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strawberrystepmom · 4 months

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gojo x f!reader. cw: food mentions and suggestive theming. he refers to reader as sunshine.

this is a bit of a love language exploration. reader’s giving love language is acts of service (😔 never beating those allegations) and gojo’s is giving physical touch with a dose of words of affirmation. wc 1.3k

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune

There are times when the simple daily acts of taking care of Satoru feel like the sole thing you were put on earth to do.

Not in the fashion of the maids he was raised by, tutting over his wrinkled yukatas and forcing him to eat the slimy natto he’d swallow through a pout with eyes as watery as the oceans that color them, but as if you’re the well from which his energy springs. He wouldn’t think about little things like slowing down to eat, rest, drink, and enjoy without someone there to remind him to do it. The curse and blessing of being as close to otherworldly as one can be without entering the uncanny valley.

This realization came to you long before you admitted to anyone that you were enamored with him. Back when you were a pair of bratty teenagers and you’d only ever seen him munch on konpeito with a hand wrapped around a bottle of melon soda to wash the scratchy sugar crystals down. You were appalled at how little he cared about himself (you didn’t take excellent care of yourself either in those days, judgmental one…) but you took it upon yourself to start taking better care of yourself and him by proxy in the process. A small act of compassion for a friend would never hurt, you reasoned easily at 17.

At that point, your role was merely sharing bentos or onigiri you made for yourself with him, trading a bite of your tuna filled rice for a sip of his soda - the indirect kiss aspect of this ritual made him giddy for more years than he’d like to admit aloud - or some of the star shaped sugar crystals in his palm that he’d toss between your lips and teeth when you’d open your mouth wide enough to catch them.

(You’d stick your tongue out far enough to allow him to watch the sugar melt away and turn into a colorful splotch. His big eyes, animated as ever, widened further with each bright green and orange spot that appeared and washed away in a flash. This little ritual is also how both of you learned to French kiss but that’s a memory to reminisce upon another morning.)

The two of you experienced some terrible things your first year and his second year of high school. A certain part of you felt bad for how unapproachable and closed off he seemed after Suguru’s departure and you know now that the acts of kindness had a larger impact than intended. A stray cat that gets fed always returns, after all.

He keeps returning. You thank the stars above morning, noon, and night.

Now, caring for him is as steady and effortless as the click, click, click of the knob thay controls the flow of gas on your stove as a flame ignites beneath your rectangle shaped tamagoyaki pan. Oil sizzles and the sound of it mingles with the shower running across the apartment and Gojo’s singing that is somehow louder than both of these happenings.

No wonder the neighbors hate you.

Whatever off key song he has come up with at least makes you giggle while pouring enough egg into the pan to start the process of making breakfast. Some days you are both too busy to sit down and share these moments but you still make sure he eats, a bento always tucked into his bag that matches the one in yours. Thankfully you are both off today so you get to enjoy the process rather than rush through it.

“It smells amazing.”

You didn’t hear him shut off the shower, too busy pouring and positioning egg to notice wet footsteps across the floor and heading directly toward you. A towel is slung carelessly over his hips and you giggle when he drapes himself over your shoulder, his hands dangling down the front of you. Shifting your face, you meet his with a smile and pretend to frown when water droplets fall out of his hair and onto your shirt.

“Whatever happened to good morning?”

He looks up at you from the corner of his eye and then feigns a bright idea coming into his head, shaking it and making more droplets fall on you at the same time. Giggling, you try to simultaneously monitor your eggs and him at the same time.

“You’re so right, how could I forget!” He clears his throat dramatically and stands up, hands wrapping around your waist. He bends to whisper in your ear. “Good morning, sunshine.”

You glance up at him with a too fond smile. When did you become so soft? You’re no better than the sugar that used to melt on your tongue, more than charmed by his sweet words and tender touches. It may be written all over your face but you do your best to hide it, raising your brows and sighing dramatically.

“That’s better.”

Clicking off the heat and shooing him as much as you possibly can, you pull the hot pan off of the stove and deposit your eggs onto a cutting board. Even a few seconds of time apart makes Satoru antsy so he’s by your side long before you can miss him, an arm draped around your shoulder and a hand on his hip.

“Thank you for doing this. I know the sun makes you hiss before 10 so it means a lot.”

Rolling your eyes, you slice the tamagoyaki and he hums his approval immediately. Steam wafts through the air and you have to admit that it’s making your mouth water, too.

“You’re the only person I’d do it for,” you mutter under your breath and he laughs, leaning to kiss your cheek. “You’re a liar. You’d do this for anyone who needed it.”

You continue slicing and he removes his hand from his hip, reaching to grab one of the already cooling slices off of the cutting board and stuffing it into his mouth. It’s still too hot and whatever he was going to say next is lost completely when he burns his tongue. He breathes through his mouth for a second to cool the eggs down the rest of the way and you groan.

“Mouth closed. You’re an adult, I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”

Now that it has been sufficiently cooled down, he chews the mouthful and swallows. He knows you’re joking so there’s no hurt feelings, just a cheeky grin and a dramatic eye roll.

“I was going to say, before your breakfast tried to murder me, that I’m grateful you do it for me and not just because we live together.”

The way he beams down at you is all the thanks you need, his smile as big as he is, but the words make you squirm. You’ve never been good at accepting praise or compliments no matter the amount of them you’ve been given.

“Yeah, yeah. I did it willingly when I was just your late night call too, I know.” He scoffs and shakes his head, reaching for another piece of egg. You slap his hand away playfully. “You’ve never been just a late night call to me, you know that.”

This is true and you lean into his side, aware again that he’s naked except for that damn towel. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you tickle his side and he whines.

“Go get dressed. I’m feeding you natto this morning.”

Satoru Gojo, alleged grown man, whines again. Loudly, childishly, pathetically. You giggle at his dramatics and slump when he puts most of his weight on your shoulder, drooping.

“Really?” He asks and you shake your head. “No, we’re having salmon. Go get dressed.”

He shakes his hips and the towel wrapped around them threatens to fall right in the kitchen and you tap his side with a coy smile.

“Goooooo,” you urge. “The sooner you do the sooner we can eat and then our day can really begin.”

Raising your eyebrows suggestively, he picks up on your meaning immediately and holds the knot of the towel against him while he hurries to your room to pull on some sweatpants. They’re his favorite for easy access and he’s more than prepared to give you his thanks in the form of as many orgasms as you want as soon as you’ve both fueled up.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kendall writes #satoken

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Going Full Kook

TW: Smut. Language. Soft!Dom

SUMMARY: After your boyfriend, JJ, cheated, you get revenge by giving yourself to The King of the Kooks, Rafe…

WORD COUNT: 2300

*Requested*

Going Full Kook

You knew you should have listened to your friends when they told you that JJ Maybank was bad news. And yet, the way that he made your heart inflate when he called you 'princess' and smiled with those dimples that made you weak in the knees, their words became non existent. But now, the evidence was something that was undeniable. After having given him the majority of this summer in monogamy and compassion, he was wrapped around some touron with his lips having seemingly dissolved into hers. But that wasn't even the worst detail. This would come in the way that his core friends had all seemingly known, looking to you with that 'oh shit, we're busted' look, which left you feeling the depth of this betrayal.

And this is what brought you to sitting on this particular curb of Tannyhill, your eyes too focused on the street and your thoughts to notice the shift of shadows at your side.

"Finally decided to kick those pogues to the curb huh?" Rafe's voice, usually a means for a smile, was sharpened by his choice of words.

You pulled your legs to your chest, the pain returning tenfold. The thing was, you had one foot in both lifestyles; Kook and pogue, not necessarily more one than the other as you were adored by everyone for your caring heart and ability to vibe with either crowd. But this would not always be without comment, however, as both groups would question how you could be friends with the other, and none more than Rafe himself. Yet, at this moment, you couldn't seem to trust or favor anyone as you were too hurt.

"Oh shit, what'd I say?"

"He…cheated on me..." Rafe sat in silence, complete disbelief washing over his expression as you sucked in those stubborn tears that continued their cascade.

"And everyone covered for him...They all looked at me like I was the odd one out-"

"Well...I mean you are..." You glared at Rafe.

"I mean you're too good for them. I never understood why you ever hung out with them to begin with..." Usually you would defend them because of JJ. But you couldn't. And for the first time you didn't want to. They all knew about this girl and they just let it happen. They let you hurt and the only time it seemed to affect them was when you questioned them by nothing more than your vision alone.

"Fuck it. I'm going full kook-" Rafe's brows lifted in amusement.

"'Bout time...Now we can corrupt you like you were always meant to be." He teased as you found yourself focusing a little too long on his smile, that constant comfort now turning to arousal as the heat pooled between your thighs.

"So where should we start? Running up a bar tab? Maybe go sit at the Wreck while they are there, make Kie having to run her ass off and keep sending stuff back-" But as he continued to list all of these methods of vengeance, you had one of your own. Before you could think twice, you were set over him in a straddle.

"What are you-"

"Make me your girl, Rafe..." The words wore heavy on him, almost as if they had made him into cement or even been spoken in a language he didn't recognize. Either way, he remained in place with the only movement having been that of his eyes falling to your lips.

You would advance forward, realizing you would have to take the initiative. And so you would, fingers softly set at either of his shoulders, you pulled him into you as he was quick to reciprocate, lips slack to let you control the moment you clearly both wanted. He brought you further against him, doing so by just pulling you to him via the grip on your waist, before you wanted to show him your truest desire. With a hand to his jaw, you directed him away so you could kiss the corner of his new smirk, down a clenched jaw, and to his neck.

"I want you to fuck me, Rafe..." With a growl, you were lifted around him and into Tannyhill in an effortless stride. Once in his room, he kicked the door closed with his foot before leading you onto the bed. But as you were prepared to have a distraction session of quick but rough sex, you found his intentions to then rival you.

"This isn't a rebound. If we do this, it means you're mine." He explained while guiding your legs tighter around his hips as you looked back up at him. He was aggressive and dominant, yet in a way that was still compassionate.

"It means you're my girl through and through. No talking to pogues. No going to The Cut for ANY reason-especially to see any of THEM-" He lowered over you, hand on the back of your neck as he brought you in to him.

"And in return, you'll have all of ME." You swallowed hard at the thought. Rafe was a rare breed in many ways. He was born under privilege but always felt emotionally undeserving, which made him lash out with the use of specific vices. But you knew that if ever a girl were lucky enough to keep his focus, he would devote himself to her. But you would turn out to be the lucky one as his devotion was set to you.

"Tell me you understand, sweetheart, and I promise you'll never need anyone else ever again...I'll take care of you in every way..." You couldn't believe your ears. As you had craved these words from JJ, only ever been met with a kiss in its place that distracted you enough to ignore those red flags of distant emotion. But now, you had it spoken to you in abundance, behind a pair of intimidating sapphire irises as desperate for your acceptance as you were to give it.

You nodded as he tightened his grip just enough to not cause pain, but to send your nerves firing on all cylinders.

"I need to hear you say it. Not just because you're hurting...but because you want me. I want to make sure you understand." You nodded.

"Plesse Rafe, I want you..." To this, he led his thumb across your bottom lip to appreciate your kiss-an action you made sultry by taking it between your teeth and sucking on its edge.

"Shit..." You bit softly onto the pad of his finger before he withdrew and pulled you into a deep kiss. A tongue passionately rolling across your parted mouth warranted a moan to which he'd smirk, before he would pull your dress up and over your head. Once nearly bare, you reached for his shirt to find him to stop you, doing it himself, before you were able to trail your touch down his abdomen.

"Fuck..." You breathed, made aware of the figure he held beneath those polos and buttoned plaids until now.

"All yours...and I want you to leave marks, baby...I wanna wear you."

"Rafe..." You breathed into a moan as he'd offer one final kiss before pulling your legs higher against him until you were on your back.

"Did he make you come this way?" You didn't answer as JJ had done and introduced nearly every sexual action possible to you. But even his most erotic of movements didn't compare to Rafe's kiss. This was because his was done out of pure emotion with your release foremost on his mind, as he may not have been patient with much, but eith sex, he was meticulous.

"Well I'll just have to make you come every way I can until you forget you even met him, let alone let him touch you..."

"Oh God..." You moaned as his tongue made it's way from your ankle to your sex, teasing the fabric as your back pulled into an arch.

"I wanna hear my name so I know you're thinking of me baby..." He paused until you looked at him, the most devilish of smirks now on his face. "And then I'll make you scream it-"

You gasped as your panties were literally torn from your hips and he was between your thighs in seconds, tongue at a vicious pace to your clit. His name came through each breath as if it had been the oxygen itself as he then inserted his fingers. One to start, a single circle made just to test your limits before a second would then join, curving into your g-spot as your toes curled to the sensation.

"This feel good, baby?"

"Yes! So good!"

"And this?" He added a third, stretching you well beyond what you were used to as JJ had touched you enough for preparation, but not in longevity. It was clear Rafe was making this about you, and he was nowhere near done.

"Please Rafe-"

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart..."

"You!"

"Not very specific, there..."

"Fuck me!" The desperation made him chuckle as he turned you around and pulled you up until your back came to a rest against his chest.

"Not until I've touched every inch to erase his..." And he would. Every inch from your hair pulled into a grip as you kissed in deep circuits of tongues and interrupted breathing to the polished toes that curled as his fingers returned to your pussy, sobbing for release. Between this, for what seemed endless, he fondled your breasts with care, devoting time to twisting and kneading the nipples while his lips found yours between sets.

"Oh, God, Rafe, please...." You groaned.

"Say it. Say what you want."

"You....to..fuck me..." You struggled as his fingers remained relentless, deep strokes and curls making your body nearly transcend from this moment with him.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

"How? How does my girl wanna come?"

"Any way!"

"No-" He pulled a wrap around your neck. "This isn't about me. This isn’t to appease me. This is about you. About making you mine. So tell me how you want me to make you come-"

"On top. I wanna be-be on top-" Before you could even blink, you were over him in a straddle.

"You sure you want it this way? I won't go easy on you just because you're mine now..."

You threw your head back, claws marking his chest and inciting a growl before he lined himself against you.

"Take it all, baby girl...it's yours now..." You bit your bottom lip upon using him at your pleasure. The way his hips flexed up to meet yours drove you both into perfect rhythm as he groaned beneath you and you moaned above him.

"Look at me..." He ordered as your wrists were taken by only one of his hands as the other stayed on your hip.

"I want you to ride me until you're dripping...let me come inside you...and then you're gonna come sit on your new seat so I can clean you up, okay?" He explained as he liked his lips as you whined as he kept your hands bound before lifting and releasing your hands.

"Good girl, you tske my cock so fuckijg well. See, you were made for me...not some dirty fucking pogue who can't make you come like me...right?"

"Yes!"

"And this is only the start baby...I'm gonna leave you so sore every time I'm with you and you'll take it with a smile because you know it's because it means your mine."

"Yours-"

"Then come for me sweetheart...clench that tight pussy for me...and make me come inside you...come on...jyst like that...oh yeah...yes...fuck...." He spoke as you accelerated your speed, your body reacting to his in arches and groans before he drew lines on your thighs as his own spine bent in pleasure.

"Oh God, baby...keep going...use me to make it feel good...use that cock, your cock, yeah?"

"Yes, Rafe! I'm close-"

"Yeah? You gonna come?"

"Yes! It's right there! Please!" He pulled your hands behind your back with one hand, taking your neck in the other.

"Fuck, I'm close, not gonna last long once you cream, baby-but I want it...give it to me, yeah?" Your body trembled as that release washed over you. His dirty words and his angelic features comprising in this moment as you reached your high and unlocked his own.

He would hold you in place, keeping himself inside of you before taking your face between his hands, the softest of kisses sealing this exchange with perfection.

The swelter of summer rivaled the heat of your passion. There wasn't a moment when you were together that your bodies weren't somehow intertwined. Even more so at functions with any pogue's involvement. And the bonfire of the summer would bring both groups together, allowing Rafe to show JJ just what he had lost. But the hotheads they were, a physical altercation would lead to a brawl of busted knuckles until Pope and Topper became the dividends between the two groups. But where you should have felt guilt or even disgust teetering in annoyance, you were solely aroused. Blood splattered across his cheek and that need to defend you behind eyes blown in aggression had you moving to him in passion.

"Come here..." Rafe directed you to his lips, his hands quickly in acceptance to your body as you were shamelessly affectionate. And this was how you would exist from this moment out. Embedded into one another. Passionately intertwined...

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @my-baexht-ls @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae

#rafecameron x reader #outer banks #obx #outerbanks #drew starkey #rafe cameron #obx fanfiction #outer banks smut #rafe cameron smut #rafecameron #netflix

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 5 months

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Good Omens Fic Rec: Petrichor & Parchment

“Mr. Crowley, I presume?” Aziraphale asked in lieu of an introduction, which was not forthcoming. The guy hadn’t even removed his sunglasses. Oh God, he had a tattoo on his face. Aziraphale wasn’t one to judge, but… what kind of gardener had a snake tattoo on his face?

Length: 33,059 words

AO3 Rating: / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Human AU, Romance

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by MrsNoggin

*Minor Spoilers* There are some fics that I can only describe as decadent. I can't wax poetic about it, it's just the phrase that I instantly associate with a story like this. This is a book restorer/gardener au. Aziraphale has just moved out to the country and hires Crowley to tame his new garden. They are both beautifully passionate about what they do, which turns out to be the exact same. They are both restorers. Not fixing, “It’s not fixing. They don’t need fixing. They need a bit of care and attention. Some delicate surgery and healing. Someone to care for them, revive them, rebuild them, reassure them. Put them back together and help them stay that way.” Aziraphale with his books, and Crowley with the neglected garden. And of course you know how else they can use those inherent traits of nurturing and compassion.

I love Aziraphale in this. He's not written silly or overly self conscious. He has insecurities and doubts of course, but he's confident in who he is and more importantly he loves who he is. He doesn't make excuses for his passion. The scene with the town vicar was a particular stand out for me. We don't know too much about Crowley. This story is more about what's happening in the now, not much backstory. But there are plenty of clues and a small explanation from Crowley that let's us piece together a lot of the story ourselves. The beauty of fanfiction is we're all so intimately aware of these characters it's effortless to read their body language and subtle clues. This story utilizes that well. Allowing us to fill in the gaps because it trusts us to pick up on those details. Crowley here is slightly shy and quieter than some authors write him. Well, okay amendment, he's shy and quiet OUTSIDE the bedroom. But it's an excellent take that really understands the core of who he is. Love that there is some miscommunication and insecurities in their new relationship but stays realistic and grounded. They're not going to run away from each other, they're going to stay and figure it out together.

This story is just so lush and beautiful. I want to live in it. It made my heart race with tension, and burn with the romance of it all. This is at home reading. There are a couple of explicit sex scenes, so don't be reading this one where someone could be peaking over your shoulder. Unless you're into that sort of thing I guess!

Read it here, fic by MrsNoggin

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #fanfic rec #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #human au #medium #After Dark #romance #five flames #plant au #book au #antique au #petrichor & parchment #faves of the blog #books au #MrsNoggin #gardener au

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rawmeknockout · 1 year

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Poly loving cuddle sesh with g1 Tracks, human reader and Blaster?? Maybe they all had a long day and just wanting to relax in each other's presences?

im sorry i made this all about tracks i intended it to involve blaster focus too but i made it too long to continue 😔

You hadn't ever meant to insert yourself into Tracks and Blaster's relationship, it just sort of 'happened'. Blaster went on and on about Tracks: how beautiful he is, the sound of his laughter when they're alone, the brave way he faces off against Decepticons leagues larger than him. If Blaster hadn't been so keen to compliment and praise everything Tracks did, you wouldn't have become so curious about the flashy mech.

It's certainly nice to have another mech who is available when Blaster is not. The cool feeling of Tracks' metal against your bare back is a welcome relief from the heat of the sun beating down on Mount St. Hilary. His engine is quieter, too, compared to Blaster. A low, smooth rumble that you can barely feel; it reminds you of all the late nights spent riding around in his cab, the effortless glide of his tires on pavement. Tracks floats on air as opposed to the other mechs, who barrel through life.

A giddy smile stretches across your cheeks, tilting your head back to look upside down at Tracks' serene face. You know he's well aware you're staring, he has a keen sense for being admired in any sense, but he doesn't deign you a look back. You're not sure you're in the mood for his rather harsh teasing, and he doesn't seem in the mood to mock. One large servo does come up to lay gently over your torso, though, more so hovering than resting. Tracks, despite his casual arrogance and callousness, shows his fondness in the little ways. It makes spending extended periods with him so addicting. If you linger long enough, suffer the winter of his backhanded remarks, you can catch the warmth of his feelings buried deep.

He's nothing if not shrewd about how much embarrassment he's willing to endure for those he loves.

The soft brush of the sliding door alerts you to Blaster entering, but you don't turn back, instead rolling over to lay your head upon your crossed arms.

"You two lay-abouts been here all day?" Despite his words, the red mech is quick to slide into the berth next to Tracks, leaning over to place an affectionate peck on your crown. There's a warmth flipping and turning on itself in your chest, so eager with love that you can't trust your own mouth to make words.

"I covered my shift. I don't intend to mingle with the other ruffians, if that's what you're asking." Tracks' haughty words are soft, and the kiss he gives Blaster's cheek is even softer. They fuss at each other quietly, as they are wont to do. You don't think there's a thing in this world they haven't bickered over, but it's a comfortable sort of back and forth that speaks of deep-seated care and years in each others company. And lo, despite his words, Blaster seems wholly unintending to 'mingle' with the other Autobots, either. His nurturing tendencies pull him to stay; as a compass revolves and returns back to it's center.

Your eyes slip closed as you hear their fussing devolve into soft kisses, their chests pressed on either side of your body, servos holding your squishy body reverently. The soft hum of their engines sing you to sleep, waves of love pulling you into dreams.

#txt #asks #reader insert #reader imagine #transformers #transformers g1 #tf g1 #transformers generation 1 #tracks #blaster #tf blaster #g1 blaster #tf tracks #g1 tracks

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w-ht-w · 1 year

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afraid that non-duality + wu wei will lead to lack of motivation

Non-duality doesn’t have to make you apathetic; it can allow you to view others like yourself. So then, it only makes sense to care about their welfare, like you care about your own.

I am just afraid that, if I go for attaining a state of non-duality, that my life will become worse. ... I am afraid I will not feel passion, excitement etc. Because everything in society just doesn't matter. But when I look at society now, from my ego, I can see that it is possible to influence society positively, I could smile to a stranger on the street, and maybe that'd make the person a little more happy, or I could help an old lady passing the street, and that might make her happy as well. But I feel like some non-duality teachers, [say] that nothing matters. And maybe it doesn't but why would I want to go there, and then just not do anything with this consciousness that I experience?... I am just afraid that this truth, might crack all my hope, dreams and wishes.

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Awakening is amoral and independent of engagement with compassion to a certain extent.

In one sense, of course, helping an old lady doesn't "matter." But in the same sense playing music, singing, or dancing "doesn't matter." The Mona Lisa "doesn't matter." Nor does all of human suffering "matter."

The goal of awakening is not to have the ontological/epistemological "upper hand" on the Cosmos. When awakening truly blossoms the fact that you are not different than the old lady is the ONLY thing that matters and helping her is a natural outworking of that understanding. The world is better that way! And you are, after all, the world itself. Why wouldn't you help?

adolescent dismissiveness is characteristic of what the Mahayanists called the pratyekabuddha. This is a disparaged soul that has selfishly gathered the fruits of enlightenment and retreated to private life to enjoy them even if the rest of the world burns. (1)

Wu wei doesn’t have to make you complacent. Wu wei refers to action that is less forced. Almost effortless.

A common misconception is to take the translation of Wuwei as "no-action" or "without action" literally . Such a reading can easily result in complacency under the misguided understanding that if one does nothing somehow everything will be done. One still has the freedom and responsibility to act, to choose direction. A developed sense of Wuwei means that one's action are appropriate to the situation and the time. In this sense it is better translated as "with less effort".

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Think of the universe as a river, and you as the captain of a boat. The river has a flow and a purpose and you have a destination. If you wish to reach that destination you do not fight the current, but that doesn't mean you don't steer the boat.

Wu Wei is figuring out how to steer that boat with as minimal effort as possible, so that with only the lightest of touches, you can navigate the river. (2)

1. https://www.reddit.com/r/nonduality/comments/k6u7p2/existential_crisis_is_there_levels_to_nonduality/geo4xuq/?context=3

2. https://www.reddit.com/r/taoism/comments/e1w76v/going_with_the_flow_vs_complacency/

#daoism #wu wei #non-duality #eastern philosophy

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starrynightwriter · 1 year

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Signs as Euphoria Quotes

Aries: “I hate everyone else in the world but you.” - Jules (Aries can harbor a lot of anger-- their Greek god is Ares, the god of war, after all! But let them in and they’ll fight for you until their dying breath.)

Taurus: “I like the way I dressed you, but I’m worried I fucked with your gender expression.” - Jules (Tauruses are materialistic with a love of fashion but also a love for their friends who they deeply care about. They yearn to protect their loved ones while also seeking to understand them.)

Gemini: “First of all, ew. Second of all, ew.” - Maddy (Superficial on the surface level, Geminis are funny and relatable.)

Cancer: “Everybody gets their feelings hurt. Some people need to get their feelings hurt sometimes.” - Fezco (Cancers at their best are emotional geniuses who understand that people sometimes require harsh words; this ability to be compassionate yet brutally honest is what many cancers struggle with.)

Leo: “90% of life is confidence, and the thing about confidence is that no one knows if it’s real or not.” - Maddy (Leos are by far the most confident sign, but don’t be fooled-- it may just all be a facade.)

Virgo: “I feel like I’ve lived most of my life in my imagination, taking the smallest moments and dreaming them up into something bigger.” - Lexi (Virgos as writers obsess over every detail and are capable of creating elaborate, detailed worlds and characters in their heads.)

Libra: “I just showed up without a map or a compass, and at some point, you have to make a choice…about who you are and what you want.” - Rue (Libras need to be decisive in order to be their ultimate selves, but this is what they struggle with most. But sometimes, you just need to experience things as they come and make your choices after.)

Scorpio: "I feel like love is super dark and no one ever talks about it." - Cassie (A dark quote for a dark sign, this cynical outlook might be experienced by scorpios, especially those that are in or recovering from tumultuous relationships.)

Sagittarius: “It’s not her fault. She’s a writer.” - Suze Howard (Sagittariuses are wanderers and the constant change of scenery may have them feeling inspired to pen their travels. While some people may judge them for being so nomadic, it might just be because they constantly crave freshness.)

Capricorn: “Memories exist outside of time.” - Rue (Cronus, Capricorn’s god, is associated with the concept of time.)

Aquarius: “At least for me, being trans is spiritual.” - Jules (If you aren’t transgender, take this as how being yourself can feel like a spiritual journey of sorts. Aquariuses are so unique that they are considered eccentric, so to be authentic may be effortless for those who embrace their individuality and harder for those who resist it.)

Pisces: “I want to be as beautiful as the ocean.” - Jules (An aquatic quote for a constellation of fishes, pisces are dreamers that may appreciate beauty more than the average person.)

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soonyoullgetbetterx · 10 months

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I Always Thought I Was Hard to Love ('til You Made It Seem So Easy)

With my history and everything else, I always thought it would take someone extraordinary for them to be able to love me. Someone so strong headed, kind, determined, dedicated, committed, nice, patient, and all that. In other words, I believe I was hard to love. Like loving me is a challenge only few can go through. Like loving me will either break or make them. Like loving me is a chore not everyone is prepared to do.

Truth is, just like everybody else, I too deserve to be loved. I might not be the easiest person to love, but with someone right it shouldn't be that hard. It shouldn't feel like I am fighting to be respected, seen, and heard. It shouldn't feel like I am fighting to be cared for, to be thought of, to be.. loved. Even in our worst days we all deserve compassion and gentleness, especially then.

I might haven't met someone whom I could call my lover yet, but that doesn't mean I am not loved. Maybe not romantically, but I sure am loved in other ways. By family and friends, even by nature and the universe. I believe love comes in different shapes and sizes. There's no one size fits all when it comes to this majestic, magical force. We show and receive them in its own unique way, when we're ready -and that doesn't make one any less special than the other. If anything, it makes it that much more special in its individuality.

Someone not loving you the way you needed to be loved, doesn't say anything about your worthiness to be loved. Someone not loving you the way you needed to be loved also doesn't say anything about their worthiness to love someone else. Sometimes, it's also simply a matter of compatibility. Just like how we are friends with some people and not others, that's also the case when it comes to lover.

Someone can do and say all the right things, be in therapy, emotionally mature, but if they don't feel good to you doesn't mean they're a bad person. It all comes down to compatibility. I believe in anyone can be our lover, as long as it's both people working towards a healthy loving relationship. However, just like any relationships, there also needs to be a degree of compatibility which sometimes we have no say in and that's okay.

One day we will find, meet, and keep that person. The one who made loving us seems effortless and easy. Doesn't mean that they don't put in the effort, but they will make us feel lovable so easily as if they're not trying too hard! Here's to that :)

Don't be a stranger,

soonyoullgetbetterx

#my version #journey #better soon x #journal #lover #camila cabello #easy #romantic #love #romance

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oldsouldreamer85 · 1 year

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Here’s a little more from my wip Buck and the Fix-It Agenda.💕😘

Buck shook his head. “No. I’m lucky in the sense that the people in my life I genuinely care about I-I love,” he insisted emphatically.

“Are you one of them?”

“What?”

“Are you one of the people in your life that you love, Buck?” Dr. Copeland repeated, rephrasing the question so there was no mistaking what she meant. Not that Buck needed it. He understood it. Except that he didn’t understand. How it related to him.

“Why…? How-how is that important? I love my friends. My-my family. That’s always been enough,” he replied, suddenly feeling nauseated, a tightness in his throat he couldn’t explain as tears began inexplicably and rapidly obscuring his vision.

Dr. Copeland nodded at his final statement. “All right. Maybe. Maybe, Buck. But it’s okay if it’s not enough anymore. If you want more for yourself.”

He looked at her warily. “But that-that’s selfish. Isn’t it?” he whispered hoarsely.

“You’ve said yourself you love your friends. Your family. What makes you think you don’t deserve the same compassion? The same forethought you’ve so readily given others?” Dr. Copeland questioned.

Buck sat there, motionless, soaking in her words. Could it really be that simple? That effortless. Was this what Eddie was referring to when he’d told Buck that his thinking he was expendable was wrong? Did it mean more than the risks Buck took on the job? Were there layers to it? To what Eddie had told him? Layers to Eddie’s words? Layers to his actions? Buck’s mind was reeling. Spinning. With thoughts. Possibility. Hope.

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💦🚲💘🦴💐 for varus, V, mordred, and jesse? (or anyone else youd like fajd;lkf)

Hi thank love you <3

Here’s for the guys you asked for plus one random OC per question Below the cut cause this got long <3 <3 <3

💦 : Is your OC’s attractiveness based on looks or a more intangible aura?

Varus: Going with aura – in terms of looks, Varus is fairly unassuming, smaller, shorter, lacking in refinedness and… well, tends to look like he wandered out from a sewer on any given day. For those who do find him attractive it’s usually more based on his personality – finding him awkwardly charming or find his skills as a thief appealing, or even his hard to pin down ambition and tenacity could draw someone in.

V: V has a healthy helping of both. He’s not the handsomest man in Night City but he’s got a sort of scruffy charm to him, and he’s not afraid to play with his sense of style to project him. In terms of energy, he’s exciting – drive fast, take risks, forget about tomorrow. But maybe there’s something more under the surface, a sense of sweetness, gentleness, compassion even.

Mordred: Oh man, Mordred, I feel like neither is the answer… The best comparison is an anxious small dog – he’s scruffy, in the, who knows how long it has been since your last shower and how many times in a row can you wear a pair of jeans before they need a wash. And he’s… standoffish, quiet, defensive, doesn’t stop at self-loathing. So why anyone would find him attractive is a mystery to him. Maybe they just like the mystery.

Jesse: While Jesse is on the fairly conventionally attractive side of things, his aura is far more attractive than his looks. He’s charming, with a sense of humor and the skills of a good listener. He’s got an easy smile and is quick to offer assistance, something chivalrous about him despite the life he’s leading, wandering town to town.

Bonus Andy: A bit of both – They’re not huge on their appearance, but there’s something about the effortlessness of their style paired with a strong and athletic body that works well for them. Their aura… well, it depends, they can be quite reserved to the point of defensive, but their sense of duty, their confidence, and the care they show for their crew can shine through.

🚲 : Does your OC enjoy playing the field? Or are they more monogamy-minded?

Varus: He’s… not great at the flirting game, so he’s not much for even trying to have a particularly high number of encounters. But he’s fairly open to polyamorous or open relationships as well. He’s more concerned with the connection he has to whoever he’s with and the terms they agree to together – he’s not the jealous type, and isn’t interested in solely belonging to someone else.

V: He definitely enjoys more casual and short-term encounters. Maybe there’s some ingrained bullshit that ties the number of partners to a sense of accomplishment but that’s not something he’s ever really thought too long about – he enjoys flirting, enjoys a good hook-up or one night stand, doesn’t have to be more than that.

Mordred: His answer is similar to Varus’s. Its not so much the monogamy, but he’s not really the type to find himself seriously attracted to anyone he hasn’t known for a while.

Jesse: Jesse never really sticks to one place long, so a stable relationship isn’t something he sees in his future. Finding someone for a night or two isn’t too much of a challenge most times, and he’ll go on his way, maybe some times he’ll circle on back, but people move on, and there’s not really a place for him again. He’s pretty sure he’s fine with that.

Bonus Radek: Radek is much more monogamy-leaning. He… finds it hard to picture anyone being interested in him, so he doesn’t often end up putting himself out there, especially for anything more casual. When he does find someone, he’s just happy to have someone to be devoted to.

💘 : Is your OC a very good flirt? Are they charming?

Varus: given the previous two answers – no, and … only incidentally. He’s awkward, shy around the people he finds attractive. Definitely not the type to initiate most banter, at least not intentionally.

V: He’s not too bad – more direct in expressing his interest than playing games or lines. He tends to keep things light, compliments and jokes, not at all insincere, but most times, it’s clear he’s not looking for more than one night.

Mordred: His idea of flirting is… somewhere between pining for a decade and insults, so, the answer to both is a solid no.

Jesse: He’s definitely charming – almost gentlemanly, sincere and willing to lend a hand to someone in need and ready with a story or joke.

Bonus Azarath: Oh god, no. Not unless you like morbid displays of affection… “The jewel on this pendant I took off a mark reminded me of your eyes” “Was that person bothering you? Should I leave their mangled corpse somewhere for all to see, or should they just disappear?”

🦴 : Does your OC have much sexual experience? What are they like?

Varus: some amount – he’s pretty young, only really had one serious relationship and a few attempts at relationships that didn’t last long.

V: fairly experienced – he likes trying new things and new partners. He hasn’t had many long-term partners, at least none that stuck around long enough to become that.

Mordred: Doesn’t have any – he’s not comfortable with himself, his body, and letting someone else touch him is the biggest thing he could ever do

Jesse: He’s had a fair few casual encounters, mostly to ease the loneliness of the road, sometimes cause there’s a connection he can’t deny but those don’t tend to end well for him. He’s usually gone before daybreak then next morning.

Bonus Fiachra: He’s very inexperienced, he’s never been in a serious relationship and generally isn’t comfortable with more casual encounters. He tends to be very self-conscious about his appearance, and while that’s something he can’t hide (like Mordred) the level of trust needed to show someone all of him is something he’s rarely felt.

💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone?

Varus: Oh man, Varus… Doesn’t like making the first move, at least not verbally. He courts with trinkets, with favors, something to show that he is capable and gives a damn… But nothing that outright shows his interests.

V: light banter, compliments, lots of focus on the other person – he tries to be more subtle at showing himself (talents, accomplishments, etc.) off, let that be something the other person finds, not flashed in their face.

Mordred: To quote a previous answer, “His idea of flirting is… somewhere between pining for a decade and insults” I’ll just leave it at that.

Jesse: Definitely an acts of service kind of guy, whatever makes their life easier for at least a short time. He is humble about what he has to offer, though he’d call it honesty – and there’s few enough places in his life where he’s honest.

Bonus Gale: Gale falls hard and fast and tends to show his feelings quite quickly – spending time around the person, making gifts, listening to any conversation like it’s the most important topic in the world, bringing them food or anything that might make them more comfortable, compliments, genuine, but… he doesn’t ever outright say he’s interested, at least not until they do.

#oc: varus #oc: v #oc: mordred #oc: jesse #oc: andy #oc: radek #oc: azarath #oc: fiachra #oc: gale #.... Think thats all of them #you got. extra guys for this <3 thank you for the ask these questions are fun lol

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What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? / What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them? / Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

── ⠀⠀@lostwcrlds

⠀⠀[ ⠀⠀ FROM edgy / miscellaneous oc questions⠀⠀]

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Upon first examination, observers may not realize that behind THE SONGBIRD’S porcelain features resides an undercurrent of WICKED CUNNING utilized for the greater good through the delicate endeavor of maintaining her connection with the REPUBLIC’S CITIZENS. Shi’al possesses a sharp eye for the shifting TRENDS or SENTIMENTS amongst the galaxy at large, and when employed alongside her peculiar awareness of CULTURES other than her own, these gifts transform her into a formidable POLITICIAN and unstoppable ACTIVIST.

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CHARACTER EVOLUTIONS:

Throughout the ongoing process of developing her character, various elements of Shi’al underwent NUMEROUS CHANGES. The first prominent transformation that came to mind upon receiving this prompt, however, was the INADVERTENT shift of Shi’al’s canonical narrative arc into an explicit parallel to COUNT DOOKU’S. This alteration of her role within the story of Star Wars was never meant to occur; it just happened entirely on accident, but has nevertheless remained in place.

REMINISCENT QUOTATIONS:

• ❛ I do my best to love everybody. ❜ — Harper Lee / To Kill a Mockingbird

• ❛ Perhaps it’s impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be. ❜ — Orson Scott Card / Ender’s Game

• ❛ I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back. No one who cared … or even noticed. ❜ — Kate Winslet / Titanic (1997)

• ❛ The bravest people are the ones who don’t mind looking like cowards. ❜ — T.H. White, The Once and Future King

• ❛ It is not what we think or feel that makes us who we are. It is what we do. Or fail to do. ❜ — Jane Austen / Sense and Sensibility

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The Foster-Part Three

TW: hints at smut. Language. Angsty situations.

SUMMARY: Situations arise that being certain relationships to light, as well as desires and tensions….

WORD COUNT: 1700

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Foster Part 3

She was flawless in every way you picked yourself apart and it made your eyes narrow at her. It was the only action in which allowed Kiara to find something to like about you, a mutual loathing for the effortless beauty that was Sarah Cameron. Leaving a string of insecure girls and aroused men in her wake without the means or care of doing either. At least to everyone but John B, it seemed.

"Haven't you done enough?" Kiara shot as she stood before John B, your eyes widened as JJ leaned over to you.

"Sarah got our golden boy fired after he borrowed some scuba gear..."

"Stole, you mean-"

"Doesn't matter. Just goes on to prove once again why you can't trust Kooks..."

But if you happened to learn the details of their mutual disgust for her presence, nobody validated this more than Kiara.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to irritate? Some friends to stab in the back?"

"This isn't about you Kiara." She tried to look back towards John B, resuming a conversation that didn't have a chance to begin. Her siren eyes flashing to you for only a moment before you looked at John B.

"You shouldn't even be here." The girls continued to throw cruel remakes at one another before you recognized the fire behind Kiara's eyes. The one that would come just seconds before she would lunge, something you believed you knew well as you'd done the same. Many times.

"It isn't worth it..." You explained before Sarah scoffed.

"And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

"I don't know what's going on, but-"

"Stay out of this-"The way Sarah projected her hand to your face was enough to alter any potential kindness into an upset rivaling even Kiara's.

"I think you're on the wrong side of the island, Barbie. Maybe you need to get back to whatever ken doll you've managed to victimize long enough to realize you're pretty dense otherwise-" You tapped her temple as she hit your hand away.

"You think because you're new that your opinion matters. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart. You don't. You and whatever sob story you rode in on. Piece of advice, you might want to try putting a little effort in because whatever tragedy is responsible for the bags under your eyes will only make people feel bad for so long. Won't be enough for anyone to stay-" The very thing you tried to keep from happening to Kiara had now been what forced John B to wrap his arms around your waist to keep you from attacking Sarah.

But from the second he pulled you away, you were able to feel every pull of each muscle as he took you into safe parameters. For Sarah's sake. When you were finally released, you repressed a pout as you found an odd comfort in his grasp.

"Come on, Rocky..." He teased while taking you into his room within The Chateau.

"If all Kooks are like that, I can see why you don't get along."

"Usually Sarah's actually manageable...Until recently, anyway."

"Yeah JJ told me about the scuba gear. Why did you take it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you..." He confessed before looking over his shoulder. "And they'd kill me if I did "

"Well I have nothing but time and need something to calm myself down before I find out just how many hair extensions she has."

"Damn, scrapper...okay...But just keep an open mind." And with this, John B began to tell you every detail that had transpired since before he was sent away into the system. Details of treasure and gold. A sunken Grady White and a dead body. An old compass and its connection to a clue that brought him unintentionally to now. But where he expected you to become even more inquisitive or even confused, you just laughed.

"Fine then, don't tell me."

"I'm serious. My dad spent his entire life looking into it. Taking our rent money and just disappearing-" He was suddenly on his feet.

"Come here..." He took you across the hall and into his dad's office. Walls littered with research of an old maritime vessel you pegged as "The Royal Merchant." Your fingers came to the collection of books, mostly too dusty to appreciate a lack of care for, until looking back at him.

"He left this..." A tape recorder placed what had been a final message along with a map. The contents sending your mouth wide.

"Shit..."

"And I was on my way to finding out more before being hijacked by the state-"

"What exactly are you after?"

"400 million..." Pope spoke in the doorway.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't ignore the fact you had my back with Sarah, but it doesn't mean I forgot you stole my clothes." Kie added.

"Actually, I gave them to her..." John B defended, his eyes reaching across the space to you rather slow climb as you adored the attention and defense for a moment.

"Well still...I guess you're one of us now..."

"You should have seen the look on her face. I don't think I've ever seen a princess that pissed..." JJ finally entered.

"She knows..." Pope explained, slightly disappointed.

"Good because in case y'all haven't noticed, we aren't the best at keeping a low profile..."

"Speaking of that..." John B suddenly alerted you all of the new and unwanted arrival.

"JJ..." Kiara warned.

"Swear to God wasn't me...I don't think..."

"J!"

John B collected your hand within his own.

"I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret it." He spoke into your ear, squeezing your hand just enough to leave an impression of the warmth he could allow. His body leaning down to you as if to tell you it would be alright.

"If they see you, they'll take you both back!" Kiara reminded as everyone looked to one another before you and John B were ultimately left waiting for the other to offer some grand masterplan.

"Closet. I'll take care of them..." Kiara spoke somewhat reluctantly before pushing you to the direction of his room. Before you could object, the bedroom door came closed.

"If you felt better about it, I could probably squeeze under the bed-" You would allow him even a second before taking him within the closet, the sound of steps approaching having meant you escaped in the nick of time once again.

"Maybe if I had you around the first time, I never would have been caught..." He spoke in a low whisper. .

"But then you never would have been blackmailed." You reminded, reading the tension of his torso as it was forced against you. The heavy exhales forced from shirt inhales making you well aware of just how close he was within the darkness.

"You can trust me, John B." He scoffed.

"Sarah said the same..."

"I'm not her..." You could feel his smile.

"You definitely aren't..." The sudden sensation of his fingers against your knuckles pulled your own breath to quiet. Even though your heart hammered within your chest, you couldn't help but wonder if it was with intent. Because of this, you remained still. Growing more desperate by the second.

"I'm glad you did."

"What?"

"Blackmailed me. It wouldn't be nearly this much fun without you. Or entertaining..." You smirked to yourself.

"Or..." He continued, his touch having now rested on your elbow as it made that stealthy climb.

"Or?" Your voice was weak, truly consumed by the moment and the closing proximity that continued from adrenaline and apparent fate set you a part of.

"Okay all-" JJ tore the doors open, revealing just how close you and John B had been. An unnecessary closeness that existed from your need to be close to one another.

"Uh..."

"It's late." Kiara interrupted Pope's inability to formulate a sentence of any kind.

"Yeah..." John B clenched his jaw in disappointment.

Within a handful of minutes, Kiara returned home after following Pope to his father's borrowed truck to wish a good night, leaving JJ asleep on the couch, and you unsure of where you'd rest for the night. But one thing was for certain, you needed to wash the day off. Between running the night before and the near scuffle an hour prior, you were anxious for that cleansing feeling.

"I don't think Kie left anything else, but you can borrow a shirt of mine..."

"You sure?" He nodded.

"Least I can do for how you defended us..."

You nodded, slipping across the hall before starting the water. Testing the stream below, you turned to find John B's reflection in the mirror. His eyes trained on you in a way of regret for having been interrupted prior. Your lips pulled to a widening grin before you teased your fingers along the line of your shirt. But just before he would learn of your proclivity of white lace, you closed the door.

The shower was uneventful yet sultry in theory. You imagined John B making his way into the steamed room, collecting the curtain in a forced pull, and joining you to enact the visions that contradicted your attempt to get clean. Yet the events of the night brought you to smirk at yourself in comparison. You hardly knew him. Even if he made your thighs press whenever he was close and offered some sense of safety you could explain. He was really no more than a stranger.

With heartbreak eyes. Tempting lips. Muscles that could pull you effortlessly away from gravity. It was enough to bring a blush to his cheeks and your hand in a teasing descent before you remembered how close he had been. How his chest fell against yours. How his breath rested at your lips…

Because of this, you retracted any attempt to silence that need between your legs and finally exited from the shower. But once doing so, you became nervous on what you'd say when seeing him again after your near peep show seconds before shutting the door. After a moment's hesitation, you decided it was better to face the music, but found him looking at you instead.

Without a word, just as your lips parted to speak, he moved into you. His hands at your hips as he walked you back into the sink. A final look for consent offered to you before he then surprised you with a soft kiss. But it was that instant collision that offered only a glimpse of the passion he was capable of.

Passion you were soon to learn from this unexpected turn of events.

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