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ssreeder · 4 months

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Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), others to be tagged later - Relationship Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Jet (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Jee (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), A bunch of OCs, Long Feng, Joo Dee (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), General Fong (Avatar) Additional Tags: Violence, Blood and Injury, War, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, possible major character death, themes similar to the first two books, Sexism, Racism (like has already been written in first two books), dark themes, Human Trafficking, Slavery, Just a lot of dark war-like themes, there will be a battle, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Healing, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Animal Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings each chapter, Hopefully some healing for Zuko finally, no promises, but that’s the goal, Reunions, hopefully a happy ending, Sokka gets some healing too, Non-Consensual Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Leaving It All Behind Summary:

-This is the last book of the series LIAB, please go read the other two books before this, or you will be very confused-

Zuko has been taken by the Earth Kingdom army to who-knows-where, and Sokka is determined to get him back.

But he can’t do it alone.

With Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors by his side, Sokka is headed to Ba Sing Se to find Katara and Aang so they can go rescue his fire bender.

Things aren’t as easy as he had hoped. Corruption, lies, and unknown horrors await them inside the city’s walls. None of this is helping Sokka’s mental well-being.

Hakoda and his men face a problem of their own as Azula approaches with the intentions of making it rain fire.

Sokka and Zuko will both find themselves having to reintegrate back into a life they thought they left behind, with people they hardly remember. It isn’t easy for anyone, especially when they don’t recognize the person standing in front of them.

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darubyprincx · 10 months

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musings upon the paradox of hope; being an Ashes webweave

@SICKOFWOLVES / Soft Science, Franny Choi / Untitled poem from our poetry document / In the Absence of Hands, Yours will Hold Second Best / Glowing by The Oh Hellos / morningsaidthemoon / (i'll tend to the flames, you can worship the) ashes

#ray's tag #ashes au #webweave #keys' art #yo wassup #described #i decided to not be a coward and actually put image descriptions into all of these however barebones they might be #also for those of you checking the post for context: this is about a fic that i've been writing!#you can find the link to it in the last source- it's empires smp gen and currently stands at 72k words #the link takes you to chapter 21 but its easy enough to start from the beginning #heed the tags the archive warnings and the chapter notes please!

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beesorcery · 2 months

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naddpod + d20 pcs organized by campaign, dm, in-game race, class, subclass, and multiclass !! first sheet is d20 2nd is naddpod

#eeheehee #d20 #dimension 20 #naddpod #not another dnd podcast #not another d&d podcast #heed the notes attached to some cells bc that's where i stuck triple multiclasses and funky subclass switches and stuff #i am missing some info esp for d20 so if you know any of the italicized bits lmk #or if there's anything that's wrong #also idk if viewers can sort by different columns? so i have it ordered by campaign #anyway please enjoy. i have spent. too many hours on this #next im gonna post my fob spreadsheet but idk how to tag it so it is still in the drafts

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pineapplesaresweet · 11 months

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Pov; you are the cop sent to investigate that supposedly empty mall

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mostlyinconvenient · 1 year

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hey I haven't seen anyone else put this clip up. Please continue to be creative and supportive of this awesome project while keeping this in mind!

I think the link broke, so I edited it to just have the clip. We love tumblr

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tired-beholding-bitch · 8 months

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In the perfect, unbroken quiet that follows the knocking, the rattling of her punctured lungs working to take a breath is almost deafening. “We see you.” She speaks low and grating, her voice buzzing with a thousand echoes, vibrating through the holes in her throat like something else is pushing air out of her. You have never felt as afraid as you do hearing that voice. If she still had an actual mouth to do it with, you’re sure she would be smiling. “So alone,” she rasps, and the thud of her palm against the door sends you lurching back in terror, and still she goes on, “You would never have to be alone, if you let us in.” Martin encounters the entity formerly known as Jane Prentiss. It doesn't go welll.

#HEY GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE #all i have to say about this is Please heed the tags #quite different from my usual fare but i'm so happy with it #hope you'll like it!#as always thanks to my lovely saint for holding my hand and also being responsible for the original prompt for this actually #have fun!#tma #tma fic #tired writes #martin blackwood #jane prentiss #trypophobia #blood #unreality #(tagging some just to be on the safe side)

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meloncalic · 2 years

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I conduct fear like electricity A man-made monstrosity

Don't turn out the lights Kiss yourself goodnight, cause there's a killer And he's coming after you

#IM FINE #idk i just really liked what i did and wanted to color/shade it SUE ME /lh #also if you're intrigued by the story/idea behind this + WHY HE IS GODDAMN 6'5:#please go check out @/umbral-archives and @/sleeplessinspace #they do such amazing shit with the character of this pathetic man and i blame them entirely for the brainrot i have #<-if you're not a minor that is. please heed the warnings on their blogs #honestly probably my favorite murdock doodle so far #caldoodles #tw blood #cw violence #<-?? pls ask to tag #markiplier #iswm murdock

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gardenerian · 1 year

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like strings of fire | 4.7k | E rating | written for @spicygallavichcollab

mickey finds a safe and colorful way for ian to indulge himself when hypersexuality rears its ugly head.

“It’s, uh, just a lightbulb,” he explains, thumbing at his lip. Eyes never leaving Ian’s. “You can change the color and stuff.”

Ian flicks his gaze over to the lamp on their bedside table. The bulb is different from the cheap ones they’d ordered in bulk when they moved in.

He’s flooded all at once. Curiosity and craving, desire and devotion.

addtional tags: hypersexuality, mild hypomania, established relationship, anal sex, anal fingering, rimming, bottom!ian gallagher

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#is anyone even around aksdjhf #uNDER THE WIRE BABEEYY #anyways. please heed the tags #this was a uhhhHH very vulnerable thing to write #gonna hide now ✌🏻 ily #also also! ty bee for the banner it's perfect ily #and ty for all the support lovely pals #tumblr writing #spicy gallavich collab

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pepsi-maxwell · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Maxwell Jacob Friedman/CM Punk, Dax Harwood/Maxwell Jacob Friedman, Cash Wheeler/Maxwell Jacob Friedman, Adam Cole/Maxwell Jacob Friedman (implied) Characters: Maxwell Jacob Friedman, CM Punk, Dax Harwood | Scott Dawson, Cash Wheeler | Dash Wilder, Adam Cole Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Winner's Room (Hockey RPF), Anal Sex, Dacryphilia, Crying, Come as Lube, Hair-pulling, Jealousy, Marking, Forced Orgasm, Watersports, pissing inside, Praise as Degradation, Hurt No Comfort, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Gang Rape Summary:

Dax doesn’t look at either of them when he says, “You know the agreement,” and Adam feels the blood drain from his face as Max tenses up even further.

“Are you—are you seriously invoking winner’s rights on us right now?” he asks.

“Not on you,” Cash says, stone faced. “Just the guy who ate the pin.”

ftr, mjf, a winner’s room agreement, and of course, the man at the centre of all of them, cm punk

#cw noncon #cw piss #godiva writes #please please please heed the tags #also sorry that there's like ten adamjf fics and then this.

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alagaesia-headcanons · 11 months

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Relationship(s): Murtagh/Orrin

Summary: Yearning makes him careless, but five lonely, numbing years since returning war-torn to his throne have made caution lose its luster. Not everything he risks losing matters to him the way it once did, and exhaustion has worn away his strength to deny his heart what it yearns for. So Orrin escapes to find comfort in the touch of a stranger.

-What should be a stranger.

Word Count: 10,427

Warnings: Mentions of su*cidal thoughts, Implied nsfw content

A/N: HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE give it a chance, I swear there's a method to my madness! This ship is pure gold and I'll prove it. This premise for their first meeting has been in my head for years and years and it felt so good to finally polish it write it out.

#inheritance cycle #eragon #murtagh #murtagh morzansson #orrin #murtagh x orrin #mxo #my writing #ao3 #please heed the warnings #also please let this show in the tags lol #if you comment ill love you literally forever ill owe you my life #(also if you send me asks about them 👀)#i couldnt resist the temptation of posting this sooner rather than later #the long fic is still coming

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actual-sleeping-beauty · 1 year

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okay so quick while everyone is talking about tour, i'm posting this for like, ella, me, and a couple other friends.

the funny ridiculous thing about casey mcquiston publicly shitting on taylor and reputation specifically and inserting an outdated taylor dig into red, white & royal blue is that it is such a massive misread of their own characters. like, rwrb is about two men in their early twenties who cause a stir in the tabloids every time they stand next to a woman. and then they turn each other's worlds on their head in like, the blink of an eye, and they start hooking up but it's not supposed to be anything serious but then it very quickly becomes something very serious, completely by accident. everybody is watching these guys and they're trying to protect this delicate beautiful thing they're building. finding love through all the noise. like, i cannot emphasize enough the degree to which rwrb is reputation (2017) in novel form.

also, two of who i would consider the three most important characters (henry, the love interest, and june, the main character's older sister who is the emotional centerpiece of the novel) have the most taylor music taste. henry's playlist has the national, lorde, boygenius, and bon iver on it, and june's has haim, maggie rogers, the national, paramore, lorde, muna, and elle king's cover of american girl by tom petty on it.

in conclusion the distaste for taylor expressed in the text of the novel (the original printings anyway, it's been removed from everything printed after october 2022) is silly because these people would not dislike taylor, they would in fact deeply empathize with her and have a lot in common with her, if they were real.

apologies for the shitty banner

#i also just found it kinda silly that everyone was shocked that casey used to loudly hate taylor #that is evident from reading the book #what is also evident is that they no longer do #since they put mirrorball and gold rush on character playlists for their newest novel #annnnnnyway i have just been thinking thoughts for the past week about this #but i would like this to stay fairly contained so i'm posting when i know people will be distracted #also PLEASE heed the banner #taylor swift #rwrb #<- wish i had a way to tag for those so that it didn't go in the main tag but would still be filtered for my mutuals but alas

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volcanicsands · 4 months

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Dragging my heels on finishing chapter one of the yuri almondfort fic so in the meantime. Who wants a very very sad story about Earl Grey and Roguefort's estranged sibling relationship and one of the very unfortunate consequences?

#cookie run #roguefort cookie #earl grey cookie #almond cookie is also involved #but this is mostly about the siblings #heed the tags please it got rough #also I might need to add more tags oops

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allgremlinart · 2 years

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drop the comic please i need this for mental reasons

ok. ok. the panels I posted were from Batman: Legends Of The Dark Knight "Flyer" and uh. basically its about this ex Nazi lady being super, VERY UNCOMFORTABLY horny for Bruce. and. her weird cyborg son is.. jealous?? :( eeuuecgh. like it gives us some amazing panels but

like I just

I think Bruce sums It up well here

#WARNING if this isn't enough and you do decide to read this comic in its entirety #PLEASE heed this: tw for attempted SA. she straight up tries to assault him. or at least is VERY creepy when she talks to Bruce #allgremlinasks #also 'im not into bondage' most ooc Bruce line ever written :/#anon tag

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crimescrimson · 3 months

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Are the gifs you post free to use? I'd love to use some for my edits, but I wasn't sure if you'd be okay with it.

As long as you use them in things that wouldn't be uncomfortable for me to see, I've had people use them on like hard-core smut fics before and because tumblr sends me a notification every time someone uses them I have to see that shit 😭 Another thing I wouldn't recommend is using or reblogging my sets to negatively comment ON the set or game I made a set about in the first place. You can easily just scroll or make your own post for that instead of being disrespectful in my tags like I've had recently experienced. Aside from the aforementioned points you're good to go! I don't mind at all and I actually appreciate being asked for once! No-ones actually asked me before lol

#Crimson Answers #Im actually so happy to have someone ask man #I wish tumblr would allow an automatic removal of the reblogs of your posts if you blocked someone because those tags were ridiculous like #if you hate something that much dont take it out on a post appreciating it if that makes sense #as for the x readers and smut I honesty kinda find it funny but also I dont wanna see that shit man #I get theyre aesthetically pleasing but if you're gonna make specific content like that use your xbox to record a game #and put that footage through giphy or something. I mean no disrespect but its uncomfortable to be basically tagged in loads of smut content #Normal x readers I dont mind so much like I said I think its hilarious #Anyways again thank you so much for asking it means a lot! I swear people just assume this is a bot tumblr or something but I ramble in tags #quite a lot so maybe they just pay no heed to em??

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astraeal · 2 years

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chapter 3 of velvet - 'blood moon' - is posted!

#velvet #please please please heed the tags #but also read and give me comments

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ickmick · 2 months

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ashes in my way

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jon/The Archivist centric oneshot; implied martin and jonmartin, but neither are directly mentioned.

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(see more/in depth detail on ao3 endnotes)

angst , hurt no comfort , implied suicide / death , dehumanization , fear , manipulation

summary:

jon is loath to be acknowledged as he is currently. and yet, he can't stop his descent as he thinks it over. how unfortunate, that he is only a vessel. OR author's first take on an introspective angst scenario, where jon becomes The Archivist. sort of like an 'instead of a coma...' but not really at all, either. take it as you will, i just went at it until i liked it.

yeah... remember this nice drawing? well my first tma fic is the complete opposite of light hearted, rip. heed the tags, i beg of you.

jon feels… he feels like shit. the words won't come easy, even as he tries to sort it out in his head. to determine why he feels this way- what he even feels.

he tells himself to be less dramatic; to stop being selfish. if anything, he's the lucky one in this situation. he's loved, and cared for earnestly despite how utterly unworthy and pointless he is.

i don't know what i'm supposed to say, he'd confessed quietly, brows furrowed, what do you want me to say? it had practically been a plea, a begging cry hidden behind his solemn expression and tone. they hadn't answered.

it's so unbelievably cold, alone as always in his silent flat.

sometimes he pictures them here, by his side. he'd rather enjoy that, he knows it for a fact, as he's wanted so long to have an understanding companion. jon has always been starved for touch, abandoned.

his chest continues to ache, a dull throb that pulses in his ears and drowns out all coherent thought. crying is for people, a honeyed voice reminds him, people who haven't ruined everything. and he is neither of those things.

not even the duvet pulled up to his nose warms him.

part of him whispers in disbelief that hours ago he'd felt proud. he'd been happy today. all through the morning and even afternoon, he’d been productive, and filled with a feather light contentment that he hadn't held for a long time.

but there are no picture perfect days, not for The Archivist. no, it's a creature of grimaces, of secrets held close to it's chest for only itself to Know, of broken promises. it's the maker of all mistakes, past and present.

any and all delights belong to those who don't lurk in the shadows. it feels unfair, to see others practically float through life and make it to their goals. he Knows there's more to it, yet yearns for that kind of freedom blindly.

it's only right, he decides, i deserve to rot alone; i made this mess myself. each of these horrors are my own, and nobody can save me from them. jon doubts that anyone would want to to begin with.

he could See the answers, most times. whether those held weight or could be used in his favor varied. more often than not, recently, he'd fumbled them.

the ceiling is bland, as most are. cracked white texturing, with a faint water stain near one corner. his eyes scan it in the dark regardless, begging for something else to think of.

anything, he assures the ghosts in his withered heart, anything to forget even for a moment. it's his own fault, he knows that. but even so, he searches for just what he did wrong.

maybe it's the dragged out silences, the delayed responses. or maybe it's his incessant rambles, how he goes on and on about whatever holds his fancy at the moment. they used to think it was charming, endearing even as they indulged him.

for a while, he didn't notice how they'd started going quiet. how the nodding smiles and interested questions turned into droning hums and annoyed eyes. jon wishes he'd never noticed.

that would be too simple, too easy, though, even if they likely would've let it go on for months before confronting him. they still had that tendency. it's the coward's way out.

but that's what he was. a coward, forever skirting consequences or responsibility for fear of change. ignoring how that change occurs regardless.

he feels so stupid. playing the fool- and playing it well- jon has managed to convince them that he is worth their time, worth their love. feigning unawareness isn't the same as genuinely missing the point, they'd likely tell him if they found out.

it always felt aggressive, knowing them well enough after the years to understand that the casual comments were actually scathing irritation. he'd pull back, alarmed and confused despite knowing very well what he's done wrong. when did it become a crime, The Archivist grumbles, knowing it's role well after all this time, to lose interest in a project i didn't start?

you should know by now, it continues, undeservingly affronted, you should know i can't predict the future. i don't control when i move on, however much i try! softening, and offering a loving smile, it soothes, i promise i would if i could.

but it never was about the typical situation, he doesn't have to See to know that. it was the disinterest that came after, how he'd pick up the next thing and gleefully talk about it whilst stood in the silenced rubble of the last. spitting in the face of all their hard work, intentionally or not.

he wants to think it's all been entirely unintentional. that's how it goes, jon would shrug, offering a genuinely mournful look, sometimes it's impossible to keep motivation. you understand, don't you?

it's selfish of him, taking and taking while barely giving anything but scraps. it's possibly the closest thing he has to being human anymore. humans are typically selfish beings, aren't they?

his limbs feel heavy, as if he's sinking into the bed.

it's around dinner time, and his stomach gurgles, pulling him from his thoughts. he'd meant to get up and cook a while ago. likely something easy and quick, since he feels so dreadful.

the idea of warm food is a comfort, even if it is just toasted sandwiches. maybe he should get up now, so he can think more clearly. but the voice croons, eating is for people, for people who don't ruin all they touch. and he is neither of those things.

so he doesn't move, and lets the panic-spurring feeling envelope him.

The Archivist can faintly feel his eyes burn as it stares up unblinking at the ceiling faint slivers of light spilling through the blinds. it's Eyes replay the same dread filled scene, stomach dropping and twisting each time he registers the frustration in their words. it feels more visceral, like a fresh laceration stinging, each time.

the silence has become a deafening static, overtaking even the sounds of his heart and stomach. it's a gracious reminder that he is alone. completely and utterly abandoned, like the disease ridden mutt that he is.

it's only right, he thinks again, repeating the phrase like a twisted mantra. i deserve to rot alone, after all. it's just disappointing that they finally realized, and it rings true in his small, empty bedroom.

bed rotting, he recalls, is to spend countless hours in bed during the day voluntarily, typically to avoid stress. jon thinks it's a rather fitting description of his current activity. the sheets are soft, and if he were to roll over and finally let the dark take him, he just may find a brief happiness.

its unfortunate, then, that it's not nearly close enough to midnight. there's time yet to be productive, he swears, urging heavy eyelids to stay open. sure, i’ve worked all morning, but there's still time to prove my worth.

and how fleeting emotions can be. sometimes, it's a blessing; to shrug off inconveniences and turn to brighter things. other times, it's a despairing loss of those same bright things- of happiness.

he knows that if he were to get up, even just roll over, take his phone, he could distract himself online as usual. find a good documentary, or listen to an intriguing podcast while he works on some papers. christ, he thinks, hopeless, i'd settle for even a shitty youtube video to make myself laugh.

jon also knows it won't help him. temporary solutions are temporary for a reason, they don't fix anything long term. so then why could he never discover a permanent fix to his broken parts?

there are so many unsaid things eternally locked inside his chest; behind his ribs.

when was the last time his mouth felt so sticky, he briefly wonders. perhaps it always was this difficult to speak, this impossible to even open his jaws. his tongue sits heavy, unwilling to move even if he had the energy.

his voice is grating anyways, jon assumes, nevertheless longing for conversation. besides, reminds the voice so sweetly, they only want to talk to people, it digs it's claws into him, affectionate, people that don't ignore their anger for their own delusions. and he is neither of those things.

it's not as if there is a soul to speak with anyhow, not tonight.

sometimes, the worst solitude is the one that is self-enforced. a deep, aching dread settles in his chest the longer that his phone is silent. by now they should have called, or at least texted- but isn't it his turn to reach out?

it's nearly funny, in a borderline hysterical way that has The Archivist grinning up at the ceiling. all of it's many eyes are open, seeking through it's catalog of horrors. oh how this could've been worked on if only he'd just offered a real effort, a proper conversation.

it doesn't find room to care, though. there are so many other things it desires, things it values more than frail human connection. any Knowledge that could be garnered from this solution means nothing in its Archives, which feed off fear and pain anyhow.

the bleak ruminating of its vessel is far better than connections.

he desperately wishes he weren't so stubborn, that he'd make the first step for once. but jon, comes that wretched voice, louder than any other thought now, they want people around. people who don't cave to impulsive, foolish, temporary solutions like a coward.

and i, jon acknowledges as it's eyes- the real ones- shut with finality, am neither of those things.

it's only right then, after all, that jon doesn't wake again.

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