#this is the third panel i was working on together with the 'i hate that stuff' gojou panel

[astaroth1357]

Flipping the Script: Leviathan Meet-Cute (Human World AU)

So what if you met the demon boys in the human world instead? You’re not magic. You’re not special. You’re an average little human that came crashing into some demons one day. Good luck!

Contents: Pretty new format for me, second person (you), forgive any wonkiness

Part One (You are here), Part Two, Part Three (Coming Soon...)

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You’re a hardcore otaku influencer with a niche in creating and sharing cosplay. You’ve befriended a lot of other enthusiasts pursuing your passions, but there was one guy that you met at a recent convention that stood out from all of the rest.

The Seven Lords was just having yet another milestone anniversary, so several friends in your circle all decided to get together and do a group cosplay for the fans, you all were even offered space for a panel and locations for meet-and-greets! Your whole fanbase was ecstatic, and so were you, but there was just one problem…

The friend that agreed to be your Third Lord backed out at the last minute! His baggage was totally lost on the flight there and suddenly your whole group was without a member to complete the set. Though you knew it wasn’t a huge deal, you hated to disappoint your fans who were looking for a full group photo-op…

But then you saw this guy waiting around your hotel lobby-

“I can't believe Wess had to cancel on us…!” You thought to yourself while tapping your foot furiously against the hotel's linoleum floor. You were waiting for check-in last night when your collaborator sent his text to everyone, and your team still hadn’t found a suitable replacement… How could you guys have a TSL photo event without a Lord of Shadows?? Especially when you're the one dressed as Henry! What self-respecting group TSL cosplay doesn’t have those two together?? They're the closest pair in the show! The Sun and Shadow shippers were going to start a riot…

You were all still double-checking your gear and supplies down in the lobby. Months of work had gone into planning and prepping for this event… Your friends were trying to calm you down as best as they could, but your nerves weren’t on your side… You hated letting down your fans, even if it was entirely out of your control. But without a replacement, what exactly could you do? Just as you were about to throw in the towel and get dressed, a bunch of shouting from the hallway entrance caught your attention.

“Why the hell am I stuck carryin’ all your crap, huh Levi?! Ya got two working hands!”

“Because this outfit is heavy, Mam-er-Malcom! I need help, or else I'll get sweaty and gross!”

“You're already gross, so what's it matter?”

“Shut up, scumbag!!”

'Yeesh, what a loud pair...' You turned to look their way with a visible frown to show your annoyance only for your jaw hit the floor. Two men walked out of the hall and into the lobby, one being a dark-skinned male with the whitest hair you'd ever seen, and the other… Sweet kami-sama above, the other guy…!!

He. Was. Perfect!! The dark, shadowy armor, constructed fron what you could only guess was EVA foam and faux furs, combined with his violet hair made him look like the spitting image of the Third Lord! It was almost like the character himself had climbed off the page!! You had to cover your mouth to contain an audible gasp of shock while glancing at the others in your team. Only a few of your friends had noticed the man's arrival, but those who had all shot you back the same kind of look, “Go get that guy. NOW!” Who were you to refuse?

The god-tier Third Lord cosplayer was still arguing with his companion when you first made your approach, allowing you to sneak up pretty close without getting noticed. By the time you were in speaking distance, you were already marveling at the craftsmanship of his cosplay up close. The foam pieces looked flawlessly metallic and there were no patches of hot glue mishaps, frayed stitching, or painting mistakes. It was truly something else!

“Hey, what'cha gawkin’ at??”

The white-haired male caught you red-handed, leading the cosplayer in his company to turn in your direction. Though, amusingly, the moment your eyes met he seemed just as star struck as you were. You wasted no time thrusting your hand out towards him with your most “camera-winning” smile.

“Hi! Uhm, I’m Y/n L/n and I'm-"

“-the most popular cosplay model on Instagram, three-time champion of the WCS competitions, and the host of the ‘TSL Today’ fan podcast-!”

You froze from surprise as the cosplayer slapped his mouth shut with his own hand in a bid to stop rambling. His cheeks instantly tinged pink as he must have realized that he was spitting your own resume at you in excitement. It was hard not to feel a bit flattered at the sudden eruption of joy, so you smiled back more genuinely.

“That’s right! You've heard of me?”

You waited for his response with a patient, maybe even endeared, gaze. Seeing that you weren’t immediately weirded out by his hyped babbling, he uncovered his mouth to respond shyly.

“Y-yeah, of course I do…! I uh… came here to see your meet-and-greet today…”

He winced, face getting hotter, and looked like he wanted to double over from embarrassment, but honestly, you couldn’t have been happier. A creator of THIS caliber was one of YOUR fans?? Talk about a “diamond in the rough” moment!

“Really? That’s awesome!! Because I couldn’t help but notice that cosplay you're wearing… Did you make it yourself?”

How his face recalibrated from flustered to ecstatic in just a few seconds could have made your heart melt. After he confirmed that his cosplay was his own handiwork you began to gush about the design, asking rapid-fire questions about the materials he bought, what patterns he found, and his different sewing techniques. You both were so caught up in each other's passion that you hardly even registered the other guy standing next to him until he finally cleared his throat insistently.

“Yo Levi… This crap’s gettin’ heavy. Are we going or what?”

The cosplayer, who you guessed was Levi, turned to the man reluctantly, which sent a surge of panic through you as you still hadn’t asked him to stay.

“Wait!!”

Both men flinched a bit at your sudden exclamation, making your cheeks flush with color, but you pressed on regardless,

“Um, Levi right? My team and I could use your help… Our Third Lord just dropped out on us today because of baggage troubles and we really need a replacement for the shoot. Your outfit is fantastic! Do you think that you could step into the role for us? I have early access badges to the vendors room, so we can take a look together if that uh… if that…? Um. Levi...?”

The man in front of you looked like he was moments away from breaking down in tears, but somehow holding them back through sheer force of will… and his closed eyelids making a decent dam.

“H-hold on… I think I need to pinch myself because this can’t be happening. Is this actually happening?”

His voice wobbled while the man next to him, Malcolm(?), rolled his eyes behind his gold-tinted glasses.

“Hey, that doesn’t answer their questions, ya know?” He elbowed Levi while looking at you with a serious expression, “Are ya willin’ to take him AND his stuff with ya?”

“Of course! It’s important to have everything while yo-”

“Great. You can have’em.”

You were taken aback just a bit by the speed of his response, but not as much as Levi because he quickly leapt back into the conscious world in a panic!

“Wha-wh-Whaah?? You can’t just answer for me!!”

Malcolm shrugged his shoulders, letting several bags he had on slide to the ground but cushioning the fall a bit with his foot.

“Why not? It’s clear ya wanna go with them. Unless you wanna leave them hangin'…”

“N-No!! I mean, yes! No-er UGH!”

You watched Levi cover his face in frustration feeling a twinge of sympathy. Does he get tongue-tied like this often? After a few seconds to compose himself, he finally straightened up to give his true response.

“Y-yes, I want to go with you…! Being able to help one of your online idols is like a dream come true for any fan! What can I do to help?”

You could feel your smile grow twice as wide from the combination of relief and gratitude. Maybe the shoot would go alright after all…

“Give me your hand.”

Levi stuttered watching you reach your hand out towards his, using your other one to pull out a black marker that you always kept on your person for fans. His skin was soft, but strangely cold, when he rested his knuckles into your upturned palm. The icy jolt even made you jump a bit. Holy crap, was he cold-blooded or something?? When he flashed you a concerned glance, you quickly recovered uncapped the marker between your fingers. With years of built up practice, you ran the black ink over his pale skin, but instead of a signature, you left one of your burner numbers that you used for interacting with collaborators.

“Here. We still need a bit of time to get ready, but that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the con. Text me your name and I'll send you back where to meet up once we're ready to go.”

Levi was staring at the black marks on his hand like you'd just handed him a key item in a video game when one of your team shouted back from behind you.

“Y/n! Why aren’t you dressed yet?? We gotta go!”

“Shit, I’m coming!” You turned to head back, but you spared just a second to smile at Levi over your shoulder. “Thank you so much, Levi, you're going to be a huge help! Don't forget to text.”

“I won’t!”

Levi's promise made you grin lift even higher. With a wink and a wave, you made your way back to the others with a brand new pep in your step. Mission, saved!!

Meanwhile…

“… Did ya seriously just score a number in that getup?”

“I swear, I’ll never wash this hand again...!!”

“Fuck's sake, Levi, stop being so gross! At least put it in your phone before your sweaty palms wipe it off!”

“Gah, you're right!!”

#this is one of those fics #i have completely finished in my head #but only 60% written #gonna play with fire this Christmas #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me what if #tales from the drafts #obey me fic #obey me x reader #leviathan x mc

[canonicallyobserving911]

Hi how's your day going? Just wanted to vent and say I'm pissed at what sounds like Ryan being sidelined and casually belittled in the latest cast interview/promo 😑 i.e. apparently zero mention of Eddie's storyline for s7, Tim once again making the tired joke about eddie being "too pretty to kill off" (kind of insulting considering how much Eddie and Chris have brought to the show since s2), seems like the only thing Ryan got to say was something incredibly sweet and complimentary about working with Gavin 🥺😍 and fandom just thinks it's funny "well he IS pretty". If that's all Eddie is to buddie fandom...that just confirms everything I've been complaining about the last couple of years 🙃

Thank you @blutterlie for the ask. I'm doing well and I hope you're doing well too.

I read through the snippets that were posted on 911blr from the panel interview that was done a couple of nights ago with the main cast and the showrunner and... I really don't have words. But to say I was disappointed is an understatement.

I was really hoping things would be different for Eddie and Chris, the characters and RG and GM, the actors this season since it seems like KR got the boot and is no longer sitting in the showrunner's chair. Hopefully she is gone and if so, maybe someone other than Buck (Eddie, Chris, Chimney and Bobby because they were all sidelined in the last two years while the other half of their ships got good storylines) can get a storyline or two but I can't say I'm surprised with the outcome.

Apparently TM cares about the big emergencies which is great and all but it would be better IMO if they stopped trying to recreate scenes from movies (Speed, Poseidon and whatever other movies they've copied) and focus on growth of the main characters. I've mentioned this before in my Constructive Criticisms posts but none of the first responders have been promoted. How long are they going to remain in their same roles? For me, the show has lost something and I'm not sure a cruise disaster that puts Bobby and Athena in danger again for the umpteenth time is going to make people watch... but I digress.

I'm saddened because RG and GM the actors and the characters they play, Eddie and Chris have been sidelined and given minimal screentime for a while but the little amount they do get is always solid gold because both RG and GM are superb actors. They work very well together and I had hope for season 7 that they would finally be given the screentime they deserve especially since they barely got any in seasons 5 and 6 but it looks like another wash, rinse and repeat season with Buck still looking for answers (which I figured would be the case after I completed a post about his attire in the still of him and Chris). I was really hoping it wasn't going to be another season 4 with Eddie and Chris suffering with another recurring character (all they did was replace AF with M) while they wait for Buck to finally "get it" but apparently some people think it's fun and cute for Buck to be in the words of OS, "stuck on a hamster wheel" but I don't and honestly, unless he's headed for a massive breakdown SO he can finally DEAL AND COPE with all his issues, they can keep it.

The comment TM made about RG being pretty was just... 🙄. IMO, it was disrespectful, disgusting, disingenuous and completely discrediting. If it's true and he was initially hired for his looks for whatever reason, shouldn't they be past that by now? It's been six years and RG has proven time and time again that he's a fantastic actor. For those who forgot, EDDIE carried the ENTIRETY OF SEASON 5 on his back while KR was stumbling around as showrunner with most of the "top billed" cast (that's two-thirds of those who are paid the most) out of pocket. AB was working on A LOT of other projects and that's no hate to her but it's true, JLH was on maternity leave, RD and MR left the show and instead of giving more screentime to Eddie, Bobby and Chimney, they forced TK into the spotlight just to show how bad she was for Buck. They could have done that in episode 1 without giving her a back story so they could have dedicated more time to Eddie’s PTSD and therapy. Buck got two whole seasons and he still hasn't figured anything out but they rushed Eddie’s story and wouldn't even let him say he was going back to the 118🤔.

How many times will the audience have to watch these repetitive storylines? Also, how many times will RG, AH, GM, KC, CM and PK be sidelined for the other mains? It's supposed to be an ensemble cast but someone keeps forgetting that and pushing certain characters out front while they push the others to the side. In season 5, Chimney was sent on a road trip to drive across America with a 6-month-old instead of him staying in L.A. so Buck and Albert could help him with Jee-Yun. In season 6, Bobby was given a sponsor (Wendell) no one had ever heard of before and he appeared out of thin air. Hen's medical school storyline went absolutely nowhere and May disappeared after 6x11. And Eddie and Chris were once again sidelined and then pushed into another "Eddie has to date" because "Chris needs a mother" storyline with another bland and ridiculous recurring character because they keep dragging out whatever the "F" they're doing.

Now with the comment about RG being "too pretty to die", it made me wonder if Eddie and Chris being left out of the promos was a mistake after all🤷‍♀️.

I hope RG and GM can find a show that will appreciate their contributions and give them the screentime they deserve and it be based on how great they are as actors because they deserve so much better.

Anyway, this got longer than I expected and I didn't mean for it to but I'm disappointed in how they're treated and I'm tired of watching the same ole same old.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #911 on abc #911 abc #911 season 7 speculation #ryan guzman #gavin mchugh #Canonically Observing 9-1-1 Speaks #anti taylor kelly

[aannonn]

jibaku shounen hanako kun chapter 108..... LET'S GO!

Nene is such an icon istg lmao I love her so much <3

Wait wha- woah! Tsukasa is defenseless now? That's not something you see everyday. Is that good or bad? lol

Twin Power!!1!

Tsukasa-kun... Poor kid. Amane really messed up, didn't he?

Can't really blame him, tho- The world was just too cruel and unfair to those 2. They are just kids😭

...This part really hurts me. Idk why but its just- Tsukasa just seems like he's just- He just- Tsukasa is just like- It seems to me that Tsukasa is like-

"Oh.

Oh."

then;

"Amane.. Amane, are you listening? Amane, can you hear me? Amane, are you coming? Amane, do you hate me? Amane, is that why you never came for me? Amane, I can't die anymore Amane, but I feel like you're slowly killing me again. Amane. Amane. Amane. Amane. Amane. Amane. AmaneAmaneAmaneAmaneAmaneamanemaneamaneamaneamane-"

something like that lol

Idk its just seems to me that Tsukasa gave up. But at the same time he is unconsciously taking Nene's request seriously about calling his brother (Twin Power!) so he started calling Amane in his mind and then- welp

this scene hurts me alot. ;') can't wait to finally watch it animated! (i feel like watching it animated will just hurt me even more omg-)

He came! He finally came! Twin Power worked1!!1

Tsukasa looks so surprised. Amane looks pretty annoyed lol

Honestly, I really really believe that Tsukasa actually called for him, and Amane actually listened.

I mean- Think about this;

Yes, Nene called for Hanako, but that was before they both (Tsukasa and Nene) fell down. And while Hanako may have delayed a lil' bit, there is something that make me think that Tsukasa did actually call for Amane..

While they are falling, it appears this;

It's open for many interpretation and possibilities, but I feel like this is to represent that Tsukasa did actually call for Amane, just not out-loud.

I like to think that; In my own point of view, it's like;

It seems to me that Tsukasa did called him from the very deep bottom of his heart. He didn't speak, but he for sure screamed for Amane from the very bottom of his heart.

He wanted Amane to come (he never said he didn't). He said that Amane wouldn't come for him anyway, but that doesn't mean that he didn't want to call for him. It doesn't mean that he didn't want Amane to come.

Tsukasa has been wishing for his brother to come to him for a long time, but Amane never did. And Tsukasa was always alone. So I think that hope slowly faded away.

Although, Amane remains being his older brother, and Tsukasa continues to love him more than anything in the world, so he can't help but let himself spark that hope again, let himself call Amane again, even though he knew it probably wouldn't work, like it never did. But he still took what Nene' said seriously, and so he decided to try it, only one last time.

So imagine his surprise when he sees that it actually worked. That Amane actually came for him.

He looks so shocked, amazed, devasted, surprised; He's feeling alot of emotions at once.

so many emotions that he doesn't even do the ":O" face anymore.

It's an genuine and unexpected surprise. Amane actually came. Amane actually listened. Amane actually-

He saved them both omg I love them sm

this panel gives me many siblings vibes.

Amane just looks so done with them lmao

Normal! Nene would never say things like this, but she's a kid and kids are usually more confident and say things without thinking too much about it so-

Hanako is amazed. Flustered. Shocked.

Happy;3

Tsukasa looks so indignated for being the third-wheel lmao

perfect.

they are actually acting like siblings omgg i love them sm

tsukasa did not had to bring up chapter 105 again but he did.

Idk why but i really love this panel with all the three of them together. They give me siblings-who-just-got-caught-fighting vibes lol

:O

TSUKASA AND TERU IN THE VERY SAME ROOM???? IN THE VERY SAME PLACE??? AT THE VERY SAME TIME?????

interaction is gonna happen. i'm telling you

finally.. the day has finally come... Tsukasa + Teru interaction is finally gonna happen........ AFTER YEARS OF WAITING WE FINALLY HAVE ARRIVED TO THIS MOMENT PEOPLE

Welp! i think that's it...? Excited for the next chapter yayayaya

it feels like this chapter delayed a whole bunch... but time for me just went by pretty slow actually...

Welp! I think that's finally it..?

Cya ~ !

part 2 of this post!

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #tbhk #have a good day! #have a good afternoon! #have a good night! #(oﾟvﾟ)ノ #♪(^∇^*) #𐡘 𐡘♡

[lol-jackles]

https://www.tumblr.com/lol-jackles/731390752226148352/li-1-i-revisited-a-former-favorite-tag-of-mine

How do you think Jensen might be feeling in relation to Jared (or about himself) now that TW failed? If it was a way fir him to be "good enough" for Jared …

Also, I know you’ve been asked this before, so I won’t ask you to weigh in on whether J2 are still real friends. I think they still consider each other friends, but probably more in an extended family way, where you care and have shared history but don’t really talk overly often. Of course, Jared often mentions on interviews or at cons that he and Jensen were just texting "the other day," but for me that could mean anything from yesterday to three weeks ago, so I don’t see it as proof they talk all the time.

Anyway, my other questions was based off the fact that Jared and Jensen are getting increasingly more sentimental, or at least nostalgic, telling stories about back in the early days of SPN at cons during panels and their M&G. Do you think they play-up on their old memories because they don’t have many good new shared experiences to talk about, or do you think now that they haven’t worked together for a few years, they are truly starting to miss it and each other as cast mates? Or a secret third option where they are just trying to stir up fan nostalgia (even though J2 fans live that shit 24 anyway), and telling stories is easier than dodging strike-breaking questions?

Jensen probably self-soothed that The Winchester failure is mainly due to a combination of the SPN spinoff curse and bad timing due to Zaslav's reign of terror, burst of the streaming bubble, and the WGA-SAG strike. As for his post TW relations with Jared, my pet theory of psychology is there are two motivators of human behavior - love and fear. Codependency is where love and fear get messed up between it, sometimes fear gets disguised as love in that they fear that unless they control others, they will not do what they need them to do in order to feel loved. And it is attracted to those who “need saving” through control of their behavior. So kids, study your fears, lean to control or dismiss them as necessary. Set the people in your life free from you control.

To answer your other question... First, time and distance sanitize memories and paper over issues in their friendship. The thing about friendship is a lot of red flags are tolerated that is not tolerated in marriages. My friends can be late, or bad with money, or have significant differences of opinion on a variety of issues, because if it gets too bad, I can just not hang out with them anymore. But with life partners you have to trust and rely on them 100%, because there’s so much more at stake - buy property together, comingle finances, raise a child or bunch of cats or both, so you can't ignore the red flags.

Second, shared experiences are the basis for many deep and casual relationships rather than actual compatibility. It's why we still go to high school reunions because nobody else in the world knows what you’ve experienced other than your classmates, even if you hated them back in the day. Or thought you hated them. Again, time and distance sanitize many things and you and the kid you never talked to in high school are reminiscing and laughing together over nostalgia. So it's not surprising that Jared and Jensen have some nostalgia for the SPN days because it was 15 years of high school. So the answer to your question is option #2.

Third, in general, men don’t have many male genuine friends.  I hated the movie I love you, man because it was too familiar - Paul Rudd’s character doesn’t have male friends to be his best man for his upcoming wedding so he goes out looking for one. So even though Jared and Jensen’s friendship is more on the codependency level, it’s still more than what most actors could have in the industry. Aso, it's easier for Jared to be the bigger person because he’s currently in much better position: a lead actor who is able to film in the city of his choice.  Very, very few lead actors can demand to work in their referable city of choice and even then, the best they can ask for is L.A or N.Y.C.  David Duchovny got X-Files production moved from Vancouver to L.A and he still left the show.

[nebulacritter]

some manga i've read

I have a LOT of manga in my room, so I thought it would be cool to tell you about some of them!

Mr. Villain's Day Off

I first heard about this series when I saw its anime trailer on YouTube. Coincidentally, I found two books of the original manga in my local Barnes and Noble, so that's why I bought them! I like this series because it's a slice-of-life parody of the sentai genre, and I also appreciate the titular character's love of pandas! I even liked how each of the heroes had backstories.

Favorite Character: Mr. Villain

X-Gender

This book was a great pick because it discusses queer topics in a respectful and informative manner. It is an autobiography about the author's experiences with their gender and sexuality, and if you're wondering what "x-gender" means, it's a Japanese term for being nonbinary.

Favorite Character: N/A

Uramichi Oniisan

Oh my god. This series is HILARIOUS. All of the main characters have a dysfunctional, but harmonious dynamic when they work together on stage. Everything Uramichi does or says makes me cry and laugh at the same time.

Favorite Character: Uramichi Omota

Heaven's Design Team

This is another series that makes me laugh, and I've seen clips of the anime before getting my hands on the manga. It reminds me of those "God creating animals" memes that were popular on Twitter back in the 2010's. It's peak edutainment, and each character has a very eccentric personality!

Favorite Characters: Venus and Yokota

Kirby Manga Mania

I decided to give this one a try, because who doesn't love Kirby? The art style is bubbly and bright, and the humor goes off the walls! I find it weird how Kirby talks normally instead of going "poyo poyo" all the time.

Favorite Characters: Kirby and King Dedede

Precarious Woman Executive Miss Black General

Yeezus, that's a long title. I picked this one out because I thought the art style looked cool. It's a story about a villainess with a crush on Totally-Not-Batman. I enjoyed the slapstick and the amazing character design.

Favorite Character: N/A

Cells at Work!

Here's another edutainment anime. The depictions of each microorganism are really cool, and I liked the scenes where the cells had to fight off against nasty viruses! It even does a good job at explaining how the body works by providing bits and bobs of information throughout the panels.

Favorite Character: N/A

Little Miss P

I've never seen a manga that talks about periods before, and I'm glad it exists. This book is relatable because I hate it when my period arrives, but I understand getting your period is normal. I'm quite fond of the messy art style, too.

Favorite Characters: N/A

Merman in My Tub

I remember cheerily reblogging and liking posts about it last year, and I still love it to this day! All of the characters have vibrant personalities, and I really like the designs of each merman. This series is light-hearted and goofy, so that's why I think it's awesome.

Favorite Characters: Agari and Echizen

I'm gonna make two more parts later on. The second one will be about cats, and the third one will be about horror.

#this manga list is pretty long #manga #anime #mr villain's day off #x-gender #uramichi oniisan #heaven's design team #kirby manga mania #miss black general #cells at work #little miss p #merman in my tub

[floatingcatacombs]

What Else Did You Expect But More Yuri About Adults

12 Days of Aniblogging 2023, Day 12

It is my sworn duty to document the yuri genre as it continues to graduate from high school. Here's the pickings from this year.

She Loves To Cook, She Loves to Eat

Two women who live by themselves in the same apartment complex slowly bond over making and eating food together. There’s a fundamental feminism at this manga's core which says yes, we will be talking about periods and eating disorders and shitty families and institutional sexism instead of being trapped in our own coffins forever. That alone makes She Loves to Cook, She Loves to Eat a landmark work, but it’s also extremely relaxing and sweet. By some metrics it’s one of the most popular manga for women in Japan, and it warms my heart to know that it’s reaching the people who need to hear what it has to say.

Also, it received a live-action adaptation that aired on NHK during prime time. It's definitely worth watching! While the manga will use a good third of its panels to depict Kasuga devouring a meal from bite to bite, the show instead places the camera on Nomoto watching Kasuga eat. It’s an interesting inversion, keeping us more locked into Nomoto's perspective, and makes sense for the medium. There is no clear cultural box for what these two women are doing, something which they’re each keenly aware of. And yet, they continue to take care of one another, cutting through the fear and loneliness dinner by dinner. Watching through this with my girlfriend healed my relationship to food just a little, and I can’t wait for the second season to adapt some of the really juicy parts of the manga.

Cheerful Amnesia

A woman gets in a terrible accident and loses the last three years of her memories, much to the chagrin of her girlfriend during that time. This is a sex comedy with exactly one joke, and the bluntness with which it is applied won me over. I probably would’ve hated Arisa if I had tried reading this a year or two ago, but now that I'm familiar with High Femme Camp Antics I can understand what's going on with her. It’s so stupid, and arguably not very good, and yet I had fun. Though it is genuinely great that the latter volumes shift the subject matter to the perils of coming out to your family and the heartbreak of planning a wedding in a country that won’t recognize your marriage, but keep the tone exactly as lighthearted.

Umineko-Sou days

I mostly picked this up because it appeared while I was searching for the Umineko manga on my reader app. It was fine.

Naoko Kodama’s true calling, though, is writing cheating manga. Her newest is “A Lying Bride's Case for Same-Sex Marriage”, a manifesto of a title if I've ever heard one. There's only one chapter so far, but the heteropessimism on display is so scorched-earth that it’s hard to fault the lesbian protagonist for any homewrecking that may occur down the line.

Kodama is on a fucking mission with this one

A Face You Shouldn’t Show

Thank god you can just publish fetish porn in Comic Yuri Hime now. I approve of this on an ideological level, if not always a personal interest one.

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All of the manga on display here are chipping away at the purity complex endemic to yuri in their own ways, and that’s the real miracle. Here’s to newer, weirder lesbians, now and always. Merry Christmas.

#12 days of anime #yuri

[jekyllnahyena]

Fox. You deserve the world. 

(me normally: I love their idiot friendship >:D

me rn: their friendship is so important to me aight ;-;)

I.D under the cut. 

[I.D. It’s a eight page comic featuring Riyo Chuchi and commander Fox from star wars. 

The first panel shows them both sitting at a desk, working. Riyo is wearing a dark red jumpsuit with two ponytails . Fox is wearing a dark red turtleneck and black pants. She has several facial scras and her hair is streaked with grey. Both look exhausted. Beneath it is a close up of Fox’ eyes, dropping under exhaustion. Benath that is Riyo’s outretched hand, offering Fox a mug. She first wants to refuse, saying ‘I don’t’ but she’s cut off by Riyo, who calls her name.

the second panel has Riyo from the bust up in the left, upper corner, looking concerned and a close up of Fox’ chin in the right, upper corner. Riyo says: ‘Please. I know you consume all you need with your nutrition cubes. But this will warm you up.’ In the lower middle of the panel is Fox from the chest up, drinking the tea. She says: ‘It’s good.’ Riyo responds: ‘I’m happy to hear that. It’s my papa’s favorite tea and he sent me a package.’

The third panel shows a close up of Riyo’s eyes in the left, upper corner, looking even more concerned as she asks: ‘Why do you keep doing this? Refusing all help? Thorn is getting more anxious by the day. All of them are’ In the right middle is Fox head, cut off at the middle as she holds the mug. Her scars are highlited with red. In the lower middle of the painting is a close up of the mug, her eyes reflected in the brown-orange tea. She responds: ’I’m the best there is at this. I may hate it, but I’m good at it. Perfect almost. I know how to talk, how to act, how to stand and smile. I can take it. I can’t- can’t expect the rest to do that. I don’t want them to.’

The fourth panel has Riyo in profile sitting in the left upper corner, now holding onto her own mug, her eyebrows drawn together. She say: ’Fox. You’re suffering under this. And we- they see it. But you’re so determinded to do this alone, to carry it all on only your back. You barely think of the possibilty that you don’t have to. In the lower middle of the panel are only Fox’ eyes and her scars, seeminly staring at Riyo. She says: ‘Ironic that you’re the one saying that.’

The fifth panel has Riyo in the upper middle from the chest up. Her left side is shadowed. On the left side is the text ‘I chose this job. I’m prepared to face all it’s consequences.’ On her right side it continues with ‘But you. Others are here for you. On the right, lower side is a close up of Fox profile as she asks: ‘What is this? A therapy session.’ Riyo’s profile is one the right side, her tattos highlighted in pink as she responds: ‘No, but I have one of those and go to her weekly. I’m stealing all her best moves at this point.’ Both are smiling, slightly sardonically.

The sixth panel shows a close up of Riyo’s eyes in the left, upper corner, looking down. Fox asks off-screen: ‘Why did you? Chose it I mean?’ In the lower middle is Riyo holding onto her mug, her tattos reflected in the tea. She responds: ‘I went to my first demonstration when my dads still had to hold my hands. They aren’t exactly happy that I decided to do this, but they’ve always supported me. If you want it short, for my peopl. I thought this was the best way to do this. I love Pantora more than anything and I want to see her live through this war. So here I am. Just that it’s not only, is it?’

The seventh panel has both the bust of Fox on the right side and Riyo on the left. Fox is looking at Riyo as she’s looking down. Fox responds to her words: ‘It isn’t.... I guess we’re similiar in that aspect though. We both do it for the love of our people.’ Riyo answers: ‘It seems like it, doesn’t it? But Fox, don’t do it alone, please. Because your people? They love you so much and just as fiercely. You know this already. Just.’

The eight panel shows what Riyo was looking at. She has gently taken ahold of Fox scarred hands and it’s a close up of the hold. She continues: ‘Please let them.’ End I.D]

right, small explanation. This is all part of the weird Fox-kills-palps-au. Fox and Riyo are planning a coup at this point and Fox refuses to tell any of his siblings. She doesn’t want to risk them but doesn’t really care for her life if it means giving the rest a chance. As she is under no such personal obligation to Riyo, she doesn’t really care about it. Both are going down if this goes out at this point and Fox can watch Riyo burn, but never her vode. A weird friendship comes out of the situation and Fox indeed ends up murdering Palps and Riyo ends up as the galaxies hero’ lawyer and they somehow save a lot of people as they fuck about, working on their last caf and spite fueled braincells. It’s also where Fox ends up with her peacock and all of palps money and estates and lightsaber that she ses as a paperweight btw. Technically just a fun au created by my desire to see technically human people beat the Big Bad instead of it being lead by the force and jedi cause fuck fate. This is just one, a lot more serious look of what this technically entails and how Riyo comes to learn just how much Fox destroys herself. Fox has a lot of personal demons she battles against but doesn’t want her vode to see or talk about because she needs to be strong and protect them. It’s all a very dangerous spiral. No worries, she gets better and later lets her pet peacock loose in the senate for funsies :)  

#commander fox #riyo chuchi #ajekyllsart #fox kills palps au #need to start tagging this with this #this is part i wanna write how these two are together. part fuckin around with artstyles again <3 #also #very very platonic #and i will bite if tagged otherwise thanks

[peachyonepiece]

All images from here.

Panels 1-4: Contains nothing

Panels 5-6: Contains a message on Sabo's grocery list, put together the first letters of each item on it and you get "WHEAARYOU", an abbreviated form of "WHERE ARE YOU"

Also contains a "Children Missing" poster hidden beneath the grocery list

Also contains potential text in the top right corner, but it seems illiterate if so

Panel 7: Contains nothing

Panel 8: Contains a figure, holding what looks to be a bat, standing in the doorway of Sabo's room behind Luffy

Panel 9: Contains a poem:

""I can help you fix," The stranger softly said, A voice gentle and warm, Filling the child with dread, Yet this child believed In this stranger's plea For innocence trusts in the goodness it seeds"

Panel 10: Contains "If he's not going to play fair... then we won't as well."

Also contains a QR code which leads to here

Panel 11: Contains part of an Imgur link '/a/o4HfQRw' which leads to here

Panel 12: Contains "I remember this day."

Panel 13: Contains "Sabo you loved that camcorder you'd always record the places we ventured out"

Panel 14: Contains "oh! that's when he noticed it!!" "shut up"

Panel 15: Contains "I heard it from them, you're a talkative kid" "When I saw you, I wished I had ripped my eyes off."

Panel 16: Contains "those are scary words for you to say" "How can I not say it I hat" 'Hat' is most likely 'hate' cut off

Panel 17: Contains "That's a terrible thing to say, don't you know?" "I DON'T CARE" "I'm not the only one angry at you"

Also contains a QR code which leads to here

Panel 18: Contains "Keep talking like that and I'll make it worse for all of you."

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First, Second, and bonus comics secrets here.

Discussion of ALT's for the First, Second, and bonus comics here.

Discussion of ALT's for the Third comic here.

Everything involving @/zbaxrlqyhssl, @/courtroomac3, the Imgur pictures, and the 'Thank you for voting' posts here. (Not done yet, I'm working on it!!!)

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Credit to @/moonelnone for making the comic/ARG :)

And shoutout to everyone on the LWTGFAK ARG Discord server for helping me make this :)

#luffy wants to go fly a kite #lwtgfak theorizing #horror tw #horror cw #long post #one piece #moonelnone

[hikennosabo]

trimax vol 13 random thoughts (ch 5-9)

part 1 here!

chapter 5:

okay, it took me way longer than it should have to figure out what happened in this scene, lol. razlo gets behind elendira and blocks her nail gun with the nail that's already in his body which jams her gun and pushes the nail further into his torso which takes them both by surprise.

"some dumbasses"?? do you mean wolfwood and vash?? LOL

come on, come on, come on!!! he's so cute, lol. he's like a dog who wants to play.

i love watching razlo fight!!! it's so fun seeing him fight a different way due to not having his punishers/third arm anymore. he's having so much fun too, it's infectious~

UNTIL ELENDIRA USES A PSYCHIC ATTACK ON HIM. JESUS CHRIST. THAT ONE ALMOST HAD ME.

chapter 6:

ma'am could you please stop serving cunt for a second i'm trying to read manga and you are distracting me

AAAAAGH AND THEN SHE BLASTS HIS LEG OFF. THAT ONE WASN'T FAKE THAT ONE WAS REAL. he'll be okay but :(

CHEKHOV'S VIAL?!

uuuueeee... wolfwood... just seeing the little panel of him... i miss him so much... and the reminder of wolfwood brings livio back out. ueee... waaahhhh...

i'm sitting here trying to articulate my feelings about livio and razlo and i can't, really... :') livio feeling so bad and apologizing that he has to rely on razlo so much, razlo doing his best to encourage livio... they really care about each other a lot. it's very sweet. i care them. :(((

oh this is so very much not how DID works but it's both cool and important to their character arcs so it's FINE!!!! it's fine

huuuhhhmmmmm something something symbolism in livio's guns being reversible and livio and razlo working together, two as one... is this anything? am i connecting any dots here?

they were able to bring elendira to her knees with their teamwork!!!!

chapter 7:

uwaaahhh! young livio flashback!! this is where his twinky stampede self came from i guess. i hope season 2 gives us a beefier version-

...wait. wait, wait, wait, wait, wait wait wait. hold on. speaking of stampede. give me a second.

*returns 30 minutes later* HUH. INTERESTING. so stampede shows us livio working hard in EoM to catch up with wolfwood, but in the manga, it's all but outright stated that he's trying to catch up with razlo.

sorry i'm just fascinated by the tristamp/manga differences and seeing younger livio doing pushups reminded me (stamp!livio does pushups the same way!!)

we're not supposed to know that razlo exists yet in tristamp; i wonder if or how season 2 is going to reframe any of this. it's not like i dislike livio and wolfwood's relationship in stampede!! i think it's really sweet, introducing livio into ww's story earlier is a good move, and livio joining EoM to catch up with ww makes everything in the relevant episodes more emotional. but the relationship between livio and razlo is just as important!!

razlo encouraging livio is SO cute, uwaaaahhh...

WAAAHHHHH!!!! I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!!!!!

babygirl, please, i am begging. why are you so sad. tell me who hurt you. i am on my hands and knees.

to him... while drinking wolfwood's last vial... i am going to fucking throw up i feel so normal about this

chapter 8:

elendira, killed by her own nail... oh girl... my beloved... i did not expect her to live but i'm still sad she's gone. what a fantastic fight though. might be my favorite fight in this manga.

also livio's gonna have an interesting time trying to get up and get her off of him once his limbs regenerate... uh... if they can regenerate? i'm assuming they can...

i am gonna fucking CRYYYY... calling him by name... wwwaaaaahhhhh...

he would be so proud of you, livio!!!! WAAAAHHH!!!

okay, time to cut back to my other faves having their own battle.

it's so funny that legato thinks this. dude, she hates your guts. if she knew she was gonna see you in the afterlife soon she WOULD worry.

huh? that's her name? like the painting?

also i've been wondering this whole time why she looks like that. like why is she designed to look like a woman. did legato design her himself?? is this his aesthetic sense??

haha ouch! thanks for spelling out the metaphor so plainly!

ahhhh, july flashback... this was uhhh... *checks* ten years ago. supposedly. i'm not sure how much i trust the timeline anymore.

actually i do wonder how measuring time works on this planet. like, everything seems to be measured the same way it is on earth, so does noman's land also have 365 days in a year and 24 hour days?

he's so cute, i am holding him gently in my hands.

knives is so mean... to be just a tiny little bit fair to him, i too would be low on patience if my brother just blasted me with a death beam and someone suddenly started handling my guts that were hanging out. but he's so mean!! i feel bad for legato!!

i AM surprised that knives is still conscious... and that he's still mostly intact. like his guts are hanging out but it looks like his legs and arms (or at least one arm) are still attached, and he's still got. y'know. most of his skin. certainly more intact than his stampede self, lmao.

vash, honey, what on earth makes you think he plans on living through this fight any more than you are. :')

i just like this spread.

chapter 9:

OH BOY, HE'S FERAL!!! truly, he is going out in a blaze of glory just like he wanted. i wouldn't expect anything else from him at this point.

ahhh... stampede!legato talks a lot about discarding emotion in favor of devotion. but emotion and devotion are intrinsically linked. legato is a pretty emotional person, he cries a lot and yells a lot... as long as he can express his devotion to knives, he feels like he's fulfilling his purpose, so he's happy... i'm glad he's having fun at least... :')

WAAAAHHH VASH IS REMEMBERING WOLFWOOD NOW... his face is not quite visible but... vash is remembering wolfwood's words because he's thinking he really is going to have to kill legato to end this fight... killing legato just like in the 98 anime...

i get caught up in the action, but every time they bring wolfwood up i realize how much i miss him...

this panel fucks.

i love watching legato go fucking crazy fighting. i wanna see this fight animated so bad :''')

when i read the top panel, i was like, "because of knives, right?" then i read the bottom panel... ahhh... not just knives... every plant... it's a good thing tristamp established this relatively early because we don't really see vash doing this in the story lol

i'm remembering "do you think we can become friends with them?" "yeah... it might take a lot of effort though..." :'''')

chronica, girl, i know you're very angry with knives, but as far as revenge goes, you need to get in line. you got here like five minutes ago, there are other people with much longer-lasting beef than you who deserve a shot at him before you.

the smallest meryl u can imagine...

WAAAAH this is so sweet, they love him so much :(

i said this already but i LOVE seeing legato go all-out, it's cool!! it gets me pumped up!!! this is just... such a good fight!!!

wait, is the earth ship falling because chronica used up so much energy firing the cannon multiple times?? GIRL...

THIS PAGE FUCKS!!!

THIS SPREAD ALSO FUCKS!! the way that the debris fades out above them, they're only focused on each other...!!!

final thoughts... i'm surprised legato survived this volume?! i really thought he would die in this one... he lasted longer than i thought he would, not that i'm complaining... UUAAAAAGHHH i am gnawing on my arm rn, i can't believe there's only one volume left?! i'll be finished *checks day* TOMORROW?!?!? if i don't procrastinate on reading... which i might do because i don't want it to be over... waaaah...

how will knives be defeated? can humanity survive? will livio's limbs regenerate? and most importantly, HOW WILL VASH GET HIS WILL TO LIVE BACK?!?!

#trigunbookclub #every time i reference stampede i worry i'm missing something #because i still haven't finished my most recent rewatch (got too emotional about episode 9) #but i've gone back and watched livio's episode and a half multiple times LOL #trigun talk #june speaks

[jakeseresinnix]

Hannix AU inspired by The Good Cop Episode 10

If you guys haven’t watched Monica Barbaro’s series on Netflix called The Good Cop, you should check it out. It may start off slowly but it gains its momentum from second episode onwards as you get used to the style and pace of the drama series. What i love is how the final episode, Episode 10, has such delicious bickering and love-hate relationship that I could totally see Hangman and Phoenix in those scenes, although with the characters playing reversed roles. Here’s Part 1. Copyrights all to the creators & writers of The Good Cop.

So Natasha Trace is the uptight, rule abiding detective while Jake Seresin is her competitive rival in the department, the happy-go-lucky rule bending colleague and they’ve been paired together to go undercover.

Jake: Captain. Captain: Seresin, Detective Trace. I'm glad you're both here. Put everything else on hold. Drake Apartment on 73rd... undercover, together. You'll be posing as husband and wife.

Jake: Um... Nat: Excuse me? Captain: There's been three accidents, all suspicious, all in the last five weeks. Nat: Maybe the owner is killing all the rent-controlled tenants. Captain: That was our original theory, but the apartments been co-op for years. Jake: Maybe it's a mystery. Captain: ......

Moving on. We're looking for a psychopath; a serial killer.Most likely, it's somebody who lives or works in the building. Jake: And we're supposed to be married? Captain: That's the idea. Here's our best lead. The killer dropped a handwritten note in the basement. Instructions on how to override the elevator panel. There was no DNA on it, no usable prints, only the handwriting itself. Forty-four words, 223 characters. Jake: And... we're living together? 

Captain: Yes, for the third time.

Captain: You're married. You're going to be living in one of the victims' apartments posing as her nephew. You need to get handwriting samples of every resident and employee in the building, and send them back to us. We can compare them to the killers note. Jake: Captain, I don't think we can... Nat: work together like that anymore. Captain: Why not? You have the best track record in the department. Nat: We might have philosophic differences. Jake: Yes, our styles might not mesh.

Nat: Honestly, I'm afraid I might kill him. Jake: If we have to live together, I would let her. It'd be like living with the Pope. She's so puritanical. Nat: They're called rules and regulations. They're not suggestions, and they're not optional. Jake: Lighten up, Trace. What are you so afraid of? Nat: I'm afraid of you, and people like you. Anarchists. Jake: You're a freak of nature. Nat: You're a child. Jake: No one's gonna believe we're married. Captain: No one's gonna believe you're not married. Nat: Captain, if we... Captain: Married.

#hannix #hangnix #hangman x phoenix #the good cop #jake seresin #natasha trace #tracesin #hannix fanfics #top gun maverick au #glen powell #monica barbaro #hannix fanfic #mygifs #hangman #phoenix

[missy-0-piink]

Hey so, I’m feeling a little bit submissive and breedable and that one manga panel of sigma (that I posted earlier) is making me feel things

So here’s a little imagine of sigma enemies to lovers/hate sex:

So imagine you being on an enemy team, (personally I’d be port mafia), and you visit his casino and annoy the shit outta him. For. A week. Straight.

He’s had enough, and when all of his staff and customers have left and you follow him into one of the staff rooms to annoy him, he pins you against the wall, forearm pressing against your neck, not letting you move.

He leans in close, about to say something, but you interrupt him

“Damn bro, are we aboutta kiss right now? 😳”

He growls, teeth and jaw clenched, staring into your eyes with that angry gaze of his, “Shut. Up. Port mafia aren’t welcome here and you’re insufferable. Leave.”

And yet, as he says this, he doesn’t let go of you, keeping you pinned against the wall.

You take this opportunity to lean in close to his face, “and what if I don’t? What if I stay here, What are you going to do about it?”

He grabs your face with his other hand, smushing your cheeks as he also leans in, your breaths intermingling.

“I’ll make you” he says, the deep tone of his voice making you wetter than you already were

He smashed your lips together, with it being all teeth and anger from his side.

When you parted, you had the audacity to smirk at him, “did Mykola teach you that move”

He grit his teeth before lowering his arm, finally giving you space to breath, only to flip you over and pin you against the wall, your chest pressing against it.

You had to admit, this was very attractive, and was making you feel giddy for where this was going

He flips your skirt up, observing the wet patch on your panties; evidence of your arousal.

“Hah, already wet, you’re such a slut. I bet you were hoping for this, huh?”You were surprised, but you quickly got your composure back, responding with a gleeful “yes sir!”

He pulled down your underwear, then spread your thighs, exposing your most vulnerable part to him. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his heated gaze on your pussy

He’s silent, his anger and lust brewing inside of him as he shoves finger in your hole, his only goal to loosen you up enough to take him, not caring for your pleasure

He cruelly shoves a second finger, then a third, making scissoring motions to open you up. It felt so good, even if that wasn’t his intention, his lithe fingers reaching parts of you your own can’t.

Once he deemed you prepped enough, he slid his cock inside of you, roughly. It hurt, but the aggressiveness of the action made you light headed with arousal. And if felt so good too, his cock on the thinner side, but long, and it touched all the best parts inside you.

“W-wait! Sigma- ngh- hurts!” You had screamed, and it made sigma throb. If it were anyone else, he would have felt guilty, but you? He couldn’t care less. Ever since you first waltzed into his casino, acting like you had the upper hand, he loathed you. But now he can put you in your place.

“Shut up.” He said as he used one of his hands to shove his fingers in your mouth, the other grabbing your hips, holding you steady as he harshly pounded his hips against yours.

“Always act like you know everything,” he growled out, “fucking up my work, now look at you, bent over against the wall, taking my dick”

His words didn’t fail to make heat throb between your thighs, and you moaned even louder

You heard a rough ‘fuck it’ before he pulled out and you were flipped around, now facing him.

“Wanna see your face as I cum inside of you” He said lowly as he thrusted back into your heat, groaning at the feeling of you clamping around him.

He was close, and all it took for him to cum was another broken moan of his name falling from your lips. His thrusts faltered as he came with little groans leaving his lips, before regaining his composure and slipping out of you, fixing up his clothes and doing up his belt buckle.

“W-what?” You were confused, the emptiness of your hole and ruined pleasure almost aching.

“Fix yourself up and leave. It’s well into the casino closing hours.”

“But I didn’t-“

he cut you off, his tone matter of fact, “I’ve gotten what I wanted. Leave”

You stared in shock as he left the room, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

That motherfu-

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@hnnnnnnnm here it is, it’s not good because it’s literally my FIRST time writing sub reader, but I tried 😭

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungoustraydogs #sigma bsd #sigma bungou stray dogs #sigma x reader

[natehackett]

joe keery he/him/cis man “ watch out , NATHAN 'NATE' HACKETT has crash-landed into roswell !! they look thirty years old and celebrate their birthday on march fifteenth. they are from reno, nevada, reside in the GREYSTONE COMPLEX and are currently working as an attendant at the lunar laundromat. one thing you should know about them is back in reno, his parents’ garage has his collection of comics and fan memorabilia – combined, they’re worth over $500,000. ” ( guppy, mst, she/her, 21 )

PINTEREST // SPOTIFY HEY, EVERYONE ! my name is guppy (or leila, but you can call me either) and i am twenty-one. i am about to study abroad in australia, but for the current time being i am in mst (mountain standard timezone). i will be playing nate hackett, who is a lover of all things comic books and punk/grunge music. keep reading for a bit more about him and his past!

–* THE PAST / PRESENT

nate is the second youngest of five children (two older brothers – brian & james, one older sister – heather, and a younger sister – beth) and was born/raised in reno, nevada. his dad has retired but owned his own appliance repair business. nate's mother was an emergency room nurse, but she has also retired. his parents now both live in a retirement community in north carolina so they can visit the beaches in the summer season. his eldest sibling inherited the hackett home back in reno, where nate's comic and fan memorabilia collection is stored.

since there were five kids in the hackett house, it was always kind of a whirlwind. there were always birthdays happening, friends tromping through the house, holidays with extended family, and fights over room/toy/clothes sharing. the one thing that nate had to himself was his love of all things geeky.

none of his other siblings shared his interest in various comic books, card/tabletop games, and movies. he was free to explore those interests all on his own.

every week, nate would use his lunch money to buy new issues of comics being serialized. he would draw, at first, by tracing the panels in comics that he found the most intriguing. he branched off to drawing his own heroes and villains, writing storylines for them, and stapling together stacks of printer paper he had turning them into "comics."

the same store where he bought his comics in reno also held various tabletop gaming nights where nate met many friends who shared his interests.

nate got his first job as a sophomore in high school at the comic shop, it was where he spent most of his time anyways so he might as well get paid to be there.

when it came time to decide on after high school plans, nate's dad was urging him to take on the family trade of appliance repair. already, nate's two eldest siblings were working on the family business. one had gone to technical school to become an electrician and the other had done training in general appliance repair while apprenticing with nate's dad.

his third eldest sibling had disappointed nate's mom and dad by leaving nevada and going out of state to study communications. they wanted to be a journalist, not work for the family's appliance repair business.

nate was about to disappoint them just as much, he applied not only for technical schools but out-of-state colleges as well. the university of new mexico gave him a hefty scholarship, and the opportunity to study visual art, but to appease his parents he chose instead to go to central new mexico community college to study heating, ventilating, air conditioning, and refrigeration (HVACR).

he loved new mexico so much, though, that he made the decision not to return home after completing his associates. his parents were upset at his decision, but were still proud of the fact that he had chosen to pursue the family's trade with appliance repair. he made the move to roswell after living in albuquerque from the time he was 18 to the time he was 24. while in albuquerque he was working as an appliance repairman but he honestly hated having to constantly zip around from house to house everyday just to do his job. he made the decision that he wanted to work somewhere stable.

when he saw the lunar laundromat in roswell was hiring, he thought it was the perfect fit. he had the skills to fix the washers and dryers when they went down, but he was also could sit at the counter and read comic books during the downtime he had. he could also work on drawing his own comic.

currently his paycheck goes to four things: rent/bills, groceries, comics, and art supplies.

he still does some freelance repair work for extra cash on the side. but, you'll mainly find him at either the lunar landromat, forbidden planet, or at home.

personality wise: nate is real geeky, he appreciates a good pun and rarely takes anything seriously. he will gladly ramble on and on about anything and everything that is related to his favorite subjects (art, comics, magic: the gathering, pokemon cards, the star wars franchise, the warner bros monsterverse, and other weird old movies)

his favorite color is a red-orange, he frequently wears his red-orange windbreaker and a las vegas 51s baseball cap. he prefers dc to marvel, especially because his favorite series is swamp thing. he is most proud of the fact he owns swamp thing #1 with a 9.6 certified guaranty company (cgc) rating. this means it is in near mint condition and alone is worth approx. $1k. he also has a personalized autograph from len wein (the original writer of the series).

he frequently drives to comic cons in the western states (primarily CO, NM, AZ, NV, and CA). for his 18th birthday, his parents bought him VIP passes for san diego comic con which was like his dream come true.

–* POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS

since i know it can be difficult to find some connections off the bat here are some possible suggestions to get ideas flowing. i am also a fan of just starting threads and seeing where muse's chemistry goes.

D&D PARTY MEMBERS / we already know what a huge nerd nate is, but if your muse is also a nerd i am sure nate would love some party members for a d&d group in roswell. rather than an actual dining table, nate's apartment has a board game table. he just eats on his couch instead and uses the board game table for get togethers with the party. this doesn't have to be exclusive to D&D, but could extend to MTG and/or pokemon

FREQUENT FREELANCE CLIENT / is your muse prone to accidents? constantly blaming mercury in retrograde for their fridge breaking or their AC unit leaking? nate is happy to help, for a small price or a gift card to the forbidden planet so he can buy the latest issue of that one comic he's reading.

LAUNDROMAT PALS / since it takes at least forty-five minutes to get a small load of laundry washed and dried, nate is happy to entertain and talk to customers as they wait for their clothes to finish up. if you're real nice to him, he may even give you a detergent pod for free so you don't have to risk a couple of quarters at the janky dispenser.

EMERGENCY CONTACT / since nate's family is all out of state, it could be useful to have a ride-or-die who he can call at any time for anything. he definitely has broken a couple of fingers or slipped while jamming out too hard to the chats while in the shower. who you gonna call? nate's emergency contact!

#roswellintro #–*. THREAD | you know i talk too much #–*. MUSE NAME | who're ya talkin' to? #–*. FACE | pictures of nate #–*. MUSING | nate's vibe #–*. PLAYLIST | play that funky music white boy #–*. ANSWERED | questions? answers! #–*. STARTER | this is only the beginning

[desperatecheesecubes]

March Wrap Up Part 4 (I may need to find a better system)

Superman (1987) 662, 668

Dates Read: 27 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: Reading all of Chris’s comics is an interesting experience, boys timeline makes no sense. Hard to say my thoughts on either of these issues on their own merits-they’re both clearly one issue in an arc. I’ll probably go back and read the rest of the arc for issue 662 because it was an interesting start-i actually have to forecast siroccos so that was kinda a fun name for a hero for me lol. The third Kryptonian arc I’ll try and finish this month lol.

The American Daughters by Maurice Carlos Ruffin

Dates Read: 25 March- 29 March

Review: 2 stars

Thoughts: Hey have you ever written a hood story and then decided to fucking ruin it completely with an epilogue? Well so did this author! Why why why why did this book go from being a historical drama to a fucking sci-fi in the epilogue. Explain it to me. Really truly. Because it was some of the stupidest shit I’ve ever read. God it made me mad. I’m making all my book people read it. I need to know what their authentic reactions are to that fucking acid trip of an epilogue. OTHER THAN THAT I liked this. The author didn’t Go There enough for my personal preference but that’s not the story he was setting out to write I suppose. A sapphic story of an enslaved woman becoming a spy and thwarting the man who enslaves her? Absolutely a story I’m down for. Unfortunately the pacing was very bad. In summation-I did not like this and I’m mad as hell about it.

Superboy the Boy of Steel by Geoff Johns

Dates Read: 31 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: I loved the art of this so much. The first two pages technically being a Blackest Night tie in and the rest of the collected not addressing the event at all was absolutely hilarious to me. This was a fun story, it felt like the set up it was and it’s pacing worked well for what it had. I’ll get to Smallville Attacks soon I swear. It’s sitting next to me while I type this.

Superboy (1994) 5

Dates Read: 31 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: this was another reread. Not too much to say about it other than how intense my dislike is for Tana-I am simply unable to look past her age Jesus Christ. Kon being absolutely determined to be a hero always breaks my heart a little.

Superman Man of Steel 35

Dates Read: 31 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: Thjs was really interesting to me because in the most recent collected release of Kon’s 94 superboy run they do not include this issue or any of the rest of this arc so Kon just gets magically cured off page with no explanation there.

Superman (1987) 90

Dates Read: 31 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: Jesus fucking Christ Luthor is crazy.

Adventures of Superman 513

Dates Read: 31 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: My biggest take away from this issue was Kon believing he’d failed to evacuate the mountain and hating himself over it. Because I love Kon more than I love Clark lol.

Steel 5

Dates Read: 31 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: This is listed as a battle for metropolis tie in issue but there’s only a few panels that do that and the character who’s having the tie in is completely foreign to me. A story about kids doing drugs on the streets isn’t really my cup of tea but it was fine.

Action Comics 700

Dates Read: 31 March

Review: 3 stars

Thoughts: damn they fucking destroyed metropolis in this one. The amount of times they blow up the globe from the daily planet to symbol tremendous loss in Superman’s life is kind of ridiculous at this point. I liked seeing the superfam all working together in this!

IN SUMMATION!

I read 7 novels, one novella, one poetry collection, one ‘collection of essays’, 4 graphic novels, two comic collecteds, 10 volumes of manga and 33 single issue comics. According to Goodreads I’m now ahead of my goal! According to StoryGraph (the one where I’m not counting comics, collecteds, or manga) I remain behind. A tragedy.

#mine #literature #monthly wrap up

[hollyorwin]

First panel, Digital piece

This first panel was tricky, as it was trying to figure out all the colours I wanted to start with as I knew I wanted to phase from cool colours to warm, but figuring out how to go about that was difficult.

This panel really did a great job in channelling the emotion that this character is feeling. It works well in starting off these series of illustrations as it really sets the mood.

I wanted the viewer to really understand how upset he was, the mix of blue and black in the background showing how drowned he is in his own thoughts. The colours all mix together so well and the pinks used for the heart really make it stand out, clear that it's the centerpiece.

The shading in this piece was created by using a clipping layer, I used a dark purple and shaded gradually using lighter shades of the colour, once happy with it, I lower the opacity which made the purple look like darker shades of the colour under it.

I'm really happy with how this turned out, it was a great starting point and I really don't think there is anything I’d change about it.

Second panel, Digital piece

This was used as both the second panel and the first. I really wanted to make this look bold and eye catching.

The shading was done the same way as the first, but I focused on having it look like it was surrounded by darkness to really show that it was damaged, broken.

Shading the actual heart was hard, I needed to make it look dark but stick with that pink look. I struggled balancing the colours in a way that made the piece look good, but in the end I think i finally landed on something I was proud of.

I really like this panel as a I feel like it shows that this person is extremely vulnerable, like at any moment they colour crack.

I think this illustration is perfect for the second shot as it adds a deeper layer of understanding to the characters emotions.

I have nothing that I would change about this illustration.

Third panel, Digital piece

This is my favourite illustration with in the project, it really works well with the whole thing, it shows that these thoughts and feelings are really all the own of the character as symbolised by the cloud of scribbles surrounding the characters mind.

The colour finally starts to shift in this image to a lighter one as we see the figure receive a message, this colour change shows a hopefulness that its some kind of message from the person they're with. 

This panel also gives us a small further look into this characters mental state as we see old clothes on the floor, showing a disregard for hygiene, hinting to mild depression.

We also see a change of facial expression from the figure showing a hopeful glance up, eyes still watery yet appearing calmer.

This sample really could sum up the whole story in one shot and i'm happy with how well i managed to get that to work. 

I wouldn't change a thing about this illustration as I feel it ties in perfectly with the them.

Forth panel, Digital piece

Although I wish I’d gone with a better pose for this piece in which we could see the character looking at the message, i still really like what this illustration shows.

It gives a look into what the figure is seeing just because of a very simple message that made their worries about being hated or unloved, vanish.

It shows how much this has cheered him up compared to before. 

This illustration also really gave me a nice way to transition into the warmer colours without suddenly changing the background.

I'm pleased with this panel as it does fit in really well with the rest of the illustrations, yet if I were to recreate it, I would like to try a more interesting composition.

Fifth panel, Digital piece

The last illustration, this is where we see the character relaxed, content. It shows us how small his worries were and yet how it massively affected his feelings.

In order to show that this character is slowly breaking out of these habits of being consumed by his feelings, I drew in flowers, and their stems wrapping around his heart as if they were giving a comforting hug to the figure, reassuring him and helping him calm down after everything he was feeling.

The colour in the background is now a warm pinkish orange, further presenting how much that message has comforted the figure. 

I feel this last panel is a nice way to end the illustrations finishing off a short simple story in a satisfying way.

If I were to change one thing though I would want to change the pose in which we can see him on the phone with the person, further reassuring him that he's loved and appreciated.

[stisdale]

Jury Duty

The courthouse is new, and the jury waiting room is spacious, with lockers, a small kitchen, a little coffee shop near the stairs, large television screens and lots of comfortable chairs. The tall windows face east across the river, toward the mountain. But there are still two hundred of us pressed together for the next few days: all ages, old men in Carhartts and boots, young women in suits with briefcases. Even as late arrivals check in, we watch two long videos. One extols the civic responsibility of jury duty, and one—featuring our county’s racially diverse judges—teaches us about unconscious bias. A short, brightly smiling woman gives us polite but firm directions, and begins to call panels. There are three, and I am number 6 on the third panel.

Eighteen of us are seated in the courtroom. We get a long, friendly welcome from the judge, who reviews at length the reminders of unconscious bias, and tells us we are there for a trial on charges of harassment and assault. A sorry-looking fellow watches us from behind his young attorney. Brief clouds of bad breath float by, lingering fogs, and now and then I wonder how much virus the mists carry.

Each of us answers standard voir dire questions: Where do you live? Where do you work? What are your hobbies? Have you ever been the victim of a crime? What is your education? Do you know anyone in law enforcement?

It is difficult for many people to answer these questions succinctly. Have you been a victim of a crime? Yes, let’s start with when I was five and my wagon was stolen. But eventually it is my turn. I live in Northeast. I have a college degree. I am a writer. I have been the victim of two burglaries. I don’t know anyone in law enforcement.

Almost no one has been the victim of any crime, and the majority have some college education. But then the defense attorney asks us where we get our news. “Social media.” “Reddit.” “My mother.” “I don’t follow the news. “Friends.” Social media.” “Social media.” “Social media.” “Instagram.” (Instagram?) A few people mention the New York Times and NPR.  I make a list: New York Times, Washington Post, the local newspaper and radio stations.

The defense attorney asks us if we trust the justice system. I say that I am aware of a shortage of public defenders. The prosecuting attorney asks us how we would feel if the evidence consisted of an eyewitness. I say I couldn’t be able to convict a person based only on an eyewitness.

I am dismissed. Six people are empaneled, including the pony-tailed guy on DUI diversion and the old man next to me who had to be prompted to answer questions and actually said, “I’m not paying attention.”

I wish I had mentioned reading DW, The Guardian and Al-Jazeera.

Back to the jury room. The staff remains cheerful; the crowd remains restive. The screens show silent HGTV renovation shows. When the woman is ready to call another panel, she says, “I know. You will hate me. I am sorry!”

I am called back as the fortieth person on a panel of forty. The judge gives us a long reminder about unconscious bias, and tells us this is going to be a longer trial of several days for multiple serious charges: car theft, evading police. A handsome man with olive skin and a long black braid turns to look at us. The judge wants to know if a trial of this length will be a problem—“an honest problem,” she adds.

I am sitting next to a twenty-something woman with acne and brightly dyed hair who can’t hold still. She whispers to me; she is an artist, she can’t miss work, how can she get out of here? But she doesn’t raise her hand. Her legs jutter and shake.

Eight people are dismissed for hardship: a man who doesn’t speak English well, a few others who run a business on their own, and a gloomy sad sack of a man from my first panel, who says he is unable to speak above a whisper. Once again, I am near a flamboyant woman with long nails and lashes. She makes a lot of jokes; the defense here seems to like her. But she wants out. She does nails for a living and is losing income. It’s a hardship, she says. She is not dismissed.  

It is late in the afternoon and we are sent home for the day. The next morning, we are briefly seated and then sent to wait in the hallway. The fidgety artist never appears. We wait for almost three hours. People pace and stare at their phones and stare out the window at the heavy atmospheric river falling. A few people work on laptops. A few of us read. The woman with the long nails and eyelashes chuckles at her Instagram feed and noisily eats a foil-wrapped sandwich and a big packet of chips and a can of selzer. She mumbles and complains out loud to the room. Can’t we get this over with? How much longer does this go on? Now and then she heaves a big sigh. Everyone pray that we go soon.

Finally the clerk comes out to tell us that the case has been resolved, which I take to mean the guy pled and will do some time. But we are not dismissed. We return to the jury room.

It is an airport gate after several delays. Long silences. Inexplicable announcements. Staff in the background doing mysterious tasks. A few people grumble about the perceived but not articulated unfairness of it all. People nap, eat the expensive snacks from the coffee shop, stare at the silenced screens. A woman with the permitted circular needle does crochet and talks to everyone sitting nearby, though no one responds. The woman across from me has kicked off her shoes and curled up in the chair; she is on her ear buds, talking to a contractor about remodeling details. We are in a Bardo realm, suspended.

In mid-afternoon, the last panel of the day is called, twenty people. Most answer in a dead voice, Here, and rise to get their badges. “I know!” the woman says. “I am so sorry!” A few people never answer; they have wandered away. I want to be called. I feel lucky to be here. I’ve read four magazines and eaten a gyro and I believe in the jury system and it is only two days in two years. But clearly I am in the minority.

When we are finally all dismissed except for those kept in the courtrooms, I ask the woman what happens to people who don’t show up when their name is called. She says with the same bright energy she has maintained for two days. “It’s up to the judge, but maybe he makes them do jury duty all over again.” We both smile at this idea.

I ride home on the bus, rush hour. A boy plays a tinny video game. A kid in the back shrieks with anger. I can smell sweat and stale fried chicken. A man stinking of cigarettes holds his head in his hands, two garbage bags full of clothes at his feet. When the bus sways, people catch each other, apologize, turn to look out the windows again. These are my peers.

[mt-musings]

Bluebell

Chapter 24

After being abruptly transferred to the BAU at what she suspects was Gideon's request, Cassie Boann struggles to find her footing. Shy and solitary by nature, the transition is made all the more difficult when Dr. Spencer Reid seems to take an almost immediate dislike to her. Unfortunately for them both, their respective areas of expertise leave them paired off more often than not. But when Cassie's past literally starts hunting her, Spencer is forced to consider that he might, in fact, not hate her at all.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Spencer Reid x OC

Warnings: Canon typical violence, kidnapping, stalking, drug use, blood, injury, death, PTSD, eventual smut, more tags to be added

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24. This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Cassie paused as she poured over the PCR results, squinting at a faint set of markers in the bottom corner before pulling out her files. There was something oddly familiar in the results something jogging her memory. 

She froze, considering the possibility before she went digging in her folders. The test was practically ancient at this point, pre-dating the OJ trial but if it were accurate, or if it raised enough interest to rerun a sample—

It was her mother’s PCR results from the crime scene, an incomplete run but—there, that strange little marker. She compared the two for only another moment before bolting up from her desk.

It would take days to get the needed samples from evidence, samples that she’d have to pray hadn’t been corrupted by time or poor storage. But she could get a preliminary rough panel in less than two hours, provided her hypothesis was right. 

Thankfully everyone in the lab was at lunch when she burst in, no doubt looking more than a little unhinged. She tossed her papers down next to the PCR machine and pulled out a scalpel, a handful of alcohol wipes, and a fresh test tube. She swiped at the skin of her forearm with the wipes before making a small incision, just large enough to let blood well up so she could catch it in the test tube. She didn’t really notice the sting of the blade, too caught up in the pounding of her heart. 

She didn’t bother waiting for the cut to stop bleeding before she prepared the gel, slapping on a blank label by way of a bandaid rather than looking for the lab’s first aid kit. 

Ayesh returned to the lab with a smoothie in hand, freezing in the doorway when he spotted Cassie pacing back and forth in front of the PCR machine, a line of tacky blood streaked down her forearm.

“Ummm?”

She ignored him, leaping forward as the machine beeped to look at her results. He crossed behind her, glancing between the results on the screen and the familiar printouts she had laid out on the keyboard. 

They both just stared at the results for a solid ten minutes, unmoving. Cassie had always been the odd one out in their cohort. It wasn’t as if they didn’t like her—quite the opposite. She just held herself apart, had done so since she’d started. She buried herself in work, in cases, in research, so much so that she thought no one could tell she was pushing everyone away. And it worked, for the most part. 

But he’d been in the program the second-longest, after her. He’d known her long enough, spent enough wee hours of the morning together pouring over results to get the slightest glimmer of the person underneath. 

The person he hope to see more of now that she’d finally hit a breakthrough in her research. Ayesh let out a low whistle, shaking his head. 

“There’s no way Dr. Garvey won’t put you up to defend this semester.”

“You’re seeing the same thing I am, right?”

“Oh yeah. Is this your first—“

“Third panel, same results.”

He didn’t comment on the way her eyes were misted over, or the slight tremor in her voice. He just clapped her on the back, face breaking into a wide grin. “You crazy son of a bitch, you really did it. I’m cashing in that favor, we’re going out for drinks to celebrate.”

---

She stepped out of the bar and into the chilly night air, leaning back against the wall as she dug out her cell phone. 

Ayesh had rounded up the rest of the cohort and dragged them all down to the Tombs for drinks before moving on a karaoke bar just outside of Chinatown. She dropped her head back against the brick, closing her eyes for just a moment. Perhaps it was the warm fuzziness of the alcohol or maybe she just enjoyed being around them more than she allowed herself. Enjoyed laughing and making an ass out of herself with the rest of them, for once not having to be the paradigm of professionalism. 

She dialed, opening her eyes to watch the passersby. They were still close enough to the Mall that there were people out and about even though it was past eleven. She listened to the ringing on the other end, wondering if maybe he’d simply gone to sleep. They had work in the morning after all.

“Hello?”

The voice at the other end of the line was Spencer, but it was wrong, something just off. It was as if everything was being spoken through molasses, slowed and distorted. She furrowed her brows, pressing the phone harder to her ear.

“Spence? Are you—Did I wake you?”

“No, I just…What is is Cass?”

“I—I had a breakthrough in my thesis. Are you okay, Spencer? You sound weird.”

“I’m fine.”

He wasn’t. She didn’t have to listen to the foreign timbre of his voice to know he wasn’t. It had barely been a month since everything he’d endured at the hands of Thomas Hankel. 

She’d tried space, she’d tried handling him with kid gloves, but he just slipped further away each day. She knew what it was like to be unmoored, knew what it was like to try and stay afloat alone. 

“I’m coming over,” she said, flipping her phone shut before he could argue. 

---

Van Ness was six stops on the Red Line from the bar. 

Long enough for her to start to spiral. It wasn’t as if she were a stranger to maladaptive coping. Perhaps that was why the idea of Spencer turning to any of her self-destructions bothered her so much. 

Spencer’s apartment was only a few blocks from the station. The familiar path seemed to take twice as long, even as she pulled her coat tighter around herself and upped her pace. 

His building had no doorman to charm, no access codes to punch in. She just crossed the lobby to the stairs and climbed to the second floor. She knocked on #23, hearing the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the floor. She waited a handful of minutes before knocking again, this time louder. 

“Spencer? It’s Cassie.” She could hear the TV on in the apartment, though no sign of footsteps.

She pulled out her phone and dialed as she knocked again. She was sent to voicemail. She dialed again and then a third time, listening to the muffled swearing on the other side of the door as he finally picked up.

“What?”

“I’m here. Can you open the door?”

“It’s almost midnight. We have work.”

“You’re already up.”

He hung up, letting the dial tone ring in her ear. She sighed, staring at the closed door. She half considered ignoring the sick feeling in her gut, chalking it up to her own hangups and being naturally anxious. If he had sounded like himself she would have accepted the harsh refusal and turned away. If he didn’t sound wrong.

Or at least that’s what she told herself. 

Instead she pulled a bobby pin from her hair, positioning herself so any nosy neighbors wouldn’t quite be able to see what she was doing and pulled it apart, holding one end as the tension and the other to push the pins into place.

She doubted, but the time that it took for her to open the door, that the locks had been changed since the complex was built.

She’d have to get him a proper set of deadbolts.

She pulled out the remnants of her bobby pin and swung the door open. Spencer lay sprawled on the couch, his skin ashen and covered in a sheen of sweat. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, crossing the room in about four strides to kneel next to him. She checked his pulse. It was slow—too slow— but steady. He mumbled something unintelligible, eyes still closed. It was only then that she saw the empty vial on the coffee table, the dirty needle tossed haphazardly next to it along with a rubber tourniquet. 

She smacked him, not too hard but not especially gently, her other hand still monitoring his pulse. He shot up, eyes flying wide and in a panic.

“Cassie? What the fuck?”

She ignored him, noting the acceleration in his pulse. Not an overdose then, but too much. Far too much.

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come,” he snarled, yanking his arm away. She let him.

“How long have you been—? Spence, you gotta know this isn’t the right way—“

“I don’t remember asking your opinion.”

“You don’t have to ask for me to give it. Just sit up.”

She gave him a last once over before crossing to his kitchen to pull out a glass and a handful of ice. She splashed water on her own face before filling the glass, trying to steady her breathing. 

She hadn’t expected—she hadn’t really expected anything, except maybe a blackout drunk Spencer—but maybe she should have. Maybe if she had really been paying attention she would have picked up the signs, connected the dots. 

Tobias had tormented him with Diladaud. She just hadn’t expected him to seek it out himself. 

She didn’t know much about modern opioids outside of what was important in a toxicology report. If she had maybe she’d have known the risk factors, what to watch for. How had she not seen the extent of his pain? How could she even call herself his friend when she'd let him suffer and waste away alone?

She wiped the water from her face and filled his cup, turning back to the living room. 

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