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balkanradfem · 3 months
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I've managed to curate my small misogyny-free space both online and in real life, and now I'm no longer used to misogyny, it's no longer normal to me. So when I accidentally glimpse it, I'm not desensitized to it, I'm always shocked and unbelieving.
If I notice a m*n talking about a woman like she's 'just some ***' I'm immediately aware that this is in fact a demonic creature who needs to be burned. If I see anyone using a slur against women or pretending women are at fault for any of the world's issues, the hair on my neck stands up at the unbelievable amount of hatred.
Anyone implying that women should be in any way controlled, punished, forced to do anything against their will or dedicate their lives to anyone but themselves, is preposterous and villainous to me, I'm at loss that someone could even think that way about a half of the human population who are creators and administrators of life.
I know I am in a bubble, but it feels different knowing deeply in your heart that all of this is not normal, that casual or normalized hatred against women is absolutely insane, that it's sharp and painful and dehumanizing at every turn. It's insane to realize that women just have to live like this, believing all of that is normal, that I once lived like this, wondering what was wrong with me and why I couldn't just be what everyone was expecting me to.
I think still, if I can make a small space without this hate present in it, without anyone or anything implying we should be anything but free, anything but full complete human beings with absolute control over our lives, then we can strengthen and grow these spaces, and get more women in, have more women experience what life is like when hatred is removed. There is hope for women.
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nelkcats · 11 months
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Not everything is what it seems
When Young Justice found Superboy, the heroes began to think, were there other similar places? Were there more cloned heroes? How had it all started?
So they investigated, there wasn't much to salvage from the destroyed place but they managed to trace the plans of the cloning pods to an abandoned mansion in Wisconsin. It appeared to be normal at first glance, although no one had set foot there in a while, that was until they got to the basement.
The basement was a mess, one side was destroyed as if something had exploded, on the other side were notes, capsules and DNA samples, though these were clearly useless, if the files could be trusted. It appeared to be old research, all of this was addressed at the weekly League meeting.
The worst part of it all was learning that the sample did not belong to any of them; what might have seemed like relief turned into torture when they discovered the existence of a "hero" in the past, a young hero who had acted before them all, and about whom no one knew anything. Another concern was a possible clone of said hero on the loose, though they didn't know how to address either issue.
Bruce couldn't get out of his head the image of a scared kid, out there without any support, fighting an evil version of himself. The League's priority was to find that boy immediately, and see if his clone was still active. They had to do something about it.
Most of them ignored Captain Marvel's advice to leave the matter alone, as it had been a long time and they didn't know the current circumstances.
At Amity Park, Danny felt a chill, he had a bad feeling. He decided to ignore it as he continued to scold Dan and Dani for using their powers irresponsibly, he knew the citizens of Amity wouldn't care, but the rest of the world would. Danny feared the world wasn't ready for them.
It really was hard being a single parent, although it didn't bother him, after the initial awkwardness everyone had adjusted and were quite happy.
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pixelddump · 3 months
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this game is pretty sometimes
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cringelordofchaos · 3 months
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"there's not much to say about Sunny's personality, as he is a silent protagonist-" how about no ?? We literally get to be inside that guy's head. We literally get to be him
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nappingpaperclip · 5 months
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ok I’m convinced now that if you have never ever backed up your words with actual real life political activism you need to genuinely shut the fuck up about politics and voting. “stop saying you won’t vote for genocide joe clearly guys just want to tear the voting system down without doing any actual work” maybe that’s your reality but stop projecting your weird ass liberal politics on everyone else cause you just sound like a fed trying to get ppl to confess exactly what they’ve done irl
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autisminabox · 10 months
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Sometimes I wonder why people are so quick to think autistic ppl are evil soul sucking demon aliens or whatever
Then I look at WH theories (clearly made by neurotypical teenagers) and it’s like. “OMG WALLY DARLING EVIL SATAN WORSHIPPER CONFIRMED” and the linked audio is just either obvious symptoms of autism or him panicking
Like I really find it hard to believe Clown would follow such a cliché ending to children’s mascot horror by making (mascot) be super dangerous evil evil bad guy 3000. Especially after the sheer amount of love and precision they put into all of it. I don’t think it would be satisfying if Wally was just Super Manipulator Murder & Posses Man
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dykedvonte · 2 months
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Ulysses obsession with the Courier is a special type of sad to me cause the Courier’s part was so important but so unwitting. They had no idea what was in the package they delivered and neither did he. Neither had an idea of what it could’ve done and the Courier was only caring out their job (mind you the Courier could be killed via notes in the express contract if they don’t). To them it was just another regular delivery to the divide and one that they likely thought would help, just like all the ones before.
It’s so tragic for Ulysses to hold so much ire to the Courier when it really was the case of it could’ve been anyone. Anyone could have delivered that package but they did and so he focused the blame on them and it destroys what he is trying to instill in the courier on a fundamental level.
#like yeah the courier delivered the package but in the end that’s a job#any random courier could’ve delivered it especially since we know in the past the factions were farther apart and this travel was a smidge#safer but courier six got it and this Ulysses blamed them#like I don’t care much for Ulysses because I think lonesome road embodies don’t shoot the messenger at it core#and what people focus on doesn’t focus on the fact that in the bigger picture#everything went wrong because two factions were at war and at some point the codes would have been delivered#and the divide destroyed cause with how close it is to NCR territory it would of been found#like there is an inevitable and too many people treat Ulysses as if he knows more or is more aware of the idiosyncrasies of conflict#when he’s like fundamentally flawed just at the standard of being a legion apologist STILL and just how focused he is on one persons#involvement cause yeah choices matter even the small one but I think Veronica’s quest says it best with a line from the courier#you can’t control what they do#like the courier couldn’t and can’t control what they deliver and yet it’s got them in hot water multiple times#like do you think they enjoy being shot or knowing they are indirectly responsible for activating the annihilation of a community#to me it’s hypocrisy to be willing to end the world or one world to prove a point and whatever argument made that only military factions#suffer forget there are innocent civilians suffering that had no part and Ulysses is no better than the Courier#I don’t like devils advocate and a lot of the dlc just feels like that but idk I know people love it but the depth is just not there for mr#ulysses fnv#fallout#fallout new vegas#courier six#the courier#lonesome road#the courier has very little personality outside what we give them but some lines and delivery paint a picture#like uhhhh undertale deltarune rules ig
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kyouka-supremacy · 7 months
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Tbh Dostoyevsky using vampire guards to communicate with the outside still doesn't explain how he managed while he was still in cell, because supposedly he never moved from there and thus didn't have any chance to interact with any guard (also given that if he did, Dazai would have certainly figured it out on the spot)
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phoenixcatch7 · 11 months
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So there's an actual in game reason you can't get lynel weapons anymore??
So I was looking over the monster statues, just examining the design, when I notice something I'd seen but never really twigged:
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Those are nuts and bolts. Huh. That's not natural, that's been added on. In fact, you can still see part of the original scratchy lynel horn from botw underneath, even if it has mutated a bit like all the other horned monsters.
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See, lynels, with lizalfos in a lesser way, are the only enemies in the game with the intelligence and cunning to forge weapons. A lizal can only manage one boomerang, shield or bow with varying spikes and occasionally repurpose some hylian armour (and often loot anyway), but lynels are capable of creating their own unique metals and using it to completely outfit themselves. Armour, bows, shields, spears, clubs, and swords, complete with sheaths and harnesses and decoration!
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But in totk the particularly pointy ones are missing, leaving only shields, armour, and bows. Their weapons were subject to the Decay as well, but instead of trying to use them anyway, what did they do? They broke down their own weapons and repurposed them as enhancements to their own horns! Extra defence and a new devastating attack!
But... For what reason? They could have kept using those weapons just fine, everyone else is! It probably would have been more practical to start attaching things to the end, like the goblins have all started doing (albeit with mixed results, they seem to inordinately favour mushrooms). Why would the most feared enemy in the game feel the need to put more points into defence and intimidation, even sometimes utilising the rock armour?
What would they be feeling the need to so strongly defend from, even to the point of sacrificing huge attack power over it?
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Link. It's Link.
The 5 nothing hero of hyrule, who built a whole community of speed running, styling on, brutally murdering lynels almost exclusively again and again and again. Moldugas, hinox, talus, they haven't changed a bit! They weren't at the center of every flashy slow mo clip since the first game came out!
But lynels in totk are running scared, they're building bigger horns to look scarier and armour to hide in, because once they need to get their short range weapons out its already over, or maybe link will just stop farming them for top tear weapons XD.
Tldr: unlike other monsters, which have branched out to kidnapping, riding flying monsters and rolling big spiky balls, lynels have gone entirely the other direction in order to try and scare the hero off after the last round of stylish massacres, and attached their old decayed gear to their horns.
Tldr tldr: botw link is the reason you can't get lynel weapons in totk because he scared them too much.
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buntress · 1 year
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[Low Spoons for IDs on flags]
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Pridemon
[PT: Pridemon]
A label for those who are queer in the most loud, aggressive, "problematic", fuck you way possible. For those who's queer identity is a middle finger to every conservative, bigot, right winger, t3rf, fascist, purist and any piece of shit who thinks they have a right to an opinion over our identities. A general "Fuck you" punk kind of identity. While made with queer people in mind, anyone who identifies with this term may use it! Just don't be a bigot yknow?
Inspired by the following image:
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[PT: A label for those who are queer in the most loud, aggressive, "problematic", fuck you way possible. For those who's queer identity is a middle finger to every conservative, bigot, right winger, t3rf, fascist, purist and any piece of shit who thinks they have a right to an opinion over our identities. A general "Fuck you" punk kind of identity.
While made with queer people in mind, anyone who identifies with this term may use it! Just don't be a bigot yknow?]
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Everyone is free to interact with this one, I think this term is more important than discourse.
Tagging: @radiomogai @accessmogai
Saturated flag under the cut
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uncanny-tranny · 8 months
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The two things I love most about language are simultaneously that the human need to communicate is so strong that we will invent languages, vocabularies, and new turns of phrases at the drop of a hat (freeing our thoughts from the confines of our mind), but also that language is so naturally limiting that it won't truly encapsulate your deepest, most inner thoughts and feelings (your thoughts are yours, but at what cost). Do you understand how feral this makes me feel. "Please understand me," we tell each other, and we both will be seen but also so, so misunderstood, and it isn't our faults, not really, and we continue trying, trying, trying to be understood.
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agrebel18 · 2 months
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so i was with a friend earlier and he got excited about something to the point of stimming by flapping their arms, and i complimented that because i'm insecure about some of my stims (we're both autistic) and he was curious about what i do, so i flapped my arms too because i love to but i stopped quickly because of insecurity and past ableism i've faced, and they smiled at me and ended up telling me that just because i'm used to negative reactions whenever i show my autistic traits doesn't mean i can't start accepting positive reactions, and i wanted to tear up (positively) after hearing this
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box-architecture · 2 months
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The bedroom door opened with a loud thud.
"Get up" Punz said bluntly.
The massive pile of blankets and sheets that made up the master bed didn't move. Sam couldn't find the energy. He wasn't sure he wanted to, anyway.
"Sam," Punz said, and pulled the blankets off his face in one sharp tug. Sam winced, but the room was dark, save for a few lit candles. Still, he didn't move.
"Don't make me carry you." Punz sighed. Sam gave a grumbling chirp and dragged himself to the floor, taking the majority of the blankets with him in his efforts. The open air made him shiver, and every movement sent his nerves alight with remnants of pain, not as bad as it had been a few hours before, but enough to make him whimper.
"Here," gentle hands untangled him from the sheets, save for a single one, which was draped over his figure. "Let's go to the bath. I'll draw you some warm water and get some fresh sheets. You've soaked these through, Sam."
Sam let himself be led onto warm tiles and into the tub. Punz fiddled with the knobs until the water came out warm, then papped Sam's cheek.
"I'm going to go clean up, then I'll join you, okay?" He murmured. Sam whined and leaned into the hand even as it slipped away, chasing its affection. Punz left the room, leaving Sam with only the sound of the running water.
Eventually it was deep enough for Sam to shut off. He sunk until the water was up to his nose, basking in the all consuming warmth that tended to his aching bones. Being warm was good. He liked being warm. He let his foggy mind empty of all thought, just for a moment.
"Hey."
Sam's eyes opened slightly (when had he closed them?) and spotted Punz at the edge of the tub. They stripped, tossed their clothes carelessly to the side, and waded and sat down. Wordlessly, they opened their arms.
All aches and pains were ignored in Sam's eagerness to take their offer. Punz gave the best hugs, the kind that made you feel compressed and grounded after days of floating in the air. Sam practically launched himself through the water, he swam until he collapsed on top of Punz with a small oof.
"Hi, Big Guy" Punz smiled at him, a bit teasing, but real, and Sam chirred in response. He loved it when Punz smiled at him. He loved his Punz.
Punz hummed and grabbed a bottle of shampoo to begin scrubbing at the mess that was Sam's hair. Sam didn't make it easy, he wanted to cling to Punz and bury his face in their neck, which meant they had to angle it weirdly, but for once they didn't complain, instead taking the time to be as thorough as possible. It was nice. It was incredibly nice. Punz's fingers felt good on his scalp.
When Punz was satisfied, they grabbed a cup off the shelf and filled it with water. They dumped it carefully over his head to wash the soap out, not letting a single drop spill into his face (not getting water on the face was an important technique, but Sam's foggy mind couldn't quite recall why.)
"There we go," Punz sounded satisfied. "Hairs done."
Yes it was, Sam agreed sleepily. It was all done. Now it was out of the bath time-
A soapy hand began to scrub at his pelt. No, that was wrong. Not that he didn't like the feeling of Punz's hands there but. That wasn't Punz's job. Punz didn't scrub his flank, Dream did.
He shuffled, discontented. Where was Dream? Why wasn't Dream in the tub? Dream was supposed to scrub him there and scold Sam for being dirty and never get his face wet, ever-
Sam made a low, wounded noise. Punz paused.
"Sam?"
Tears forced their way out of his eyes, falling down the slope of his nose and dripping on Punz's neck. He knew why Dream wasn't here.
Punz startled as the first sob escaped Sam's throat. It was was ugly, choked thing, mangled in an attempt to keep it inside. It was quickly followed by more, equally as hideous, but louder. He could feel their grip tighten, hear the panic in their voice as they asked what was wrong, but he couldn't, he couldn't, they'd hate him, but he was sorry.
The story came out between sobs and wails. Dream had just been trying to help, Punz had been gone and Sam was sick and everything hurt, and Sam hated it. He hated the pain, it was bad and wrong and all sorts of terrible, and Dream had tried to make it better, but Sam had been Mad and he lashed out and growled and said mean things that caused Dream to throw himself back, looking fearful and hurt. He saw, he saw the way he looked, like he had ripped his heart to pieces, even if Dream covered it up with a steely look. He told Sam to call him if he needed anything, then he left Sam alone. And when Sam stopped being so angry at the pain the devastation hit, the realization that he had ruined everything forever and ever. Dream left because Sam had been Bad and he wasn't coming back and would never let Sam box him again, and Punz would hate him and never hug him or call him a Good Boy ever again. He had ruined everything. Ruined. Awful. Destroyed. His body hurt and his head hurt and everything was going to always be bad-
Sam hadn't heard Punz calling his name, but he did feel the way they shook him, the cold water splashed lightly on his back as the facet was turned on. He yelped, scooting away from the cold and back into Punz's arms.
"Okay. There we go. You back with me?" Punz asked. They turned the tap off and wiped Sam's cheek with the pad of their thumb. He nodded mutely.
"Good." They knocked their foreheads together. They were being so gentle. "Now, first of all: I already know about the thing with Dream. He called me and asked me to come back so I could check on you."
Sam shrunk a little, but Punz refused to let him escape their arms.
"I'm not mad. You shouldn't have yelled at Dream; that was wrong. But you know that, and you're not well right now, and you can apologize once you are well. He understands why you were upset, and so do I."
Punz huffed. "If he didn't leave you over all the stuff he should have left you over, he isn't going to leave you over this. He just went out to get dinner; he'll be back tonight."
Sam tried very hard to process all of this. He was so exhausted, from the crying, and from being sick, but Punz said Dream would come back, and Punz always told him the truth, no matter how brutal. So it was okay. Things would be okay. Nothing was ruined.
He was having trouble keeping his head up.. Punz pressed their lips together. "Here, let's get out of the bath now."
He helped Sam ease his way out, toweling off and turning on the full body fan for Sam's pelt. Sam tried not to lean too heavily on them as they led him back into the bedroom. He sat patiently on the floor and watched Punz add new bedding and pillows to the mattress, and when they coaxed him up, he went without fuss, letting Punz tuck him up like a burrito. He only protested when they attempted to leave.
"Stay?" He begged, and they paused, before coming back. The mattress bounced as they sat down and scooted up next to him. They wiggled inside the burrito and pressed themselves against him.
"It's going to be okay, Sam" they said quietly. Soothing circles were being rubbed down his back. "You're still my good boy."
He gave a high pitched warble and extended all his limbs until Punz was thoroughly hugged. He was Punz's good boy.
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It was late, and Sam had been very deep asleep. A creak of the door had Sam on the edge of awareness, and when footsteps came close to the bed, Sam growled and pulled the body in his arms close. If the intruder was a Threat, it would not get his Partner.
The intruder sat on the mattress. Sam's growls increased when a hand touched the blanket burrito, but a soft, familiar laugh broke the tension, and Sam stopped growling to scent the air.
Forest. Rainwater. Dream.
Immediately he broke out into delighted chirps. Partner! Partner was here. Now he had both partners and they were safe inside the box.
"Hi, Sam" Dream said, and even if it was dark, Sam knew he was smiling. "Are you feeling better?"
Sam purred loudly. He was much better now that his partners were here.
"I'm glad. I stored some food for you to eat later, and I'm going to set a water bottle right here. Make sure to drink it."
He got off the mattress, and instantly Sam whined. Dream shouldn't leave. He should come into the blanket burrito with Punz so Sam could have them both.
"You're still sick, Sam. Punz shouldn't even be in there with you."
Sam warbled a protest. Dream sighed, and sat back down to hug the burrito.
"I'll cuddle with you after you stop being sick, I promise."
He didn't like that, but he knew that was the best he was going to get. He nuzzled Punz, which made him feel a little better.
"I love you, Sammy," Dream squeezed the burrito and got up. "And if you're awake enough to hear, I love you Punz."
Punz gave a muffled mrph.
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rainworldroompoll · 2 months
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A lil additional poll after the news
Spoilers for the new annoucment, so if u hadnt seen the news yet beware
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Im not adding them to the poll, cause they can change with release
i wonder if they release the dlc faster then the poll will end, but even if i might come back to poll through the new rooms
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katyspersonal · 4 days
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Sigh..
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Soooo yeah.. I am genuinely surprised by how hard Tumblr is trying to destroy itself. Tumblr THRIVES on random reblog chains getting progressively cursed, someone making a random post about their fandom, a lot of personal interactions, people osmos'ing unfamiliar fandoms and characters through mutuals-in-law and other stuff like this. Like.. there are 0 reasons to make it another Amino.
Not to mention how much it nurtures things that RUIN fandoms, like "fandom leaders", "cool kids" groups, fandom trends, gospel headcanons etc. So, imagine if like, a cunt that hates your ship or your headcanons on a character or anything like that 'claims' the fandom community first! So now everyone that dares to have different tastes and interpretations from them will be excluded from active discussions because many users, instead of checking fandom tag and 'wild' dashboard will hang out in community bubbles instead and not see the takes which that bitchy control freak admin dislikes! People that disagree with that community's admin will be left with no choice but to create their own space, and either 1) Tumblr will disapprove multiple spaces for the same theme 2) their community will be less active since most fans WILL naturally prefer the one that came first or 3) in general, fandoms will suck more because of large amount of "us vs them" moods.
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Nothing is worse for a fandom than giving someone power to decide who "belongs" in it and who doesn't. And there is NO way to prevent the situation where it is specifically a control freak that will exclude people with "wrong" ships or "wrong" headcanons that claims community. Like, yeah, different 'sides' of the discourse-torn fandom (so, ANY fandom lol) having to fight for audience because this audience can't be active in every community, even neutral ones that'd like to see any ships and any headcanons!
Did Tumblr staff not THINK about what this could mean? Like, do they want dens of scumbags proliferating behind the scenes? And don't even get me started on the morality of sanitising the posts into 'OnLy ReLeVanT cOnTeNt uwu' when so-called "meaningful connections" are formed EXACTLY when a blogger breaks the fandomry-posting routine to get personal or political, to show more of themselves! People don't need a new space where they can "escape" "uncomfortable" topics or news (cough cough), because they already have this space. This space is called 'their friends'! Once again, proves how corporations have NO idea now actual humans work.
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hundincreations · 4 months
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This time on what's the hyperfixation of this week!
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We have Chonny Jash!!! Fuck you @shadowsoftheinfinite /der /silly /lh Anyways here is Heart, Mind, Soul, and Whole
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