#i appreciate his tibbies

[alrightstartingscene]

This may be a controversial opinion but we need to normalize and have more “bitchy” girls in media who aren’t complete assholes but labeled bitchy by everyone else because they have a rougher attitude than most people. We need more girls who don’t have to become nice by the end of the story to get their happy ending.

I don’t owe anyone niceness. I owe them respect and decency. Those things do not equate to niceness. Maybe it’s the depression talking but I cannot be upbeat and happy all the time. I shouldn’t be expected to greet everyone with a hello and a smile at my workplace. But especially in retail if you so much as say hi with a straight face you’ve got attitude or are being mean. Take it from a childhood people pleaser, I lost my sense of self trying to be nice and perfect for everyone. Doing so was one of the reasons I got so burnt out at my last job. We don’t owe you niceness.

The few girls in media I can think of off the top of my head who fit this:

Kat in 10 Things I Hate About You

Tibby from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Paris Geller in Gilmore Girls (I haven’t finished this show and while Paris is irrevocably horrible to people in some instances she still isn’t made to be nice to everyone and people accept her even when she’s not happy).

Julie Powers from Scott Pilgrim

April Ludgate from Parks and Rec

Wednesday Addams from The Addams Family/Wednesday

Edit: MAEVE WHITMAN from Sex Education also!

Any recommendations people have with women who fit this as main/sub protagonists would be greatly appreciated!

#tseh posts #this is one of the reasons I’m so terrified to get another job #basically every job description is like -must be upbeat-must interact with customers in an upbeat manner-must greet everyone- #I literally cannot do that #Gilmore girls #parks and rec #sisterhood of the traveling pants #scott pilgrim #10 things i hate about you #wednesday addams #julie powers #april ludgate #paris geller #kat stratford #the addams family #tibby rollins

[dislifeismid]

li ling (or maybe a character you think it would be into that or who suits it better) with a s/o with flat chest, pretty please? :')

i horrendously envy big breasts because they look more attractive (to me, at least), but i would love for someone to appreciate my flatness 🥲

As a member of the big tiddy club; our backs are crying. It's not worth it 🥲 but, i will say, you usually envy what you don't have. Always. Everyone ik who has big tibbies want smoll tibbies, everyone i know with smoll tibbies want big tibbies. We're just always unfair to ourselves 😞

Male espers w a flatchested s/o (afab,?)

Li ling

It's ok babe he has enough to share

How is it fair that he would need a bra as a man

Doesn't really understand why you'd be self conscious??? You're??? Perfect???

I'll say this til i die Li ling is everyone's biggest supporter and cheerleader.

If you want to get surgery for breast augmentation or something he'l make zero rude comments about it "if that's what ya wanna do babe!! 💕💕"

Not like he wouldn't go "awww noooo ur perfect the way u areeee", but, if you wanna do something, do it? It's YOUR body, not his, yknow?!

But like yeah he thinks you're perfect either way!!

Narmer

Will make you feel worshipped anyway

So so so so loving regardless of your chest size

Will treat you no different.

Will hush you and shower you with loving words in that soothing loving voice of his 🙄💕

Leon

He likes smaller tibbies anyway.

Larger breasts he just zones out like "damn. I envy to be as strong as this woman's back."

He also finds super large ones to look kinda fake. Even when they are real.

Rolls his eyes at Alexa probably

Thinks smaller chests are cute. Thinks you're very cute. Would hold you gently.

David

He knows plenty countries in which the beauty standard is smaller breasts

He knows how to dress to compliment smaller breasts

He just KNOWS how to get your confidence up regardless

Will rip your phone outta your hands sometimes with a "quit lookin at all those photoshopped-24-hours-in-makeup girls it's rottin your brain!"

Yeah yeah, 'you know', everyone does but it still affects wether you want it to or no 😞

Odo

Just gives me excuses to write for him

He's familiar with the subject. What with having 6 sisters all with varying breast sizes, all of them envying the others at some point and obviously complaining to him about it. (Being the only parent figure left in this darn house)

He won't try to dress you in ways to compliment you, he'l work extra hard to make sure you know you're still extremely sexy and amazing with no need for clothes enhancing your figure.

Odo's entire life has been dedicated to making people live happier with themselves, you are not leaving his domain until you are so confident in your body ok-

So so so so so so so so SO loving and gentle and 🙄🙄

It's like, he'l gaslight you.. into loving yourself. Like it's definitely brainwashing-looking but he is literally just doing nothing wrong-

He looks shady doing anything he didn't choose to be this way tho ok lol

Tang xuan

BRUHV WDYM HE LOVES YOU SM

HE THINKS YOU'RE SO HOT

TANG XUAN LIKES SMOLL TIBBIES WOMEN NAH IMM SORRY I DONT MAKE THE RULES I ENFORCE THEM.

HE THINKS SMOLL TIDDIES ARE PRETTIER.

Like he still enjoys mommy milkers but that's just his preference he likes small to average booba

Loves to go shopping with you and get like matching stuff or to dress you up he KNOWS what complimente your body shape

Nah if you lack confidence in your chest this. This. HE is your ride or die!!!

Tang yun

Mfo how is your ass thiccer than your FEMALE BODIED S/O

I don't think he just pays any attention to that. He'l use your chest as a pillow regardless. Okay you might have no tiddies but like those are still HIS tiddies???! 🤨🤨

Probably least likely to even care about how curvy his s/o is. He barely pays attention to his own curves you think he's gonna notice others's????

He doesn't really understand your insecurities if you have them. He's pretty bad at cheering people up too so erm... yeah

#tang yun x reader #tang xuan x reader #odo inari x reader #david jason x reader #leon vali x reader #narmer ra x reader #li ling x reader

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Post (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Nineteen:

"They look like an alien," Cori commented, looking at the 3D ultrasound picture.

"I'm definitely never having kids," Bitsy claimed, face scrunched up in displeasure at the odd photo of her unborn nephew.

"What are you talking about?" Kit asked, taking the picture from their sisters. Crossing the room to where Ollie was sitting, they held the picture up to the pregnant omega, "He looks just like his pops."

"Ha," Ollie deadpanned, snatching the picture from his younger sibling. "So funny. And just for that, you're not godparent."

"Way to go, loser," Leigh-Anne good-humoredly teased, affectionately shoving Kit.

The alpha simply rolled their eyes before wrapping Leigh-Anne into a headlock, rubbing their knuckles along her freshly shaven head. Steve simply rolled his eyes at the display. Increasingly, it was a common sight to behold.

Not even Tony was surprised by the scene as the short omega punched Rhodey's arm, whining, "I thought that I was going to be godfather."

Rubbing at his sore arm, Rhodey loudly scoffed, "What made you think that?"

"I was told that I was," Tony pointed accusingly at his pregnant childhood friend, "Directly from your husband."

"Hey," Ollie was taken aback. Denying that he did such a thing and corrected, "I said that Pepper was godmother."

"And she's my wife, so I would clearly be de facto godfather," Tony argued.

Handing the riled up omega some of Natasha's infamous Grinch mocktail, Pepper assuaged, "We just won't make them godparents to our future children."

"That's not fair," Oliver pouted, marking over his protruding bump.

"Definitely not fair," Rhodey agreed, attempting to appease his mate and his unborn son who started kicking harshly from inside his womb.

Clearly uncomfortable, Ollie huffed and pushed himself from his seat. After Rhodey helped him, Oliver turned so he could give his spouse an appreciative kiss. Then, he pivoted his current core strength and headed for the kitchen where the older adults at the baby shower were hanging out.

"Ya hangin' in there, papa?" Tibby asked, strategically playing her UNO card.

"If I could –" Oliver started, ladling some of the popular Grinch punch into a festive winter themed disposable cup "– I would remove him right here and now."

"Been there," Mandy said, playing a reverse card.

Ivy's wife, Paige, continued the saying, "Done that."

"Three times," Auggie's wife, Tula, added, rearranging her hand of cards, trying to plan her next move.

Steve assured the younger omega, "By the time he's here, you'll miss it."

"Yeah?" The pregnant man asked, taking a drink of the non-alcoholic punch.

Nostalgically, the older guests glanced at their kids. Sure, Auggie and Tula's youngest daughter, Twiggy, was only four. But Steve knew all too well how fast time really flew. After all, it had seemed like just yesterday, Oliver was sleeping on his bladder and causing him pain as he outgrew his petite womb.

Clearing the emotion from his throat, Steve nodded, "Yeah."

"Kinda makes me wish I didn't get my tubes tied," Tula half-joked before calling out, "UNO!"

"Damn it!" Tibby complained, just like every other time they played a game that she wasn't winning at.

A soft grin on his face, Oliver gazed down at his bump, admitting, "I guess it's not so bad."

Steve nodded, agreeing. As the kicking continued, Oliver stretched, shifting his weight, in hopes of getting more comfortable. Meanwhile, Steve extended his hand, but didn't dare touch the omega without permission. Son or not, Steve understood a person's boundaries. Especially from his children.

Huffing out another breath, Ollie conceded. Letting his omega father feel the baby kicking and wiggling about. Steve just couldn't believe that any of this was real. The life that he had planned for himself before he met Bucky never paid close attention to a family. He had been a lonely man who distracted himself enough to never realize just how lonely he was.

The only thing that he'd change about his life was to have it include little Roo's great grandma, Sarah, and his namesake, Aunt Flora. They deserved to be there in person. And it was the only thing that truly broke Steve's heart when he looked at his life.

Beneath his palm, Rory gave him a particularly hard kick, and Steve hoped that that was confirmation. Almost as though Rory was assuring him that Sarah and Flora were with him. Guiding him. Loving him. Making sure that he made it safely to them.

"Thanks, bub," Steve softly told him while gently caressing that spot where Roo's tiny foot remained pressed against Oliver's womb. Seeing how uncomfortable Ollie still was, Steve lifted his other hand so he could cup the younger omega's face and assured, "Just a little bit longer. It'll fly right by."

[roguemushroom]

i got my eyes on u <3

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro #jjk brainrot #fanart #i appreciate his tibbies #pls post correctly im begging #anime

[supersaiyantist]

This man got me acting unwise. 🤤

As my dear friend @hayyie once said, "I see Broly and I forget how to behave"

He got us all actin up fr

#supersaiyanswered #my boy #i do appreciate how phat they made his tibbies in the new art #theyre full of love 😂

[electricaddict]

Dabi Headcanons

oh geez oh geez oh geez lets get this smexy mans some headcanons shall we? You know it had to be done its dabi, like come ON have you seen him with no scars? (I’ll put a pic at the end if you want some extra dopamine for the day/night/afternoon:)) Fem!Reader btw 

SFW-

I feel like he isn’t very affectionate in public/ around the league unless they just got off a crazy mission and he’s on some sick adrenaline rush

He tries his best to keep you at the headquarters for the league, risking you being caught by the cops is probably the only thing that scares him

Putting his arm around you is probably all that he will do with you in public

If you give any sass he will not hesitate to put you in your place

Checks in on you, that you are getting food and taking care of yourself

Worries a lot when you have some damage to your skin, He doesn’t want you hurt like he was

Only opens up to you behind doors

Pretty possessive, he doesn’t like when Twice talks to you, he’s only okay with Kurogiri

He lets you wear his t-shirts around the league, he thinks its the best way to brag

Even though you all live in a pretty run down place, he tries his best to treat you well

He does try to spend time with you but he is mostly busy doing villain things

NSFW-

oh god where do i start

KINKY MAN

He isn’t a big fan of when you call him Daddy bc... daddy issues, but he does like it when you call him Touya, you’re the only person allowed to call him that

Surprisingly he can be more passionate than you expect him to be

He isn’t very verbal though, but he is if you catch him on a rare occassion

If he isn’t being passionate he’s being rough

Probably doggystyle or eagle, he wants all the way in there

ROUGH 

He go scary fast, like he zoom through that shit he goes hard and i mean its amazing 

If he’s up to it he will do some aftercare but honestly he just likes for you to lay down next to him and pass out

He can go 5ish rounds on a good day

hickies hickies hickies

loves to bite and squeeze your thighs and your tibbies

he loves pressing your hips to his when you’re riding on top (which he enjoys a decent amount)

your whimpers and pleads for him to stop just make him go faster and oh geez does he know where all the right spots are

hes a very good multitasker, going in and out of you while messing with your clit AND sucking on your neck? oh man he’s the king of overstim.

He really enjoys the haze you fall into after a while

Fucking you dumb is one of his hobbies ;) I feel like this one wasn’t as long but I hope you enjoyed! as promised, here’s dabi without scars

Lets just appreciate that for a minute because thank you horikoshi for bringing him into existance.

#bnha headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha smut #bnha #mha headcanons #mha smut #mha x reader #mha #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero #boku no hero fanfic #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #dabi #touya x reader #bnha touya #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader

[bunnywritesmarvel]

i will never behave <3

annddddd i have more thots :)

imagine you ans frank are just talking and you come upon the topic of your ex and how they used to make you feel insecure about your boobs and always pressured you into getting a boob job (no hate to people who get them, it’s a personal choice <3 ) and even though you’re with frank now, who makes you feel so loved and like the most beautiful person in the world, you’re still insecure about your boobs.

kay now imagine frank hearing this shit like; 1) he’d immediately want to go beat up your ex; 2) (after you calmed him down and made him promise he wouldn’t) he’d just hug you and tell you how amazing and gorgeous you are and how much he cares for you; 3) things get more heated and he wants to show you how much he love your tits because ‘they haven’t been appreciated enough’ and he just sucks on them, playing w your nipples, biting them; he gives you dark hickeys in places that are gonna be a bitch to cover so everyone knows that no one else can have you; and then he’ll just lazily pumping his fingers in and out and eventually you’ll come and it’s one of the best orgassms you’ve ever had just because you feel so loved and appreciated and safe with frank.

IM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAINDJSNXJ

- 🧵

screaming crying foaming at the mouth im absolutely obsessed with this and its so self indulgent for me bc i have small tibbies and its one of my biggest insecurities 😭

its sinful sunday!

#sinful sunday #frank castle thirst #🧵 anon

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

Vincent would probably think me strange for getting on him about his posture and massaging his back a lot when if he touched my shoulders he'd be startled by how stiff they are.

I'm easily stressed and prone to bad anxiety but also I'm built like a baked bean dude. My chest makes my shoulders work over time and a half so natural stress there but also the every day work I do just makes things worse. My friend was lightly rubbing my bad the other night and barely touched a knot and I thought I was going to die. Ya boy has never had a massage before so im tense as fuck 🥴

I sleep on my arm most nights so I can just imagine Vincent coming in to wake me up and when I do I prop myself up with my arm and my shoulder sounds like it's popping into place again. You'd think I was 80 years old the way I snap, crackle and pop like a cereal when I move out of bed. He'd just stand there like 😰 but also I'd feel too bad to ever ask my partner to rub my back. Service bottom at your service, here to serve you customer service. Lemme rub your back my Liege.

On a Michael related note,

I don't think I'd say anything right away, noting Brahm's tiddies as soon as he comes out and just being like 😶

Michael just feels me shift a little bit and then the entire rest of the movie I'm very obviously only looking at his boobs. Mikey would probably have to stop the movie to get any real sentences out of me before he just decides to force my attention to him. Best not be paused on a Brahms scene though because despite being actively frustration-fucked I'd still be stealing glances. It's because I'm a little brat but also his tibbies were made to be appreciated by a fine biddie inspector. I take my job and gift very seriously thank you.

Michael would actually ban The Boy from being watched for the rest of forever and if he spots it being played by a victim/spots it in the store while we're shopping he'd have a little bit of a jealousy flare.

-💙

I don’t think Vincent would find it strand per say, he’s just not used to someone caring so much about him, especially physically. He’s so used to being alone that it didn’t even occur to him that he’s shrimping over his work.

Built like a baked bean I am WHEEZING 🤣 I want to give you a back rub my dude it sounds like you really need one, even if it’ll hurt 🥺

I feel you on the snap crackle and pop when getting out of bed. My job requires a lot of lifting and pulling around heavy machinery and it’s already got me feeling elderly. Never feel too bad to ask for a back rub, you deserve it my love 🖤

Michael would certainly get jealous and not want to watch the movie ever again. He’s a jealous lover, he doesn’t want you looking at or lusting over anyone else, even if they’re not real. Oh, and when he frustration fucks you it won’t be in front of the TV. He’d drag you to the bed you share and take you there and show you who you really belong to.

#payton’s asks #michael myers #💙anon #blue my beloved #vincent sinclair

[allamericansbitch]

Hey everyone! Here’s this weeks (mar 28 - april 4) addition to my Creator Shoutout Series! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

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#*creatorshoutouts

[tibby-art]

just wanted to share that every time i see ur art on any platform i always go. gasp! hello tibby art. im always saying hi 2 u. just so u know. i appreciate u.

hii anon thank u sm i appreciate you!! :D

#anon

[steponmepinkjun]

i am in love with you, asra appreciating the titties™️ would be amazing <333 you are amazing and if i could give you all the stars in the sky i would

A quick shoutout to my Big Tibbie Bitches, may we all avoid irreparable back pain from our bitties ❤️

Asra X BIG TIDDIE apprentice  🍋  

He knows youre insecure. He wishes you weren't, but he knows you are. 

It's not just the back pain and the stretch marks, it's more than that. You know the ideal frame is wasp-waist, and you are decidedly… Not

He's more than happy to rub coconut and jojoba oil on your body to help ease the itchy feeling of stretching skin when you go up a size

He's run out of ways to try to convince you that he doesn't love you in spite of any of your self-proclaimed flaws, but because of them

Hes always wanted to expand his sewing skills, but what a perfect opportunity! He'll study every brassiere, corset, halflet, whatever-it-is that can possibly support you and give you relief

He knows you worry about the way your spine bends to accommodate your chest, and by his reasoning, the perfect solution is him following you around the shop, holding your breasts in his hands, alleviating the pressure on your form while also appreciating the soft, supple weight of your shape 

He doesn't think of your weight in terms of worthiness. He thinks of it in terms of how gravity is affecting your form, no more. You're no less to him because of your body's instinct to gain or lose mass

He tries not to draw attention to them, because he knows it makes you uncomfortable, but he can't help but want to suggest skimpier tops, low cut dresses, thinner fabrics… 

Your cleavage is ample and he will try to resist burying his head in it, but will fail

It doesn't take much to convey to him that your ample form, a blessing to others, can feel like a curse to you. You don't want the added attention it grants you from strangers or passersby, you just want to know that you're desirable to him

He begs you, please, test him, let him show you how helpless he is to control his body's response to you

But there's more to it. He knows what you need from him, what you crave and what will let you be at peace when you're with him alone

He kisses you and tells you that your form is a shape he loves, but it is merely a part of you. Its a physical aspect of the person he loves. It isn't his fetish or his driving motivation, it's simply a detail about the person he's hopelessly devoted to

He loves you because of, not in spite of, your body.  

#asra #asra alnazar #mine #my headcanons

[ketsxeki]

anonymous asked: hello! could you please make a shy! chubby! reader x gonta one-shot? i’ve been in rough times because of my weight and i think a oneshot will make me feel better today. and your oneshots always make me feel better as well as talking to you so.. thank you!

a/n: homie i’m chubby, too!!!! chubby peeps are the best! and i’m gonna fast track this as an emergency request cuz i want you to feel okay! enjoy!

title: beauty in the mirror

pairing(s): gonta gokuhara x reader

post type: one shot

premise: you feel insecure about your appearance as a chubby person but gonta is here to reassure you!

warning(s): body imagery issues

You grasped the ends of shirt, balling tuffs of it in your fists. Your reflection warped your reality, unsure of what was truly in front of you.

Shy and chubby were your defining traits in your opinion, you wanted to be more; you wanted to be confident and strong, someone worthy of having a crush on the sweetest boy at Hope’s Peak Academy.

“(Y/N)?” speak of the Devil, you heard his voice from behind your door. It was Gonta Gokuhara, the Ultimate Entomologist, aka the kindest and most handsome boy at Hope’s Peak. Although many found him scary, he was a true gentleman at heart.

Swallowing your nerves, you quickly fixed your shirt and covered your mirror before approaching the door and opening it, “H- Hi, Gonta!” you managed to get a reply out, “What.. What are you doing here?”

“Gonta and (Y/N) have study for quiz!” Gonta answered with that adorable smile of his.

You cursed to yourself, feeling stupid for forgetting about your study session with Gonta. You two had an upcoming math quiz and you needed to pass or else you would be barred from attending the school trip. Luckily, the amazing Gonta offered to help you study.

“Got your materials..?” you cleared your throat. Gonta nodded in response and you stepped aside, letting Gonta into your dorm room. You blushed at the realization that this was the first time you had your crush in your dorm.

“Let study!” Gonta flashed you a thumbs up. You returned the gesture with a thumbs up of your own, “R- Right on! Let’s do this!”

A few hours went by, as you and Gonta feverishly went over the material for the math quiz. By hour three, you were about to collapse from the exhaustion of memorizing equations when Gonta suddenly asked, “Why (Y/N)’s mirror covered?”

Your blood ran cold at the question, “We- Well you see.. I don’t r- really like looking at my reflection,” you answered truthfully.

Gonta frowned deeply at your response and asked once more, “Why (Y/N) not like (Y/N)’s reflection?”

You averted your gaze from Gonta, unable to explain your insecurities to him. Gonta was so fit and muscular while you were.. well, you.

“(Y/N) very pretty,” hummed Gonta softly, (Y/N) should like (Y/N)’s reflection more!”

You flushed red at his statement but knowing that Gonta found you pretty made your heart swell up with pride.

“Gonta hopes (Y/N) appreciates (Y/N)’s beauty more!” Gonta exclaimed, puffing out his cheeks.

You chuckled at the sight and gave Gonta a grateful hug, “Thanks, Gonta. That means a lot to me, coming from you. Thank you.”

“‘Course!” Gonta hugged you back, almost suffocating you with his massive chest (tibbies), “Gonta like (Y/N) a lot and Gonta want (Y/N) happy!”

You blushed once more at his words, “I like you a lot, too. I really do.”

Maybe you could tell him how you felt one day.

#bee.writes #danganronpa #danganronpa killing harmony #drv3 gonta #drv3 gonta gokuhara #gonta gokuhara x reader #gonta x reader #emergency request #anon

[tibby]

hi tibby i just want to tell you that you are one of my favorite tumblr users. i appreciate how you can critique and make jokes without giving off a lot of negative energy. and i think you are very funny. that’s all

you are very lovely thank you!!! i’m glad my silly little tumblr blog brings some joy to your life MWAH

#ask #Anonymous

[maddie-grove]

Little Book Review: Howards End

Author: E.M. Forster.

Publication Date: 1910.

Genre: Classic literature.

Premise: Margaret and Helen Schlegal, intellectual and moderately well-off sisters in their twenties, find themselves entangled with the Wilcoxes (a much more wealthy and obnoxious family) and the Basts (a deeply unhappy lower-class couple). They also have a brother and an aunt, but they’re not that important.

Thoughts: Conservatives. Marrying them. Is it okay to? That’s not exactly the question this novel seeks to answer, but it was the one that occupied my mind the most. Margaret, the sensible and plain elder sister, unexpectedly becomes engaged to Henry Wilcox, the stuffy middle-aged capitalist widower of a gentle-natured woman she held a brief but meaningful friendship with. They’re a surprising couple. Beyond the twenty-something-year age difference, they have opposite politics--he loves Social Darwinism, she thinks the best way to help poor people is to give them cold hard cash--and have very little overlap in what they value or enjoy. Yet they must see something in each other. Neither is in such a desperate situation, financial or emotional, that they have to marry. Perhaps he’s a little lonely, perhaps she’s a little flattered, but there’s also real, if vaguely defined, admiration on both sides. As best as I can tell, she appreciates that he takes charge and makes decisions in situations that her own family (including herself) would shilly-shally over. His reasons are even murkier; my cynical interpretation is that he’s attracted by Margaret’s respect for his expertise in subjects she’s unfamiliar with, but, to be fair, she’s also a lot more pleasant than his bratty kids.

Their relationship is obviously an illustration of the early-twentieth-century struggle between lunkheaded capitalists and intellectual sort-of-socialists in England; I say “obviously” because both Margaret and the back cover pointed it out to me. It’s also obvious, at least to me, that this relationship (and, by extension, the struggle) is lopsided. Margaret is willing to consider Henry’s point of view; he’s unwilling to concede that she has a point of view, rather than a bundle of hysterical feminine feelings. So, she finds herself in the unenviable position of defending her husband’s callous behavior (including partial responsibility for personally ruining two working-class people’s lives, and refusal to accept that responsibility) to her sister. This position becomes more and more untenable as the novel progresses, reaching its breaking point after various family members are involved in a murder and an out-of-wedlock pregnancy. Separation seems imminent, until Henry has a breakdown because his eldest son received a prison sentence for killing someone. Much like Jane Eyre, Margaret kind of gets what she wants: a home for herself and her family (including both Henry and Helen), and a relationship where her husband understands her values...maybe? I’m not sure what this says about the larger conflict in society, except maybe that things are better when rich guys aren’t completely shielded from the consequences of their actions. That seems sensible to me, but I feel like I lost what Forster was trying to say. 

I’ll be honest: as much as I enjoyed parts of this book, I had a really hard time with it overall. I didn’t have the semi-mystical experience that many people describe, and I can’t quite wrap my head around it being considered one of the best English novels of all time. I mean, it’s fine. It’s great as a snapshot of the moment right before WWI, and it certainly makes some interesting points. There are moments where I understand the praise; for example, the surreal night that Margaret and Helen spend inside Howards End, the house beloved by the first Mrs. Wilcox but disdained by the rest of the family, after a long estrangement. Yet I don’t really get it. I think the problem is Henry Wilcox; I’m just not convinced of the vitality that Margaret sees in him and attributes to his fellow capitalists. It’s not like he’s the guy in The Ladies Paradise by Emile Zola, who at least shows some creativity by inventing department stores. What does Henry do? Half-assedly help Margaret look for a new flat before they get together? Margaret and Helen may overthink stuff sometimes, but they also do over-the-top stuff like jump out of motorcars and sleep with married men. Now, that’s vital! 

Hot Goodreads Take: I’m not the only underwhelmed reader of Howards End, although I don’t agree with some of the more common criticisms. (I like Forster’s style just fine, and, while I find the characters difficult to like at times, I didn’t hate them or find them boring.) I laughed at a comment that describes Tibby (Margaret and Helen’s nerdy younger brother) and Paul (the bland younger Wilcox son) as “wattpad-esque.” So...like...Josh Hutcherson, in his fifty dollars gray shirt? (My only familiarity with Wattpad is Jenny Nicholson videos.) I’m also fascinating by one reader’s finding it “interesting that Forster was so aware of political views and social norms before WWI.” Well...he was there, and they had plenty of those even back then. No wonder he picked a few things up. 

I was not, sadly, able to find any reviews that shared my disappointment that the book wasn’t about lesbians. There was a time when I thought it would be about lesbians! Also, nobody insulted the book by calling it “Howards Rear End,” which is a missed opportunity.

#little book review #howards end #e.m. forster #if anyone found this book super-meaningful i am glad for them #it's just like...him?

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reminder: yall on ao3 real nice, also i love you thank you so much

also i’m gonna go ahead and post chapter 5 here in its entirety too (under a cut, natch) just in case. meanwhile, i’m chopping and screwing screenshots into big huge frankenstein images so i can obsess over canon conversations and lore on the go! some of these screenshots are just pure comedy though. post ‘em later! anyway, here it is in case you missed it:

Chapter 5: Home and Hearth

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Edér wondered sometimes just how long it would take his hometown to finally die.

It reminded him of this dog he used to know when he was a kid, a sweet old hound dog called Tibbeth. She was the Rask's dog, but the whole town knew her, cared for her, fed her scraps. Everyone loved that dog. By the time Edér was old enough to make lasting memories, she was reaching the end of her breeding years, and she only mellowed out further with each year that passed. He remembered her fondly from his childhood: Tibby making him late for dawn church service because she sat on his feet and wouldn't stop giving him Sad Eyes till he rubbed her tummy. Tibby wandering between two arguing friends and licking herself so ostentatiously that the argument was completely forgotten, ending in peals of laughter instead of fisticuffs.

But as he grew into an adolescent, Tibby grew elderly and decrepit. Her teeth and fur fell out. She limped. Her scat was watery and thin, and she tended to let it fall wherever she stood. Her belly distended, and she started getting mean and lashing out at those who tried to touch her, tried to help her.

He had known there was something growing inside of her that was hurting her, and what was worse, he had known that there was nothing anyone could do to help her. But to Edér, the worst thought of all was that she was still in there under it all. Under all the pain and fear, sweet old Tibby was still in there wanting nothing but belly rubs and bits of ham from your plate. It was the sickness made her snap at you, made her shit all over herself and struggle and scream while you tried to clean her up. Made her scared.

And it was this sickness that made his hometown like this, now. And just like with Tibby, there was nothing he could do to help. No way to excise the tumor. His gaze wandered to the corpse-strewn monster of a tree nearby. Nothing left to do but end it mercifully.

But he hadn't even had it in him to watch as Tibby was put down all those years ago. She had scratched and bitten the Gyrning's baby girl, and even though she was old and half toothless, she did enough damage to scar the child for life. He had run away back then, hiding the tears he had been getting too old to shed so freely anymore.

He sighed heavily, barely squinting against the feeble morning sunlight as he gazed out over the only home he had ever known.

"We're both gettin' too old for this, ain't we?" Edér murmured.

Gilded Vale did not answer him.

The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end, and he turned slowly, carefully, to look at the tree again. He wasn't alone.

---

The rest of the morning hadn't gone so badly.

She'd suffered a nightmare, she'd explained, and the strange hallucinations she'd told him about before had decided to manifest at the worst possible time: exactly when she had woken up. Hence the... episode she'd had. Understandable, given the circumstances.

Unfortunately, she did still want to go back to that tree. "For closure," she'd pleaded. "It'll only take a moment, I promise you."

They had dressed and packed their meager belongings in awkward silence, making it all the way downstairs to a table with their bowls of tepid porridge in hand before she had spoken up again.

"I'm sorry," she'd stated, stirring the beige mess in her bowl with all the enthusiasm of a prisoner fastening her own noose. "That was probably a... distinctly unpleasant experience for you. And this little detour probably will be, too. ...Please know that I truly appreciate your agreeing to accompany me nonetheless."

She sounded as though she'd been planning this apology all morning, phrasing and rephrasing it in her head until she could strike a palatable balance between being honest with him and maintaining etiquette. Aloth had accepted without hesitation, of course. He had almost apologized to her himself in return, for perhaps having seen... more than she may have wanted a near-stranger to see, but he had thought better of it and remained silent instead. He hadn't wanted to embarrass her by bringing up her strange behavior again. She seemed to appreciate it.

And now he was standing a few paces behind her in the center of town as she stared at a dead woman in a tree.

 They had been standing there for fifteen minutes.

 "She's aff 'er heed, lad."

"Nobody asked you," he sighed through gritted teeth.

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Axa regarded the new, dark world in which she found herself with fear and wonder. She had expected to see the dead woman, feel a little foolish, and then set off on the road. She had not been expecting this at all.

Caldara de Berranzi's soul looked back at her, smiling a gentle, motherly smile.

"What is this?" She said it, but she didn't, just like in her dream. "What's happened to me?"

And the animancer responded in the same fashion. "Poor thing! You must be so confused. The world is a baffling place, and the world beyond the Shroud even more so. But that world is yours now, too, to bear witness to."

"I don't understand," Axa whimpered. She really, really didn't. She didn't even know if this was really happening.

The dwarven woman's soul smiled sadly at the little orlan, tsked in sympathy. "I know you don't, dear. It's a lot to take in. Here, let me put it this way: Whatever happened to you, it freed your soul from your body, but not all the way. You were pulled into this world--" The dwarf gestured at the swirling morass of essence and void around them-- "the In-Between of Life and Death. But! You must have only been here for an instant. Any longer, and you'd have ended up staying here, like me." Caldara gestured at herself, a bloated corpse dangling from a tree, with a sweet little chuckle.

"Your soul remembers, though. Remembers even after it returns to your body. Remembers how it sees in this world. Souls, their histories, their memories, their paths through the In-Between. All are yours to observe." The animancer nodded sagely.

"You are a Watcher, now," she chirped, "and a Watcher you will stay."

Axa blinked. Watcher. The word from her dream.

 "I... I don't know what that means at all."

Caladara sighed softly. "Oh dear, oh dear. Make yourself comfortable, aimoranet. We have a lot more talking to do."

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Aloth was starting to feel uneasy.

It had been just over 20 minutes now, and Axa still stood in the same spot, mesmerized by the dead animancer. They were drawing curious stares from townsfolk as they passed by, and he was getting nervous about what might happen-- what might come out of his mouth-- should one of them try to start something.

He glanced around furtively, his open grimoire like a leaden weight in his hands, searching for anything to focus on besides the fact that he'd apparently elected to travel with this woman. A blond man with a pipe, leaning casually against a collapsed wall some distance away, cocked an eyebrow at him. The message was completely unspoken, but easily understood. "Uh, your friend okay there?"

He shot back a look that he hoped said both "Mind your own business, please" and "I have absolutely no idea why she's doing this," somehow.

The man with the pipe shrugged, glanced up at the dead dwarf, then turned away. Aloth took the opportunity to study him a bit further, recognizing him vaguely from his time in town. He'd seen this man around, although not as much in recent weeks. He was vaguely aware of the Vale's day-to-day goings-on, and he seemed to recall seeing less of this particular face around the same time the local lord strung up his latest hapless victim in this gruesome abomination of a tree. Aloth tried to remember exactly who that victim had been...

...before noticing, with a start, that Axa had moved. She'd snapped out of whatever strange fugue state had taken hold of her and she stood before him now, looking for all the world like a child woken prematurely from a nap: confused, angry, morose.

He proceeded extremely cautiously. "Axa? Are you alright?" He leaned a bit closer for privacy's sake. "You seemed... a bit lost, there." For almost half an hour.

Either she didn't notice his attempt at discretion or she didn't care. "According to that dead woman," she blurted, "I'm a Watcher."

He felt his eyebrows leap up to his hairline. "Oh. Well. That... explains a lot, actually."

---

Edér had watched the elf and the orlan the entire time they stood before the tree.

The elf he'd seen around town here and there recently, but he'd never interacted with the man. Of course, he'd heard others talking about him, saying all kinds of things: a haughty foreigner who thinks he can bring his high-falutin' Aedyran ass here and piss on our hospitality. But given the usual kind of horseshit his fellow townsfolk usually spewed these days, he didn't put much merit in what they had to say. At least he tended to mind his own business.

The orlan had just arrived the previous day, and when he saw Raedric's henchman approach her, he'd actually tensed up, preparing for a fight. With everything he'd heard about orlans, he was half expecting her to pull a knife, or maybe even whisper some sort of cipher magic. But instead she'd just shouted at Urgeat, mad as Hel and rightfully so. Edér had been unable to stop himself smiling at the look on the magistrate's pinched-up little asshole of a face.

Then the bell had tolled, and suddenly everyone in town had bigger issues to deal with. She'd looked positively miserable as she'd trudged past him on the way to the Black Hound Inn.

Look at that, he'd thought, watching her plod slowly forward. Practically one of us already.

She'd met his eye for a moment, and he'd raised his pipe to her in a commiserative gesture. "Welcome to our lovely town," he'd quipped. And she had smiled at him in response, even after all that abuse she'd just had to take from Urgeat.

Maybe that was why he'd decided to say something when she passed him again. She didn't look to be in any higher spirits than she had when he'd said something before, but she had smiled at him back then, so what was the worst that could happen this time?

"Seventeen-and-a-half," he called out to her, and grinned. She's a little kith, maybe she'll like this one.

She and the elf turned to him, both of them wearing facial expressions similar to ones they might have had he catcalled them in an especially vulgar manner.

...Off to a great start, Edér thought. Nothing to do but press on.

"Eighteen dependin' on if you count the dwarf woman as a full person or not. ...I think you oughtta."

She approached him then, slowly, scrutinizing him with her eerie slitted pupils, while the elven man followed behind her. "You're saying there are eighteen people hanging in that tree?"

"Last I counted. You mean to tell me you were standin' there that whole time and you wasn't even counting 'em?"

Her cheeks brightened, and she turned to the elf. "Aloth? How long was I-- were we standing there like that?"

The elf, Aloth apparently, winced apologetically at the little woman. "Oh, only about... about twenty minutes. Ish."

The orlan huffed out something between a laugh and a cough. "Only twenty minutes!" She shook her head, grinning, hands on her hips. "Excellent. I was worried I looked like a weird asshole for a minute there."

Edér laughed aloud at last, and held out his hand in greeting. "Edér Teylecg. Although y' may as well just call me Nineteen."

"Axa Mala." He felt soft, fine fur in his hand when she shook it, and with it an extremely confusing mix of emotions. The elf behind her introduced himself as well, as Aloth Corfiser, before she continued. "Nineteen, huh. You mean to say you think you're next?"

Edér smiled sadly, looking up at his friends and neighbors in the tree. "May as well be. Eighteen's my former captain in the war. Was my headman on the farm till Raedric put 'im up there for darin' to stand up for us. For me." He squinted back down at the little woman, clenching his pipe between his teeth. "Bein' honest though, way you were carryin' on with the magistrate the other day, I can't see you makin' it much further than, oh, 22, 23, tops. You seem like the sort of lady likes t' get involved."

She really did, too. For the first time since they'd started talking, her gaze met his, and the intensity of her bright violet eyes almost made him want to look away. Not quite. But almost.

She had a strange, guarded look on her face as she peered up at him. "Do you know what a Watcher is?"

Edér choked on his pipe smoke. This little gal was full of surprises.

---

"Caed Nua, huh? ...Haven't thought about that old place in a long time. Man such as Maerwald, there might be things I wanna ask him. Don't know why I never thought of that."

Obscured One, you have truly outdone yourself this time, Axa mused, a slow smile spreading across her face. This was what she'd been missing after her expulsion: A mission, a purpose, a destination in life.

I was ready to die, and you gave me this gift: an absolutely insane convoluted nightmare scenario, compelling me to try to make sense of it... and in doing so, requiring me to stay alive. I am truly grateful. She closed one eye, sending her prayer to Wael.

It was remarkable how much better she felt just knowing what was wrong with her, having a name for it. Watcher. The knowledge presented new challenges, certainly, but at least now she knew what she was up against. And she even had a tangible, short-term goal in mind:

 Get to Caed Nua. Find the Watcher, Maerwald.

The blond folk, Edér, scratched his bristly beard while he thought about her offer. But she could tell he'd already made up his mind. This couldn't go any other way. She'd seen him in her dream, alongside Caldara. A clear sign! This was meant to be!

...Okay, maybe she was taking it a bit too far there.

"I dunno about settin' out with a couple of strangers. Strange strangers at that." He glanced at Aloth and grinned apologetically. "No offense, cousin."

"I'll vouch for him," Axa smiled, stretching, preparing for the work ahead of her. "It's me you have to watch out for."

Aloth shrugged. "Either way, you're probably better off out there with us than here, being sized up for a noose by every other neighbor."

"Can't argue with that. Aw, what the Hel. Sure, I'll do some sightseeing with you folks." Edér grinned at the two of them, his broad, ruddy face brightening considerably. "Where's our first stop on this little roadtrip? We're buyin' supplies, I suppose?"

Axa winced, clutching at her sad, barren little coinpurse. "Uh. Listen... About that--"

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#pillars of eternity #fanfiction #fanfic #poe anthem infinitum #watcher #watcher axa #aloth #eder

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Those Who Fall: “APTF” Story (Modern Domestic Stucky AU)

Six:

Arriving home, Steve let out a long sigh and headed straight for the master bedroom. Plopping face-first on the king size bed, Steve let out an annoyed groan. He had been there for two hours and only one parent had seen him. And she wasn't even there to talk about her daughter!

Sighing again, Steve pushed himself off the bed and stripped from his white button down. Choosing to exchange his navy-blue slacks for a pair of black joggers, he made a reminder that to do laundry later. Deciding he needed more comfort than just cozy clothes, he took one of Bucky's sweatshirts, a gray one with the graphic of, The Evolution of an Architecture Student, and tugged it on over his head, mussing his blond hair in the process.

Pushing the sleeves up to his elbows, Steve headed upstairs to the main level of the house. Loving how full of life the space was. Holly in her play-pen speaking baby gibberish. Cartoons on the TV, Steve followed behind the couch to press a kiss to Sophia's and Ethan's heads, all the while continuing. Crossing through the dining room until he entered the kitchen where Bucky was cleaning up.

The heavenly aroma of Great Grandma Rosa's vegetable beef soup filled the air and Steve closed his eyes as he breathed it in. It was one of the recipes that the pair had inherited when they moved in together. It was one of the most cherished recipes either made, and Bucky always made it best.

"How were the conferences?"

Steve opened his eyes and crossed the room. Looping his arms around Bucky's waist, he rested his forehead to the taller man's back and complained, "One parent. That's all, and it wasn't even a conference. All she did was hit on me and then cry when she saw your picture on my desk."

"Oof," Bucky chuckled under his breath. Lovingly, he brought Steve's left hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the finger with the rings that Bucky gave to him over the years. "Glad you let her down gently."

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head. Taking another smell of the air, he changed the subject, "You made soup?"

"I did," Bucky confirmed, turning his head to look over at the stove where a large pot of soup was. "Figured you'd want some comfort food tonight."

"You thought right," Steve pressed a kiss to the middle of his shoulder blades and turned to get himself something to eat.

Before he could divvy a portion out for himself though, a car pulled into their driveway. Crossing over to look out the window, he found a rusted red sedan driven by a teen brunette. In the passenger seat was a boy with shaggy brown hair. As the back passenger door opened, the teens in the front turned back to talk to Luke, Steve assumed.

Sure enough, the boy climbed out of the car and slung his backpack over his shoulder. Closing the door, he took a step back and waved as the car backed up. Pausing briefly, she flashed a wide grin and honked the horn.

"She's cute," Bucky commented, standing behind his husband.

Steve nodded, agreeing, "That's probably why he has a crush on her."

For a moment, the pair stood there, looking out the window watching their son wave at the girl who dropped him off. However, Luke must've realized they'd be watching because he glanced up at the second story window, catching them.

Quickly, the couple jumped back from the window and tried to play nonchalance. Steve ladled out some of the soup for himself and made a mess when Luke entered from the deck door. Trying to soothe his racing heart, he grabbed a sponge and started wiping the counter.

"Did you eat?" Steve asked, glancing over his shoulder.

Luke's eyes widened and he glanced between his dads as he crossed his arms along his chest, "Are we just not going to talk about how you two were spying?!"

"We weren't spying," Bucky playfully rolled his eyes.

Steve rolled his eyes at his husband and clarified to Luke, "We heard the car and were curious about your band friends."

The teen glanced between the two a couple of times. After a moment, he sighed and pulled out a stool as he took a seat at the island. "I’m starving. Marching band was beyond tiring."

"Yeah, but at least we know you'll put on a good performance," Bucky smiled.

Placing a bowl of the infamous soup in front of the fifteen year old, Steve assured, "Your dad's right, you guys are gonna be great."

A red hue took up on the apples of Luke's dark brown cheeks as he ducked his head to eat the soup. Grabbing another bowl, Steve started filling it for himself, and just took a moment to breathe in that glorious aroma. Especially as he carried it around the island to take a seat next to Luke.

Gathering a large spoonful, Steve happily began stuffing his face. Not realizing how hungry he was until that moment. However, that was the moment when his phone started ringing. Pulling it from the jogger pockets, he was about to decline the call until he spotted the caller ID.

Chewing as quickly as possible, he knew that he wouldn't be able to answer it in time. And considering Maria Hill only called in regards to kids who needed a place to stay, Steve passed the phone over to Bucky. For a moment Bucky's brows furrowed until he, too, realized who was calling.

"Hello?" Bucky answered, "It's Bucky."

Swallowing the half-chewed food that wasn't nearly ready to be digested, Steve winced and stood from his stool. Bucky listened and occasionally nodded while adding, "right," and, "no, I get it." Steve gestured for the phone and was only vaguely aware that Luke was carrying his dinner out of the room.

"Maria, I'm gonna put you on speaker," Bucky informed before doing just that.

"As I was saying," Maria sounded apologetic, which was utterly ridiculous. "She needs a place to stay, and I know that you're both good with teens. So, would it be alright if she stayed with you. If only for a night?"

Steve vocalized the decision for them, "We'll be right there."

"I'll call Tibby," Bucky said, heading over to the charging dock and picking up his phone.

"I'm gonna change Holly; I'm sure that she's due for a fresh diaper."

Phone already pressed to his ear, Bucky nodded. As Steve rushed from the kitchen, he heard Bucky telling his youngest -- and closest in location -- sister that they needed her to watch the kids for them. Steve picked Holly up out of her play-pen and affectionately pressed kisses to her face while baby-talking, "Does someone need a new diapie?!"

Holly smiled and slobbered all over him. Steve's mind wandered to her possibly getting a new tooth as he carried her upstairs to the room she shared with Katie. When Katie was home, of course. Walking past the twin size bed, Steve laid the baby on the changing table.

"Would you like a new sister?" Steve happily asked.

Holly just cooed some more gibberish and Steve nodded as though he understood. She kicked her legs and chewed on her fist, but all-in-all it was a successful changing. Carrying her back downstairs, Steve playfully pretended that he was going to eat her tiny fist, earning giggles and even a squeal.

"Tibby said she'll be here soon," Bucky confirmed as Steve placed Holly back into the play-pen.

"Good," Steve nodded, righting himself and taking a moment to stretch a little bit further until his back delightfully cracked.

"So, we're getting a new sibling?" Luke questioned, leaning against the dining room doorway.

Steve shared a look with Bucky. If it was up to Steve, they'd foster and adopt every child that needed a loving home. Even if it was unrealistic. The pair had a completely silent conversation with quirked brows and slight shrugs. Being together as long as they had been together, they had gotten good at reading each other.

"Maybe," the pair answered in unison.

Averting his gaze, Luke nodded, but didn't say anything. Being one of the first kids that Steve and Bucky brought into their home, he was always hesitant to accept anyone else. Steve couldn't blame him, before Luke and Jonas had moved in with them, the younger of the two had been relentlessly bullied by the other foster children. And Steve hoped that Luke knew that no one would be bullied under their roof. Especially not by someone who cohabited under that roof.

"Okay, I'm here!" The twenty-three year old woman called out as she let herself in through the front door, "And I brought company!"

Turning to face the front of the house, Steve found not only Tibby but her beloved Golden Retriever, Thor, who excitedly led the way into the house. Instantly, Sophia and Ethan started loving on the large dog who happily accepted all the attention.

"Thanks, Tibs," Bucky said, appreciatively, crossing the room to give his youngest sister a hug.

"Don't mention it," Tibby smiled, giving his torso a squeeze before they both let go. "You know that I love the kids. Plus," Tibby crossed the living room to hug Steve, "I needed to see the best big bro in the history of ever."

Bucky feigned shock and annoyance at her joke, and Steve laughed into the embrace. Even Tibby was taller than him. Not by much, but enough to annoy him during pictures at the Barnes' childhood home. Besides, she was supposed to be the small one. The small one that Steve still thought of her as. The little girl who would beg him to color with her and accidentally break his crayons, and who would fall asleep in his arms to kid appropriate spooky movies.

It was always odd for his mind to first conjure up the face of the six year old he first met with the now twenty-three year old. Sure, she still had that cute Barnes' nose, even with the hoop hanging from her septum and the ring that looped around her right nostril. Sure, she still had those thick brown curls, even if they were colored a vibrant purple now. And while she was an adult, her heart had remained just as spirited as the day he met her.

"Thanks, Tibs," Steve briefly rested his head on her shoulder, "Really."

"Of course," Tibby reassured. Pulling out of the embrace, she gestured towards the door, "Now get outta here, so I can spend some much needed time with my nieces and nephews."

Playfully rolling his eyes, Steve took her advice by blowing the kids kisses on his way downstairs to the garage. Glad that he didn't need to say anything for Bucky to follow him. Also glad when the pair climbed into the car and Bucky immediately took his hand, lacing their fingers.

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