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uroborosymphony · 3 months

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Love of my Life,

2024, February 14th. Unsent letter to Taiyang Tseng.

Obsession. I'm obsessed with you. With the sound of your voice in my ear, my name rolling on your tongue, your touch down my back and loins, I feel you, deep, carved under my skin. You are my sun. Through years of a past of misery, of struggle and pain, you are my light. And I remember these hopeless nights begging for Gods to see me and they did, they made us find each other.

But now, she wants you, too. She is the eye watching me from the inside, the voice that gets louder than yours in the night. The things she says to me are so unbearable to the human soul, I cannot allow myself to share them with you. I'm haunted, Taiyang. By this monster of another Me that has been birthed from the deaths of my pasts and untold secrets. She makes me lie to you, every time I lay down by your side, everytime I look at you in the eye, you, the man who I promised my life, my core, my thoughts and my hearts to, she tells me Not to say anything about what we did, she tells me you wouldn't understand, she tells me you will leave us.

I don't remember exactly what she did. What I did - what we did. I simply know we're responsible of it. My nightmares and many realities are blending, hallucinations of scenes and demonic theaters I cannot write myself out of anymore. I stand on this stage, alone and she, becomes my shadow at first, my puppeteer at last. We watched the building burst into flames as we were laughing Oh we were laughing in ways we never laughed before, her and I, in ways I could feel my inside shaping, morphing, turning into something I couldn't recognize anymore . And then I cried, I cried for not knowing where I was, how I ended up here, not knowing why my hands were covering in all this blood and gasoline. It used to be games, with you by my side, my hair in the wind as the car was running, setting us free in the heart of the city. I am a prisoner now, a prisoner of these voices inside my head who tells me it's my Duty to kill.

I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you. I adore you.

Sun to my Moon. Joker to my Quinn. Clyde to my Bonnie.

I would kill for you. I would let the blood pour and pour until there is nothing left but you and I. Will she take you away from me? Will she burn everything around me for me to end up as alone as we have always been?

My mother once told me, You are a malediction, Ara. Jung women do not deserve happiness, Jung women are toxic, Jung women are poison. I see it now, us, Jung women are meant to this suffering she saw her own mother perish of. The white of the walls is hard for me to stand whenever I go to see her. I cannot bear the eyes she lays on me : I am her, her from a past - she wishes she could beat me up until she breaks skin for not fixing her the way she wished I could, when she gave birth to me. I cannot bear the eyes I lay on her either, she is me, a future I cannot escape : damned, locked.

I am losing my mind. I know I am. And I will spiral and spiral indefinitely, I will let it happen, I will let it take me whole. I used not to be scared, with your arms around me, your soul within mine, I used to be fearless. Am I still? Knowing the clock is ticking, knowing the end is coming.

She must kill them all, my Love, else I will never be free.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Unsent letter to @velvetineblue. From Ara.

#둘 𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 / the vengeress.#둘 𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 / diary.#velvetineblue #ITS A VALENTINE'S DAY SURPRISE #Me announcing this like it's not UTTERLY : Depressing #I remember writing a piece for their valentines day of last year and it was All about love and obsession and about just the two of them #But now it's not just the two of them anymore : it's them + what's growing inside her #What I find completely devastating for her is how the voice inside tells her Taiyang will leave her if he knew what's truly going on with #her mental illnesses. And you know.. He does leave her one day believing it's best for her not to be with him anymore. The voice was right #My God I'm so sad for Ara #SO YEAH HAHAH SORRY ITS ANGST #Also it's an unsent letter so... ;)

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sincerelyyycece · 1 month

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i'm letting go.

Y/N finally had enough of being James’s backburner

note: modern au, this is a part 2 of my “hey, are u still there? …good.” fic, inspired by niki’s song again but this time it’s “oceans and engines.”

tags: @dearmy-diary @moonteaxw @xcinnamonmalfoyx @box-of-kinderjoy @hisparentsgallerryy @alittlebirdswhisper @chi-ara (i can't seem to tag the last two accounts.)

A symphony of heartbroken tears and quiet, mournful sniffles echoed throughout the room, rebounding off the cold, stark walls and filling the silence with their melancholy. "Here we go again," she mused to herself, a bitter chuckle escaping her lips as the painful reality of her situation hit her once more. Her gaze, heavy with unshed tears and the burden of heartbreak, fixed on the seemingly innocent photo of James and Lily, both ignorant of the emotional turmoil their image was causing.

As she studied their smiling faces, her heart, already fragile and wounded, sank even deeper into the abyss of disappointment. The realization that she had been cruelly sidelined for Lily once more was a blow she had not anticipated, a betrayal that echoed in the silent room. She could almost hear the sound of her heart shattering, each piece a testament to her unrequited love for James.

A nauseating wave of regret and self-reproach washed over her, threatening to drown her in its relentless current. As she pondered her own naivety, she wondered how she had allowed herself to fall into this trap.

What had she expected?

Did she truly believe that this time, against all odds, he would choose her?

How foolish she felt, how incredibly naïve she was for ever believing him!

Her eyes narrowed at James's enthusiastic grin, a stark reminder of the shared moments and whispered promises. She remembered how he had once smiled at her in the exact same way, his eyes twinkling with mischief and unspoken promises. How easily she had fallen for that smile, and how bitterly she regretted it now.

With a deep, shaky breath, she forced herself to look away from the picture, her hand moving to wipe away the stray tears that had begun to fall. She knew what she needed to do, as much as it hurt her. She had to let go. She had to let go of James, of her love for him, and of the hope she'd been foolishly clinging to.

She gazed at her phone, James's number illuminating the screen. Another shaky breath escaped her lips as she summoned the courage to press the call button. The room filled with the familiar sound of ringing as she anxiously awaited his response, her hands trembling with nerves. Thoughts raced through her mind as she contemplated the words she intended to speak to him.

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence, uttering a soft "Hello?" Her breath caught at the sound, her heart skipping a beat. Faint music played in the background as he called out her name, "Y/N." She swiftly composed herself, resisting the urge to melt at the sound of his voice. "Are you there, Angel?" he inquired, his tone gentle. Her throat felt parched as she struggled to form words, her mind urging her to speak, yet her voice failed her.

Frustration washed over her as she sensed the distant sounds of music and chatter, indicating his movement to another location. "Y/N, did you accidentally call me?" he teased, chuckling lightly. "Hey," she finally managed to utter. "Hey Angel, what's going on?" he responded, his voice tender. She blinks rapidly, searching for a way to conclude the conversation.

But then a familiar female voice interrupted from the other end, urging James to return inside for another round. Though faint, she recognized it immediately. James's affectionate response indicated his reluctance to end their conversation. Internally, she sighed, realizing it was time to let go. No more clinging to hope, no more waiting on the sidelines for him. It was time to move on.

She'd had enough; her heart was tired of playing second fiddle to Lily. She was tired of being the one he turned to when he was bored or lonely—the one who was there to fill his empty moments. "James," she started hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think we should stop seeing each other." There was silence on the other end of the line, and for a moment, she thought he had hung up. "What?" he finally asked, sounding utterly shocked. "Why?”

"I'm tired, James," she admitted, her voice wavering as she spoke. "I'm tired of waiting for you, of being your second choice. I deserve better than this. I deserve to be someone's first choice, not their backup plan." There was a pause as she took a deep breath, gathering her courage before adding, "I'm letting go.”

"But, Y/N," James started desperately, but she cut him off. "No, James. It's over. Goodbye." With that, she ended the call, her heart aching as she did so. Up until that moment, she had hoped that things might change and that James might come to see her as more than just a friend, more than just a backup plan. But it was clear now that that was never going to happen. She had to let him go, for her own sake.

It was a painful decision, but she knew it was the right one. She deserved to be more than someone's second choice. She deserved to be loved and cherished as much as she loved and cherished others. And maybe one day she will find that person. But for now, it was time for her to focus on herself. It was time to heal and move forward. It was time to let go.

#james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #james potter angst #james potter fic

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fleurrrpetale · 2 years

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Sebenernya ini seru sih, tapi entah kenapa jadi cape aja gitu. Bukan mendadak, tapi secara perlahan aku jadi lemes ga bertenaga. Ga tau karena pake kacamata kebanyakan ga tau karena emang ga tidur siang aja

#2022 #Juli 2022 #26 Juli 2022 #𖧷—diary!#sadgurl😭☝️#nginep!#nginep di Palayu Residence (rumah Ara)

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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the nanny diaries ~ myg

it’s your first day at your new job, and you’re nervous about leaving your one-year-old daughter with your housemate, but he assures you, you have nothing to worry about.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the i-had-no-choice nanny ✨ pairing: yoongi x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 1.4k |✨ genre: fluff, cute / housemates!au |✨ rating: pg ✨ warnings: cute and wild 1yo, yoongi calls her baby girl (as a term of endearment) ✨ a/n: happy birthday my yoongiiii <3 the little human in this story is based on my chunky, monkey niece, who i love so much. enjoy my friends!

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ] | ✨ next ~ the way you are

You never expected to be moving in with Min Yoongi, but you had no other choice. The two of you have been neighbors for the last five years. He'd seen you go through it all: from meeting the guy who was bad news to watching him move in, knock you up and then leave. He warned you plenty of times, but like the stubborn woman you are, you didn't listen.

“Yoongi, are you sure you can watch her today? I can call out of work if you can’t,” you asked, trying to catch Ara, who kept running away from your grasp. Her newfound discovery of walking kept you busy, along with you trying to ensure she didn’t break any of Yoongi’s expensive music equipment.

Yoongi’s lips thinned into a straight line. He didn’t want to be a jerk and say no. He knew how difficult it was to ask for help, let alone trust someone to watch Ara. He understood that you’d do anything to protect her. So, he wanted to ease the burden in any way he could.

“You can’t call out of work. It’s your first day.”

“I know–but I’m sure my boss would understand.”

He picked Ara up, setting her on his hip, his arm tightly holding her. He looked at the chunky monkey, “We’re gonna have so much fun, aren’t we?” This was a way to convince himself. He didn’t have much interaction with children besides when he was one. Today would be very interesting, he thought.

Ara shrieked at the top of her lungs, squirming to escape Yoongi’s grasp. The two of you blinked and made a face at the noisy baby. You knitted your brows, unconvinced that Yoongi really had it under control. You pulled out your phone, ready to dial your boss’ number. “I’m–just gonna call out.”

Yoongi walked to you, pushing the phone away. “If I have any questions, I promise I’ll call you, okay? You have nothing to worry about. I got this,” he encouraged while Ara continued to wobble on her two little feet, shrieking as she ran around him. “See–she’s excited.”

You had to let go at one time or another. You couldn’t be jobless forever. You needed a way to provide for your little Ara, and Yoongi had already given so much to the two of you. So, the least you could do was make money and get out of his hair. “Okay,” you sighed, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. “If you need anything, anything. I’m only a phone call away.”

“Okay, baby girl–please be good for Uncle Yoongi. I’ll be back later. I love you.”

Yoongi practically had to kick you out of the apartment, but finally, you were out of the door and on your way to work.

“Ara, we have to run some errands today. It’s time to pick out your outfit,” Yoongi grabbed two shirts - one pink with flowers and the other purple with stars and set them on the table in front of him and Ara. She tilted her head, hands pounding the table, staring at the options before her little chubby hands grabbed the purple star shirt, babbling away. “Good choice. Now onto your pants.”

He laid out black leggings and soft blue jeans. “What do you think, Ara? I personally like the black leggings, but it’s your outfit, not mine.” She began to squirm while in his lap, taking blue jeans along with her. “Blue jeans it is.”

After getting Ara dressed, it was now Yoongi’s turn. Like earlier, he laid out two options on his bed, and like clockwork, Ara came wobbling and babbling away into Yoongi’s room. He picked her up, setting her on the bed. “Which one do you like?” he asked, pointing to one option, then the other.

“Ah-bu. Ah-bu,” Ara cooed, clapping her hands, a wide smile spanning across her face, then she hid her eyes with her tiny hands.

“Are we playing peek-a-boo?” Yoongi flashed a gummy smile. Who knew this little human could make him smile? He covered his eyes. “Where’s Ara?” He looked at her, and she mimicked him, hiding again. “Silly girl. Come on, help me pick.”

She threw herself back on the pile consisting of a black hoodie, a simple white tee, and jeans. “Just what I was thinking.”

Thankfully, the grocery store wasn’t busy since it was still early in the morning, but Ara was definitely a handful. He had to give it to you, being able to keep up with her. He didn’t envy you one bit, but it did make him earn more respect for you.

He brought everything he could think of to keep Ara busy–her favorite bunny plush and a soft, squeaky book. His last resort would be playing Cocomelon on his phone, but he couldn’t stand the endless nursery rhymes of the pale cartoon child.

“Ba-ba-ba.”

Yoongi continued shopping for a few items off his list as Ara babbled away, violently squeezing the squeaky book in her hands. He grabbed a cake and put it in his cart, and then Ara decided to throw the book back, hitting him in the face. “Aye–” he uttered, rubbing his cheek. “Baby girl–this is how you lose things,” he chuckled, grabbing the book and handing it back to her.

Ara resumed pounding the squeaky book and then threw herself back, sticking her tongue out. Yoongi stared at her. Babies are so weird, he thought.

“Oh my gosh. Is this your baby? She’s so cute!”

“No–uh–” He was unsure how to explain the situation between you and him.

“It’s so nice to see a man caring for his baby. Mommy is a lucky one, isn’t she?” The woman directed the last comment toward Ara, tickling her side, in which Yoongi pushed the cart away from her. Is this what parents with cute children always have to deal with? Strangers coming up and trying to touch their children?

“Has the bar gotten so low for men or something?” The woman stood straight, taken aback by his words. “Why are men praised for doing the bare minimum? I’m literally pushing her in a cart.”

The woman mumbled an apology and went on her way. He didn’t mean to come across as blunt, but he couldn’t help but notice the plethora of women giggling and smiling when he had Ara. He shook his head in disgust and scoffed, “Bet if your mom were pushing you, it’d be completely different, huh?”

“Yoongi–” you cried out, plugging your ears when you walked through the door. The rap music could be heard from down the hallway, and you wondered who was playing it so loud. You should’ve known it was your roommate. “Why are you blasting rap music right now?”

He brought his pointer finger to his lips, trying to shush you, then pointed to the sleeping baby on his shoulder. He shuffled toward you, hoping he wouldn’t wake up Ara. “Cocomelon wasn’t working, so I had to put on something, and this finally calmed her down.”

You deadpanned. “Big Poppa by Notorious B.I.G. calmed her down?”

“Hey–don’t question Biggie,” he grinned, then shuffled backward, dancing to the song. “I love it when you call me big poppa, throw your hands in the air if you’s a true player.” He threw his arm up, grooving to the beat.

You smiled and shook your head. You couldn’t help but sing along too, and then you looked over at the dinner table, and there sat a cake with cats decorated on top. “Oh my god–Yoongi, is it your birthday?” He nodded, his head nestled against Ara’s. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged. “It’s whatever. I don’t really care, but my mom ordered this cake and insisted I celebrate it.”

“Here, let me take Ara so you can enjoy your cake,” you stated, holding your arms out for your baby girl.

But Yoongi refused. “I got it. She might wake up if I transfer her to you.”

Jeez–when did Yoongi get so good at this?

He walked into your room, gently setting her in the crib beside your bed. He shushed her as he stepped back, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. Ara let out a big sigh before turning on her side. Whew, he thought. Crisis averted.

“Everything good?” He nodded yes, setting the baby camera on the table beside you. The two of you watched Ara sleeping peacefully. “Thanks again for watching her.”

Yoongi grinned. “Anytime.”

✨ next ~ the way you are

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fluff #yoongi cute #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts fluff #bts x y/n #bts x reader

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useless-catalanfacts · 3 months

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El Camp de Tarragona som al centre del debat per l'aprovació dels Pressupostos de Catalunya. Malauradament, però, la causa del debat no és la millora dels serveis públics o com millorar la vida de les treballadores, sinó que és la construcció d'un gran complex turístic d'hotels, botigues de luxe i el casino més gran d'Europa: el macroprojecte del Hard Rock. Ens trobem en una situació on el PSC ha posat de condició indispensable per aprovar els comptes l'aprovació del projecte. Per altra banda, el Govern d'ERC ha assumit l'exigència i ha defensat per tots els mitjans la seva construcció. A més, el conseller d'Acció Climàtica ha anunciat que l'últim informe pendent per aprovar el Pla Urbanístic del Hard Rock, que fins ara era l'últim escull que quedava per tirar endavant el projecte, sortirà durant les properes setmanes. És per això que tornem a la càrrega. Perquè no deixarem que polítics i empresaris continuin fent del lloc on vivim una muntanya de merda, passem a l'ofensiva! Seguidament us adjuntem la mobilització d'aquest diumenge 10/03 a Cambirls conjunta amb la pagesia del Camp i els moviments socials i ecologistes. Podeu venir caminant o en cotxe fins a la Cooperativa de Cambrils i unir-vos al tall!

Si encara no ho heu fet, signeu el manifest a la pàgina web de la plataforma Aturem Hard Rock:

Aquest diumenge (10 de març de 2024), manifestació a Cambrils.

Altres maneres d'ajudar:

Organitzeu-vos amb el moviment popular per plantar cara als macroprojectes que afecten a tot el territori.

Compartiu el cartell de la mobilització i animeu al vostre entorn a venir i participar de la lluita!

Podeu compartir a les vostres xarxes socials els diferents motius per aturar aquest macroprojecte, us deixem un link on podeu descarregar-vos material per a xarxes: https://mega.nz/folder/81EkULjB#nj38-lJ2AGwnqSfrUNFm4g. També podeu compartir-ho directament des de les xarxes socials de la plataforma Aturem Hard Rock: Instagram, Twitter, Facebook.

Encartellades allí on cregueu que s'assenyali més directament als responsables. Teniu un model de cartell amb el lema #Enterremlo a l'enllaç mega del punt anterior.

Podeu llegir el manifest unitari per aquest diumenge sota el tall.

Manifest unitari: DEFENSEM EL CAMP, LLAUREM EL FUTUR

El Camp de Tarragona som al centre del debat per l’aprovació dels Pressupostos de Catalunya. Malauradament, però, la causa del debat no és la millora dels serveis públics o com millorar la vida de les treballadores, sinó que és la construcció d’un gran complex turístic d’hotels, botigues de luxe i el casino més gran d’Europa: el macroprojecte del Hard Rock.

Durant els pròxims dies també es pretén impulsar el projecte de l'empresa Lotte, a Mont-Roig, que pretenen ocupar centenars d'hectàrees agràries per implantar una empresa química d’alt risc amb un consum d'aigua d’aquests planta podrà arribar a 7.500 metres cúbics diaris, i com no, provinents del transvasament de l’Ebre. Sumant una gran planta plaques solars i la possibilitat d’instal·lar desenes d’hectàrees agroindústria per part d’AmetllerOrigen. Tot plegat, sobre un dels aqüífers més grans que queden al país, que correrà un gran perill de contaminació.

Així mateix, durant les últimes setmanes la pagesia i la ramaderia de tot el territori s’ha mobilitzat per reclamar unes condicions de treball dignes, que protegeixin un sector cabdal per la sobirania alimentària i el futur del nostre país.

I sabem que aquestes lluites no estan deslligades, sinó que tenim moltes coses en comú: la planificació dels recursos, priorització del petit sector primari per caminar cap a la sobirania alimentària, i no per posar el turisme per damunt de tot, permetent que xucli la poca aigua que tenim.

Perquè tot això només son les conseqüències del mateix model econòmic capitalista que arruina la pagesia i la ramaderia, que incentiva l’ús incontrolat d’aigua per al turisme mentre moren centenars d’hectàrees de conreu. Que permet que, sota una falsa aparença de transició energètica es perdin terres de conreu i s'instal·lin grans centrals subvencionades allunyades dels centres de consum, o permet ampliar terminals de creuers i aeroports per rebre milions de turistes amb tot el que comporta. El mateix model que premia l’agroindústria intensiva i, alhora, arracona a qui treballa la terra, que diu voler-nos donar la feina per viure però ens amaga informació sobre l’aire que respirem. És el mateix sistema que permet la construcció de grans macroprojectes que només asseguren grans beneficis per a uns pocs i misèria per a la resta.

Mentre comarques senceres portem quasi dos anys sense aigua i es comencen a arrencar cultius, mentre que a aquests projectes privats se'ls està regalant l'aigua de l'Ebre. Aigua, que alguns pretenen fer arribar fins a Barcelona en 8 mesos mentre no son capaços de fer obres d’urgència a per regenerar l’aigua de la depuradora de Reus en menys de 2 anys. De manera que això és una estratègia per fer desaparèixer la pagesia familiar i la sobirania alimentària dels Països Catalans per portar multinacionals a carregar-se lo poc que ens queda.

Ha arribat el moment de passar a l’ofensiva, de defensar la nostra terra fins a les últimes conseqüències. Fem un punt i final al sistema que ens ha portat fins aquesta crisi econòmica, social i climàtica, comencem a fer realitat la transició cap a un sistema que posi al centre les necessitats de les classes populars. Llaurem els fonaments d’un nou model econòmic, llaurem la unió de les veïnes unides contra les agressions, llaurem les vides de les noves generacions. Per això, reclamem:

Retirar el Pla Director Urbanístic del Hard Rock i enterrar el projecte d’una vegada per totes

Aturar el projecte de la LOTTE

Protecció del sòl agrícola i l’espai agrari per garantir la sobirania alimentària

Prioritzar les inversions hídriques per a pagesia i no macroprojectes

Volem ser nosaltres, les persones que hi vivim, les que escollim com volem que sigui el futur del nostre país. Perquè hi ha una altra manera de fer les coses, i en volem formar part. DEFENSEM EL CAMP, LLAUREM EL FUTUR!

#actualitat #aturem hard rock #coses de la terra #ecologisme #revolta pagesa

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reallucywestenra · 8 days

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In regards to Jonathan’s diary on the 16th these ladies were in fact gorgeous and were actually quite funny and sweet when not trying to eat you alive. Their names were Sylvia, Ara, and Kari.

#dracula daily #re dracula #dracula’s wives #dracula daily may 16

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stuffnonsenseandotherthings · 3 months

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Love in The Big City Part 3 - Notes from A Reader

Note 1: What's in a Name?

Names play a big role in Part 3 of Love in the Big City, in no small part because Part 3 is the section which gives its own name, "Love in the Big City", to the book itself.

Immediately this marks Part 3 out as important, as the potential birthplace of this whole story, as the potential reason Young picked up his pen to spill his whole story to the world, as the potential reason the fictional Love in the Big City exists in the first place.

Something in this section is important, something in this section holds weight, something in this section holds the heart of the book in its hands.

And that something is Gyu-Ho.

Gyu-Ho and the love Young finally found with him in the big city of Seoul.

And here we have another name. Gyu-Ho is the second named character in the book, with the first being Jae-Hee, and that certainly doesn't read as a coincidence.

It could be argued that Gyu-Ho and Jae-Hee are the only 2 named characters because they are the only ones in the story who aren't smothered in some form of guilt or self-loathing, the only ones who are openly themselves but, for me, that doesn't quite fit (the T-ara's are given nicknames and it certainly seems like they are more openly themselves than anyone else in the book). Instead to me, feels like a sign of significance, a sign of just how important they were to the Young that is written about and how important they still are to the Young that did the writing.

Everyone else is either replaceable (Young's flings and acquaintances) or the source of a relationship that brought pain he'd rather leave behind (Eomma and Hyung). But Jae-Hee was the first person in who he found a home and Gyu-Ho was the second, and in naming them he affords them more significance than he affords himself in his own story. These are the two people who shaped him for the better, so they deserve to be acknowledged as such.

Note 1.5: You

Alongside the fact that Gyu-Ho one of the only named characters in the book, there is another reason I think his character is the impetus for the entire story that came before and that is the moments when Young doesn't call him by his name but instead calls him... you.

The majority of Love in the Big City is written in the first person with Young occasionally addressing us, the reader, directly as he comments on the events of his life. The tone is conversational and intimate, as one would address a friend or a diary.

And then, at the start of Part 3 something slips.

The "you" Young is addressing isn't us, the reader, any more. It's Gyu-Ho:

"But you, your sideburns curved into your beard...." p 133.

"Your tongue, which was as warm as your gaze...." p 133.

"Yes. to tell you the truth now, after all that has happened since. I wasn't that drunk that night." p. 133.

The tone changes from conversational to reverent, from lightly personal to intimate, from wryly removed to loaded with shared history. It doesn't happen every time, it doesn't happen consistently, but it happens and, quite frankly, I love it.

"Ah, this is who Young is writing for."

That's what those moments felt like to me, like Young had slipped as he revisited moments loaded with emotions and they had spilled onto the page, no longer a story for faceless readers but a love letter to a lost love, an attempt to speak to him once more.

It's one of the most loaded writing decisions I've come across in quite some time and the layers it adds to the section, to the book are amazing for something so seemingly inconsequentially small.

So what's in a name? A whole damn lot, but there's even more in that small word you.

#litbc book club #litbc #love in the big city #This was not what I planned to write but it's what I ended up with #I am very passionate about the word you now #there are other notes I made for this section but I'll share those later

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satoshi-mochida · 1 year

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Some indie game recommendations from ones I’ve played or know enough about them to suggest them to others(mostly in no particular order), Part 2, since Tumblr stopped letting me add more for some reason:

Parts 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Ender Lilies: Quietus of the Knights

Broforce

Invercity

Murder By Numbers

Sally Face

Fran Bow

Little Misfortune

Gnosia

The Forest of Drizzling Rain

Necrobarista

Croixleur Sigma

Ara Fell

Cosmic Star Heroine

Touhou Luna Nights

The Strange Man series(The Crooked Man, The Sandman and The Boogieman)

Misao

Yume Nikki/Yume Nikki: Dream Diary

The Witch’s House

WILL: A Wonderful World

Mad Father

Fears to Fathom Series

Record of Lodess War: Deedlit in Wonderland

Milk Inside a Bag of Milk Inside a Bag of Milk/ Milk Outside a Bag of Milk Outside a Bag of Milk

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badiajordi · 11 months

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Bretxes

Rutina de dissabte. Conversa amb en Jordi sobre el ple de dimecres. Estem d’acord, i quan baixo cap a mercat em dic que no m’estranya perquè en els cinc anys que vam compartir govern, i en els tres en què se’l va trobar a faltar, vam compartir una visió entre semblant i coincident en la majoria de qüestions.Ha refrescat força. El termòmetre del cotxe em marcava 13 graus. En Joan em pregunta si…

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#Albert Branchadell #Breveters de secà #Diari Ara #La Vanguárdia #Lluís Foix #Tour de França

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uroborosymphony · 2 months

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"( That's the difference between Ara and Annie. Ara acts like a martyr. Annie is a SURVIVOR. )"

Quoting @stillresolved the line is a masterpiece.

Headcanon post or diary entry about the martyr complex and depersonalization that comes with it for Ara.

#@ 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 / yadiyada.#I want to develop on how Ferre couldn't be more exact on this BRILLIANT line #I will #Also yes I read all yall threads #I live for them

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sincerelyyycece · 27 days

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to hell with other halves!

Approaching the Christmas holiday, Y/N endeavours to let go of her feelings for James Potter.

note: inspired by "chilly" by NIKI, mention of drinking, reader missing James Potter, December time setting

tags: @dearmy-diary @moonteaxw @xcinnamonmalfoyx @box-of-kinderjoy @hisparentsgallerryy @burningwitchprincess @alittlebirdswhisper @chi-ara (i can't tag the last two accounts.)

In the icy grip of December, amidst the vibrant pulse of the city, Y/N finds herself ensnared in a tempest of emotions, navigating the labyrinth of memories left behind by James Potter, her once cherished flame. Despite the jovial festivities adorning the streets, her heart remains ensconced in the frosty embrace of their shared past, unwilling to thaw from the warmth of their intimate moments.

The haunting melody of their memories reverberates within Y/N's mind, a symphony of joy and sorrow that she struggles to reconcile with the stark reality of their separation. Each flicker of the twinkling lights serves as a poignant reminder of the void James left behind, casting shadows over the mirthful ambience of the season.

With each hesitant step, Y/N confronts the spectres of their past, the echoes of laughter silenced by the deafening void of their parting. She finds herself torn between the yearning to cling to the remnants of what once was and the imperative to break free from the shackles of their fractured promises.

"To hell with other halves!" she murmurs to the wintry gusts, glass in hand, a rebellious proclamation against the notion that solace must be sought in the arms of another. Y/N understands that true healing resides not in external affections but in the depths of her own self-discovery.

In her journey to move on, she embarks on ventures into uncharted territories, seeking solace in novel experiences and distant horizons. Yet, amidst the allure of novelty, she finds herself adrift, her passion seemingly misplaced along the winding path of her journey.

As time unfurls its relentless march, Y/N begins to rekindle the flames of her enthusiasm, reclaiming her zest for life with a newfound fervour. She embraces the exhilaration of new friendships and the thrill of exploration, shedding the remnants of her past with each stride towards liberation.

In the culmination of her odyssey, Y/N emerges, resplendent and renewed, casting aside the shadows of her past to bask in the radiant glow of her newfound happiness. She has traversed the tumultuous terrain of heartache and emerged victorious, no longer defined by the ghosts of her history but empowered by the boundless possibilities of her future.

Through late-night conversations in cosy cafes and impromptu escapades beneath the starlit sky, Y/N finds solace in the shared experiences of kindred souls. Their laughter becomes a melody of healing, drowning out the echoes of her former pain with the harmonious notes of camaraderie and understanding.

With newfound companions by her side, Y/N delves deeper into the tapestry of her own desires, discovering hidden passions long dormant beneath the weight of her previous attachments. She immerses herself in art, music, and literature, embracing the creative spark within her with unabashed fervour.

Yet, amidst the euphoria of her newfound liberation, Y/N is confronted with moments of doubt and uncertainty. The spectre of James lingers in the recesses of her mind, a constant reminder of the love she once knew and the scars it left behind. But with each passing day, she learns to confront these ghosts with courage and resilience, refusing to be held captive by the shadows of her past.

As the frosty grip of December begins to thaw into the promise of spring, Y/N emerges from her cocoon of introspection, her spirit ablaze with the vibrant hues of possibility. She embraces the world with open arms, savouring each moment as a precious gift to be cherished and savoured.

In the end, Y/N's journey is not just one of self-discovery, but of profound transformation. She emerges from the crucible of her past not as a broken soul, but as a beacon of resilience and hope, illuminating the path for others who may find themselves lost in the darkness of their own hearts.

As the city lights twinkle in the distance, casting their warm glow upon the streets below, Y/N walks forward into the embrace of the unknown, her heart filled with the promise of endless possibilities and the unwavering certainty that she is, at last, free.

#james potter #james potter fic #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter angst

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boynextdoormyungjaehyuncarzyfan · 10 days

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Myung jaehyun ff !!!!

Pairing : female reader X myung jaehyun

(My first fanfic ever so don’t judge please 😭)

You were in a famous group called blossom , Blossom debuted a week before BND .

(Lets imagine you have your own reality show like that of “eunchae star diary”)

You were going to start your own reality show and your first guest was BOYNEXTDOOR Jaehyun and taesan

Your pov

I was quite excited since I loved their songs and that guy jaehyun is god damn handsome

The show started and You and taesan were the most awkward ones while jaehyun was joking around and made the show more lively

Your pov :

Jaehyun got my attention first he had good looks and his personality was my type I think I fell for him

Jaehyun pov :

Yn was so pretty she had the prettiest smile I had ever seen , her personality was awkward which I found cute , her eyes were sparkling and her lips were pink and big she wore a dress which showed her shoulders , her collar bone attracted me so much , And I wanted to kiss those lips so badd

I fell in love with her

The show came to the end

Hybe building **

Yn : I was just hanging out when I saw jaehyun coming to me

Jaehyun: hii !!! I was wondering if I can have your phone number ?

Yn : eh ? N-no its fine here is my number

We exchanged numbers

BOYNEXTDOOR dorm

Jaehyun room

Uggghh I am so in love with her Park Yn what have you done to me ??

While days passed jaehyun and Yn became very close

It was Yn birthday

And jaehyun thought to confess his love to yn

The other BOYNEXTDOOR members and blossom members are going to help him arrange the date

Ara (blossom member) : Yn wear this !!

Yn : Its so pretty but why ?

Ara : its a surprise!!!

She blindfolded yn and took her to the place

While jaehyun was waiting wearing a cute chic shirt

She handed her hand to jaehyun

Yn : can I open my eyess ara ?

Jaehyun : yes open them

Yn : jaehyun ? ( she says while opening her blindfold)

Jaehyun got on his knees and said

Jaehyun : Park yn The day I saw you I fell in love with you even though I am bad at this proposal shit I just want to say that you made me go crazy I freaking love you so is the answer yes or yes ?

Yn : yesss ( she said while smiling shyly )

Jaehyun hugged her and asked if he could kiss

They shared a passionate kiss , their lips moving in sync and love was in the air

While the rest clapped and cheered !!

My first try I know its bad and their must be alot of grammatical issues so don’t judge 😭😭😭😭

#boynextdoor

#myung jaehyun ff #boynextdoor #kawaii #woonhak #taesan #leehan #fanfics

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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the nanny diaries ~ myg

ara's dad tries to come back into the picture and yoongi isn't having it.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the way you are ✨ pairing: yoongi x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 1.5k |✨ genre: light angst, fluff / housemates!au |✨ rating: pg ✨ warnings: ara’s dad comes back into the picture for a split second, yoongi has unrequited feelings(?), protective Yoongi, reader is oblivious to Yoongi’s feelings, a small kiss on the cheek, minor language ✨ a/n: i missed nanny/housemate yoongi, so here he is <3 also, i'm sorry if the tenses change from the previous one to this one?? i'm trying something new and i'm seeing what i like better.

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ] | prev ~ the i-had-no-choice nanny

Yoongi watches you puff out your cheeks, almost as if you're holding your breath. You swish it from one side to the other, staring at the phone in your hand. He sips his coffee, wondering what you had in such a fuss. Your contemplation hasn't gone unnoticed these days. You’re being fairly quiet, hardly conversing with him, like you're trying to avoid him.

“What’s going on?” he asks, watching you cower before him.

You shake your head. “Nothing.”

He raises an eyebrow, hardly believing you. “Something has your panties all in a twist. A new guy or something?”

The biggest sigh leaves your lips. “Nope, I wish. You remember Jake? Ara’s dad?”

Yoongi pretends to gag. “How could I forget? He’s the biggest lowlife I know, and how do you date someone named Jake and then go and have a baby with him?”

You roll your eyes, annoyed with him. “You said you’d be nice.”

“Did I though?” Yoongi teases. “What does he want now?”

“He wants to be more involved in Ara’s life.”

Yoongi tuts. “You’re kidding me, right? Now he wants to be more involved? I’m more involved than he is.”

“I’m truly grateful for that, but Jake’s her dad, and I can’t deny him wanting to be more involved.”

“Actually, you can. When he chose to leave you and Ara, he gave up that right. What kind of dickhead leaves his girlfriend and kid?”

“Yoongi–”

“What? I’m just saying that you deserve better. You and Ara deserve better than Jake.” He watches you contemplate your next move, your thumbs lightly tapping on your phone, and guilt overtakes his recent comments against the guy that left you. He stands, making his way beside you on the couch. He sighs. “It’s yours and Ara’s life, and I can’t tell you what to do. I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

You turn to him, your lips thin into a closed smile, before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “You’re really sweet for caring so much about us. Whoever ends up with you will be so lucky.”

Yoongi pulls away from you, clearing his throat. “Why are you getting all gooey and shi–”

Ara’s cry interrupts your conversation. The two of you look at each other in sync, saying, “I’ll go get her.”

“Yoongi, you’ve done so much lately. Let me get her.” He nods and lets you do your thing.

The fact that you’re allowing Jake to come back into your and Ara’s life frustrates him. He watched you date the guy, let him move in, knock you up, and then leave. Sometimes, he just wants you to use your brain and think about Ara and how she’ll have to grow up with a man in and out of her life. She doesn't deserve that; she deserves to have someone love her, sings her to sleep, hold her when she is scared, and play with her–not someone who shows up when they want to. He also thinks you deserve more than just a wishy-washy man who can't commit, but he's just your neighbor turned housemate. He doesn't have anything greater to offer you.

“Jake, you remember Yoongi?” You say, standing between the two in the doorframe.

“Hey–man, what’s up?” Jake holds out his hand for Yoongi to shake, which he does with a reluctant groan.

Ara is ready to escape from your arms when Jake tries to say hi. “There’s my baby girl.” Yoongi rolls his eyes because that’s what he calls her, but he knows it’s not exclusive to him. “Where are you going?” Jake teases when Ara holds her arms out toward Yoongi.

He suppresses his smile and gladly takes Ara from your grasp, and the most obnoxious baby voice comes out of him, “Hello–why yes, we want to stay. Don’t we?” He glances at you and Jake quickly before taking Ara toward the living room. “Let’s get your shoes on, shall we? Baby girl has a big day out with mommy.” Yoongi refuses to acknowledge Jake as her dad.

You look at Jake and see him clenching his jaw when he sees his daughter with another man. “Here–take her diaper bag, and I’ll grab Ara. Go wait outside, and we’ll be there soon.”

Jake grumbles under his breath, begrudgingly taking the bag from your hand, and heads out the door.

You stride over toward Yoongi, kneeling beside him. “I thought you were going to be nice.”

“See, you keep saying that, but I never promised anything.” He makes a face at you as he finishes buckling Ara’s sandals.

“Yoongi–”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be nice.”

The few hours you're gone, Yoongi tries to work on his project but can't concentrate on anything. He plays the same song beat until he can't stand it and pushes his keyboard and mouse to the side out of frustration.

He shouldn't be so angry over you and Ara going out for a few hours. The two of you have done this plenty of times, but this was different–Jake's with you. Does he know what Ara's favorite lovey is and about the backup one in case the first one goes missing? A lot of things could go wrong in a short span of time.

Yoongi paces repeatedly in the living room, looking through the blinds to see if you've returned. Eventually, he gives up and falls asleep, his arms and legs crossed while on the couch, awaiting your arrival.

The digital keypad of the lock wakes him from his rest, wondering how long he's been out. The fumbling of the doorknob causes him to become flustered, pretending to go back to sleep.

"Ow–" you mumble as you enter the apartment, accidentally stubbing your foot on the shoe rack.

Yoongi chuckles quietly, turning toward the back of the couch.

"Where's your room? I can put Ara down," Jake says while holding his arms out for her. You reluctantly hand her over, hoping she doesn't wake up during the transfer. Your little chunky monkey's growing up too fast before your eyes.

Surprisingly, Jake does a good job putting her down without waking her up. You turn on the white noise, putting her favorite blanket on her before leaving the room.

"See, I'm a natural," Jake suggests, patting himself on the back.

Yoongi scoffs quietly. It's been one time, pure luck, he thinks. Imagine having to do it every day without any help.

You walk Jake to the door, and you stand before him. "Not bad for your first time."

Jake eliminates the distance between you, rubbing your arms up and down. "You guys should just come live with me," he suggests, squeezing your arms.

Quickly, you glance over at Yoongi, who's still fast asleep. "Yoongi's been good to us, and I don't think I want any major changes right now."

"Come on, baby. I said I wanted to be more involved in your and Ara's life. Isn't that enough? Don't you still love me? We're so good together."

At this moment, Yoongi wants to jump up and pummel the guy, but hopefully, you can handle him yourself.

"Don't come around with empty promises. Ara and I deserve more than that. You hung out with us once and expect me to let you back into my life? It's gonna take time before I can trust you again."

Yoongi smiles. He knew you could do it. He pretends to stir and groan to make it known that he is about to wake up from sleep.

You look over at Yoongi as he stretches his arms and legs. "You should go, Jake. I'll talk to you later."

"Babe–we're not done talking yet," Jake whines.

"She said, 'You should go, Jake.'" Yoongi pops up and deadpans to Jake.

"You heard the man of the house," you say, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.

Jake scoffs, clenching his jaw, annoyed with both of you. "Didn't know you were someone else's bitch already."

Yoongi quickly stands. "You really should go now."

You open the door, waiting for him to leave. He tuts and mumbles and curses under his breath before walking out as you slam it behind him.

Both of you stare at each other, waiting for someone to speak.

Yoongi blinks. "What did I tell you?"

"I don't know. What did you tell me?"

"That he's a no-good lowlife who just wants to get his dick wet."

"You never said that."

"Well, we were both thinking it."

You sigh, walking over to him, sitting on the couch, and Yoongi mirrors you. "Come on, just say what you want to say. Tell me, 'I told you so.'"

He doesn't want to be right. He understands the tough situation you're in. It's not your fault your ex is a jerk. He shakes his head, "I'm not gonna say that."

"Okay, then. Thanks for putting up with him then and humoring me in my hopeless situation."

Yoongi turns to you. "Stop that. You and Ara deserve better than that guy. You guys are perfect the way you are, even if he doesn't realize that."

"Oh my god, is Min Yoongi just a big ball of fluff now?" You tease, playfully pushing him away.

"I'm serious. You're a great mom to Ara, and you should have someone who loves you and wants to take care of you."

Your lips curve into a small smile. "Thanks, Yoongi. I mean it." Your pinky is unbearably close to his hand, just as you notice his index finger stroking your hand.

He looks at you. "Don't mention it."

#yoongi fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x you #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts fluff

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melodymay-k1tty · 10 months

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This is a blog that will have +18 content, and will soon be suitable for people of legal age.

I don't know if people often write about themselves on Tumblr, because I'm new here btw, but I will♡

I have nothing to post, so I'll tell a little about myself.

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My name is Maya and I'm almost 18 years old. Of course, I'm still 17, but I'll be 18 in less than 3 months, so don't worry about that.

I like a lot of things! In fact, I love watching anime and doramas, as well as following K-Pop groups♡. I'm a fan of 90+ K-Pop groups, so you can imagine.

K-POP GROUPS

I'll highlight some K-Pop groups that I like!

These are BlackPink, BTS, Twice, Girls' Generation, EXO, 2NE1, f(x), Super Junior, 2PM, BigBang, Red Velvet, Mamamoo, GFriend, Momoland, Got7, Stray Kids, Itzy, SHINee, (G)I-dle, After School, Apink, Lovelyz, Miss A, 4Minute, NewJeans, TXT, Wonder Girls, TVXQ!, Everglow, SS501, Fin.K.L, Baby V.O.X./Baby Vox Re.V, Shinhwa, Kara, T-ara, IVE, S.E.S., and 1TYM (i know the latter is a korean hip-hop group).

Note: I also like some solo singers like BoA, Henry, and Park Bom (ex-2NE1).

Of course there are other groups, but at the moment I don't remember them. When I remember, I'll put them here too.

ANIMES

Now I'm going to talk about my otaku tastes.

I can't say that I've watched that many animes. However, I've watched One Piece, Naruto (Classic and Shippuden), Death Note, Sailor Moon, Futari wa Pretty Cure, Citrus, InuYasha, Tokyo Revengers and Demon Slayer. I didn't finish all of these, but I got to watch a little (or a lot).

I confess that I have a special affection for One Piece, Naruto and Death Note. They are definitely works that saved my life.

DORAMAS

I love doramas! I will contextualize dramas here, like every kind of Asian series/show.

So I'll start with my all-time favorite dorama, Hana Yori Dango, and some of its international versions, which are Boys Over Flowers and Meteor Garden. Also, I also love Alice in Borderland, Girl from Nowhere, All Of Us Are Dead, 1 Litre of Tears (this was the saddest drama I've ever watched in my life, I cried SO MUCH when I saw it...), 14-sai no Haha, and King the Land.

I also like the Thai lesbian movies called Yes or No and Yes or No 2.

SERIES

I've also watched some series, like Gossip Girl, Pretty Little Liars, The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead, Riverdale, Stranger Things, Orange Is The New Black, Euphoria, Game of Thrones (although I haven't finished most of them because I have ADHD) , and many others...

MUSIC

Besides K-Pop, I also like some solo singers like Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Lana Del Rey, Melanie Martinez, Adele, Mitski, Justin Bieber, The Weeknd, Lady Gaga, Avril Lavigne, Madonna, Akon, Nelly Furtado, and others...

And rock bands... Like Evanescence, Paramore, Pierce the Veil, Slipknot, Linkin Park, Panic! at the Disco, Tokio Hotel and more more...

SOME BONUS

I love Studio Ghibli movies. I love to read and write fanfics, and yes, I consume and will produce NSFW content.

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My mother tongue is Portuguese, because I'm Brazilian. However, I'm trying to learn better and improve my English here on Tumblr.

I confess that I am quite a perfectionist, and sometimes a little lazy. I don't care about likes/comments as long as I'm doing what I really enjoy, but anyway, of course a like or a comment on any future fanfics I create would make me really happy!♡

CONCLUSION

This blog certainly didn't tell half of me, but it may already have given you a certain idea. I think so...

This is a personal and interactive account, so if I start writing here on Tumblr, I will PROBABLY create another account specifically for that.

So I end up here♡

#BlackPink #kpop #anime #tokio hotel #ariana grande #one piece #death note #biography

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