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heynhay · 7 months
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mid week klance because my queen @klanced is on the struggle so I made lawyer au
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summer-arts · 7 months
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piggy cat
speedpaint | commission info
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why-the-heck-not · 2 months
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ever think of a good job application sentence but it’s so fucking gross & hustle-culture that u refuse to be that person
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cuntlos · 2 months
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❤️‍🩹: a new f1 season means the return of photos of carlos’ big wet brown doe eyes through his helmet visor
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agaypanic · 1 month
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had my first job interview today and i almost threw up but it’s chill
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himbeaux-on-ice · 1 year
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BRUCE. YOU CANNOT TELL YOUR PLAYERS THAT THEIR SUMMER HOMEWORK IS MAKIN' PLAYOFF BABIES FOR NEXT YEAR. OH MY GOD. 💀
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Rose shouldn't be in a little boat on a lake.
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Rose absolutely shouldn't be in a little boat on a lake, I don't think she was even taught how to row a boat yet!
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Hey, I think someone should go check on her.
Sprite is by @hsrips • 1rst background img https://www.locationscout.net/russian-federation/29071-parking-for-small-fishing-boats-on-the-lake-during-sunset • 2nd background img https://fineartamerica.com/featured/little-boat-upon-the-sea-judy-via-wolff.html
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lynnbutlertron · 18 days
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^^ might be getting a job at a cute little ice cream shop on the beach in my town GRAGGHHH. i have a trial shift tomorrow i hope i dont cock it up
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avvail-whumps · 9 months
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‘guns for hire’ — heated #31
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content warnings: conditioned whumpee, injury recovery, more manipulation, dub-con kissing (again it's technically consensual), stockholm syndrome
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Leo ended up waking up when it was dark outside. He could tell since the room had darkened inexplicably, and the window still hadn’t been covered by the blinds, displaying the stars twinkling in the sky. He shifted, his eyes weepy and his mind foggy, sinking back into the comfort of the warm covers. 
He let his memories slowly come back to him. Piece by piece, reminding himself that the mercenaries were gone, and that there was no need for him to get hurt anymore. The painkiller had done its job in blocking out any of the numbing pain, leaving him pleasantly at ease with his current condition. Even though his fingers were of no use and he was wrapped in far too many bandages and plasters to count, he was at least getting better. 
That was what mattered. 
Roy came in about fifteen minutes later. 
He’d told him he could use the television, but the irony erupted like a cruel heckle when he realised that wasn’t exactly possible. Not while his fingers were in the state that they were. He instead stared at the black screen with an empty head, not exactly sure what to make of the mind numbing situation anymore. Seeing Roy seemed to make him feel a little better. He couldn’t do anything by himself, but at least the mercenary was there to help him when he needed something as simple as a drink. 
He’d brought a glass of water, another white painkiller, and a juicy looking red apple. It was split into uneven little slices, but Leo eyed it eagerly, unable to stop the little smile on his face. 
“I could hear you snoring away from downstairs,” he mused in a teasing lilt, setting the stuff down on the windowsill with a small smirk on his lips. “Comfortable?” 
Leo nodded his head. He must have been, since his blond hair was still dishelved, sticking up in various places, and small red creases had imprinted on his skin from being stuck to the pillow like glue.
“Good,” the man sighed, motioning towards the painkiller in his hand. “Open your mouth.” 
He did, and didn’t wince away when the little white pill was placed on his tongue. He held it there while Roy picked up the glass, and eased the liquid down his throat to help him swallow it. Leo gulped down a few extra mouthfuls, finding himself easily parched after waking up. He glanced up at the man once he was finished, watching his every move. Roy didn’t seem to care. 
“I didn’t mean to sleep for so long,” Leo perked up, uneasily gazing at the dark sky outside. “I can go back to my room if you want to sleep.” 
The man almost looked amused by his considerate words, a little chuckle escaping his lips. “A lack of sleep doesn’t bother me, lion. Besides, you were sleeping like the dead. I didn’t want to wake you.” 
Against his better judgement, Leo found himself blushing. He wished his fingers weren’t broken, otherwise he could mindlessly fiddle with the edges of the blanket to distract himself. He tried to swallow down those words as anything other than the man being courteous because of his extensive injuries, but he just couldn’t. There were those last little thoughts that were telling him that whatever this was, wasn’t real. That he needed to snap out of it, go back to his father, try and remind himself that Michael said people were looking for him. 
His thoughts were broken when he felt the bed dip beside him, and he met Roy’s eyes. Those concerns seemed to suddenly melt away, like they’d never existed before. As long as he was here, then he didn’t have to worry so much. 
“Where did you go?” The mercenary hummed, tilting his head slightly. “You were lost for a minute, lion.” 
He tensed up, teeth instantly gnawing on the inside of his cheek. He knew better than to keep things from him, or god forbid lie to his face, since he felt like Roy could read him like an open book. His stomach churned at the thought of getting into trouble, and he was fighting a losing battle with his rationality very quickly. He tore his eyes away, begrudingly opening his mouth. 
“I was thinking about…” His tongue suddenly felt very heavy. “...thinking about home. My father.” 
He didn’t want to look at the expression on Roy’s face. If he was angry, then he was just about willing to get down on his knees and grovel, because he couldn’t bear a second longer in that sordid basement by himself, trapped within those horrible plain walls. Leo could feel his intense stare on the side of his face, making his jaw tighten instinctively. 
“You mean the home that your father forced you out of?” He spoke, his voice softer than he’d been expecting. Leo’s eyes flickered wide open, leveling his gaze with his. The words made him react defensively without even realising. 
“He didn’t force me out,” he uttered, his voice on the verge of wobbling. “It wasn’t like that.” 
“It wasn’t?” Roy countered, his brow cocking. “I don’t know, lion. You told me the truth, didn’t you? I don’t really care that he was ‘struggling’ or however you put it. He still shut you out.” 
Leo’s brows furrowed, shaking his head. “No, I…” He scoffed. “His wife left him, he was allowed to be upset. It wasn’t his fault.” 
“And your mother left, too,” the mercenary shrugged, taking one of the smaller apple slices and popping it in his mouth. Leo didn’t watch, his eyes stubbornly pinned to the blanket spread across his lap. The words made his heart sting like it hadn’t done for a while. “Doesn’t really matter whatever the fuck he was going through.”
“He just—” Leo stopped, his eyes burning. “I don’t want to talk about this.” 
“You were thinking it, so you will,” Roy demanded sharply. “Tell me this, lion. You left because you were hurt, didn’t you? You can’t possibly not feel mad for the way he treated you.” 
Leo huffed shakily, swallowing the uneasy lump forming in his throat. “I wasn’t—” 
“Truthfully, lion,” he warned. “Answer me truthfully.” 
“Of course I was mad,” he spat, shaking his head. “I-I was upset. She left me too and I needed him, but instead he…he just shut me out. I was so upset. I was. I knew that he was grieving, but so was I. I needed my dad.” 
The man gently brushed a thumb against the corner of his eye, stopping the fresh tears that were threatening to tumble down his cheeks. He couldn’t help but lean into the touch, his mind racing. He didn’t think he had ever talked about this. He didn’t think he’d ever told anybody at work the real reason why he left, or the fact that his father didn’t want anything to do with him after his mother left. He briefly remembered one memory, with his father necking down a big bottle of whiskey, lamenting through angry tears that Leo looked just like her. 
He sucked in a sharp breath, apolgising softly under his breath. Roy let out a long, quiet sigh. 
“Hey, lion,” he murmured, forcing him to meet his eyes. “I’m not saying this to be cruel. You know that, right?��� 
Leo nodded his head sharply. “I know. I know, I’m just…”
His words died off, and the man swiftly decided to take the reins, keeping the sparking embers of the painful conversation going. 
“Putting it into perspective stings a little, doesn’t it?” He hummed, his lip curving up into a subtle smirk. He imagined his fathers face, what he was doing right now, drinking to the ends of the bottle, his collection of string instruments gathering dust in his office. “Doesn’t matter if he was grieving. He should have been there for his son. Do you really want to go back to that again, lion? After what he did to you?” 
He forced his eyes shut. His nose wrinkled in discontent, fighting the probing questions that were only making his head a complete mess. He didn’t know what to think anymore, that sickening pain from the past throbbing deep in his chest again, almost making it difficult to breathe. 
“I should,” he whispered, his shoulders sagging. Because he should. But he wasn’t so sure anymore. 
“Poor little lion,” Roy drawled, shifting closer so his eyes fluttered open. Leo gazed at him with watery eyes, his bottom lip curving into a deep frown. “You just wanted some love, didn’t you?” 
Leo did. He’d lost his mother that day, lay awake at night wondering if it had been his fault, but in the process, he’d lost his father too. He’d always dreamed he’d be like him someday, taking on all of his wise wisdom and knowledge, but that had been subsequently shattered after his father stopped teaching him. After his childhood passion was lost at the bottom of a glass. 
He jerkily nodded his head. “Yes.” 
The man’s eyes turned coy, that smile of his making Leo’s stomach flip, like it had a mind of its own. It made his cheeks flush, wondering if he just didn’t have enough water earlier. He made a soft, pitiful little cooing noise, and Leo’s cells sang with an itching thrill at the prospect of what he was prolonging. He swallowed, his throat bobbing. A part of him was displeased at how unbothered Roy was about this all. 
“You still need it now, don’t you?” He purred. “There’s no need to be shy.”
There wasn’t really. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t indulged each other once before. Leo knew he was getting into something really dangerous here, but there was something completely sucking him in, completely warping his thoughts, and it was scary how much he was willing to give up the last part of himself to Roy. 
The man chuckled softly under his breath, as if he could sense the chaos ensuing in his mind. He still gently cupped the side of his jaw, leaning in to kiss him once again. This time, Leo felt the fire ignite in his core, his heart thrumming in his chest in a way it hadn’t before, like it was singing. The man’s thumb gently found its way to his bottom lip, tugging it down slightly to deepen it. Leo’s soft whine was muffled against his mouth, gasping against his teeth and reaching up to grab his shirt. Roy came to stop him, barely breaking the kiss apart to speak. 
“Watch your fingers,” he warned in a low voice that had him shivering, flinching in surprise when his lips found his again. He could feel him shifting closer to him, Leo’s back pressing into the mattress once more as the mercenary’s hand braced beside his head, an intense fire igniting in the air. His arms came up and over Roy’s shoulders, bottom of his palms digging into his shoulder blades in an attempt to steady himself from under him. 
Leo could barely hear anything over the bass of his own heart, his blood running like magma through his head, and the wet smacking of their lips. The sweet taste of apple on Roy’s tongue, sizzling into his own taste buds and making his eyes water. Everything was buzzing and when he felt a hand creeping under his shirt, hot and heavy against his skin, Leo simply arched into the touch, his moans breathless and swallowed by his lips. 
The mercenary peeled away, much to Leo’s disappointment, saliva glistening on their lips. He littered soft little kisses against his cheek, and then down to his neck, hand gently easing his head aside to expose the flesh there, covered in goosebumps. Leo couldn’t find the strength in his voice, struggling to even untwist his tongue. 
“Wait, wait, I—” He was cut off by a sharp, pained hiss on his tongue, the man having pressed a little too hard on the bruises there with his tongue. He lifted his head, and the hand retracted from under his shirt, giving Leo a chance to catch his breath. Roy hummed, his brow raised, before a smug grin broke out across his face. 
“Best if we wait until you’ve recovered, huh?” He murmured under his breath, admiring the flushed heat on Leo’s face. He could only manage a jerky nod, finding himself eager to pop open one of the windows and feel some fresh air to cool him down.
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poyopaan · 3 months
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i did some applications today and gotta say? kill me
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user-name-h3re · 2 months
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I hope they show David or any of the characters video calling Gwen or any thing that shows they're still in touch.
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stormyoceans · 8 days
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If we get bounprem but no new gl in part 2 I'm setting fire to gmmtv
UNIRONICALLY THE TWO OF US IF GMMTV IS GONNA GIVE ALL THESE MEN A NEW SERIES BUT NOTHING TO THE WOMEN
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and like love and light to all but at this point im not gonna settle for just one GL either. viewjune should already have had a series as mains announced in part 1 and with all the women they’re keeping in the basement they might as well give us another GL with literally any pairing. give me nonnielookjun again!!!!!! give me godjigolf!!!!!! give me sizzy in any combination!!!!!! give me jamiepiploy as a treat to me specifically!!!!!! give me tu in her girls kisser era!!!!!! give me surprise fah come back in a GL!!!!!!
GIVE!!!!!!!!!! ME!!!!!!!!!! WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!
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elegyofthemoon · 2 months
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I'm getting the feeling that I'll be seeing a lot of Zionists' comments on my posts unfortunately, but I'll inform everyone about them if you want to block and move on
This was off my strike posts earlier
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If you missed the last one I had posted
Let's not forget that Israel refused HAMAS's deal to release hostages, by the way.
And just the other day, I found out that Israel's always had a plan for ethnic cleansing and recommend everyone to look into what's known as Plan Dalet created back in 1948.
Peace was never in Israel's plans -- genocide was.
Reminder: Bisan has called for marches for Ceasefire between today to the 20th, and there is an ongoing strike that started today extending to the 25th.
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ocpdzim · 1 year
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what you’ve got to understand about working conditions in education (and also other care-oriented careers) is that if they’re shit, two things are true at once:
that does not ever excuse being cruel to a kid, no matter what
until those conditions are fixed, education will continue to suck absolute shit
this is because when working conditions for teachers are really bad, many of the good teachers who recognize when they are reaching a point where they can no longer be the sort of teacher the kids deserve due to burnout WILL quit. they will do the responsible thing and go away for their own sake and the sake of the kids. and you end up stuck w a combination of new teachers who are trying their best but won’t last long, burnt out teachers who are trying their best but have nothing left to give and therefore aren’t very effective at actually teaching, and cockroach shitheads who take out their misery on the kids.
we have all had terrible experiences with bad teachers, many of them flat out traumatic, but for fuck’s sake please try to look at the systemic underpinnings of the problem for one minute. spitefully declaring that teachers don’t deserve good working conditions or even the right to complain about bad working conditions because ms. whoever in 5th grade was a bitch is only going to create more of her. if you want good teachers then we need an education system they can survive in
#i get so irritated w the post where like.#95% of it is a good post and then at the end op is like WAAAHHH teachers are complaining about burnout on my post about a bad teacher#like yeah no shit. if the field of education wasnt so hostile to everyone who works in it maybe they could have found a better teacher to#replace that motherfucker with. and then she would not be there to bother the kids any more.#as someone who Has had traumatic experiences w bad teachers.#its scary enough walking into a field i know is pretty much built to chew new teachers up and spit us out#hoping to be able to survive it long enough to do some good and be the kind of teacher i needed as a kid#without people acting as though it is some sort of crime for teachers to want. like. basic human dignity at work and enough money to survive#even people who are nominally pro-workers rights#you guys have no fucking idea how bad the situation is in schools right now#the reason bad teachers didnt get fired perhaps USED to be tenure#but nowadays its the fact that its rare for a school to be fully staffed *at all* bc so many teachers quit or died#so they'll hire and keep absolutely fucking anyone simply because the alternative is No Teacher. and an empty classroom#full of kids who wont learn anything except that the system doesnt even care about them enough to put a teacher in the room.#i have gotten job offers ON SIGHT from principals who know nothing about me and im literally not even legally qualified to teach yet#like before even telling them my name lmao#and im sure everyone else in town who expresses any interest in teaching whatsoever gets the same.
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presiding · 7 months
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What is your favourite thing about Billie Lurk?
(Answers are obvious possibly but i love when people talk about her👍)
thanks for the ask!! YEAH ME TOO I love when people talk about Billie! I can't say I have a favourite thing specifically, but I can explain why she's my fav. apologies for not taking this qn literally, but -
short answer: she’s really cool
& you can stop reading there, or, for the maybe 2 mutuals who might have time to read this my thoughts on her as a character, her meta, and her character as raw potential...
long answer:
i considered making this entire thing a gush so you could read a gush about Billie. but, part of what draws me to her is that she’s not always well written, and in fandom she’s underrated for a literal protagonist.
since you ask...
billie is a cool character
when I played Dh2 (hadn't played Dh1), I was excited to see a black woman with disabilities who was captaining a massive ship by herself. wow.
then I discovered Billie’s backstory with Deirdre, the way she responded to that, then having to survive while living on the run, and her bisexuality. as well as her history with daud & delilah. fascinating!
she’s an outsider who has so much to lose, and knows what it's like to lose everything - having lost everything not once but three times - but nevertheless speaks truth to power. she's so brave! she went and helped Emily & Corvo and she must have known they might kill her! plus, she’s smart, she’s funny, she gets shit done, she’s gorgeous.
but... the meta
mild critique of fandom & arkane incoming.
skip this bit if you want - you've been warned twice now - jump to tired Hayao Miyazaki and read from there if you'd like my thoughts on writing her.
i thought Death of the Outsider was going to be amazing and then... well. *sad trombone* i've written about that before so i won't keep banging on. i figured others must be disappointed too, so I joined a few fandom spaces in hopes of finding camaraderie.
most people with complaints about DotO didn’t like how the Outsider and Daud were handled. which is valid & I agree. but it seemed like most paid no attention to Billie; when people talk about her it’s with respect to Daud, as opposed to in her own right. you could argue for fandom misogyny because people don’t talk about adult Emily Kaldwin that much either, but in Billie's case, it’s misogynoir (compare & contrast with the popularity of thomas, particularly the popularity of thomas portrayed as a white man for no particular reason that i've been able to discern - i keep asking around, is it in the books???).
i think this is a LOT better now than it used to be, which is fantastic. or perhaps i have found the correct echo-chamber? ha.
ultimately, The Fandom is a fraction of the entire picture, and not even the important bit since The Fandom is not who these games are made for. you can't make money relying on only your hardcore fans even if all of them spent a fortune on merch, this is true for any AAA game.
while it's true that Billie is underrated from a fandom perspective - but Billie as an underwritten protagonist is squarely Arkane’s fault.
it was reasonable when she was a side character - the lack of info in Dh2 makes perfect sense (if anything there was more lore in Dh2 which is kind of wild)-
- but as a protagonist in Death of the Outsider?
.... there’s lousy writing, and there’s whatever is going on with Billie Lurk, a black woman who mostly exists as a foil or saviour for light-skinned characters. In her own game there’s barely any of her own lore except where it's relevant to saving two dudes.
lore hints at, but barely touches on what race means in the Dh universe (xenophobia is stronger in Dh1; separate essay i guess), but Arkane has patted themselves on the back for portraying non-white characters, which feels like the same thing as the aesthetic of diversity we're seeing in advertising currently because it’s in marketing trend guides. it's self-congratulatory and it's a missed opportunity for deeper storytelling.
you can see an example of diversity at its most shallow in the way that Billie’s written: there’s little engagement with her as an entire person with history & wants & preferences, and the world she walks through in that game feels like it has nothing to do with her. you could make a case for alienation as a theme, but then, how do you handle the titular premise of 'Dishonored' without ever letting Billie make changes in an environment without a chaos system? it's disappointing from that angle too.
in my opinion, whatever it's worth, it was an accident Arkane created such an awesome character - they needed someone to betray daud. congrats billie.
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all this said, it makes her an underdog as far as characters to enjoy & create art & stories for. it's nice to find so many like-minded, switched on people! <3
billie's character potential
she’s got a wealth of unexplored lore, being deeply intertwined with both Karnaca & Dunwall’s fates & criminal underbellies, as well as her connections to the witches & whalers, and three Empresses.
she’s lived a few distinct lifetimes and in the games we get to meet her at two peaks (KoD & DotO) & a low (Dh2 as Meagan).
her voice is very distinct, her dry & often dark humour is entertaining & fun to write. her perspective is really interesting - she’s had the widest variety of void-powers of anyone canonically, and she’s also lived through the highest highs and lowest lows.
she's got everything going for her :) i couldn't really pick a fav thing!
#i assume my followers are cool enough to let me give a brief measured critique on fandom trends and DotO#thanks for the anon question!! what fun!#i love billie lurk <333#jumped on the opportunity to rant n rave#what part of billie isn't my fav! (im a guy who likes the bad stuff too. mmm interesting meta)#trying to be not unfair or mean- i'm not targeting anyone but rather trends. and it's ok to be disappointed with something you love#fuck it. make it part of the appeal! her writing sucks! plenty of room for me & other creators!#its easier for me to indulge my billie brainworms when it sorta feels like she's not getting as much love as she deserves#you know? i want stories where her history is explored and her agency is important so i guess i'll roll up my sleeves#tumblr is a terrible place for this sort of critique IMO- lots of nuanceless empathy-free guilt-trip-ish rhetoric#so i hope i avoided that. but not so much that i seem forgiving.#that said i'm not tagging this one with fandom tags! no thank you.#i am blaming arkane yes. but that is also not without games industry context#i could complain about amateurish writing but that also never happens in a vacuum. industry problem(s) for sure.#people love to blame writers for things#and yeah a couple really fucking good writers can push a boulder uphill#but its usually a company problem#hire lots of diverse people in your company. give them authority and respect and reasonable workloads. and no crunch.#ah fuck this is a separate essay in tags. again#THIS WAS A SIMPLE QUESTION#*clutches head in hands*#uh if you're still reading at this point im SO sorry and thank you and i love you
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philippagordon · 4 months
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hello everyone, I hope you're all doing great! just passing by to say i'm officially going to be a librarian :) follow your dreams kids
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