#who knows what the next year will bring

[miriel-elenna]

I posted 1,590 times in 2022

7 posts created (0%)

1,583 posts reblogged (100%)

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I tagged 1,483 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#thee only otp - 387 posts

#my moon - 327 posts

#my stars - 198 posts

#the show at large - 141 posts

#actor stuff - 117 posts

#the boys - 85 posts

#big sky - 67 posts

#spn ladies - 48 posts

#spn truths - 46 posts

#fifth versary - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#he was sick and it was at the end of a long weekend but he still genuinely smiled at me when i mumbled my flustered little thanks

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Parody

The series so far...

Cas went to the used bookstore in town every time he had the opportunity.

Over the Bookshelf was tucked away in the small Main Street shopping area, sandwiched between a Domino's pizza on one side and a sandwich place on the other. It was, in Dean's words, more hole in the wall than a hole in the wall, but Cas found something delightful whenever he visited.

He was beginning to understand why humans put so much emphasis on olfactory sensations, because that first hit of old books, decaying paper and glue, sent dopamine and oxytocin swirling through his brain; a sensation almost as strong, almost but not quite, as what he felt every time he walked into his and Dean's home.

Their home together.

This visit to the bookstore was no different. He grinned as he meandered through the narrow aisles, books shoved willy-nilly into overstuffed shelves. He hadn't arrived with any particular goal, no preconceived book to purchase or purloin. He would know what he was looking for when he saw it.

Amongst a shelf of dusty paperbacks, a particularly lurid cover caught his eye. When he read the title he couldn't keep himself from flipping to the first page. The temptation was simply too great.

That's where Dean found him, his head thrown back in uproarious laughter. Cas rarely laughed so hard that tears leaked from his eyes, but he couldn't stop. The whole thing was too ridiculous.

"What's got you chuckling, sunshine?" Dean asked, a grin on his face.

Cas wiped his eyes and handed the book over. "This thing is entirely absurd."

Dean's eyes widened, a look of shocked horror on his face. He shuddered and dropped the book on the floor, rubbing his hands on his jeans as if to wipe them clean.

"Were you seriously reading one of the Supernatural books?" Dean grimaced. "What the fuck, Cas. I could practically hear you laughing from the street. Didn't realize my life was that funny to you."

Cas bent down and picked the book up, placing it back on its precarious perch. He took a breath and considered how to best respond. Dean could be very sensitive about some things.

He looked up and caught Dean's eyes with his own. "I didn't read them before, there was no point at first and even less later. Reading it now--" Cas paused and placed his hand on Dean's cheek, guiding his eyes back up to meet his own.

"Dean," Cas continued, voice low. "I don't know who that character in the book is. He shares your name but he isn't you. Chuck could not conceive of you, not the real you. He lacked the imagination to understand all of your best and brightest parts. He could never see you, not truly."

"Sweet talker," Dean muttered, eyes suspiciously bright. "But you can see me, is that it?"

"Of course," Cas replied, steady and certain as a mountain. Knowing Dean, seeing Dean, was like knowing and seeing himself; intrinsic and all-encompassing.

Cas crowded up against Dean, pushing him backwards against another tottering shelf. He felt Dean's breath hitch, his pulse speeding, eyes wide again, but not in horror.

He kissed Dean, the pressure going from light and teasing to dark and promising within the space of a gasped breath. Dean opened to him and in that moment, like so many others, Cas marveled at the enormity of Dean's heart.

"Plus," Cas mumbled deep beside Dean's ear, hand going lower to brush teasingly against where Dean was hot and yearning. "He conspicuously undersells the heft of your 'throbbing member.'"

Dean yelped and pushed Cas away. "What the fuck! That was the one where I was full frontal? Seriously, Cas?"

Cas shrugged, though he would hardly use the term "full-frontal." Chuck was a sub-optimal erotica writer.

Dean pointed at Cas. "You're sleeping on the couch." He turned and stormed away.

Cas rolled his eyes. He caught up to Dean, grabbing onto and holding his hand for full effect. "No, I'm not." Cas declared.

Dean had the temerity to roll his own eyes, but he squeezed Cas' hand "Fine. You're probably not."

Cas grinned, secure in his victory. They held hands as they left the store.

"Was that monster truck actually racist?" Cas asked, unable to stop himself.

Dean glanced over, eyes narrowed. His mouth twitched. And then, there, in the middle of the sidewalk, on a clear autumn day, Dean started to laugh.

5 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#4

Maze/Maize

Corn stalks rustled in the evening breeze. The stalks' hollow scraping rattled down the long rows, snaking around the hard-beaten path and sending a shiver down Dean's spine that he could almost blame on the night's sudden chill. Almost.

The warm, golden afternoon had dimmed, the wind turning chill as the sun sank. Now, instead of high-pitched children laughing as they through the twists and turns, his only companions were the sound of his own breath, the hollow tramp of his footsteps over hard-beaten ground, and the cold, clear light of the moon.

And the corn. Always the corn.

He plowed onward, around the hard turns and past the blind corridors, shadows flickering in his periphery. He knew the maze, now. And he knew what waited at its heart.

Then, past the last turn, the land widened into a round, barren meadow, the place where all paths met. And there, in the middle, stood Castiel, long coat billowing around his legs, head tipped back and eyes fixed on the sky.

Dean came up from behind Cas to stand at his left side. Their shoulders brushed and Dean reached down to grab Cas' hand, cold fingers finding warmth, the contact always electrifying. He was Cas' and Cas was his.

"Come on, man," Dean said, eyes caught on Cas' profile, the graceful curve of his mouth. "It's time to go. They're closing up shop."

Cas lowered his eyes from the sky. His mouth curved into a smile as he caught Dean's eyes, the smile he saved only for Dean. The smile that broke Dean's heart and mended it again.

He leaned into Dean's shoulder and squeezed his hand.

"Of course, Dean," he replied, eyes glinting warm in reflected moonlight. "Let's go home."

28 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#3

Digital

Hamburgers sizzled on the grill.

They were Dean's special blend, just the right blend of ground beef varieties, with a couple secret herbs and spices massaged into the patties. All topped off with salt and pepper and seared by hot charcoal.

He had a gas grill, a gift from Cas and Sam and Jack back around Father's Day, but for a burger it had to be charcoal.

The sliding door into the house was open, and through it Dean could hear the rapid fire patter of Cas' knife. In his mind, Dean could see the graceful curve of Cas' fingers around the handle, the loose but precise way he held it as he chopped through vegetables like some chef on TV.

Dean would eat those vegetables and he would love them. Because Cas made them for him.

Dean flipped a burger, the scent of charred meat and grease spreading out through the air around him. He glanced at the spatula, the scars on his knuckles and calluses on his fingers. A history of violence, pain, and death memorialized on his skin.

All he had ever wanted was this: a home of his own, a person to love and share it with, a future to create not just to survive.

He flinched a little, the clatter of plates set down on the table behind him snapping him out of his thoughts.

Cas came up behind him, careful to step on the creaky board, to make a noise, to announce his presence, to not startle someone who had spent his life in fight or flight mode. Always so careful with Dean.

Cas hooked his chin over Dean's left shoulder. "Those smell great," he said, voice a warm rumble in Dean's ear, body warm and snug against his own.

"Should be nearly done," Dean replied. "Grab me the plate?"

"Of course," Cas said, and Dean could hear the smile in his tone.

Before Cas could step away, Dean reached over and grabbed his hand. Dean looked at him, their eyes met and held, and he raised Cas' hand to his lips. He kissed Cas' knuckles and squeezed his long, beautiful fingers.

Cas gazed at him, golden in the late afternoon light. Eyes full of fondness and love, eyes that Dean could finally see a future in.

Dean loved Cas, with all that was left of his soul.

44 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

Wicked

The day was not going to plan.

The cold, autumn rain had set in early and hard. October had hardly begun and the leaves had already been stripped off the trees by the never-ceasing rain.

It was gray. It was cold. It was damp. And the weather had lied, promising a warm, sunny day--a break, a chance to put the garden to bed for winter--but instead the rain persisted.

It was wicked, evil, an abomination. Cas wasn't sure why he'd even gotten out of bed.

Dean had left earlier, soon after breakfast, errands to run in town. He'd invited Cas along, but the thought of a day spent driving in and around town, music too loud on the radio, surrounded by crowds and hordes of people, was more than Castiel could bear.

His day was already ruined and a meaningless day of excursion would not improve it.

Dean had smiled at him, too wide and bright for such a grim day, and told him to enjoy being miserable.

Castiel would enjoy being miserable. He would be the most miserable he could possibly be. He refused to go back to bed, instead he did the dishes and started the washing machine.

If he couldn't do what he wanted, he would do what he despised instead.

Now he sat at the table, mug of tea long gone cold, as he struggled to read a book that Sam had recommended to him. The subject was compelling but the text was tedious and overwritten.

Typical.

He was so caught up in staring at the sad, scraggly remains of his vegetable garden--shriveled brown vines, dripping and sad--that he missed the sound of the truck pulling up to the house and the engine shutting off.

Dean had already put the Impala away for the winter, unwilling to risk it to ice and salt and the precariousness of country roads. Not even that one joy remained to them.

Cas absolutely did not startle when Dean draped himself over his back, chin hooking over Castiel's shoulder, nose chill against Cas's cheek.

"Hey, sweetheart. I got you something." Dean's voice a rumble that Cas felt more than heard.

Dean reached over and deposited a small plastic pot beside Cas' abandoned mug. It was an African violet, leaves tinted with yellow and a few petals knocked loose.

Castiel felt a clenching in his chest, a fist squeezing around his heart. It was easy to forget that there were things that made the pinpricks and paper cuts of disappointment and inconvenience worth it. Things like plants that needed care and someone who would bring him flowers to brighten his day.

Cas turned in his chair, angling himself to look back at Dean, to see the softness in Dean's eyes and the affection in the curve of his mouth.

"Thank you, Dean. I love it." Cas placed his hand on Dean's cheek and kissed him, soft and lush and perfect.

45 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Pillow Talk

Castiel woke in the dark before dawn.

He came awake slowly, wrapped securely in soft blankets and curled up close behind Dean's sleeping warmth. There was always a weight to Dean's slumber, one that anchored him during the difficult nights and that held him securely now.

Dean's deep, slow breaths meant comfort and safety. All was well and they could rest.

Cas had been dreaming before he woke, a dream vast and empty, lonely but not alone. The images eluded his waking mind, memory sliding away, slipping faster and faster the more he strained to recall.

The anxiety clicked higher in its place. Dreams, memories, the forgetting of what he had been, all reminding him of what he had lost and what he would never be again.

He did not regret his choices, but his grief remained with him.

Dean sighed, a low deep exhalation, and rolled over. His eyes slitted open, barely visible in the slow-gleaming light of the still-gray dawn.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart," Dean grumbled low, not even half awake. " It's early."

Dean's arm curled over Cas' waist, pulling him closer. He kissed him, warm and slow and a little sour, his eyes already drifting closed.

"All right," Cas mumbled. Love and fondness swelled in his chest, smoothing anxiety's sharp edge. "All right."

Cas closed his eyes and matched his breaths with Dean's. He drifted back to sleep as the birds outside began to sing.

57 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[natreads]

I'm in Greece! I'm visiting my grandparents and will spend the next two weeks working on my novel, reading books and doing some work while sitting in their garden or patio

[sailforvalinor]

Val Is Pretty Sure She Might Be Losing Her Mind, more at 11

[whysamwhy123]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by the wonderful dynamic duo that is @aerodaltonimperial and @perhapswhoknowsvamp and it's very fitting that those two lovely people tagged me because they're a big reason why I wrote much of anything this year! Took me a while to get this done because I wanted to get my last fic of the year out the door first. I'll put the rest below the cut, and fair warning - it's loooooong. This bitch doesn't shut up, so I rambled on. A lot.

Words and Fics

76, 222 words published on AO3 in 2023

15 fics published on AO3 (16 if you count that one kinkmeme prompt I filled and posted anonymously)

2 little tumblr ficlets

Top 3 by Kudos

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen (not super surprising, considering it was a popular pairing at the time, and it was the fic I wrote for the anniversary event)

Kids These Days And Their Darn Phones - Hookhausen

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (I continue to be incredibly surprised how well this fic did, like...huh?!)

Top 3 by Hits

Voice in the Dark - Hookhausen

Voice in the Dark, Part Two - Hookhausen (how fitting, LOL)

Half Your Age Plus Seven - OrangeHook (Seriously, what was it about this fic that drew people in? More so than any of my other OrangeHook fics? Like, I'm grateful and all but also confused, like this fic is way too long?! And weird about the age difference?!)

Author's Favourite

As much as I'm loving writing OrangeHook now, I think Voice in the Dark, Part Two is probably the best thing I've written? Even though it's also overly long and gets weird at the end (very much did not expect it to go in that direction when I started writing it), I'm actually pretty proud of how that one turned out. I had a clear vision in my head for how each scene would play out and what I wanted to get across, and man, I remember how most of the Hook/Evilhausen dialogue popped into my brain late one night when I couldn't sleep, so I spat it out into a doc and then about a month later when I actually wrote the scene, I don't think I changed a single word? I just added everything else around it, all the not-dialogue parts. And it was just a lot of fun getting to carry on that story, especially as someone who hasn't managed to crank out a proper multi-chapter fic yet. Who knows, maybe I'll return to that world someday...

Fandom Events in 2023

Uh, well, I guess I did the whole Hookhausen Anniversary thing? And...that's about it. I'm pretty disconnected from the fandom at large, whoopsie daisy 😬

Upcoming Projects

Hoo boy.

I have over 5k words of a Ricky/Christian Sugar Baby AU thing written already. I haven't posted it because it kinda needs some smut and that's still not something I can really do. I might post it someday, if I can make something work, or alternatively do what I normally do and put an annoying fade to black in there. Or maybe I'll think better of it and never post it because it's very self-indulgent and I highly doubt anyone else would really be interested or want me to continue it or anything. But I have Ideas for it...so many ideas...

Also, in my ill-fated quest to try and make myself write smut, I kinda started a Ricky/Bill championship celebration fic. Maybe I'll revisit that? Try to get it done?

And then there's that one fic I really want to work on, but have barely started. I've vague-posted about it here before - it's an incredibly fucked-up Dead Dove fic about Daniel Garcia and a Very Bad, Not-Good thing that happens to him, and the subsequent complete mental breakdown that follows. I've had the idea rattling around in my brain for the better part of a year at this point, despite not making much actual progress on it. Every time I think about it though, I have new ideas for scenes or dialogue. I'd like to make it work, but I don't know if I have the writing chops to handle it, plus it would probably end up being super long and nobody would want to read it, so it'd feel like a huge waste of time on my part? And I've had the idea for so long, it's out-dated too. But still, the urge remains...

Oh, and I still have a ton of OrangeHook ideas I'd like to make happen. Some are, of course, about their age difference. Some would (ideally) involve smut. And others... *nervous laughter* Others would likely result in an ''Everyone disliked that'' situation...

Writing Reflection

I was thinking about making a sappy post about this and whoops, here's my excuse! I don't talk a lot on here about my tragic backstory because honestly, who cares? But I will say this - before January of this year, I hadn't written a word of anything in years. Fic or otherwise. I used to love writing, but Stuff Happened and it killed all enjoyment I got out of it, and I thought that's how it would be forever. Then, for reasons I can't even remember, I started reading fic again, specifically in this wild little fandom of ours, and y'all are just so talented that it made my untalented ass want to give it another shot. So...I did.

I remember when I posted my first fic in ages back in January, I thought ''Maybe about three people will read this and no one will leave a comment or anything, but whatever, I wrote a thing and that's something I haven't done in years so that's enough for me!'' And to be honest, I still think that whenever I post stuff now? It's crazy to me that anyone actually reads my stuff and gets some kind of kick out of it. But every kudos and comment floors me and brings me so much joy, I can't even express it properly. I have to say a huge thank you to anyone who's ever read one of my fics, left kudos or dropped a comment. Whoever and wherever you are, you made my day!

And look, I ain't delusional. I know that calling myself a small fish in the fandom would be too generous. But I'm fine with that - because I'm genuinely enjoying writing again and that's what matters most to me. Even though I've also rediscovered how stressful writing can be (🙂🙂🙂) when it comes down to it, there's joy and happiness in my life that wasn't there last year and that's all because I started writing again. And because some lovely folks here decided to let me know they liked what I was throwing out there. The years have not been kind to ol' Sammy Sam-Sam and this year was no exception, but getting to forget about all that shit and write my silly little wrestling fanfiction has been a great distraction and a comfort through this whole year.

So...yeah. Thanks to everyone who's ever commented on my writing, thanks to the folks who follow me on here (I don't know how you manage that though, I'm such an annoying bitch, aren't you sick of me yet?) and thanks to anyone who I've had the chance to chat with about writing and ships and whatever silly little ideas pop into my head (any of y'all feel free to message me at any time, I am always down to blab about whatever blorbos/ideas take your fancy). I'm hoping I can keep this train a-rollin' a little more next year. Still thinking back to when I started writing again, I made my new AO3 account expecting to write Dustjim only, but then I quickly decided I couldn't write those two well enough, and since then I've bounced around a bunch of different pairings, with a few rarepairs shoved in between for good measure. God only knows where my head will be at this time next year, LOL. I'd love to finally be able to attempt some of the bigger ideas I've been cooking up for a while now. Maybe I'll even write a proper multi-chapter fic? We'll see, but this bitch can dream, at least.

Rules:

Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm pretty sure everyone I know who writes has already been tagged? So if you're reading this and you haven't, go ahead and do it! By which I mean, eat glass. Eat all the glass that you want. Accidents happen in the dark.

[arionawrites]

1. it’s my 24th birthday today, so my goal of being published by the time i’m 25 is now a one year looming monster, but i never specified what kind of published and am currently looking in various literary magazines that are recommended for writers who have yet to be published, so i’m surprisingly confident that i can make it work? and tbh even if whatever i write isn’t officially published before my 25th birthday, if i have someone in the process of being published then i’ll be happy!! no matter what though, i’m gonna try to be proud of myself for at least giving it my best shot!!

2. i honestly love that my birthday is on the ides of march because the ides of march meme shitposting is only a thing on tumblr but it also being my birthday makes it easier to like. be excited about the ides of march outside of tumblr. like even in person i can be like “it’s my birthday! i’m an ides of march babe (:” and if someone is like oh what’s that? or if they say something along the lines of oh like julius caesar? i can be like yep!! and even if it’s a small thing outside of tumblr it brings me immense enjoyment and amusement being able to bring it up off of tumblr

3. transportation situation has been very rough since june 2023 when i totalled my car, my gap insurance are being assholes and i ended up putting my foot down on the phone with them yesterday which i’m pretty proud of because i am NOT a confrontational person (something i’ve been working on this past year, so seeing some improvement with my ability to hold my ground and not be a pushover yesterday was very cool!!) i was told i’d get a response from them by friday next week no matter what, and if i don’t then friday of next week i will continue to wreak havoc upon them. but my moms car which i’ve been using since my accident broke down yesterday, hopefully it’s fixable but my parents were saying it might be done for, so trying to think of how i’m gonna get to work next week is kind of stressing me out lmao, but for now i’m just gonna focus on enjoying my birthday the best i can because i don’t want to start off being 24 with an overwhelming anxiety for something that won’t be a potential issue until monday. plus i already messaged my boss today to let her know that i’m going to do everything i can to make it work out but just so she’s in the loop and knows of the potential of me not being able to make my morning shifts (one of my coworkers said she’s more than happy to give me a ride for our afternoon shifts which does help relieve some of the stress!) and i told her i’d let her know for sure sunday so that if necessary she can have time to figure out someone to fill in for me in the mornings!

overall: life is weird and i ended being 23 yesterday with a shitty situation but a positive outlook and i am going to enjoy my first day of being 24 no matter what because honestly i fucking earned it. happy friday everyone, i hope it’s a good day for you and me both!

[maddy-ferguson]

El and Will's characters get nothing being in a relationship with Mike. Idk why milvns think El breaking up with Mike and being an independent character would be bad for her when it is like one of the best things that will happen to her character. She is so lucky.

i don't feel like arguing because i'm obviously not gonna convince you of anything but i just wanna say that even if mike was the great boyfriend people thought seasons 1 and 2 set him up to be el still should never have been with him when she was coming out of a year of isolation and twelve years of abuse in the lab. it's literally a horror story like mike being one of the people to socialize her and her main introduction to the outside world is so gross her first boyfriend taught her the concept of privacy like ewww👎👎 it's a good story though. just not in the way mlvns think. and it would be gross even if mike had gone on to sign all his letter love, mike. and mlvn breaking up being good for el isn't even about el being independent in a girlboss she's better off not having a boyfriend ever because girls being single is feminism way it's about her identity being so tied to her relationship with mike because, again, he's the first person she formed an emotional bond with when she got out of the lab where she was abused constantly, and about her growing out of that relationship and having a sense of identity outside of it. it's so insane that people call you a misogynist for suggesting that she should have had other experiences before getting a boyfriend and just go well you can grow as a person while being in a relationship as if el had a normal upbringing when six months into their relationship she didn't even know what she liked! she didn't even know she was allowed to like things!!! besides being a hater what was hopper doing bro

[onthejadedjournal]

and no matter how many times i shift i still go back to steven somehow

[boysdontcryboycry]

logs back into the stranger things fandom and suddenly everyone hates stranger things what da hell

[mainfaggot]

another shit fucking day but in the most casual way possible bc all i did was sulk study cry study sulk and finally, sulk in the shower. chai next and then bed . fuck my stupid baka life forrealsies

[ssreeder]

Hi! Thank you so much for posting the new chapter :) I can’t even put into words how much I love your work. It feels crazy because I have been following liab for over a year now and I think I’ve never been this consistent with anything in my life :D i don’t know if it’s a secret but do you have the next chapters already planned out? And do you know how many chapters this part is going to be? Thank you for you hard work!!

Hiii aww I’m so glad you liked the new chapter! & yeah wow I’ve been writing this fic for like 2 years I think, shiiiit what is time ahhh. Thanks for sticking with me so long <3

I actually have pretty much all the chapter planned out until the battle begins but my problem is I do them by events so it’s like I want this this and this to happen in a chapter but idk how long it’ll take to make that happen but I know what I want to write lol.

(& sometimes the characters don’t LISTEN & I say be nice and make this an easy talk and they’re like no fuck you author I wanna fight right now and the convo takes 1.5k instead of idk 500 words lol. )

I just posted chapter 15 & I’m going to GUESS we are about halfway done. In my mind we are halfway through the last book and that means we have roughly 15 chapter left to go then the epilogue.

I’m pretty good at estimating chapter count but horrible at word count estimation haha.

Thanks for the ask I hope you have an awesome day!!

[bearlylogic]

wooo it's been a hard year! but thank you to the ppl who have supported me so far ilu all <3

[smimon]

fr i'm having fomo rn because people keep saying hä is giving great hugs

(sending a lot of hugs to u, they are not as good as hä ones but well idek if you are in need for one, even virtual one)

💛

What do you mean fomo, guy is very much alive and one day you might get a chance for a hug from him too? 😅 but also I guess I felt something similar for the whole summer tour so yeah, fair ✌️😔

Thank you for the hugs 💛💛💛 sending some right back at ya 🫂🫂🫂

[ragazza-paradiso]

one thing that bothers me is when you tell people you’re a fan of eurovision and they just shit on it to you immediately. like if someone told you they had any hobby, like they follow F1 or they like knitting or they go climbing or they’re a big fan of jazz music or whatever else, no one would just instantly shit on it to that person knowing that they enjoy it and it brings them joy. so why do people constantly do this to me?? i’m really tired of awkwardly laughing and going haha yeah. next time i’m just going to ask them what they’re into and tell them it’s stupid too and they’re an idiot for enjoying it.

[isabelguerra]

paranatural would be so good if the characters had intended symbolism and core beliefs and things behind them that drove a specific meaning. rather than being tools for shonen anime pseudomocking

[nostalgia-tblr]

Today I wrote about 900 words \o/ But only 100 of those were in the thing I wanted to add words to :( And most of them are in the wrong chapter. :( :(

[madigoround]

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