#break up / make up

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Hi ,its my first time asking you anything since maybe one year ago that i found your reclist that in my opinion is one of the best IF NOT THE BEST drarry reclist to exist. Not only is so well organizased but is amazing how you cover almost avery theme, tag, request....Thanks for the effort that you make ❤️.

Since you an amazing reccer i wanna know if its posibble asking you for some recs, the thing is that i love the kind of stories tha break my heart into pieces while reading more so when our boys have to suffer to finally have peace and enjoy themselves. By any chance do you know stories where Harry and Draco have to give up their relationship and their love for other things or people like draco for his parents or Harry for the Weasleys or the greater good?

If by any chance you read this thank you so much and keep blessing us with your presence here. ❤️

Oh wow what a way to start my week! Thank you for the kind words, I’m so happy that you enjoy the blog and are finally sending your own request. I appreciate you ❤️ I see you’re going for hardcore angst with the self-sacrificing trope! I think you might enjoy these treats:

The Promise by Frayach (M, 4.5k)

Draco made two promises that pulled him in opposite directions. He can only fulfill one.

An Emerald In The Sky by corvuscrowned (M, 6.6k)

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

Unfinished Business by cupiscent (E, 20k)

Ten years after the War ends, Harry and Draco still haven't got their act together. But maybe it's not too late.

Us, in Lieu by Tepre (E, 29k)

Teddy needs help and Harry needs funding. Draco sits in the other room and plays the piano.

On One's Knees by pir8fancier (E, 33k)

The war is over and to the victors go the spoils. If you are triggered by infidelity, this is not the fic for you.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 70k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Close Behind by oflights (M, 134k)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (T, 300k)

Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.

[supervillainny]

I’m just a notch in your bedpost (but you’re just a line in a song)

[in which nny is inspired by the most overused FOB lyric of all time sorry]

The pounding on the door doesn’t let up, much like the pounding in his head, and Eddie lets out a curse that’s muffled by the cigarette in his mouth. He shakes his hair out of his face, watching in resignation as ash drops into the coffee he’s just poured himself, and shoves to his feet. 

“Yeah, alright,” he yells, shuffling towards the door, rolling his neck like that’s gonna do anything to counteract twenty-some years of headbanging, and he’s rubbing ruefully at it with one hand while he hauls the door open with the other. 

“What,” he snarls, and then nearly swallows his tongue. 

Steve hasn’t even changed, over years, and ain’t that a kick in the teeth. Standing there like a tower of righteous fury in acid-washed jeans and perfect hair, although it looks like maybe he gave in to the lure of Sun-In at some point and it hasn’t quite grown out. 

“Oh,” Eddie says flatly. “It’s you.” 

He ignores the feeling in his chest, like gentle fingers are cradling his heart but could, at any moment, start to squeeze. Instead he curls his lip, giving Steve a sardonic once-over, hoping like hell that the guy is too angry to notice the hunger in his eyes. 

“Munson,” Steve says, voice rigidly controlled. “You know why I’m here.”

“Couldn’t imagine,” Eddie drawls, then takes a long drag of his cigarette and lets the smoke curl out of the sides of his mouth. He taps his chin, pantomiming deep thought. “I owe you money?” 

Steve lets out a strangled noise, like the fury’s choking him, and Eddie doesn’t even attempt to bite down on his grin. He lets Steve push him back, rolling his back against the wall so Steve can shove past and storm into the kitchen. Apparently he’s too mad to sit, and instead he looms by the table, squeezing his fingers around the top slat of one of the ladder-back chairs tight enough to bleed his knuckles white. 

Eddie, ever a master of setting a scene, sprawls in the chair opposite like he hasn’t got a care in the world, stretching his arms so his shirt skims up against the skin of his stomach, and the involuntary drop of Steve’s gaze is the worst kind of victory, acid-burnt and bitter. Eddie takes a sip of his cooling coffee, and works against the grimace at its grittiness against his tongue. 

“So?” Eddie says, after a long silent moment. 

Instead of saying anything, Steve shoves a hand into the pocket of his hooded sweater and tosses a jewel case on the table. It skids across the surface and Eddie stops it with one finger, looking down at the familiar cover art with a weird sense of disorientation. That photographer had made him look like such an asshole. 

After another long moment, Eddie looks up with a grin. 

“Want me to sign it?” 

Steve snarls and the chair screeches as he shoves it forward, but before he can make another move they both look up when there’s movement in the doorway. 

Christ, the guy looks young in the morning light, early twenties maybe and pillow-rumpled, out of place in his clubbing clothes with last night’s eyeliner smeared around his eyes. Eddie feels a flash of embarrassment and that finally sparks his anger into life. He shoves to his feet and - feeling the weight of Steve’s stare on his back - saunters over to press a gentle kiss to the corner of the guy’s jaw. 

“Thanks, baby,” he says, low and husky but definitely loud enough for Steve to hear. “Maybe I’ll call you, huh?” 

“Sure.” The guy’s voice is flat and disbelieving. “How about you sign me a CD instead so I can sell it on the forums?” 

Eddie cackles in genuine amusement. “Sure, kid. That I can do.” 

There’s a box of them by the front door, hauled up from his van and dumped there after a long night’s playing, so Eddie rummages through the junk drawer in the kitchen to find a marker - revelling in the simmering anger on Steve’s face when he has to move out of the way - and scrawls his name across the dumb cover art. 

“Thanks,” the guy mumbles, and then looks over Eddie’s shoulder for a second, looking discomfited. “And - sorry.” And then he’s gone, the slam of the door and the distant thump of feet down stairs the only evidence he was even there. 

Eddie takes a long breath, and then turns, but if Steve was in the kitchen doorway it’s empty now. The few steps back are just about enough time for him to swallow down the fizzing in his stomach, but he’s not expecting to find Steve sitting, now, hunched over with his elbows on the kitchen table and his hands clenched in his hair. 

The kitchen chair scrapes over the linoleum and Eddie sits down carefully, stubbing out his cigarette before leaning back in his chair. 

Eddie’s always been the guy to make the noise, make a scene, talk like he’s got a quota of words to get through or the consequences will be dire. Silence hasn’t been much of a feature in his life, and it’s been rare that he’s been calm enough to let it happen, relax back into it, safe and soundless. Steve always held all of his silences, but this one feels rotten, like a cavity in a tooth.��

“Matching Scars,” Steve says, his voice taking all of the music out of the words. 

“It’s pretty popular,” Eddie says, spinning the ashtray against the surface of the table rather than reaching for another cigarette, ‘cos he remembers how hard it was for Steve to quit. 

“It’s good,” Steve says, reluctant. “I wish you hadn’t written it.” 

It’s so fucking unreasonable. What he said, sure, but also that it still hurts. Jesus, it’s been years, and Eddie’s still bent out of the shape around the hole Steve left. 

“You gave up the rights to my feelings, Steve-O,” Eddie says. “Too bad, so sad.” 

“But not mine!” The defensive flare in Steve’s voice matches the fire in his eyes when he looks up, catches Eddie’s eyes. “It may have been just fucking to you, but -” 

“Wait, what?” 

“Matching scars but just one bleeding heart,” Steve said, and grimaced like he’d tasted something bitter. “You think I want the kids hearing that?” 

“Sorry to get my feelings all over you,” Eddie says, a high-pitched ringing in his ears. “Gotta be careful with us artistic types.” He’d forgotten how much Steve could hurt him. Easy to do, when he hadn’t seen him since that last time. No one else got past his defences, towering stone and rusted wire, and he’d somehow overlooked the exact shape of the breach in them. 

“Your feelings?” Steve asks, his voice filled with scorn. He shoves up out of his chair, pacing back and forth across the worn linoleum, his hands running distractedly through his hair and it’s so familiar Eddie has to pull his feet up onto the chair with him, his crooked knees protecting the egg-shell fragile centre of him. He fumbles in his pocket for the crushed carton of cigarettes there, yanks one out and spins it between his fingers. 

“Henderson keeps hugging me,” Steve says, like it’s the worst thing in the world. Eddie laughs, can’t help it, and just for a second Steve meets his eyes, makes a face, and that moment of connection somehow reaches back across years. 

“What a nightmare,” Eddie says, as flattened out as he can make it, and the moment’s lost. 

“It’s humiliating,” Steve says. “Christ, I’m stuck in the town I grew up in, working the same dead-end job I had out of high school, getting pity from the kid I used to babysit because somehow the hit song of the summer is all about one of the many romantic fucking failures of my sad fucking life, and on top of it all, on top of that steaming pile of shit that is my life -” 

Steve turns to look at him, hands on his hips, and Eddie almost swallows his tongue. Steve looks exactly the same as he did back then. Eddie feels exactly the same. 

“And on top of that,” Steve says miserably, hopeless. “I come to confront you about showing my bleeding goddamn heart to the whole world and you still look - “ he gestures, helpless. “You still - Jesus, Eddie, the way you look at me.” 

Eddie cannot listen to this any more. 

“Steve, it’s not about you!” 

And Jesus, the look on his face. The moment’s shock that’s occluded by misery and a flash of anger that warms into a red-hot humiliation that has Eddie reaching out involuntarily, a second of knuckle-rough skin before Steve snatches his hand away and turns his head, staring hard at a spot of precisely nothing on the kitchen wall. 

Eddie watches the line of his jaw tighten, the bob of his adams apple, as if hypnotised. 

“Right,” Steve says, and he tries, Eddie can see him trying to keep his voice level, and he has to, he can’t not - 

“It’s about me. My feelings.” 

Steve swallows hard, with a dry-sounding click that almost echoes. “What - what do you mean, Eds?” And the nickname brings it all falling down, broken stone and snapped wire, his shattered defences crumbling around him. 

“You broke my heart, Stevie,” he says, simple, soft. 

And Jesus, the dawning wonder in Steve’s eyes. 

[phoebe-delia]

a crooked love in a straight line down

This is for my sweetest friend @written-in-ash. Lyssa I love you so much and I'm incredibly proud of you. Here's to celebrating you, my lovely fandom little sister. Here's some angst, just for you.

Based on the song "I Wish You Would" by Taylor Swift.

CW: break up/make up, angst with a happy ending.

Harry's gotten very good at existing.

He gets up and goes to work each day. He smiles at his co-workers, laughs with Ron and Hermione over lunch at the Ministry cafeteria, and turns in his paperwork on time.

He leaves the office each day and floos home, where there's little to distract him from the heartbreak on the periphery of his attention. He's gotten good at blocking it out during the day; Harry's a master at suppressing his emotions when there's a job to do or someone to hide from, but when he's alone, there's nothing to stop the anguish from washing over him, hot tears running down his cheeks.

It's his own fault, too. He's kept the flat largely the same since Draco left, off to an exciting new potions research position in Canada. Harry tells himself it's because he hasn't had the time to get rid of it all; he's been busy, after all, and it's only been six weeks.

But that doesn't explain why he keeps buying Draco's favorite tea. Why he sleeps in the pajamas Draco bought for him. Why he hasn't thrown out Draco's hair brush or even moved it from its spot on the counter.

He should wipe the flat clear of anything that reminds him of Draco and find someone new. He should stop avoiding pub nights with his friends in favor of wallowing in his flat.

Maybe then he'll finally stop missing Draco with a bone-deep ache that leaves him breathless. Maybe he'll stop being so pathetic, crying and curled up on the sofa like he is now, wearing a t-shirt Draco left behind. Maybe he'll finally move on like Draco surely has with some fit Canadian man who speaks French and probably has a mustache.

Not that Harry's thought about it.

There's a knock at the door. Harry groans to himself, wondering why the world is interrupting his scheduled wallowing time. He turns over onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow and holding it over his head. The knocking turns more insistent, so with a grunt, he forces himself off the couch and over to the door, wiping his cheeks and running a hand through his hair, ready to tell whoever this is to leave him the fuck alone.

He opens the door. "What do you wa—nt?" Harry's voice cracks. "Draco," he breathes. He blinks back the tears already starting to well up again.

Draco looks infuriatingly good, wearing pressed trousers and a button-down shirt with a long trench coat. Harry resents his own joggers and the t-shirt, cheeks heating as he remembers who it belongs to.

"Hi, Harry," Draco says softly. "How are you?"

Harry crosses his arms. "I'm fine," he says, trying to keep his voice even. "What are you doing here?"

Draco bites his lip. "May I come in?"

Harry considers closing the door; he thinks about telling Draco 'no' and shutting him out of his life for good. He thinks about creating his own closure, earning back a scintilla of pride.

He also thinks about stepping aside to let Draco in. He thinks about Draco looking around as he enters, taking in every detail. Harry can see him cataloging every detail, searching for ways it's changed since he left. Harry hates him for it a little, even in his own imagination.

Instead, he says, "Answer my question first. What are you doing here?"

Draco swallows. "I hated Canada."

Harry frowns. "Why?"

Draco runs a hand through his hair, beginning to pace on the small doorway. "I thought that was what I wanted. That's one of the most prestigious potions programs in the bloody world, and they accepted me, and I—I thought I had no choice but to go."

"But you did," Harry says, not caring how bitter he sounds. "You had every choice in the world."

"Yes, I did," Draco mutters. "I did have a choice. I left, and I broke both our hearts in the process. I was an idiot. I could've tried getting over us, but I realized I just don't want to. It took spending six agonizing weeks on the other side of the world to realize that no job, no opportunity," he says the word with disdain, "is worth losing you." He looks at Harry with wide, pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, and I love you," he whispers. "I'm here. I'm home. If you'll have me."

Harry's gripping the doorframe for support, his eyes welling up with tears of relief; a release of anger and hope and love all in one. He doesn't stop one from sliding down his cheek, watching as Draco's own eyes grow teary.

Harry steps back, leaving room for Draco to walk through the threshold. Heart in his throat, he says, "Welcome home."

[teacup-tai]

Fic Claim: Leeward (Drarry, M, 8k)

Finally got time to claim my @hpweddingfest fic! Huge thank you to my darling mods: @maraudersaffair and @ladderofyears! My dearest @crazybutgood for the stunning beta work, and my super alpha miss @erajmcouts. This fic was a huge delight to write. I'm so happy to leave the whole break up and divorce vibes in the past and start my new Drarry break-up & make-up phase.

Leeward (M, 8k, tw: previous break-up, survivors guilt, mentions of unhealthy behaviour. Angst with a happy ending)

Summary: There’s a polaroid kept in the back of Harry’s nightstand drawer. Just the one. It’s Muggle and slightly yellowish. There are many other photos in a box in the back of Harry’s cupboard under the stairs—the one he almost never opens. A hidden box of hidden memories. After four years since their break up, Harry and Draco meet again at Dean and Blaise’s wedding. Now, between the turquoise sea and the white sand dunes of Fuerteventura, they will need to face their feelings.

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*Amazing banner by @maraudersaffair :)

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tw: bruising

just had a bad accident

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trojan war tumblr simulator

🌊 is-the-sea-wine-dark-today

YOU BET IT IS

#the wine dark sea!!!!!!!!!!!! #wine dark sea #wine dark sea posting

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✌🏻 ajax2electricboogaloo follow

why is achilles the only demigod who's Like That? like he's my boy but u don't see memnon or aeneas or sarpedon acting like him on the reg. why is he so maladjusted? like specifically? I saw his mother once and was so terrified by the sight of a goddess I flung myself to the ground and hid my face in the dirt til she left but I still don't think that accounts for it idk

🏘️ nobody1020

it's blonde man syndrome hope this helps

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⚔️ sonoftydeus

opening my askbox so that we can discuss strategies on taking troy!

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anonymous asked: we should all go home :)

⚔️ sonoftydeus answered:

FUCK OFF AGAMEMNON I WANT REAL SUGGESTIONS

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nobody1020 asked: do u like..... horses

⚔️ sonoftydeus answered:

odysseus do I even wanna know where this is going

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⌛ isthetrojanwaroveryet?

year 9, day 234: still no....

#all our admins keep DYING

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‼️ trojan-confessions follow

I think my wife might be sending me anon hate :/ keep getting asks like 'hope u die on the battlefield tomorrow silly slag' and 'menelaus should have curbstomped you' and in her big tapestry of warriors she made me look stupid

🐴 horsetaminghector follow

lmaooo is this paris??

🔮 cryinglikecassandra follow

kinda think helen should send MORE anon hate idk

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❓ myrmidons-confessions

I was the one who wrote the achilles/agamemnon 100k slowburn enemies to lovers rpf and put it on the group chat but now patroclus is calling me 'agachilles boy' and laughing about it and asking if I can proofread his mock bardic epic where all his dogs are heroes and killing people, so I fear I've made a mistake. I also can't look achilles in the eye anymore... but honestly I've never seen proof he can read so I might be safe

❓ myrmidons-confessions

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👑 kingofmycenae

👍🏻 ajaxthegreat

achilles is DEAD and ur posting CRAB RAVE?????

🏘️ nobody1020

I think that's why he's posting it ngl

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😹 deiphobus42069

imagine being the achaeans and your best warrior gets killed by PARIS, after everyone else had awesome deaths at the hands of sarpedon or hector or memnon... like that's literally so embarassing I just know achilles is fucking fuming down in hades rn. I bet the achaeans are gonna put around that paris was guided by apollo, or that paris happened to hit his only weak spot..... anything 2 try and make it less cringe.... lol lol we're popping the biggest bottles tonight. hope helen's there

🐆 leopardskiniscool

???????????????

#I mean. yeah. but also. #deiphobus wtf I thought we were chill

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#hope everyone can be normal about the outcome!!! :)

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🧑🏻 randotrojansoldier-deactivated-8578543

so excited to go back onto the field of battle tomorrow! sure hope I don't encounter any of the big-name heroes

🗣️ homer follow

I hope you don't too! I'm sure you'll do great!

🐎 antilochussss

not the direct address????

✌🏻 ajax2electricboogaloo

direct address got him :(

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💂🏻 trojanguardtales follow

fuck my job so much I hope that this wooden horse tribute to the gods turns out to have some guys inside or something just so I can DO something rather than standing here like a twat with my spear

💂🏻 trojanguardtales follow

by ares this can't be happening

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⚔️ sonoftydeus reblogged menelauskingofsparta

do NOT order achilles from shein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#oh yeah #I was stuck with temu achilles in the trojan horse for six hours #and by hour two agamemnon had suggested killing and eating him #and odysseus was threatening to 'send him to meet his father' #and it's not even like there's any kleos in killing priam!!! #anti neoptolemus #neoptolemus defenders dni #vent tags

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[giantkillerjack]

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1

[stellarspecter]

@pscentral event 20: antagonists ↳ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE

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Do you know of any stories where there was a breakup and one person is trying to win the other back? Thanks! Please!

Hello! Sure thing, here are some:

Maybe Just A Midnight Rendezvous by Writcraft (E, 4k)

Harry's back in London and he's determined to show Draco how things have changed.

Be Still by Writcraft (E, 5k)

Harry’s back in England and Draco tries to fix things before he disappears again.

Can't Fight This Feeling by Writcraft (E, 11k)

A year may have passed, but Harry Potter definitely isn't over Draco Malfoy.

Blueprints for a Dream by Frayach (E, 24k)

Harry breaks Draco’s heart, but that doesn’t mean Draco’s going to let him go without a fight.

Red Thread (that will lead me home to you) by xErised (E, 35k)

It takes four years of travelling and mutual pining for Harry to realise that Malfoy is the only one for him. Of course, he has to express his feelings in the most scandalous way possible—by stopping Malfoy's very proper, very pureblood wedding.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 70k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

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playing around w slightly different hair renders

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Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine

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HYUNJIN SKZ TALKER EP. 65

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Q: Why hasn't the SAG-AFTRA strike been resolved?

A:

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Dewi wouldn’t hurt a fly…usually.

Bug Fact: The African Cicada is the loudest bug in the world reaching up to 107 decibels (about the same as a car horn).

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