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wol-fica · 1 year

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pairings - lorraineday x g!p!reader

summary - You and Lorraine have been dating for a little while, and she wants to explore all of you…

warnings - smut!!!, oral (lorraine giving), handjobs, slight praising, virgin!reader

an - wanted to make Lorraine seem like an experienced person when it came to blowjobs

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“So like, have you ever had a blowjob?”

It was a peaceful, calm sunday night when Lorraine had asked you that. You were enjoying drinks together on the balcony overlooking you yard, the golden glow of a few candles as your only source of light. Her question made you gag, spitting your drink out onto the railing as you coughed with surprise.

“L-Lorraine!” You sputtered, looking to her with wide eyes.

“What?” She responded in confusion, like the previous question was the most normal thing in the world.

Lorraine had been dating you for about 7 months now, and it has been very enjoyable for you. She is a funny, sweet, and all around wonderful person who has secured a very tight spot in your heart. Honesty was a huge thing for her in a relationship, so early on you had sat her down and told her about your physical differences; thankfully, she was as supportive as ever and was perfectly fine with it.

Until she popped a question like this, so abrupt and out of the blue it caused you to spew out your Moscow Mule onto the law below.

“Have you?” She asked again, staring at you with anticipation.

“I mean no, you are my first relationship.” You said, fiddling nervously with your thumbs.

“I know that, but you could have had like, a hookup or something.”

You shook your head no, pursing your lips as you thought up a good reason for her sudden prodding of your sexual acts.

“The most I’ve ever done was masturbate.” You mumbled, blushing with embarrassment.

“Mediocre.” Lorraine sneered, sipping her vodka as she ogled at you.

Your pride flared up as your face went red. Mediocre? You were most definitely not basic, far from it actually. How could she say such a thing about you? Her girlfriend!

“I’d like to see you do any better…” You hissed, turning away with a huff.

“Okay.”

Your head snapped right back to her, watching as she set her drink down, walked over to you, and got on her knees. Her hands went up your thighs and to your zipper, carefully pulling it down as she gave you an innocent stare with her big, brown, gorgeous eyes.

Weirdly enough, you did nothing to stop her, gawking as she pulled your pants and then boxers down off of your hips. Your semi-hard cock throbbed uncomfortably as her hands rested beside it.

“Ready?” Lorraine asked, giving you a comfortable smile.

You slowly nodded, tracking her surprisingly expert movements. Her left hand slid down the dip of your hip, immediately wrapping around your almost-fully-standing penis. You shivered, the cool touch of her hand soothing the extensive heat your extra appendage was producing.

Gently and guiding, as if to teach you, Lorraine stroked your length. Her hand wasn’t to tight was definitely wasn’t loose, just the right amount of pressure as she started you off with your first handjob. Her eyes were focused on your face, watching your reactions to see what you liked best and least; as of right now, she was doing a pretty great job of getting you off.

“B-babe…I…” A subtle moan escaped your mouth, cutting off your protests.

Lorraine hummed in curiosity, and casually sped up her strokes as you whined and whimpered. Her other hand now came forward, reaching between your legs to cup your balls. She fondled them, squeezing and pulling gently as to figure out what made you feel good.

Soon you figured out she was trying to teach you and learn for herself what your most sensitive spots were. She would try different ways to please you, whether with squeezing or caressing, she was figuring out your sweet spots. A hiss of pain escaped your mouth when she squeezed one of your balls with her thumb and pointer finger, which she instantly stopped doing and never tried it again; that made you feel something giddy inside.

“You are really big.” Lorraine noted, staring at your cock lovingly.

“P-proud six inches..” You gritted, your hands clenching and unclenching as she pressed her finger into your gooch.

She ‘oooh’ed, now speedily stroking you to get you to your orgasm. Both hands were at work, twisting and squeezing as you finally came. Your cum spewed out, ropes covering Lorraine’s hand and face. She giggled, reaching up to wipe it off with her thumb; she stuck it in her mouth, smiling at your taste.

“That good?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Divine.” She said as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

You stared at her in shock, not expecting her to actually continue on. From how she was pushing your legs apart and settling herself in between them, you knew she was getting ready to give you head.

Her brown eyes gazed into yours, wide and innocent as she opened her mouth to press her tongue to the base of your cock. She licked her little heart out, dragging her tongue all the way around the diameter. She pressed a few kisses here and there, and left a few love bites on your balls before she slowly dragged her tongue all the way up your length.

The sight was, attractive to say the least. The way she watched you so seductively yet so innocently made you feel some foreign monster roaring inside of you. Eventually she made it to your tip, her tongue swirling and caressing the sensitive top.

Your eyes instantly rolled, nerves aflame as your head fell back in pure bliss. The press of her muscle had your cock throbbing for more, begging to be owned.

“Baby…more…please.” You murmured, desperate to feel just something else.

She complied, her lips wrapping around your tip and suckling carefully as you moaned in satisfaction. She had found your sweet spot, and boy was she going to abuse it. Slowly, she took your full length into her mouth, her spit coating it inch by inch. The supple licks and hums did wonders for your sensitivity, but what really got you going was when she began to suck you off.

She started at your base, the head of your cock snugly tucked into her throat as she started off slowly. There were light sucks at first, soft and caring as she tested you; she was searching again. She ever so slowly dragged up your cock, residing with only your tip remaining in her mouth.

Suddenly, she sucked hard and deep, trying to get your sensitivity ablaze. It worked, and your quiet moans turned into pitiful wails and sobs of pleasure as Lorraine fucking Day gave you your first ever blowjob. She hummed and sucked, her hands getting to work on twisting and squeezing your length. Her teeth grazed your slit, little nibbles causing you to groan out in satisfaction.

“Lorraine, I-I’m close!” You sobbed, your hips attempted to buck up.

She pulled back for a moment to speak, “Chase it baby” before continuing her assault on your cock. Her aggressive suckling and forceful squeezing from her hands brought you to your second orgasm, your seed shooting into her mouth as she swallowed you. The sounds and sight of her gulping and sucking was incredibly hot, and you almost never wanted it to stop.

“Lorraine…” You mumbled weakly, reaching for her and pulling her up to cuddle with you after she put you back into your boxers.

“Awh baby, I’m right here.” Lorraine cooed, letting herself straddle you as she helped you calm down.

Her hand wound itself into your hair, pulling your head to her chest as she scratched your scalp. She kissed your head a few times, murmuring sweet praises and compliments into your hair as she coaxed you to a relaxed state.

“What a gorgeous, talented girl.” She praised, pressing her lips to your forehead.

“Could say the same ‘bout you…” You whispered, burying your face into her chest.

Never will you misjudge Lorraine’s oral skills, but you made a mental note to always ask for it every once and awhile.

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angelfleurry · 2 months

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Can you do headcanons for Mukuro and Junko x reader who happens to be a friend the girl was majorly crushing on as a child before their paths diverged only to be reunited when reader accidentally gets wrapped up in a killing game? (If you want to do only one that is fine but maybe a happy ending for the reader and the sister they're paired with?)

♡ Mukuro X Childhood Crush! Reunited! Reader:♡

Thank you so much for your request, Anon!! I really like this idea, so I hope I did it well!

I only wrote for Mukuro as I’m not quite sure how to write for Junko right now. I hope that’s not too much of a bother, but if it is I am incredibly sorry. I also must admit this is not my best work and I really really apologise for that. I never like giving mediocre pieces. :(

That being said, I do hope you enjoy what I’ve written for Mukuro. Have a lovely day, angel, and feel free to request again whenever!

ALSO MEGA HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THH.

♡ She did not want to reunite like this.

♡ Not here, not now.

♡ Yet, there you stood within the crowd, all grown up and just as darling as she remembered.

♡ You weren’t supposed to be here. Why were you here?

♡ Junko said she wouldn’t rope you into the game.

♡ So why…?!

♡ Mukuro was so perplexed, actually kind of distressed, but she couldn’t do anything.

♡ She was Junko. That’s who she was or, at least, who she was pretending to be.

♡ What she hoped to do, however, was ensure as little harm as possible came your way.

♡ She had to be sneaky about it though, she wasn’t sure how Junko would respond to it.

♡ In this particular universe, while Mukuro was blissfully unaware of it, your presence would prevent her from being killed off so early on.

♡ You recognised her too, albeit as Junko, but, in your panic questioned where Mukuro was.

♡ Something about you being concerned for her whereabouts touched Mukuro.

♡ It seemed that, after all this time, you still cared.

♡ She couldn’t fathom how you kept all that care up for all those years.

♡ Still, you did, and that seemed to produce a strong urge of responsibility within Mukuro.

♡ Eventually, however, she knew she had to come clean.

♡ With how close you were one more becoming, she didn’t want you to remember her as Junko.

♡ It worried her. She wanted you to know it was her who cared, not Junko; not the one who put you there.

♡ Mukuro thought she made it clear that you weren’t to be mixed up in this…

♡ She couldn’t tell you everything, but eventually one day she tried to come clean about her identity.

♡ Emphasis on tried.

♡ Junko was always watching, she’d know.

♡ So, Mukuro made a promise to herself that you’d both survive.

♡ You were her first love, and she was not letting you die; not under her watch.

♡ So, the games continued, and so did her disguise.

♡ Before you, there was a plan, one that would remove Mukuro from the Killing Game.

♡ Yet, now you were here, and that plan did not follow through.

♡ Oh it was so frustrating!!

♡ Whenever a body was discovered, her anxiety grew overwhelming.

♡ What if that was…What if that was you?

♡ Every trial filled her with terror, because…what if you had killed?

♡ She was trying to keep you alive whilst trying to keep herself in character, trying to maintain whatever plan she had been part of in the first place.

♡ Very protective, didn’t let you succumb to despair, tried to subtly be by your side as much as possible.

♡ Deaths grew, trials continued and, to Mukuro’s relief, you were still alive.

♡ Yet, the longer you lived, the more painful it became for Mukuro.

♡ Here you were, growing closer, bonding with her, but it wasn’t the way she wanted it to be.

♡ It was all under the belief that she was Junko.

♡ It hurt her a little, because all that bond should be going to Mukuro!!

♡ Still, she continued fighting her way to survival.

♡ The plan of painting the world in despair was now something Mukuro was contemplating her support for.

♡ Mukuro had one plan now, to ensure you escaped with her.

♡ And, through it all, she began to grow repulsed at the plan both she and Junko had created.

♡ It was weird, hearing you let all your frustrations out, all your worries, bringing up memories, because there was a whole other layer to it.

♡ You were bonding with Junko, not Mukuro, and that ticked her off.

♡ It really, really, frustrated her. Especially when you were talking of Mukuro so fondly.

♡ She just wanted to take you and hold you close.

♡ Her identity would soon reveal itself, however, come the end of the game.

♡ The conclusions were drawing up, the mastermind revealed, disbelief shared.

♡ The look on your face broke her.

♡ But, Mukuro had vowed to keep you safe, regardless of her plan, and that’s what she had done.

♡ The world outside was…

♡ Well, it was devastating.

♡ But, you had Mukuro, and Mukuro had you.

♡ Things around you would take years, possibly even decades, to fix. Humanity as it stands would never be the same, everything would be so very different.

♡ But, she had you.

♡ You, who’d somehow ended up a crying mess in her arms. You, who she vowed to protect. You, who she’d loved for all this time.

♡ As long as you were still here, as long as you were still with her, this battle could be fought.

♡ She’d do anything for you to live a happy life once more.

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #mukuro ikusaba x reader #mukuro ikusaba

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gonnalosemydougdimmadomedamnmind · 6 months

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Batman beyond the white knight is apparently a universe where jason??? Is the first Robin?? And dick uses the name as his stage name until he becomes Robin?? Am I the only one that thinks this is extremely disrespectful??? Like What were you fucking thinking writers??? Just where did the name come from then??? Like where did Robin come from then??? If Dick isn't the first??? Role reversal doesn't mean other people would somehow have a connection to that name. The connection comes from Dick. The meaning comes from Dick. You can't have Robin without Dick. Those two are one and the same. Everything about Robin came from Dick. Everything that made people look at this kid and go, 'What a Boy Wonder! He can do anything.' comes from Dick. Like you can't have Nightwing without Clark Kent because that's the origin. That's where it came from. Those are its bones. Is anyone else so tired of seeing things just get taken and taken and taken from Dick without any regard to his character or legacy?

Edit: there's a reply in the reblogs I'd like to address. The idea of jason being batman's first sidekick- it actually doesn't work. It won't work with Tim, Steph, or Duke either. The whole reason batman gets a sidekick is because bruce takes in Dick and the reason why he takes Dick in is because he sees himself in Dick in a way he'll never see himself in the others. Jason is a poor kid from the streets, bruce will never identify with that. Dick is a prodigious circus star. Bruce will also, never identify with that.

But.

Dick has just watched his parents get murdered right in front of him due to a senseless act of violence, his entire life changes in an instant in the worst way possible, and he's all alone and hurting and angry and shocked and will blame himself for not being able to save them and that- that Bruce knows intimately. That is why he takes Dick in. They are the same, 17 or so years apart. If you took Dick out of the equation, they never met, but jason still steals the tires off the batmobile- Bruce would just get those tires back and tell the kid to go home or take him to a shelter or something. Bruce would care about him the way he cares about all of Gothams street kids or orphans, but not anything more than that. There's nothing special about Jason until he knows and cares for Dick, because Jason reminds him of Dick. And Dick opens his heart up in a way no one else has managed since his parents died. The next closest is probably Clark.

And being the first sidekick, really being the first child hero, is obviously a daunting undertaking, a lot of responsibility, something that requires perfection in order to be taken seriously by the adult heroes and the public at large. If Robin had been mediocre, no, if Robin had been just 'good', there would've been a lot more pushback, an outcry, a dismissal of batman himself from the OG heroes. The first sidekick has to be Perfect.

Who is literally known for being a perfectionist? For working himself to the bone but seemingly effortlessly? For always knowing the answer, the right action to take, to read and adjust himself and others accordingly in order to produce the best team effort, who has an athleticism and physicality Bruce instantly realizes he, himself, does not possess? Who is known for being the poster child of the ideal child hero/sidekick that grows into the ideal adult hero as well? Dick is the only one that could've been the first sidekick. He was So Good at being a hero while being a child, he opened up the door for other kids to do the same.

You can't switch these roles up without changing something fundamental to the characters. And then. They wouldn't be those characters.

#dick grayson #are there any writers who actually give a shit about the characters and their histories anymore?#like in any capacity? marvel dc what have you #anti bad writers #anti dc #batman beyond the white knight #reverse robins #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #duke thomas #robin #batman #my posts

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wumblr · 6 days

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there's this thing going on with the taylor swift criticism where everybody seems to assume the album's worst sin is that it's bad, and maybe we've all been blinded by a solid decade of calculated mediocrity in major label music, but i would just like to point out you're all kind of outing yourselves as fake music fans with that. bad albums can be good. the best producers are almost never the best lyricists, the best lyricists only know twelve guitar chords and you put up with them being solo acoustic because they're that good, both types have tried something that didn't work, and if i'm being honest it's a miracle anybody gets an album finished and released given the state of the industry

the reason this album is so noticeably uninspiring and difficult to relate to (things that bad albums can't be in order to be good) is because we all know her dad bought shares in the record label that distributed her debut. that's why she's in the industry, she bought her way in. there cannot be a coherent underdog narrative, the work she puts in couldn't matter less because the album's going to chart quality regardless, there's nothing to be proud of her for having done, we're not seeing any risks being taken and we're simply not learning anything about her. did jack antonoff or aaron dessner produce this one, who was the stylist, does it matter? that kind of ambiguity would never occur in a cult following

you can call the lyrics insipid all you like but that really isn't the point, some of my favorite albums are deeply insipid but the production or the concept was interesting or it displayed a surprising amount of growth or it broke ground on a new genre. it has none of these elements, risks that other people take because it can make or break a career, because it doesn't need them in order to sell. she doesn't have to try anything new in the studio because distribution was assured when she bought the job

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lemonluvgirl · 8 months

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ROLE REVERSAL: More Hijacked Katniss AU (Alternate version of the lunch room scene)

"Your bread used to taste better." She says conversationally, as if she just wants to contribute something to the lunch room discussion, but her eyes cut to him and stay there. Narrowed and waiting for his reaction. All around them, their table grows quiet. Finnick stops separating Annie's carrots and peas on her plate. Gale's head snaps up from where he had been determinedly staring at his garlic/squash soup and shoveling it into his mouth dispassionately. And Haymitch cocks his head in her direction attentively. They are all watching her. This is the most she's said to him in days since their last botched interaction.

Peeta, though, keeps quiet as per their mentor's advice. Holding back a million things, he could say in reply. Like how District 13 only keeps the barest of ingredients in stock to make their food. No spices or herbs to add flavor. No add-ins like fruits or nuts or even butter can be spared from their spartan like rationing. Their ovens are also huge and dont heat to temperature evenly. They are for making large quantities of food fast and easily, not for slow cooking breads. Everything that has come out of them so far is either overcooked and dry or still slightly doughy in the middle. He can't seem to get them to produce a decent loaf no matter how hard he tries. They are nothing like the bakery ovens he is used to.

He gives her only a half shrug in reply, and the corner of her mouth twitches up in a near smile that sends a shiver down his spine. He doesn't like that look.

"Then again, maybe your bread was always shitty. Maybe everything you do is mediocre at best, like those kisses in the cave and those kisses on the Victory Tour, and Snow just messed with my head to make me think you were better than you are." She says the words, and they drip with undisguised malice.

The comment hits him square in the chest. Like a punch to the sternum. Just like she intended, no doubt from the way her gray eyes are glittering with hungry anticipation. They way she wants to hurt him and watch his reaction is so personal that it's vindictive. He never knows quite what to say to her when she does it. On one hand, it's better than when she's ignoring him completely. Like the way she treats Gale. As if he barely exists, and isn't even important enough to warant her disdain. He is like a nonenitity to her, a mild annoyance she occasionally frowns at when she can be bothered to acknowledge he even exists. Peeta can't imagine being that inconsequential to her after everything they've been through together. On the other hand, when she speaks to him, now it's excruciating. She's a sharp pointed weapon, as deadly accurate with her aim as she ever was, only now she uses her words instead of her arrows. Every time she opens her mouth, he's left feeling like a wounded fawn, shot through and left bleeding on the forest floor, heart pumping and blood racing in fear and desperation as she stands over him in violent triumph. He tries not to react to her words. Tries not to show how deeply she cuts him. Getting defensive only spurs her on he's learned. Because the more he struggles, the more she enjoys it. Like she knows, he'll bleed out faster because of it. He won't be able to keep his terrifying emotions in check. His broken heart will ooze from him and land in a puddle at her feet. Something for her to drag her boot through in disgust before she closes in for the kill.

A weezy chuckle breaks through the silence that has decended around the dining table, and it's their mentor who speaks while everyone's eyes are glued to the two of them.

"Of course, his bread used to taste better. You were in love with him. Everything in the world is better when you're young, stupid, and in love."

Peeta watches as the weight of their mentor's statement lands. Anger and something like embarrassment flash in her eyes. She scoffs, but two twin spots of color rise high on her cheeks. Evidence that the well placed volley has hit its mark.

Peeta exhales slowly. Fighting the urge to defend her and himself. It's a hard to break habit. And he knows that the urge to protect her will serve no one right now. She would hate him all the more if he even attempted it.

On the other side of his instinct is a strange kind of satisfaction at seeing her thrown off balance for even a moment.

Haymitch's words are a kind of vindication, and her reaction is further evidence, but the feeling that it leaves in his soul is bittersweet. Because it rings soundly true in a way that is simple and irrefutable. She did like his cooking once. Couldn't get enough of it, in fact. And she did love him in some way. She must have. The way she hates him now all but assures it. But Haymitch's use of the past tense when he talks about her feelings for him makes a place inside Peeta's chest ache with a sad longing that he fears will never completely go away.

Because she doesn't love him anymore, and now all that is left of their once profound connection is this. This cruel exercise in bloodletting that he really should walk away from but can't.

"I never loved him." She spits out, and if Johanna were here, she'd say something snarky and sarcastic about how Katniss is still a shit actress.

"That's what Snow wants you to think." Finnick says, looking squarely at Katniss, even voiced and confident in his words.

She sneers at him, opens her mouth, but Haymitch cuts her off.

"You did, and you still do. You're the only one who can't see it. Then again, even before the hijacking, you were pretty slow on the uptake. Still got the intuition of a fucking rock. Guess it's nice to know they didn't change everything about you." Haymitch says, words slipping out quickly, and punctuated by a loud burp that leaves a lingering stench of garlic.

It makes Peeta's nose wrinkle, and in the time it takes for him to shake his head to try and dislodge the smell from his nostrils, she bolts.

All he can do is stare at the empty space she had been sitting in and wonder if they will ever be able to have a normal conversation again.

#thg #everlark #fanfiction #lemonluvwrites #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #Golden Cages #Hijacked!Katniss #thg au #angst #hurt #no comfort #just ouch

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anxresi · 10 months

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Brace yourselves, folks… We’re about to enter the dark, dreary and sometimes disturbing world which is Thomas Astruc on Twitter. 😧

Those possessed of a weak disposition, prone to nausea or an complete intolerance to utter bullshit may want to turn back now. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (but still leave me a ‘like’, if you’re feeling generous 🙏)

Anyway, what ‘delights’ has this stand-up guy, this pioneer of mediocre cartooning, this dude on the cusp of arguing with little kids on Twitter been sharing with us, the great unwashed, at this present time? Let’s run through a brief checklist of the ‘highlights’, shall we?

*Telling people the upcoming Miraculous movie is what the fans ‘want’ but the show is what we ‘need’ (whatever THAT means, typically modest reaction from the epitome of humbleness himself).

*Saying that anyone who DARES criticise the show should ‘keep it to themselves’ or they’ll be ‘blocked for spreading negativity about the artists’ (dude thinks he can police Twitter… good luck with that!)

*Informing fanfiction writers that their work is ‘pointless’ and the only people who know what they’re doing are him and his team (If you mean ‘How To Destroy A Franchise In Five Easy Seasons… I guess he’s right)

But his favorite topic (seriously, check out his replies… we’re talking more than 50% here) concerns a fictional teenage girl he constantly decries but can’t seem to get enough of moaning about. It is of course… oh let’s face it. You know the answer to that one already. ROLL THE TWEETS!!

Yep, you guessed it. Apart from the OP being uncommonly accurate in their opinion, now apparently ‘Chloe’ has become The Not-So-Great Bearded One’s new insult of choice for anyone who dislikes what’s been done to the show. Poor ‘Karen’ never stood a chance… 😢

What a mature, grown-up type chap he is! I have no idea why he’s no longer referred to as ‘Hawk Daddy’ in polite circles, and instead called ‘Man Baby’. Just look at him, REALLY giving it a bunch of teens on Twitter who DARE imply his show is nothing but da best! You go, Thomas! Go change your dirty diaper, that is. 🤢

So, abandoning all her subtleties and nuance , reducing her to a shrieking monster and choosing to actively give characters who have arguably done FAR WORSE throughout the series much better endings means they ‘wrote it well’? Gosh, maybe getting an F in English stands for ‘Fabulous’ after all!

Guess in Thomas’s somewhat warped worldview, everyone who doesn’t like 💯 of his show from top to bottom should be placed on a plane with their main abuser to be forcibly deported and probably tortured for the rest of their sorry lives. That’ll teach them!

And who cares about stupid stuff like ‘build-up’ or ‘character-development’ if they genuinely were preparing Chloe for… what was that thing he described it as again… a ‘damnation’ arc? Let’s just flip a switch at the end of S3 to turn her into a pathetic caricature of her worst excesses without explanation, then introduce a ‘perfect’ sister out of nowhere to throw all those undesirable traits into sharp relief! And that’s not even getting into that detestable retconning flashback episode… What an absolutely fantastic idea to make everyone hate her as much as Thomas does!

No-one will notice the sudden incongruity here… after all, the average age of their audience is 5-8 so if they just throw excrement like crazed baboons about Chloe at the young audience time and time again caveman-style CHLOE: BAD. EVERYONE ELSE: GOOD the kids will chow it up like cheap chocolate ice cream! The older ones that do kick up a fuss? Who gives a ****. They don’t buy the merchandise, and where would all those hard-working producers if it wasn’t for all that cheap plastic crap?

With considerably less cars, swimming pools and exotic holidays to hard-to-pronounce destinations, that’s where! Let’s keep that bandwagon of shit a-rollin’… 🤑

Ah, now I believe this is that classic tactic otherwise known as ‘gaslighting’. When you say something as a fact over and over again, when the opposite is clearly true. Those of lesser willpower may start to accept it as reality while others (mostly those with functioning eyes, ears and brains)… won’t.

You know who was also good at that gaslighting thing, don’t you? A few clues… A Former (thank God) President? Very orange? Initials DT? Yep, that guy.

…And coincidentally, someone Thomas has been known to compare Chloe (14 year old girl, let’s not forget) to regularly. I mean, with THAT kind of accolade hanging over her head from the guy who created her, how could she ever fail?

See? What a great influence he is on the young too! Now he’s got his own handpicked gang of sycophants out of the street labelling anyone with the slightest complaint from a)pointing out the animation was slightly better last season or b)saying they miss the old transformation sequences as a ‘Chloe’. I think we’ve found his new favorite insult, and it’s the worst word he can possibly think of. Figures.

I bet he’s putting together a petition as we speak, for an official entry into the dictionary. Fortunately, there’s already one for ‘Thomas’, as in ‘Doubting Thomas’… someone who talks so much nonsense you should disbelieve anything they say. Or Thomas The Tank Engine, because whenever you mention a certain Blonde’s name in his presence, he tends to blow steam, look very heated and… you get the picture. 😆

On top of everything else, now he’s issuing threats. I have to hand it to him though… that’s a pretty good one. NO PLEASE TAKE MY MONEY MY LIFE I’LL EVEN GIVE YOU A FOOT RUB A BACK RUB AND LEARN TO LOVE ZOE ANYTHING BUT THAT NNNNNNOOOOOO….

Seriously guys, we need an immediate intervention. THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HAPPEN. I’m about to book an emergency flight to France, to barricade him in his office until he promises to never again even entertain the notion of… this. Who’s with me?

(And incidentally while I’m there, does anyone want me to pick them a souvenir? A beret? Frog legs soup? One of those miniature replicas of the Eiffel Tower? Let me know by tomorrow at the latest, and I’ll see what I can do) 😊🇫🇷

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #disney #ml #zag #ml leaks #thomas astruc #aah that felt good

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star like you pt 1 | pt 2 ☆ shuri x fem!reader (fame au)

you’re a superstar and she’s your producer. when you collide together again for the first time in a while since your listening party the two of you feel a spark.

warnings : i don’t think there are any!

word count : 2.9k+

note : hi !! this is basically my return to tumblr. i took such a long break because honestly my fixation on shuri ended and i lost a lot of my motivation. i also was figuring out a lot of college stuff and working on larger projects for my career. i didn’t want to push out mediocre content just to keep up with my posting, y'all don’t deserve that! this will be a series i plan on completing. it has a playlist attached in my masterlist but the song popular by the weeknd kinda sets up for how the story is gonna play out. so i would suggest listening to that one as you read. i hope you enjoy this ! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

“so.. what’s your name?” the man who approached you says with a nervous grin spreading across his face. it had been covered in sweat which made you guess two things. either he felt really hot in his navy blue suit, or he was entirely too nervous to be approaching you right now. you presumed it was the second option. this was only because just a few moments earlier you saw him chatting with his friends and how they would always look back at you.

you chuckle, “i’d rather you just ask me for the picture already, rather than play dumb about not knowing who i am.”

you turn your body to him, giving him your full attention. you watch as his eyes grow wide and he begins to play with his collar, as if it’s suffocating him. his sweat droplets glide down his forehead and absorb into his full eyebrows. you think it’s amusing, because you know he doesn’t just want a photo. he wants something much more.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine.” you set your glass down, “so do you want the picture or not?”

“uh, yeah sure. i guess.” he says while fumbling to pull out his phone. you glance over to his buddies to see them with wide grins, so you decide to play along. you take his phone, brushing ever so slightly against his rough hands with your soft fingers. it leaves a trail of goosebumps rising against his skin that is hidden underneath the suit.

“get in the frame.” you say as you focus the camera mainly on you. that was just how you liked it, having all the attention on you. you weren’t sure how you would’ve lived any other lifestyle than the one you’re living right now. best selling new album, grammy nomination number three with one win already under your belt, sold out tour for next year, and all while you were just twenty. should you have been drinking a martini? not legally. however, the bartender was more than willing to move around the rules a little bit if he heard who track seven was written about.

he shuffles closer to you, the only thing keeping him from moving any closer is the aura you omit. he knew you weren’t on his level, especially because he was just some niche internet celebrity that only the incels of twitter knew about. you weren’t even sure how he made it into this exclusive bar.

the camera from the phone clicks and your toothy smile turns into one that shows annoyance. you hand the phone back and watch as his face is stuck in embarrassment. you soooo got off on that.

“hope you have a nice night.”

“y-yeah, you too...”

he shuffles away and you watch as he keeps his head held down low. he passes by his friends who all try to congratulate him upon his arrival back, thinking something entirely different took place during the interaction. he just walks right past them and towards the exit of the bar.

you turn your body back towards the bar and look back down at your glass. your acrylic nails play around with the olives at the bottom of the near empty drink. you hadn’t had a real motive for going to the bar. really you just wanted to escape your manager for a second and have a night out to yourself for once. living the socialite lifestyle meant you were hardly ever alone. your assistant stayed up your ass constantly and even lived in your guest house back at home in L.A.. you had to go out to places almost every night whether it be restaurants or brand launches with friends to keep up with the life that young girls only dreamt of. which, you loved it, but you also liked your own company a lot more than anyone else’s.

“here you are.” the bartender says, winking as he slides you another martini.

“who bought me this one?” you ask, considering you’ve been receiving drinks all night. to be specific, this was your seventh one. usually guys would send over fruity shots, which is what they expected you to drink. luckily you had a group of girls celebrating a bachelorette party right beside you. you had been giving them all of your drinks which they greatly appreciated.

this time the drink had been a martini. the exact same way you had been getting them all night. how thoughtful.

“cutie at the end of the bar. she said she knew you.”

your eyes glance over in the direction of where the bartender’s hand subtly points to. sure enough you saw the girl he had been referring to. she knew you, and you did know her. she was one of the producers on your new album. she’s up and coming and you knew you had to be one of the first to brag about working with her. sure enough the song was a hit and even one of the tracks off the album being put up for grammy nominations.

despite all that, you two had never actually met until your album release party. every conversation before that had been done on the phone since she wasn’t living in the U.S. at the time. it was safe to say you were surprised she was here in new york. even more surprised that she ended up at the same bar as you, on the same night, at the same time. you would say it’s fate. she would say she saw the paparazzi pictures of you entering the bar and she just happened to be in a hotel a couple blocks down. nothing an uber ride couldn’t fix.

she waves to you and flashes a smile. her pearly white teeth sparkle against her darker skin. you smile back, giving a little wave as well. she looked cute in her sleeveless shirt and dark green dress pants. Which you only saw due to her standing against the wall near the bar. the rest of the seats were taken, so she waited the long game and decided to stand until she made her move. her hair had been freshly faded and she had added a few more tattoos onto herself since the last time you two were together. you were unsure how you saw them despite the dim lighting, but you were just staring too hard to not notice.

you felt a bit overdressed in your vivienne westwood dress that accentuated your chest and sat high on your thighs. it wasn’t anything too fancy, but the black kiki marc jacobs boots you were wearing were anything but casual.

“oh yeah? tell her to come over.” you say back to him, and he gives you a look. “don’t worry i’ll tip you well.”

he smiles and walks away from you to the other side of the bar. you can’t see his lips moving, but you can tell they are because now she’s looking at him instead of you. then she looks at you, as if wanting you to say the words yourself. so you do, in a glance and a quick nod. her white teeth flash again when she smiles. she grabs her glass from the counter, filled with some type of expensive scotch. she had actually been old enough to drink, her being two years your senior.

your eyes trailed her as she made her way around. people crowded your vision of her every so often as they conversed with those around them, swiveling in their bar chairs.

“hi.” she finally says when she’s standing in front of you, looking even better up close.

“hi.” you say back as you take her in.

“mind if i sit?”

“not at all.”

share slides so easily into the seat with this energy that makes your stomach suddenly feel fuzzy.

“how’ve you been?” she asks.

“good, yourself?” you ask in return, your fingers trailing themselves around the rim of her glass. she glances at the action out of the corner of her eye.

“i mean, a lot has changed. good change though, all thanks to your album. let’s just say i won't be out of a job anytime soon.”

you laugh, “so is this drink a thank you?”

“you could say that. it’s also just a kind gesture. i saw that guy bothering you earlier.”

“bothering isn’t the right word choice. he was harmless really.” you take a sip of the martini, “besides, i know how to handle myself.”

shuri stares at you for a moment, entranced by your being. her hands are resting on her lap but they ache to reach out for your exposed skin. ever since the album party she couldn’t help but think about you. work crushes were extremely unprofessional and she prided herself on never mixing pleasure with business. you were just that one exception for her and it made her head spin.

that night at the party you had barely even talked to her, but she watched everything you did. which, she would be surprised if anyone had not been watching you that night. the party was all about you. granted, it was partly about shuri too considering she had collaborated on it. she was nice to the people who came up to her and congratulated her work. she watched as you did the same thing.

she barely got the chance to talk to you, so the fact she was talking to you now made her feel like it may be one of the last convenient chances she gets.

“do you turn down everyone who tries to flirt with you?”

“i’m not turning you down am i?” you ask her, moving your eyes from your glass to her. “why do you ask?”

shuri felt like she was caught, “i saw you do it at the party. i saw you do it tonight. i never see any media covering any dating stories with you so i’m just tryna see what the deal is.”

you raise your eyebrow, “so you’re trying to see if i’m fair game.”

shuri smiles again, this time it looks shy and innocent. it makes you swoon a little.

“yeah i guess you could say that.”

you can’t help but cling onto every word that she says because of her wakandan accent. it was so sexy the way she made every word sound so much more special than it really was. it had been sexy when you heard it over the phone and at the party, but it felt somewhat different this time.

“what time is it?” you ask her, which catches shuri by surprise.

“um,” she quickly pulls her phone out of her back pocket and opens it, “eleven fifty-six.”

you sit and think for a moment. you had to be back up at five in the morning for a photoshoot but you figured it was still early enough in the night to have some fun. lucky shuri.

“okay. let’s go to wherever you’re staying at.”

shuri was shocked by your response. she knew she was attractive and had some game. however, you were a task she couldn’t even begin to imagine tackling. you were on this pedestal to the entire world that almost made it impossible to see you as a fellow human being. with your millions of followers and “i’m the shit” mentality it made you intimidating. you were the prize and shuri had her eyes on you.

“okay, yeah. i’ll get us an uber.” shuri says while searching through her phone for the app. “it says it will be here in ten minutes.”

“cool, we can wait by the entrance.”

you get up from your chair and throw down a couple fifties. your drinks didn’t cost much but you did say you’d tip well.

shuri follows behind you like a lost puppy which makes her feel some kind of way. she wasn’t used to being the follower or the less dominant one. all you ever oozed was dominance and control. she was desperate to break that wall down and see what you were really like beneath it all. no one is ever that composed.

“so,” shuri starts as she leans against the wall next to the entrance, “what have you been up to since the album release?”

you can’t help but laugh, “everything i’ve been up to is posted on my socials.”

“oh, i know.” shuri checks her phone, “aren’t you going to ask what i’ve been up to?”

you hum, “shuri, what have you been up to?”

“nothing much. just done a lot of work producing wise. i’ve been attending a lot of events of my own recently.”

“i saw on your insta. i’m glad you were able to find a free night.” you stare into her dark brown eyes.

“yeah, me too.”

a silence consumes the two of you despite all the talking and low music filling the room. you’d never quite felt like this with anyone before. this feeling of being okay with being around someone other than yourself. shuri could sense you weren’t a person who let their exterior down easily. not your real one anyway. the wakandan knew she had a huge task ahead of her, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to do it all in one night. however, she knew you were feeling her, and that was good enough.

everything was going great as she continued to get closer to you with every slight step. she figured it was good for her to get closer since you weren’t telling her to stop. it wasn’t like she made the distance closing unobvious. then, of course, her phone went off.

“the uber is here.” shuri says while turning her phone off and looking back up at you.

“are you ready?” you ask her.

“yeah?” shuri says with curiosity. why wouldn’t she be?

“no, i mean are you ready?” you ask again while looking outside of the window closest to you both. shuri follows your gaze and notices all of the people outside readying their large cameras. now she knows what you meant. once pictures hit the media of you two in date outfits and getting into the same car meant all hell would break loose.

“are you ready?” shuri can’t help but ask. she was concerned about how much you’d have to deal with when the morning came. you were the shooting star and she was simply the sky that surrounded you. the attention would be on you, not her.

“i’m always ready.” you say while smiling and grabbing her hand. it made her eyes widen and she could feel the heat spreading across her soft face.

your feet pick up sooner than her own, so for the first couple steps you’re practically dragging her along. shuri eventually picks up the pace at the right time. she can see the paparazzi positioning their cameras on you and her before you’ve even exited the building.

“open the door for me.” you say under your breath as you finally make it to the big glass doors. shuri very quickly follows your command and it makes you smile.

voices begin to flood the entire entrance area, and they're all shouting for you.

“put your arm around my waist.”

shuri nods and does just that, confused by your motives.

you both begin walking down the sidewalk to the uber that seemingly couldn’t park any closer. clicks and flashes of light cloud your vision and ears but you were used to it. you hardly ever blinked anymore when one of them went right off in your face. however, shuri was struggling to make her way through it all. she wasn’t used to so many photos begin taken of her at once. she was someone who stayed in the background, never front and center.

“y/n, are you two an item?”

“maybe!” you answer with a soft, girl next door smile. you had been practicing it since you first got big.

“shuri! was this a date?” one of them asks as they shove a camera into her face. it was none other than tmz.

“well, um...” she fumbles to find the right words, afraid she may say the wrong thing and ruin her chances with you.

“it was a catch up. shuri produced one of the singles on my new album. you should def go and stream it!” you say, quickly recovering the conversation and making sure the camera grabs your good side. shuri is impressed by how good you were at giving the media not what they want, but just what they need.

“is her arm not around your waist? seems pretty romantic to me.”

“she’s making sure i don’t get lost in the crowds. besides, i don’t mind a cute girl on my hip.”

that part made her catch her breath a little. it was as if her heart stopped beating for a second and then continued on. especially when you looked up at her with sparkling eyes.

“sorry guys, we’ve gotta go.” shuri says when she realizes that you’ve both finally reached the car.

the paparazzi continued to take photos of the two of you as you hop into the car together. the driver doesn’t say a word. living in new york as an uber driver meant you picked quite a few celebrities. the less you talked meant a better tip.

shuri simply puts her hand on your leg, wanting to squeeze the skin beneath her fingertips. you lay your head on her shoulder, content with the touching. this was sure to be an interesting night as the two of you ached to touch one another in other ways.

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#stvrdrops #fanfic #mcu shuri #princess shuri #shuri #shuri fic #shuri fanfic #shuri fanfiction #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri/reader #wlw #sapphic #mcu fanfic #marvel #singer!reader & shuri #Spotify

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 4 months

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Johnny Cage had fallen to the bottom.

It was more correct to say that he had hit rock bottom, but it wasn't humiliating enough, so he had dug his life out to get even lower. He was full of debt. His marriage was in trouble, and he didn't even know why.

Sure, he and Cristina argued, but never like this, as if they hated each other. She wasn't willing to live a life that wasn't at the top.

You were one of Hollywood's leading actors. And look at you now, you're mediocre. You don't even have the money to compensate for the lack of talent.

Another sore point: work. Nobody took him seriously. He was just the typical handsome guy you called for the lead male role in a romance movie. It was fine, as long as he was twenty.

Suddenly, at thirty-five, he was too old for those roles. Bullshit: Jason Statham was fifty-six, and women went crazy for him.

Didn't he look like a dilf? Had her beauty already faded? He had thought about a surgical touch-up to rejuvenate himself, which not only had not done what it was supposed to but had also left him a scar, proof of his umpteenth failure.

Jobless, almost broke, with a wife who wanted to leave him and a disfigured face, Johnny would have been willing to do anything. Even acting for an indie production of little importance, as long as they paid him. Only, not a Korean production.

Korean TV series and films are going strong on Netflix, and South Korea will one day take its place among the top producers of entertainment.

But why couldn't he star in something like Squid Game? Or Parasite? Hell, anything would have been better than The God of War and I.

It was terrible, but it was based on a best-selling novel in Korea, and as long as there was a chance to make money, Netflix didn't care about the quality of the product.

Johnny should have refused the first time he read the script. Unfortunately, he was in no condition to turn down a job and had to accept the role of second male lead.

The second male lead was actually a mindless villain, who tortured the male lead and was obsessed with the female lead.

Johnny had cursed that damned script several times, also cursing the screenwriters and the author of the novel, equally responsible. God must not have appreciated the amount of curse. How else can one explain dying and transmigrating into the character he should have played, Johnatan Carlton?

“God, if you are listening to me…go fuck yourself.”

Coming soon...

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boobamilktease · 5 months

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Tragic Fates - 1

Ever since I was a babe, my family had great relations with the Targaryens. My family had been there for the birth of Aegon, and they had been for the birth of my siblings, and eventually me.

Growing up with the Targaryens is a surprisingly stressful experience. I was always in the middle, never choosing a side, though I always leaned towards more Aemond’s side than others. Aemond, though he was quiet, was a joy to have around. He was like a much needed breath of fresh air….before the accident.

I wasn’t present for the accident when it occurred, but I did sneak to see him after the maester finished stitching his wounded eye. He looked so empty when I saw him…just sitting there. I remember gently creeping closer to him and I eventually called out to him.

“Aemond….are you ok?” I ask him, to which he doesn’t respond, only staring at what’s in front of him. Worry is written on my face and I attempt to call out to him once more. “Aemond…I heard what happened……” this statement seemed to finally snap him out of his daze as he stares at me with a cold look in his eye. “Why do you care? You won’t believe me….my own father doesn’t care enough to punish Lucerys!” Aemond says frustrated.

“I believe you Aemond…..I’ve been your friend for how many years now? And I do care about you! You are my friend! Blood related or not we are siblings.” I say, pouring my emotions to him…if he thought I didn’t care for him, he was entirely wrong.

Though, this didn’t stop the slight drift Aemond and I had between us. Aemond spent more time in his sword training and I was busy being prepared to be a wife. I was 14 when my betrothal was announced to the public. I was betrothed to a young lord of 18 who was not the ugliest man I’ve ever seen, but not the prettiest. Aemond was way more gorgeous than him.

Regardless, my wedding went without a fail, much to someone’s dismay. The bedding ceremony was as my mother described, mediocre at best. But what was interesting, was how Aemond stared at me all throughout the feast. Not once did he ask me to a dance, given they weren’t his thing though, and his eye never once drifted away from me.

For a while I thought I had done something to upset him, but in honesty I did nothing wrong. We never argued, we just slowly drifted apart as our lives became more complicated. Besides the mediocre bedding ceremony and many more attempts later, my marriage was ok. Obviously, I did not harbor any romantic appeal towards my betrothed, and surprisingly he understood.

We became more as friends than lovers, often telling jokes and gossip than having sex or producing heirs. I liked it this way, and so did he, but of course our families were concerned as to why no heirs had been conceived or at least a recorded attempt to conceive one. To that in which we came up with the little white lie saying I couldn’t be pregnant Ed resulting in a mistress.

As the years went by, my husband and the mistress were able to produce heirs enough to satisfy our families, and while they weren’t my children, I was an aunt to them. I was happy and proud that they were able to have children, and still consider me to be apart of their family. I was happy until I received a letter at my door stating that Prince Aemond was to be married soon and his wedding would be held in two moons. Instantly I was reminded of our history, and I was happy for him…right?

#hotd aemond #hotd fanfic #prince aemond #aemond x reader #aemond the kinslayer #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen #fanfic

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yourfavsspotifywrapped · 6 days

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a deeply honest review of the tortured poets department

okay, so i will take this moment to preface that i am not a professional music journalist or anything like that--i'm just very interested in music, and i've grown up with taylor swift for quite a long time. i would also like to say that i think she is capable of making quite good art and that she is an exceptional songwriter, especially for someone who frequently writes alone or with a team of 1-3 close professional friends.

to be totally honest, this album is mediocre. i've seen a lot of blind swiftie praise for it (as per usual) and a whole lot of hate from people who don't seem like they've listened to more than one song (also pretty typical), and i just don't find either to be warranted. it's boring.

though it was perhaps emotionally difficult to parse through, nothing about this album feels like it was challenging for swift to write on a technical or skill-based level. she relies on her old songwriting tricks, which i think can be a good place to start, but nearly all of the tracks on this one feel like second drafts at best rather than songs that were poured over for weeks before she was happy with them.

there are also just. so many corny moments, beginning at the track titles. they lack the maturity that i was expecting from this album. i'm not one of those people who thinks work that claims to be "poetic" has to have an indie-ish sound to it by any means, but i think the lyrics themselves have to have a certain depth and richness to them. i've seen arguments that this sort of corniness in combination with the concept of poetry is sarcastic on swift's part, but even if that's true, it still feels like that just doesn't work or excuse mediocre and cringeworthy lyricism. which is certainly not all that's on this album, but it's there enough that it greatly takes away from my experience.

she also relies too heavily on longtime producer jack antonoff, who can't seem to do anything new or interesting with her work at this point in their collaboration. midnights felt like they just camped out in a studio together for 2 weeks and went "yessss that's so fire" at each other with no outside influence, and this feels the same way except they invited aaron dessner for the latter half and he did what he could to salvage it. the end result is a mix between 1989 2 and evermore 2. i truly feel like she needs someone in that studio with her who hates her to push her to reach something new creatively.

that being said, there are things i liked about it:

-i always enjoy the way swift incorporates turns of phrase and flips them on their heads, which is something she seems to love to do, and this album is full of that kind of wordplay (some of it stronger than others).

-i like the features she picked a lot more than i was expecting to, especially post malone. fortnight is an excellent title track, and he blends so seamlessly into the background.

-there is a lot of religious imagery that is a thread that runs throughout the album (one that is even stronger in the songs i specifically like).

-though many of her tongue-in-cheek moments fall exceptionally flat, several of them work quite well (for example, "is that a bad thing to say in a song?" from florida!!! or "lights camera bitch smile" from icdiwabh).

ultimately, i would say that i think this is a mixed bag album that could've been about 15 tracks shorter. it's not her worst work, and it's not a bad pop album, but it's definitely not her best. it falls far too in her comfort zone, and to me, that makes it only a 6.5/10 album. above average, but not by much. it's totally fine to make average music, that's what creates the average, but i have so much belief that she is capable of better because i have seen it.

#taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #album review #i guess?#not that anyone actually cares what i think lol

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wearevillaneve · 1 year

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Endgame.

Q: When is a good time to leave a fandom? A: When there's no future to look forward to and a past too painful to look back at. Welcome to the 2023 Killing Eve fandom and here's the latest news. There is no news. There is nothing in development. The stars of the show have parted ways and moved on to new projects and so have many in the fandom. But don't take my word for it.

Good question. What else is there to talk about Killing Eve? How long can you be bummed the fuck out by that ending? How many times can you watch that sweet kiss between Eve and Villanelle and wonder what kind of life they could have had together if only a better writer than Laura Neal was in command of their destiny? How many times will you think about a Season Four rewatch only to wonder why bother? Wine improves over the passage of time, but nothing's going to make that shitty ending better. Anger and resentment can only take you so far. After it fades into disgust and depression, it's just a grey cloud hanging over your head while it eats you up inside.

KE fanfics have helped me get through the depression and disgust I felt after the finale, but the seething rage at Neal and Sally Woodward Gentle though---that has not gone away.

I keep thinking there's something more to say about Killing Eve and how it went from being born for greatness before sliding into mediocrity before the bitter disappointment of the finale. I keep thinking that, but really what more needs to be said about it?

In the immediate aftermath of "Hello, Losers" the KE fandom went hunting for bastards to blame. The obvious targets were head writer Laura Neal and chief producer Sally Gentle and coupled with some truly awful interviews by the pair in Collider, Decider, and the Hollywood Reporter, they went out of their way to justify being cast as the villains. Afterward, more witches needed to be set alight, and some fans, including some I personally respect, settled on Sandra Oh as next to dragged face down over concrete for not openly denouncing the finale (Jodie Comer escaped the scorn by swiftly pivoting to her one-woman play, Prima Facie, and shutting up about Killing Eve entirely). I've never thought the scorn for Sandra was merited or justified. Most of it hinged on a vaguely worded "quote" from a Gay Times interview in 2018 that has been hung around the actress's neck as evidence she never believed in a same-sex relationship between Eve and Villanelle. I read it differently, but I admit to perhaps being biased on the behalf of a mature Asian woman cast in a role written for a much younger White woman. But mostly I don't think it's entirely fair to blame any actor for the failure or even give them too much credit for the success of any given show. Even in Prima Facie, there's still a playwright who provided the dialogue and a director making sure everything comes together to put Comer in the best light. In film, television, or plays, collaborating successfully with other talented people is the secret sauce that separates success from failure. This is a hard, fast rule and something any KE fan who watched the plunge from a Phoebe Waller-Bridge to Laura Neal can attest to. New Yorker film critic Richard Brody wrote in response to the 2022 Academy Award nominations, "It’s rare for actors to give performances better than the film they’re in. Actors, whatever power they may have as stars, are still, in effect, employees, working under the command of directors."

I agree with Brody, and add when there is constant churn and turnover in the writer's room the actors can't act their way out of it. Indeed, the saving grace of Season Four is the consistency of Comer and Oh who often created the best moments out of the table scraps of Neal's uninspired and clumsy scripts. They succeeded in spite of Neal, not because of her. Very little blame has been directed toward Oh and Comer for the work they did as actors in Killing Eve's fatally flawed final season. They did their best with the little they were given to work with, but even these two accomplish award-winners could not redeem the damnable, disgusting mess of a last go-round that was Season Four. But it's not enough to sustain my enthusiasm or direct participation. It seems unlikely I will ever not be a fan of Oh and Comer, but what I'm not particularly interested in is turning a Killing Eve blog into a Sandra Oh or Jodie Comer blog. No disrespect to Big Swiss, The End We Start From, The Sympathizer, or the second season of Invincible, but none of those things have anything to do with Killing Eve. This is why this blog began years ago and why it will end days from now. Stepping away simply makes more sense than hanging on. There is nothing else to say about Killing Eve, but even if there is, I'm not the one to say it.

#killing eve #endgame #killing eve analysis #take a bow #eve x villanelle #eve polastri #villanelle #villaneve #ke s4 sucked #everybody knows #stepping out #the end is here

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themattress · 7 months

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If I may vent a little...

Now that we are upon the 10th anniversary of the end of Pokémon's fifth generation and the dawning of its sixth, which also means the end of the Best Wishes anime series and start of the XY anime series, I have thoughts and feelings I wish to express. I still love Best Wishes for what it is, and respect XY for what it is, and will forever tout that both of them were crucial stepping stones in the anime producers' learning curve toward the greatness of the Tomiyasu era we're enjoying today (well, we who have good taste in Pokémon cartoon shows, anyway).

........With that said. Thinking about what they could have been really pisses me off.

As I've covered before, Best Wishes was planned as a Black/White-based series where every major running plot thread would ultimately converge in the third year and result in a games-inspired finale at the Unova League. Ash's quest to collect badges from the Gym Leaders, Iris' character arc and the Village of Dragons, Cilan's position as a Pokémon Connoisseur who evaluates how trainers have brought up their Pokémon, Team Rocket's covert military operation to conquer Unova, the legend of Reshiram and Zekrom / the Heroes of Truth and Ideal, and of course Team Plasma....all of that was to form a greater whole, and it would have been revolutionary for the anime. Unfortunately, Game Freak decided they were in the mood for doing something revolutionary themselves: making full-on sequels Black 2/White 2 rather than the expected Gray edition. This single-handedly destroyed the writers' big plan for the anime series, meaning the plot threads would remain mostly segregated.

And as much of a shame as this is, it couldn't be helped. What absolutely could have been helped, though, was how the third year unfolded even with the separate plot threads. @ultraericthered nailed it in this post - we could have had a Unova League that, while not entirely satisfying, is a step above the mess we ended up getting; we could have had Iris' arc come back in more meaningful ways than just some random filler arc episode with Clair and a post-series special episode tying into it; and we absolutely could have had the Myth Arc hodgepodge of BW/B2W2 material fleshed out into something that was truly great and that lasted the duration of the year. I love Episode N in a bottle, but when I step back and look at it in relation to the greater whole it aggravates me so much. The third year of Best Wishes that we ended up with aggravates me so much! Because there was no good reason for it to be as mediocre as it is; it only happened because Junichi Masuda started on the whole "worldwide release for new gen games on this specific date" trend that the franchise has suffered from ever since. And as a result, we get the year / season (called "Adventures in Unova - and Beyond!" in the international dub) that does little but provide all the valid justification that Best Wishes haters in the online fandom ever needed to justify their hate.

Speaking of which, both the fuckery that Best Wishes' production went through and the online fan hatred for it helped shape the following XY series into being the way it was: the darling of the online fan community but the bane of the Japanese target demographic...and thus the producers due to the free-falling ratings. And I can't help but imagine: what if things went differently? What if we had a series where Ash wasn't hamfistedly turned into the power fantasy his rabid online standom wanted him to be, if Serena wasn't in love with him and like her Pokémon Adventures manga counterpart pursued Sky Battles as her goal rather than Showcases (which makes infinitely more sense given that it's rebelling against her mother pushing Rhyhorn Racing on her and helps make her far less of a retread of May and Dawn), if the early kinks in Clemont and Bonnie's characters were ironed out and their father being a masked superhero made to actually matter, if Team Rocket's zanyness was reigned in and they were allowed to have more carryovers from Best Wishes while still keeping their humorous qualities, and above all: if Alain and Mairin's journey wasn't confined to four occasional side-specials but was the subject of entire episodes? Yes, what if the show had Alain as a dual protagonist and actually rotated his and Ash's stories on a regular basis, which would create less filler and build even more hype for when they cross paths? That would have been absolutely amazing, and set a natural precedent for Ash not being as much "the lead" as he used to be that gets followed up in Sun & Moon where he's part of a large ensemble and Journeys where he and Goh are co-leads side by side. The third year where everything comes together, XY&Z, would have been made even stronger this way and made the series as a whole even more cohesive. I honestly wouldn't dare argue the XY series was overrated if that was the XY series we got! I'd be right there in the chorus singing its praises!

But alas, we got a series where Ash was hamfistedly turned into the power fantasy his rabid online standom wanted him to be, where Serena was in love with him and she pursued Showcases as her goal because the writers wanted to do the May/Dawn formula again except far more gendered this time, where Clemont and Bonnie suffered early kinks in their characters and their father being a masked superhero was absolutely pointless, where Team Rocket suffered a drop in relevancy and competence while behaving crazy to an irritating degree, and where Alain and Mairin only got the four occasional side-specials prior to their involvement in XY&Z which helped make the preceding two years a pandering, formulaic and largely aimless slog. As such, it ended up as just another stepping stone to greatness rather than something great in of itself; forever stuck in the shadow of what it could have been.

Well, I've vented. Now to loop back around to end things on a positive note.

#Pokemon #Pokeani #Best Wishes #Pokemon X/Y #Opinion #Analysis #Executive Incompetence #What Could Have Been #They Wasted a Perfectly Good Plot #This Show Got Screwed Up #Anti-Pokeani

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aoxue · 9 months

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no but also 3chen 3zun and songxiao 💖💖💖

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Going in reverse order! 💖

Ship: SONGXIAO

Ship it? I am a songxiao fan first and a MDZS fan second

1) What made you ship it? Those like, two minutes in CQL where it is revealed that Xiao Xingchen dug out his eyes and gave them to Song Lan and then immediately proceeds to kill Song Lan. And then after, watching XXC kill himself and destroy his soul after learning what he's done to SL, and SL going off to care for and nurture what's left of him for the next eternity. It is peak drama out here for these men. Shakespeare kind of nonsense. It did take reading up on details from the novel, since CQL does miss out on some of the key details (as most of the adaptations do), for all the pieces to come together. But then after that, also reading a lot of fixit fic! I have been gone for them ever since

2) What are your favorite things about the ship? It's about the mutual love, trust, and respect. It's the terrible selflessness. It's the devotion that transcends death itself. It's about having your own life with your own tasks and motivations and morals, but being so lucky as to find another person who understands you and is in sync enough that you can walk your paths side by side and work together toward the dreams you create together. And yet it's also about literally losing pieces of yourself for the sake of another person. It's about horrific acts done out of love with only the best intentions at heart. It's the way none of this tragedy would have befallen them if they didn't care about each other so damn much. It's two very attractive and extremely competent and good-hearted men in the most yin/yang relationship I've ever seen. It's the purported universal touch aversion with one (1) special exception. (This is fanon, but I really love the explicit conversations about consent and boundaries that these two have in fic, even for something as simple as holding hands. Aspec songxiao, also a great flavor.) It's the watching, dumbfounded, as the guy you like splits his sides laughing at wuxia China's most mediocre joke. It's home being another person. It's A-Qing getting to have two dads. I could go on.

3) Is there an unpopular opinion you have about this ship? As much as I think about these guys, probably multiple! I disagree when people say the relationship was weak to have fallen apart so easily, or when people vilify Song Lan for acting the way he did in the aftermath of the Baixue massacre. It's as if an outside entity carried out extreme acts of violence specifically tailored to ruin these guys' lives in the most hurtful way possible. I think that'd put, like, at least a little strain on any relationship between two people, probably. It might also make the direct victim of some of this violence a little upset, and perhaps liable to say a thing or two he doesn't mean in the heat of the moment. Seeing as he is a human person. Who knows.

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Ship: 3ZUN

Ship it? Yes, but only casually, I admit

1) What made you ship it? As a CQL native, the dynamics are clearly worked into the show, especially xiyao, as well as some nieyao, and they make an impact, for sure. But honestly, a large part of it also comes from the 3zun fanwork I've seen people produce? There is some STELLAR stuff out there about these guys. It's helped win me over.

2) What are your favorite things about the ship? It's the way all three of them would like to make things work, and all three of them care about each other, but each have their own approaches to life that are so in conflict with the others. This post sums it up really well for me: NMJ was raised to live honorably and die young, JGY was raised to survive and be secure, and LXC was raised to take responsibility for everyone around him. I really like the xiyao dynamics of "I've done every evil thing someone can do, but you are the one living person I hold sacred" and "you helped me at my lowest and I see you the way nobody else does (which is simultaneously a truer version of you and STILL ALSO an awful facade)." The utter betrayal while still genuinely caring for a person and then dying in front of them, leaving them to unpack all of that on their own for the next however many years. nielan presumably hit the sect heirs to friends to lovers/sect leaders thrust into power too young and dealing with the heavy weight of what their fathers left behind beats. nieyao had something going for them before it all went sideways and pretty soon you're monologuing to your ex's severed head in your secret evil lair/closet. Not a great look, Yaoyao

3) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I know that's part of the appeal for some people, but once we move from Meng Yao to Jin Guangyao, the nieyao leg of 3zun gets a pretty dicey and it becomes a harder sell for me. When JGY's main objective becomes maintaining a secure position in the Jin clan (including defaulting to JGS's opinions, which NMJ is known to disagree with, vocally, and semi-frequently), it's hard for me to get them to a place where I'd find them compatible enough to ship. And certainly when JGY starts to sabotage NMJ, that's a total no-go for me :/ I'm keeping them away from each other

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Ship: 3CHEN

Ship it? Yes!

1) What made you ship it? I don't actually remember an inciting incident, exactly? I am sure it had to do with happenings on the lanlan discord. Probably comes down to being a lanlan appreciator, but also songxiao being my #1 at the end of the day, and wanting, as ever, for Song Lan to catch a break, perhaps even some slack. I really do think these three would work very well together, especially after all they've been through by the end of MDZS. There is so much healing they can do together. They've all been dealt a really rough, but kind of similar, hands. Lan Xichen and Song Lan have the grief and survivor guilt over their respective dear friends/bfs that they can process together (and for the ship to work, I think this step needs to come first before XXC reenters the picture). Lan Xichen and Xiao Xingchen both had their good faith taken advantage of, which led to the deaths of innocent people and men they loved, and they have similar guilt to process. Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen have their shared history (see: everything above), and they're dealing with different sides of the same traumatic events; they also have a lot of work to do to learn how to exist around each other again comfortably. Put all 3 of these guys in the same place, and you have a lot to work with, I think. Also, Song Lan has two hands (let him have two beautifully kind and loving boyfriends)

2) What are your favorite things about the ship? The dynamics and healing potential explained above! But also, I think the characters are fun together. They're all good boys who would all love and support each other. They're all enormously skilled cultivators, and would be a match for each other in that regard. None of them care about social status in their judgements of people. Xichen is well versed in sect politics and policy, while songxiao are the type to effect change through direct, small-scale action, with Song Lan being the more practical and Xiao Xingchen being less limited by societal expectations; working together, they could improve things for a lot of people more effectively than they could apart. I like Song Lan's steady, serious devotion with Xiao Xingchen's softness and light silly streak and Lan Xichen's good humor and patience. I like Song Lan being able to step outside when he's had enough touch for the moment while his bfs can keep getting their cuddles in, and then blushing as hard as a fierce corpse can when he comes back indoors and gets one little kiss on the cheek from each of them.

3) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? It's a small ship, so I'm not sure… But I think A-Qing should be in the 3chen picture. (I also think this about post-canon Yi City fixits generally.) If you're working in canon conditions, and you're doing the work to resurrect Xiao Xingchen in some creative way or another, why wouldn't you bring A-Qing along, too. She's probably easier to bring back than XXC. She also deserves better. She could have THREE dads. Imagine

#asks #songxiao #3chen #yeahhh i'm not gonna put this in the 3zun tag lol #ily thank you! <3 #aoxue.txt

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just-promise-me-jm · 6 months

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When the members of BTS were first starting to be courted by brands for endorsement deals, I had high hopes for whatever brand would be able to snatch up Jimin.

I am by no means a fashionista in my everyday life, but I am a big fan of fashion and enjoy keeping tabs on what the latest trends are. A sizable chunk of my YouTube history is watching reviews of the latest collections and seeing who wore what best (along with Jimin dance compilations, but that's a post for a different day). Generally speaking, the men's collections are never as eye-catching or as interesting to look at when compared to the women's collections (I'm using gendered terms here because that is typically how they are referred to by the fashion houses, obviously anyone should be able to wear whatever they like and feel comfortable in), and to be honest I've found most men's collections to be pretty underwhelming.

Dior in particular was never a fashion house that I paid much attention to in regards to their men's fashion because I am typically more drawn to their womenswear and accessories (not that I can ever afford them, but a girl can dream and if anyone has a spare Lady Dior bag they don't want please call me). I remember when Jisoo became an ambassador a few years ago and thinking that it was a smart choice to capitalize on her popularity and bring that brand into a whole new market. Designer fashion ain't cheap (obviously) and historically has been targeted towards an older audience because they were the only ones who could afford it. I know lately that has changed quite a bit and I'm happy to see more diversity in who is a spokesperson or ambassador for these brands.

When I saw that Jimin was being announced as their newest global brand ambassador I was so happy that he was going to be with such a reputable brand. I wasn't sure how I would feel about the clothes themselves but figured Jimin could wear a paper bag and look good so it almost didn't matter. What really mattered is that he would be treated like the icon he is and pampered as much as possible (if I can't remind him how amazing he is every day someone needs to).

Seeing the latest campaign photos and videos, it's clear that Dior values him and continues to recognize that he “exemplifies the timeless spirit and singularity of Dior” (source). He brings a freshness and vibrancy to these clothes that is all his own. Seeing any of the same items he wears on the rack or on a model in one of their shows just doesn't have the same impact.

Now no shade to this model whatsoever and obviously I am always going to think Jimin looks the best in something, but I really do think Jimin just adds a certain je ne sais quoi that can't be understated.

I am going to come back on here soon and talk about his work with Tiffany (because tbh that partnership had produced some of my favorite Jimin photos to date) but I will leave you with a few more of my favorite Jimin/Dior images and dream of the day I can afford something from Dior that isn't one of their (overpriced) lip oils.

Au revoir!

(p.s. all French in this post is courtesy of Google, I only speak English and very mediocre Spanish so I apologize in advance if any of the spelling is incorrect)

#bts jimin #jimin #park jimin #dior #Youtube

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toujokaname · 8 months

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Pump it up! / Episode 2

Author: Chitose Umeda

Characters: Nazuna

"Oddly enough, I feel like I'm the one looking forward to "Idol Nito Nazuna's" pamphlet the most…♪"

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Season: Autumn

Location: Training Room

A few days later.

Nazuna: One, two, three, four...

(I decided to consult with Kuro-chin and Chiaki-chin and work on a training program that's likely to show results even in a short span of time.)

(It's been a few days of training, but I still don't feel any changes in my body or muscles...)

(Though, it does feel a bit easier compared to the first day.)

(They say there's strength in perseverance. I'll keep working hard for the "Feature Live".)

...? Just now, is there anyone at the door—

Nazuna: Huh, it's Anzu.

Ahaha, it's pretty rare to see you wearing a jersey inside the ES building ♪

Since you're dressed like that, did you come here to train too, Anzu?

...I see. You've been so busy lately that you've been unable to do your daily exercise routine, so you came to the training room today.

Me? I'm training for the "Feature Live". I'm in the middle of stretching.

Eh...? When you ask me why I'm training, it's kinda hard for me to answer...

We discussed this in the office, right? About the performance and fitness.

After the meeting, I told everyone in Ra*bits that I was gonna do the "Feature Live"...

They're so happy and looking forward to it, they're even more excited about the show than I am about being on stage.

For my juniors and fans who're looking forward to seeing me, I feel more determined about preparing for the show and delivering a perfect stage, erasing all uncertainties.

In the unlikely event that it turns out mediocre... Whether it's because I had a hiatus, or because I'll be standing on stage alone, none of it's an excuse.

I wanna gain strength, build my muscles, and give it my all. I wanna show everyone the best performance I can do.

That's why I'm training on my own accord.

...Though I mean, instead of just talking about being enthusiastic, I should be moving my body. Since we're here, let's talk about it while exercising together ♪

Nazuna: You're glad I told you how I felt?

Fufu. I'm happy that you're putting even more effort into it, but if you get too busy, you might miss your daily exercises again~♪

...While we're here, can I ask you a question about the pamphlet shoot?

During my chat with the Ra*bits members, Tomo-chin mentioned it, and it caught my attention.

As a member of a unit, it's not every day you get a pamphlet that only you are featured in.

I felt it was a precious opportunity, and I wanted to make the pamphlet as good as possible in my own way.

I think I'm a bit overzealous, but...

I wanted to ask you again what kind of pamphlet you want for the "Feature Live."

...Hm, hm. You want it to be full of "good moments" of idols, huh?

To showcase each idol at their best, you want to capture expressions and moments that aren't often seen on stage...

Ohh, so, when you were talking with Kuro-chin, that's why you thought it might be a good idea to take a picture of me doing muscle training!

It's true that I don't look like that on stage. For my fans, it might be a face they've never seen before.

No, you don't need to say, "I'm sorry I didn't explain myself well enough".

After all, I have to listen to what the producer is thinking~

If that's the case... I'd like it to be something a bit more stylish. Having photos of me in motion would definitely be a plus ♪

"What kind of pictures do you want, if any?" ...Hmm~

I dunno what kinda figure or expression is good for me. I'm not used to being photographed like Izumi-chin and Arashi-chin.

I'd like to come up with ideas for it, but they might not come to me right away. If I keep flexing like this, my mind could become more adaptable. I wonder if I'll be able to come up with something.

Hm? You say it's okay to convey the image of myself I want through the pamphlet and the live?

......

Anzu, once the training is over, there's something I'd like to ask you...

Location: Break Room

Nazuna: I initially just wanted to chat a bit, so I'm sorry for getting you involved in work.

But thanks to Anzu's suggestions for locations, I'm starting to have a clearer vision of what I want.

Turns out, there are plenty of great spots within reasonable driving distance from ES. No need to go too far...

Well, I didn't expect so many suitable places for shooting. I'm so amazed I'm practically lost in deciding where to go ♪

Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have taken over your computer.

Anzu, if you've got your drink, why not take a seat here?

After a good workout, let's take it easy... ♪

...Mm, what is it? You wanna know why I wanted to shoot outdoors?

Well~ How should I put it? When you said to me, "It's okay to convey the image of yourself you want through this live..."

I thought, "it'd be good to show that I'm an energetic idol!"

I've had a hiatus from my idol activities, so coming back, I wanted to say, "Look at me, singing and dancing with a smile!"

The people around me are probably more worried and concerned about me than I think.

That's why. I thought that some people might feel relieved if they saw me perform on stage by myself this time.

I planned to approach it as if I'm insisting, "I'm doing this as an idol!" with so much fun, brightness, happiness, and energy.

I wanted to show that kind of image in the pamphlet, so I requested to be photographed outdoors ♪

Running and frolicking in the fields while basking in the sunlight... I'm gonna show off my lively side...☆

And this way, I can also move my body... mentioning it seems like an afterthought, but what I told you just now are my feelings. How about it?

You chose me because you can capture my natural expressions?

I'm glad~ When Anzu gives her stamp of approval, it puts me at ease ♪

Nazuna: You'll be coming along to the shooting too, right? I'll move my body as if I'm playing to my heart's content, so I hope you'll snap lots of pictures.

I wonder what kind of expression of mine will be captured? Perhaps, the me on stage is slightly different after all.

Oddly enough, I feel like I'm the one looking forward to "Idol Nito Nazuna's" pamphlet the most...♪

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#chitose umeda #idol story #nazuna

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