There, Casimir stopped. I understood, he couldn't come with me to my house.

- I'll be back soon. - I told him. - I'll try to hurry.

And with that, I left. I walked for maybe twenty minutes before I reached my house. It was a small white wall building. It was weird entering my home knowing, I'll probably never return. It's kinda sad. I grabbed one of my larger backpacks and put away some clothes, my favorite book, my favorite summer dress, and a ring that my mother gave me when I was younger. Though I had no particularly good memory linked to her.

Walking around my house one last time, I took in everything. The smell, the looks, and the feelings. It was a poorly decorated home. I was only going home to sleep so I only had one or two plastic plants around the house, nothing more.

But leaving my past life suddenly seemed so hard. Wouldn't I have given everything before this for a chance to change my life? Wasn't this all I'd wanted all along?

I finally stood at the front door. It was open. The choice was mine, on what to do next. Whatever I chose I had to bear the consequences because there will be no going back. And then, I stepped through the door. I didn't bother closing the door. I was finally free. Tears dwelled in my eyes from the overwhelming happiness. I knew that I will be entering a society, with different norms. A completely new culture. I knew that I would have to learn a lot of new things and that I will be like a newborn baby among the Wralirs. But all of that was fine because now I was free.

Very soon I reached the forest, but I didn't see Casimir anywhere. I went a bit deeper into the forest before I called out to him.

- Casimir? - I called. - Casi--

- I'm right here. Stop yelling!! - he growled from behind me.

He looked at me in silence for a while.

- So you actually decide to stay, huh?

I nodded in response. He just turned around and started walking. I stayed a bit behind him. And during our walk, his tail didn't stop swaying. Was he happy that I stayed? I asked myself, but that was most likely not the answer. I mean we barely knew each other.

When we finally reached the town again, the sun was just a bit above the horizon. And then we parted ways. I had to find Layan because I didn't really know where else I should go. I did found her house, but it was locked, so the only thing I could do was knock. The red-haired Wralir soon opened the door. She smiled at me brightly.

- Hey Joan. - she greeted me. - How was today?

- Oh, I just went back to my house to pack some of my clothes. - I told her. - And Casimir helped me find the portal, and also brought me back.

Layan's smile immediately twisted into something between fear and shock. I looked at her questioningly.

- What is it Layan?

- Didn't I tell you who the prince was? - she asked with a shaky voice.

I shook my head. But I started to guess who it was.

- It's Casimir. Oh dear lord. At least you're still in one piece. - she hugged me. - Come in, I've prepared some soup.

To be honest I didn't even notice how hungry I was until Layan mentioned the soup. The smell of freshly prepared vegetable soup filled the house. Once I smelled it, my stomach started rumbling. My face immediately shaded to a cherry red. Layan just giggled as she ushered me to the table to sit down. In truth, it was more like sitting up than down on it. Very soon Layan put a steaming hot bowl of soup in front of me, then sat across the table.

- I hope you like it. - she smiled, putting down her portion of soup.

I sank my spoon into the bowl taking a sip out of the soup. As the tasty fluid spread through my mouth, small tears dwelled in my eyes. I couldn't describe the feeling I felt when I ate the soup. It was like it brought back a forgotten memory of my childhood. Something that made me feel safe and loved.

- Is everything okay? - I heard a concerned voice.

I nodded: - You're a very talented cook Layan. This soup is just delicious.

Layan smiled at my compliment, as I quickly finished my food. After my bowl became empty I told her about my day and everyone I met.

- But you know, I still don't understand one thing. - I said in deep thought.

- And that is?

- If Casimir is so evil, how come he was so nice to me?

- Well, that's one thing I can't give you the answer to. It's as big of a mystery to me as it is to you. - she said. - That's something you'll have to ask him yourself, once you get the chance.

I nodded.

- Do you mind if I stay tonight? I don't have anywhere to go. - I asked.

- Of course. You can stay for as long as you want. The room you woke up in today was my sister's. I don't have any use for it, so you can have it. - she laughed.

- Thanks again - I smiled warmly. - For everything.

I took my backpack from the foot of my chair and went inside the room. The backpack landed with a thud as I threw it on the bed. I took out my clothes and folded them into the wardrobe at the end of my bed, where I could still reach them. I put my favorite book onto the nightstand, and lastly the ring. I sat onto the bed as I was still looking at the ring. It wasn't something expensive. She probably bought it for a few bucks. But it still felt good to hold it in my hand. I sighed as I put it in the drawer of the nightstand. I felt quite tired. It was a long day. I quickly changed into the pajamas I took with me and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and before I could count the imaginary sheep jumping over my head, I was asleep.

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Word count: 3031 words

A/n: Dear reader,

Thank you for reading so far. I hope you liked my first fully written chapter. English is not my first language so I am waiting for any grammatical corrections.

Thank you again for any support.

#fantasy #authors #authors of tumblr #authors on tumblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #writing #monster #monster lover #monster fluff #fantasy writing #fantasy wip #work in progress #wip book #tumblr

[mothheart]

(we want to know EVERYTHING LOL)

yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated

green: do you have a favourite flower?

purple: a poem you think describes your closest friend

magenta: do you keep your fingernails long or short?

coral: an animal you wish hadn’t gone extinct

grey: how many languages do you speak? do you want to learn any more?

cyan Are you religious? spiritual?

rose: favourite scent on a person?

 cream: any piercings or tattoos? do you want any?

ebony: would you ever want to play a game on television?

(jeopardy, family fued, etc)

lavender: relationship status?

mauve: any unpopular opinions?

gold: do you wear your socks mismatched?

ginger: any sideblogs?

wine: do you have a ‘type’

mahogany: your sun, moon, and rising signs

amethyst: do you collect anything?

mint: favourite flavour of gum?

prussian blue: what’s your first choice at the vending machine

rose quartz: rings or necklaces

apricot: opinion on 3 in 1 body wash/hair wash 

magnolia: your Instagram handle?

Yellow:

Hmm let me think... i guess maybe Grouper lol? I don't listen to a ton of really obscure stuff I think. But I rly like their stuff. It's good writing music for me

Green:

Hyacinths.... They're so pretty. Was one of my favorite flowers to fill my island with on acnh lol. But I also rly love sunflowers.

Purple:

Feel weird for this one bc idk if who i consider my closest friend considers me theirs but it's expected when I have like 3 friends lol but anyway

Magenta:

Short. I hate how they look when I don't file them but filing my nails is one of the worst fucking sensory experiences for me so I just keep them short lol. But it's also kind of a bad sensory experience when I cut them for a day or two...... hell

Coral:

Passenger pigeons and Tasmanian tigers. :( but every animal that's ever gone extinct because of humans also. I am passionate and emotional abt animals lol

Grey:

Only English :( god yes I wanna learn more. I'm so insecure about my ability to learn and retain information though. Very bad memory issues. Also I'm just not very book smart I think. I'd really love to learn Japanese if I ever could.

Cyan:

No to both lol kinda got religious trauma and religion and spiritual things make me pretty uncomfortable

Rose:

Kinda boring but. No scent I would say. Most strong scents trigger asthma attacks and migraines for me :/

Cream:

I have a big midna tattoo on my left arm and a little neko atsume cat and soot sprite on my right arm and I have a daith piercing. I literally want to be covered in tattoos and piercings but I do not have money lol. Especially want septum + eyebrow + snake bites + bridge + navel piercings....

Ebony:

No!!! I have debilitating social anxiety. Even if I didn't I don't think I'd want it lol

Lavender:

Single and probably too traumatized from my last relationship to get into a romantic relationship but also I'm a hopeless romantic so lol

Mauve:

Oh sure yeah....... but I'm afraid of sharing them because I've been attacked by transphobes and stuff for doing so on here before loool

Gold:

Yes! Its fun it makes my brain happy. I do have these one specific pair of eevee socks that I like always wear and don't mismatch with other socks but when I wear other ones I love to mismatch them

Ginger:

No lol everything I like just goes on here and has since like 2014. Probably could have avoided some weird fallouts with weird people if I had more blogs for certain things but that's too much effort

Wine:

Idk...... not really maybe. I like tall men. Big men. Strong. Not like super buff but also I like to be manhandled so lol

Mahogany:

I'm so sorry I really don't know and I don't care to find out 😭 I just know I'm a Virgo for when I was born (August 30th)

Amythst:

Oh my god so many things..... stuffed animals (especially squishmallows I have like 60+), figurines though I don't have as much as I'd like, lots of amiibos (mostly tloz), buttons and enamel pins, just lots of small cute things, cups, anything w foxes especially bc theyre one of my favorite animals, stickers, uhh there's probably more but u get the point

Mint:

Not a big fan and I don't think I've had gum in at least two years bc braces and then I haven't had any even after getting them off but. Anything fruity I guess is good

Prussian blue:

Probably kit Kat or just like cheddar sunchips lol I prefer white chocolate kit Kat but I don't think I've ever seen a vending machine that has it

Rose quartz:

Necklaces :> I have a few cute ones. Never been big on rings. I think they'd drive me crazy

Apricot:

Very cishet male of me but it's whatever. I use head and shoulders and it's kind of easier really bc less time I have to spend in the shower considering I'm almost always at least a little fatigued and showers are hell

Magnolia:

elxctrical and rxbzombie - first is my dead main for public reasons or whatever and the second is a spam/vent I've had for forever that's also pretty dead now and has an embarrassing amount of trauma history lol

#dont wanna format im lazy </3 #tytyyyy 💖💖💖💖💖 #miles rambles #long post

[whimsyqueen]

Good morning, good morning, hope classes are going well for you!

First, 'cause I feel like I might've missed it: how'd gay princesses go?

Second, all about Rebekah please, since it sounds like she might be a little more forthcoming than Esther. (If you want some opening questions: what's her preferred murder method, what's her favorite card in Cards Against Humanity, and what kind of bat can she turn into?)

BESTIE!!!!! @aohendo remind me to send u the link to the google doc for gay princesses bc I want you specifically to read it so badly, I’ll do that later today I promise you

Now!!! To answer your questions:

Rebekah is an absolute DELIGHT. I think I said this in her little mini summary, but she definitely has the most trouble actually acting HUMAN out of all of them. It’s an escapism tactic, she had a really really bad life and Delilah definitely saved her from a lot, so she just sort of threw all of her pent-up rage and trauma into being a vampire! It’s hard to find her without at least one bloodstain somewhere on her person, and they stand out particularly more because she’s just so damn pale. Like literally, white hair, dead-looking skin, the works. She embraces it, and has never been happier. She also just likes to *stare*. And by this, I mean she is happiest when she can purposefully unsettle people by staring at them, saying weird shit to them, anything to just absolutely put them the fuck off.

Her favorite murder method is something I call “exsanguination with style” where essentially she’ll hang someone upside down and gut them like a pig and just… hang out in the blood. It’s a pastime of hers, for sure.

Her favorite cards against humanity card is definitely without question luring my husband to the bedroom with a trail of ferret teeth and appearing on the bed in a ferret costume. (Esther’s is German Dungeon Porn, Delilah’s is Tasteful Sideboob, and Judith and Maggie have the same one: A Disappointing Birthday Party. As a special bonus, Carrie’s is Some Goddamn Peace and Quiet)

And this question made me absolutely fully decide what kind of bats they ALL turn into, so here’s that: Rebekah is a Honduran white bat, Delilah is a vampire bat, because of course she is, Esther is a black flying fox, and Judith and Maggie are both Kitti’s hog-nosed bats

Thank you for the questions!!! This one was fun!!

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[sweettsubaki]

A few days ago I finally took the step to catch up on Natsume Yuujinchou which I haven't read in over ten years.

I watched the first ep when it came out and when I looked it up I realized the 2nd volume was just gonna be released a few days afterwards (don't ask me more, that was almost 15 years ago). Which I bought (well my mom bought me, I was barely 16 and had no money), then procedeed to catch up on the translated chapters (I don't know if it's still the case but back then I think there was something like a 6 chapters/6 months up to 10 chap/months difference between the chapter release in Japan and the fantrad).

I stopped reading around the time my mom died at the end of 2012 bc it was monthly and I already have a hard time keeping up with monthly releases and back then I wasn't in the mood for this kind of waiting.

I also never went past season 2 bc keeping Sasada around wasn't a change I cared for. I didn't really mind but it didn't make things more interesting so it was meh and I didn't care for the OP/ED of s3 (look after s2's opening, s3's OP was disappointing and since I didn't have the curiosity of what will happen next? For the main arcs and I was mostly indifferent to the characters added/reused for fillers ('xcept fox kid) so there wasn't enough to keep me around).

So I thought: why not go back through watching the anime since there are lots of seasons now and a few filler characters won't be too bad. Which I did, and it was...good at first, then nice...

And the more I watched, the weirder some things seemed to be (like Natori, Taki and Tanuma's personalities, or Natsume being weirdly open when I remembered how closed off he was and how opening himself up was harder than that or the weird shippy vibe between Taki and Natsume (or even Taki and Tanuma) which was even weirder because I remembered shipping TanuNatsu because of Tanuma's role as an anchor and the developing trust between them and his role in helping Natsume opening up).

But I thought that maybe I just didn't remember it that well as it has been 10 years since I last read it, but while I started the manga, I also browsed tumblr and I stumbled upon metas explaining how the anime to... Basically stereotypicalize the characters so they'd fit in the cases these characters would normally fit (heroic MC who saves his friends, soft and empathetic girl(friend of the MC), wise big brother who is touched by the younger, more naive MC, and the protective and assertive best friend of the MC who's useless and gets in the way but is still loved).

So 1. I was glad I actually remembered it fairly well, especially since I remembered liking it because of the fact it went about it differently. And especially because human (and yokai) connections were pretty much at the center of the story.

2. I was sad that they basically no homo-ed a story that was so queer I read big metas on how queer-themed it was on several websites both in English AND French back in 2009 (it was a lot harder to find these kinds of métas in french if you weren't already part of queer communities back then). And I'm not talking about TanuNatsu but of everything else. One of the métas I read yesterday showed how heteronormativity literally twisted the themes of the story, the characters, and their development.

3. They tried to have some characters make nice so that they wouldn't be as wary and aggressive towards other characters yet the fact that the author allowed her characters to feel like that toward people who felt hurt by the other's actions and/or beliefs was something that was important to me so I'm glad it wasn't just in my mind

#Natsume's Book of Friends #Natsume Yuujinchou #Natsume Takashi #Tanuma Kaname #Natori Shuuichi #Taki Tooru

[wuxiaphoenix]

Stray Thoughts: Cultivating Monsters

Odd thought I had the other morning: advances in human technology and increased population should lead to more supernatural creatures, not less.

I know this seems counterintuitive, and certainly counter to so many “the Magic Goes Away” fantasies. Let me lay out my reasoning.

Monsters tend to have three main origins. First, they may be a manifested fear of the unknown. Second, maybe they’re predators like wolves and tigers, just of supernatural lineage. Third (more common in modern Asian stories, but check out just about any folklore), they were regular creatures that somehow evolved to take on more human-like forms and mentalities.

So how does the modern world affect each of these?

I would argue the modern world has a greater scope for fear of the unknown than just about any time in the past. Sure, a millennium or even a hundred years ago you might not know what was going on half a world away, but most of the time, it didn’t matter. The odds of it affecting you personally were small. (Unless you’re talking something like Krakatoa, but hey.) Now we live in a world where not only do we not know exactly what’s going on half a world away, but we also know for sure it could wind up literally in our laps by way of a plane ride. That’s a lot of fear. Compound that with how much scientific knowledge of the world is currently out there, too much for any one person to grasp. Meaning there’s all that which we know we don’t know. That’s a lot of Unknown to be terrified of.

There are also more people in the world than any time in history, supported by advanced agriculture and health care. If you see monsters as just weird predators on humans, then there should be more of them out there than ever. Predators expand to match their prey base. All they need is a way to hide from prey, and they’re set.

Finally, if monsters are creatures that wanted a human form - if you’re a nonhuman looking at humans through most of history, there’s not a lot of advantages to being human (ish). Smaller than a lot of predators, weaker, no claws, no wings, a lifetime of constant toil to stay fed.... About all we’ve got going for us is the opposable thumb.

In the internet age, that thumb opens the way to wonders. And there are labor-saving devices all over the place. Washers! Dryers! Microwaves! Kindles! Even with the attention span of your typical drunken fox spirit, you can manage a hot meal, a nice, clean bed, and a library of esoteric knowledge (or racy porn) at your fingertips. That’s a lot more drive to cultivate a human form.

Given that - how do you think modern monsters should evolve?

#creative writing #worldbuilding #stray thoughts

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 216

Girls, Girls, Girls/Robot of Sherwood

“Girls, Girls, Girls”

Plot Description: After discovering powerful with Rowena is recruiting followed, Sam and Dean come up with a plan to capture her. But they’ve got competition

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I literally have no idea. Will check in later with a verdict

Dean’s on a dating apppppp!!! I mostly find it fascinating because he’s always tried to be so under the radar (probably because of all the credit card fraud, impersonating law enforcement, and murder charges but you know…)

Nooooooo, oh no. Poor baby’s first catfish. Sam knows it. I know it. Dean’ll figure it out. Oh…I guess, uh, it’s…not a catfish. My apologies, Dean

CAS AND HANNAH ARE BACK!! Hannah. Hannah, no. HELLO?? HANNAH?! What a weird non-attempt attempt at seducing Castiel. She doesn’t NEED to shower, but she’s going to go take one anyway…but like, did you have to strip in the middle of the room?? Does Hannah not wear a bra?? Are her tits just naturally at that placement? Good for you, girl

I’m taking back most of my apology. Omg…DEAN, DO NOT TRADE YOUR SOUL FOR SEX.

Uh oh. Hannah’s vessel’s husband has come into the picture

Rowena’s a total milf. She’s beautiful, she’s powerful, she just rescued a couple sex workers from exploitation, she’s even Scottish

Oh, Hannah…this is a mess now…

Rowena showing these girls how to get what they want, what they deserve. Good for her!!

If a spell hasn’t been used in 300 years and was only known by one person, WHY CAN SAM JUST GOOGLE IT??

ROWENA!!! I don’t think he’ll get workers comp if you KILL him

Nooooo, not this dude again. Marine dude with the grudge against Dean

Hannah, you are just lying to yourself now. I know you’re in love with Cas. Everyone can see it. That was not just convincing your vessel’s husband that she moved on from him

That’s the perfect pondering bridge, though. This…was unexpected. But I do kind of like it. I’ll miss Hannah, but her decision to give Caroline her life back after feeling her call out for her husband. It’s a good ending

Ah, dang. Why’d you have to kill one of your pupils, Rowena??

Omggg, can we just get rid of this guy?? I just don’t wanna see Grear Value Jeremy Renner anymore. This plotline isn’t interesting and it never was

Oh, Dean how wrong you are about how your story ends. It’s not the edge of a blade or the barrel of a gun…it’s so much shittier. It’s the end of a rusty nail…

You did the right thing, Cas. Even though it hurts. Oh….oh Cas…googling Jimmy Novak.

HER FERAL TAUNTING OF CROWLEYYYYY THOOOOOO

“Robot of Sherwood”

Plot Description: when robots threaten Sherwood Forest, the Doctor must team up with Robin Hood

This is legitimately one of like two episodes I remember from this season (which I believe was the last season I watched)

Disney’s fox Robin Hood is hotter :/

Robin is so earnest and the Doctor is so cynical, so the combination is kind of delightful.

Clara’s so smitten. She definitely saw the Disney cartoon

The Doctor taking all kinds of samples (hair, blood, etc. he took friar tuck’s sandal) because there’s no way any of this is real

🥺 just Clara noticing he’s sad because Robin laughs too much. Because she knew a man who laughed too much because he was sad, and the way the Doctor doesn’t recognize it and calls Robin and his merry men simple for it 🥺

*agonized wailing* “when did you stop believing in anything?” “When did you start believing in impossible heroes?” Like she’s not looking directly at one

Doctor wtf…changing up the Robin Hood myth?!

Oh the robots are BAD bad. If a human gets tired doing whatever job the robots are having them do…death. What an interesting commentary that could make

It’s about time Clara yelled at them for being idiots

The Sheriff thinks Clara is the ring leader. OBVIOUSLY. You two were just pointlessly bickering the whole time

She’s very good at playing men. It’s fun to watch. They’ll tell her anything, trust her with any story or information…well, til they decide they should wed her

Oh nooo, this is the part where Robin realizes he’s not real ☹️

Even if he’s not real, Clara’s having such a good time. I’m so glad she got to have this. Maybe it wasn’t EVERYTHING she thought it would be, but it was amazing nonetheless

Awwwww, and the Doctor reunited him with Marian 🥹

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[airasilver]

Recently, I asked the BuzzFeed Community members to tell us what universally beloved thing would be an immediate red flag if they heard someone say they hated it.

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Well, people shared all sorts of things they would think is weird if they heard someone say they hated it, and I have to agree with this list:

1.

"Hugh Jackman — he can sing, dance, play an action hero, and one of the nicest, down to earth guys in showbiz; love him."

—samanthaa48de964fd

2.

". I get not liking the lines or the crowds at the theme parks or hating a specific movie, but I don’t trust people who can’t find at least a little bit of joy in Disney, Marvel, or Star Wars."

—crazydolllady875

3.

"Betty White. She was absolutely beloved."

—bethannbo

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4.

"The Beatles. Really? You hate ALL their songs???"

—hannahd41c52c3ee

5.

"Keanu Reeves. He is a national treasure of a human being."

—jeremyo811

6.

"The Muppets. Literally, they're just pure joy."

—Anonymous

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7.

"Mister Rogers. I just think anyone who doesn’t like him or Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood is an unkind person."

—mikew419319685

8.

"Unless you have dietary reason you can't eat it, my red flag would have to be pizza."

—Anonymous

9.

"One of my ex friends always said she didn’t like ice cream. Emphasis on the EX friend — total red flag looking back now."

—hamhamham4545

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10.

"Going on vacation. If someone doesn't like taking some time off, even if it's just for a stay-cation, then I seriously question them."

—Anonymous

11.

"Animation in general. Obviously, you won't like everything, but anyone who just 'doesn't like cartoons' gets a big NOPE from me."

—amaneaux

12.

"Tom Hanks or Bob Ross. Never heard someone say a bad thing about them, and I hope not to."

—a_classic_rose

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13.

"Music. There is just no way you can say you hate all music!!!"

—Anonymous

14.

"Not liking the outdoors. I get not loving bugs or all types of weather, but when someone says 'I hate nature,' I just want to get as far away from them as possible."

—marisaagain

15.

"The movie Titanic. If it doesn’t reduce you to a blubbering mess of goo by the end, you’re dead inside."

—thorin

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16.

"I know it was mentioned, but I got to agree with the Toy Story movies. You gotta like at least one of them, and if you don't, you're probably dead inside."

—Anonymous

17.

"Animals, in general, but specifically dogs and cats."

—derby1991

18.

And lastly: "Hmmm, nobody mentioned Dolly Parton, so I’ll add that one to the list."

—sandrac4c3faf3dc

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Yeah no. I don’t like the Beatles. I like Queen better. Doesn’t mean it’s a red flag. Same with Titanic. I watched it, won’t again. Marvel, Disney, Star Wars, etc I can understand not liking them. The comics especially are annoying with all the recons and more.

You all have low standards. Get better ones.

#humanity #red flags #opinions

[jianghuchild]

A Poorly Structured Essay About Why Wes Chan Owns Me

Have any of you watched Left on Shing Wong? It's a 5-minute short film by Wong Fu Productions about a man in Hong Kong who meets... a fairy? An immortal?? According to herself, she collects people's forgotten memories and forms inspiration out of them. The film is part of a larger collection called The One Days HK, which include such notable classics as Lost to Luck and The Spare. That was also their era of just... weird, experimental shit. Like, seriously, have you seen When Five Fell?

Point being, this thing latched onto my brain for the better part of five years and refused to let go. So here's an essay to deal with it.

Part 1: The Title

Oh, you thought I was just going to start expounding on the symbolism of memories? No. I have watched this film start to finish more times than I have reread a Seamus Heaney poem. Which means we can’t approach this like normal film analysis, or even indeed like novel analysis. We approach this the way fifteen-year-old me approached “Personal Helicon” and all other poetry when none of it made sense. Which means we start with the title.

Shing Wong, aka 城隍神, is a type of local deity who guards the city and ferries its residents to the afterlife. And Hong Kong does indeed have its own Shing Wong temple. So, Left on Shing Wong. Something is being left at the temple. Or more precisely, left to the city god. The Chinese title, 城隍遗忆, is a not-quite direct translation. It has all the same moving parts as the English title, but the connotation is interesting. The Chinese language has a tendency to fit more into less. So the phrase they use for “Left on” actually means something more like “leaving memories,” 遗忆. The word for “left” (遗) denotes something like a will, or even regrets—something left behind not by choice, but by an end. The lack of prepositions also makes it ambiguous whether the memories are left to Shing Wong or left by Shing Wong. Which makes sense, considering how the film ends: with the woman leaving Vincent with a new thought.

Now this is where I start drawing connections that don’t exist and have little to no textual support. But a little apophenia never hurt anybody. The story of the film revolves around a writer, Vincent, who meets a strange woman. She says she keeps the memories and thoughts that are lost by the people of the city, and either returns them at the right moment or makes them into something new—inspiration. If we suppose that this woman is, in fact, Shing Wong, then that brings some interesting implications. Traditionally, Shing Wong protects the city on a physical level. The Chinese name literally refers to walls and moats. This Shing Wong is a keeper of thoughts and memories. The implication is clear: the city is its people, and the people are their memories. And when memories are lost forever, is that person a little bit dead? But new thoughts are born—reincarnated, if you will. It’s all a series of microcosm afterlives as parts of us die and are reborn in another.

Maybe you still remember your childhood friend’s birthday, but they’ve long forgotten you exist. Maybe someone out there solves a math problem the way you taught them, but you don’t even remember learning it. We’re all constantly planting thoughts in each others’ heads while our own thoughts grow and wither.

Part 2: The Cat

I’m not going to go on and on about this. Cats have a folkloric connection to the spirit world. Supposedly they can see the yin, or the realm of spirits. And there are two very deliberate shots of a cat in this film. Once on the title card, implying its connection to Shing Wong, and once showing us that the cat can see the marbles. Cats are also considered household guardians, and there is a story of a nine-tailed cat who, like the fox, could cultivate and become human. Which has interesting implications for our mysterious woman. And would you look at that, Vincent can see the woman and the marbles. He can see the spirit world. What does that mean? Is Vincent a cat?? (frantic breathing)

Probably... not?? I mean, Vincent’s friend can see the marble at the end as well, but that’s only after Vincent picks it up. But I do find the connection interesting. Maybe his role as a storyteller also makes him a guardian of sorts. If Shing Wong is a keeper of thoughts, then stories are just thoughts woven into tapestries. (Storytellers telling stories about how storytelling is important always feels a little self-gratifying, but hey—I'm a storyteller, and I know we all have egos.)

And if I’m honest, I’m definitely reading way too much into this. It’s a cat. It’s two shots of a cat out of the entire film. Hong Kong has a lot of cats. It’s also a very pretty cat. And Wes Chan has a good eye for aesthetics. Shall we leave it there? Let’s leave it there.

Part 3: The Stairs

Archetypically, stairs represent a journey. They visualize a character’s growth and the stages of their story. And this is where Shing Wong collects dead memories: in the space between stages of life. When you move out of your childhood home, you forget about that patch of mold in the ceiling. You leave behind your beloved wallpaper and paint your new room a different colour. When you graduate, you lose touch with your friends and make new ones at work. When you get married, if you get married, you leave behind your parents and move on to your spouse, or even your children, grandchildren—or students, teachers, cousins, friends. At every stage in life, you are touching lives around you, losing bits of yourself and picking up bits of others. By the time Shing Wong is done with us, there is no true Theseus’ ship because we have all reincarnated an infinite number of times, dying and being reborn in the spaces between human connection. We are all so much each other that we can only be ourselves.

But more and more, Shing Wong laments, people do not take the stairs. “No one has the time.” More and more, she says, people would rather rush forward. You keep going up and up and up, thinking, “It’ll be better when I graduate. I’ll be happy when I’m promoted. I’ll just keep grinding until I’ve retired.” And it’s not always our fault, either. Who built the escalators? Who put all the good things on the 100th floor and said to the basement, “Just keep climbing,” when they’ve got condos on the 99th? Of course we have no time for stairs. Of course we have no time to plant in each others’ heads, to cultivate our little gardens of connections when the world tells us that our peers are only good for stepping stones to keep going up and up and up. And when we let ourselves die like that, there’s nothing left for rebirth. Shing Wong can’t reach us.

But there’s hope in this story. Vincent takes the stairs. He sits on the steps and writes his book. When we tell each other stories, we are passing our most precious thoughts for Shing Wong to keep. Stories immortalize us, like spores of anthrax in the lungs of an ever-cruel machine. Scheherezade is still alive. Li Qingzhao is still alive. Howard Ashman, who gave a mermaid her voice and a beast his soul, is still alive. Because they were entrusted to Shing Wong, and Shing Wong entrusts them to us.

Conclusion

Does Left on Shing Wong have to mean anything? Not really. Maybe it’s a five-minute video with pretty effects and nice music. Oscar Wilde would be proud, certainly. But I like the idea of seeing an ocean in a puddle. Because whether he meant to or not, Wes Chan gave us a story about the beauty of connection, about how lost things aren’t truly lost, only passed on—if we take the time to pass them on. Wong Fu Productions’ newer shorts are nothing like this one. Their content is always amazing, of course, but maybe the era of the One Days series is long over. Maybe they will never recapture this transient, magical moment of nearly a decade ago. But they took this lost moment and they entrusted it to the guardian of thoughts. And now this five-minute thought, although dead, is reborn again and again (because I have no self-control and keep gotdamn watching it). And when it comes to something as ephemeral as human memory, maybe that’s all we can really hope for.

Also Kenson Lee has just the nicest Ghibli-esque soundtrack for this film.

#m's writing shenanigans #wong fu productions #essay #left on shing wong #i've had this written forever and i just. never published it. #i originally meant to do this as a video but i can't be bothered to edit #and i've always been more of a writer anyway

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

thirsty // tom holland

Summary: You and Tom read some thirst tweet for a BuzzFeed’s video

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: suggestive

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @amandalove​ for proofreading this! 💙

I got all of the thirst tweets from the BuzzFeed videos and some for Tom from an article from them. I don’t own any of them.

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“Hi guys, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“We are at BuzzFeed and we’re going to read some thirst tweets.”

Tom held the bucket for you and you picked a piece of paper. “Y/N Y/L/N is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye,” you read. That was a very good start. “Have you seen Megan Fox or Blake Lively? There are so many more beautiful people out there.”

Your boyfriend took the paper from your hand. “I agree with them,” he said, staring straight at the camera and pointing at you. “Have you looked at her? She’s a work of art.” You smiled at him and leaned to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

“Tom Holland is a precious bean, protect him,” Tom read. “That’s sweet. We are starting soft.”

“I think it’s gonna get worse as we continue.” You have watched some of the other celebs videos before so you knew what you got yourself into, and you knew things could get very spicy.

“Y/N Y/L/N is like a fine mixture of sexy and cute and seductive like damn girl. Thank you, I’m flattered. This is really boosting my self-esteem.”

“Tom Holland isn't just a snack he's the whole meal,” your boyfriend read. “That wasn’t that bad.”

”Y/N Y/L/N can choke me and run me over and I would say thank you and sorry for the dent in the car,” you laughed. You have seen a lot of tweets like these addressed to other people, but you never thought you would get one.

“Why would someone want to be run over by a car?” Tom asked confused. “People are into some weird shit.”

You wiped a tear from your laughing and handed the bucket to him. “I saw Spider-Man last night and Tom Holland is the purest thing in this world which is saying something because my dog exists. That’s nice. Thank you.”

“If I ever met @YOURUSERNAME I would let her roar the fuck out of me.” You frowned. “What does roar mean?”

“Whatever it is, she wouldn’t do it. Sorry, mate.” Tom took the paper from your hands and tossed it aside.

You held the bucket for him and he picked his next tweet “Tom Holland has set the standard for all Spiderman's and that's the tea.”

You nodded in agreement. “Very true.” You picked another tweet out of the bucket “Y/N Y/L/N is one fine azz woman. Thank you. That’s… that’s nice.”

“When are people going to realize that Tom Holland truly is one of the best actors of our generation?”

“I ask myself that every day,” you quickly replied.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to think that,” Tom said before picking a tweet and handing it to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N looks a lot Iike my next girlfriend,” you read, and before you even had the chance to respond, your boyfriend did it for you.

“Maybe somewhere else in the multiverse, but not in this one. Sorry, mate.”

You weren’t gonna argue with that.

“Tom Holland shirtless in Spider-Man Homecoming is my new obsession.”

“And you saw that through a screen. Imagine seeing it in person.” You faked being sweaty, and your boyfriend laughed at your antics.

You picked out another one. “I don’t think I can handle how hot Y/N Y/L/N is. I’m crying. Don’t cry. I’m not all that hot — “

“Yes, you are.” Your boyfriend argued with your statement.

You look at him. “I look like shit when I wake up.”

Tom looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “No, you don’t. You always look stunning.”

You smiled at him. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Just honest.”

“Daily reminder: Tom Holland is daddy af.”

“Oh, remember that time we were at the mall and someone yelled “zaddy” to you?” You laughed at the memory and looked straight at the camera. “If you are watching this, thank you. You made my day.”

"Y/N's boobs are my favorite thing." You covered your face in embarrassment. “Um… Thank you. My boobs appreciate your compliment.”

“I mean… Your boobs are amazing but your personality is way much better.” You felt your heart melt at your boyfriend's words.

“I love how everyone can agree that Tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians,” he read. “That’s… that’s a really nice one.”

“You are keeping that?” You laughed when you saw that he didn’t toss it out. Instead, he put it inside his pocket.

“I’m gonna hold onto that one.”

You shook your head and picked another tweet for you. “Y/N Y/L/N can get it anytime.”

“She doesn’t want it. But thank you for the offer.” Tom took the tweet from your hand and tossed it aside just like he had done before with the previous tweet.

“Tom Holland is both sexy and cute and it’s really affecting my sanity”

“Same, girl,” you commented, and picked out another tweet. “Y/N Y/L/N owns my ass.”

“She already owns an ass, and it’s a great one if I say so myself.”

“You do have a lil cute ass.”

Your boyfriend looked at you offended, “I don’t have a lil ass.”

You laughed, “I know. I’m just kidding, love.”

You handed the bucket to him and he picked a piece of paper, "My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top of me."

“Mine too!” you grinned.

“Oh my god… Mum, if you're watching this, please stop.”

You laughed and picked another tweet from the bucket. “Y/N Y/L/N can stick her tongue down my throat I guess.”

“I guess I can, but I’m not going to.” You shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I think if Tom Holland were any more perfect, my eyes would have a meltdown and I’d go blind. That’s very nice. But I’m far from perfect.”

“You are perfect for me.”

Your boyfriend’s gaze filled with adoration landed on you. “Thank you, darling.” He pulled your chair closer to him as he threw an arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Y/N Y/L/N is the most perfect human ever, I love her so much. I wish I could rub her nipples & lick cheese off her butt.” This one made you a little uncomfortable. “Um… that’s really specific.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“You shouldn’t put that on the internet.” Tom's voice was serious and you could see how he was clenching his mouth. You put a hand on his legs, letting him know everything was fine.

“I’ll pretend that my body pillow is Tom Holland.”

“I’ll tell you, he is an amazing pillow but he is MY pillow. So back off.” You turned to look at your boyfriend, he was given an amused look to you. “Any comments?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Y/N Y/L/N I love you with your glowing skin and your perfect face I just want to hug you bc you are the love of my life. This is probably one of the sweetest things ever.” You looked down at the tweet again. “I’m keeping this, I’m gonna frame it and look at it when I’m sad.”

“Tom Holland fuck me in the ass with that English accent,” he read. “Is that even possible?” Tom frowned looking at the tweet and then giving the camera a confused look.

“Why does it have to be him, though?” you questioned. “Hiddleston, Paul, and Ben also have English accents. So, you know, go and ask them.”

“I can’t believe Y/N Y/L/N invented being sexy,” you laughed. “I find it hard to believe, to the point of knowing that’s not true.” You paused for a second, before speaking again. “Who was it that invented being sexy?” you wondered. “Like, when was sexy invented?”

“Is that something that worries you now?”

“Well, it’s an interesting subject!” You defended yourself before handing the bucket to your boyfriend. “This is the last one, better be good.”

“I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to Tom Holland’s abs because fine art must be recognized.”

“Yeah, girl!” you beamed. “Also, can you share that board with me?” you whispered like it was a secret. “And that’s it… It wasn’t that bad.”

Your boyfriend glanced at you. “That’s your opinion.”

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me you didn’t have fun!”

“I would rather be roasted by Anthony and Sebastian.”

“That’s saying a lot…”

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