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zeltqz · 2 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃 — 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. wc: 2k. minors do not interact. mikey's friends helps you plan out a beach day and forces mikey to show up. mikey thinks he's being a pervert. but in actuality reader is doing it on purpose.

“I’m not wearing that.” Mikey deadpans at the coral print shorts Sanzu is holding up currently. It’s bad enough that Mikey is being forced to stop his work and come out to the fucking beach—now his stupid colleagues are trying to dress him up too.

“It’s cute though!” Sanzu protests.

“You wear it then.” Mikey deadpans, then looks at the big hand that’s just been placed on his shoulder.

Ran smacks the coral shorts from Sanzu’s hands and tosses it to the ground; earning a hard earned scowl from the pink haired male himself. “Put that childish shit away” Ran somehow magically pulls out a tiny speedo from what Manjiro thinks is thin air and hands it gently to Mikey, as if it’s some sacred artifact. “Here, bless the guests with this.”

“You’re both ridiculous. I’m staying in this, and that's that.”

‘This’ consisted of a simple black tank top and matching long black shorts. It was a plain fit, compared to all his friends who’d decided to come shirtless, but Mikey didn’t mind.

He liked plain.

Besides, it’s not like he had anybody to impress. It was just him and his frien—

“You’re finally here! God, we thought you’d never come.”

There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. Mikey looks up at Ran who refuses to make eye contact; instead, opting on waving you and your friends over.

The sound of footsteps gets louder and before you collide into Mikey, arms wrapping around his body as you hug him from behind. “It’s nice to see you outside finally.” You speak into the back of his shirt, oblivious to the blush creeping up on his face from the close proximity.

“Yeah…” Everything stands still for Mikey, even his lungs—refusing to take another breath until you’re at least a couple miles away from him.

Your best friend, Maki, moves past the two of you, straight into the boot of Koko’s car. She tugs the back of Rindou’s shirt, pulling him back towards her, close enough for a whisper. “Did you…bring the stuff?” She asks, looking at the booth, highly disappointed in the contents.

It’s just a blue cooler, filled with ice and water and popsicles. Nothing amazing. Rindou smiles down at her, the look on his face has her grinning also as she watches him reach into his pocket, pulling out a packet of brownies.

“Ooh!” Maki reaches out for it only for Rindou to pull back just as fast, lifting it over his head.

“You’re insane if you think they’re getting in your hands.”

“Wha-why?! I asked for them!”

Mikey drowns out the rest of their conversation and tries his hardest not to focus on the sight of you, standing unnervingly close to him, the bare skin on your arms rubbing against his own, and he suddenly regrets wearing a tank top.

“Are you excited?” You turn to face him with a smile on your face as you walk over to grab the big cooler from the boot of the car. The others have already started to make their way into the beach, leaving just you and Manjiro alone together.

Mikey can’t help but think it’s a little weird that they’ve suddenly just “disappeared” into the distance. Sanzu most definitely would’ve waited for Mikey to walk in first, but he shoved that thought aside and subtly takes the cooler from your hands, seeing as you were struggling with it.

“Thanks Mikey,” you grab onto his shoulder and squeeze it, gently, giving him your best smile.

He ignores the way his heart stutters at the action and your smile. “Yeah, no problem.” It’s astonishing just how easily he lifts the cooler the long distance from the car to the empty beach spot.

“Whys it so empty?” Sanzu complains at the lack of people, only a family in the distance, watching their kid cautiously as he picks shells from the ocean.

“Probably because it’s Sunday.” Koko responds, taking out his sunglasses. “Now, nobody talk to me. I want to tan.”

“I wanna get a tan too.” Maki slips off her shirt revealing her bikini underneath. She flops down next to Koko and pushes him to get more room on the thin blanket Koko brought.

“Okay, well, I gotta go.” Ran comments, giving you a look that Mikey cannot decipher. You nod your head and start looking through your purse, smiling when you bring out sunscreen.

“Mikey, can you help me out this on?” You blink at him, holding the blue bottle out in front of him. Mikey is about to protest, telling you to ask someone else to help you but Ran is dragging the others away to some random part of the empty beach. Mikey turns to face Koko who simply shakes his head at him, lifting a hand to tell him no.

“Well?”

Mikey makes the mistake of looking into your eyes once more, seeing the pure desperation it holds as you wiggle the bottle in front of you. “Okay, fine.”

“Thanks Mikey!” You contemplate giving him a kiss on the cheek, but realise that might be a little too far. You sit down on the sand, a hand darting out to wrap around Mikey’s wrist, pulling him down to the ground with you.

You remain staring at him the entire time he opens the bottle and squirts some sunscreen on his hands, rubbing his palms together before lifting your arm up to gentle rub the lotion into your skin.

It’s the second time today he’s made the mistake of staring at your face, how you don’t take your eyes off him the entire time. He looks down to see the sunscreen has completely dissolved, the white colour now disappearing and leaving your arm back to its original tone.

You don’t hesitate lifting your other arm up for him to do the same.

This isn’t that bad. Mikey thinks. He thought it would’ve been way worse.

Oh, how wrong he was.

You turn around, unbuttoning your t-shirt and toss it next to you, then turn around and back yourself way too close for comfort. The curve of your ass rubbing against his shorts as you peek over your shoulder and politely ask him to rub your back.

Mikey swallows.

Like actually gulps.

He eyes the skin on your back, only a thin laced strap connecting the bikini top—only that flimsy material stopping himself from seeing your body.

He doesn’t respond, instead gets to work, grabbing more sunscreen and rubbing it against his fingers.

Your back arches from the coldness of the sunscreen, but the warmth from his hands plus the scorching sun warms your back up in no time. He makes quick work, rubbing the lotion across your bare back, slipping his fingers through the strap of your bikini top to get that area too.

Once he reaches your shoulders, you tilt your head to the side slightly to give him easier access before letting out a soft sigh. “Your hands feel so good, Manjiro.”

“They do?”

“Yeah.”

Mikey doesn’t respond to that. He doesn’t know what to respond. So he stays silent. You initially frown and look over to your friend who shrugs, not knowing what to do either.

It’s so hard to win Manjiro‘s heart. You’ve been trying for almost two years and he either ignores all your advances, or is too oblivious to them.

“All done.” Mikey lifts his hands off your shoulders and you smile at him before looking around, thinking of Plan B. He watches you scramble over to the cooler a couple feet away from you, and tries to keep his eyes anywhere but your body. (Your bikini is currently sticking to your ass, leaving one cheek completely exposed).

His eyes widen once he realises it, looking up at the sky instead, or maybe the ocean looks better? But from the corner of his eye, he can see you kneel as you scour through the cooler, grabbing a popsicle.

Two popsicles, actually.

You grab a strawberry one for you, an orange one for him. You crawl your way back to where he is, eagerly handing him the sweet treat.

“Thanks…” He takes it from you but doesn’t open it. You, on the other hand, eagerly unwrap it and lay down on your back, exposing your body to the sun.

It’s probably not ideal to eat laying down. But you don’t care. You’re getting desperate at this point.

“Koko, how’s life going?” You ask, unwrapping the popsicle and taking slow licks from bottom to top. You can feel his eyes on yours—well, on your tongue, flattening it out as you take even slower licks, sucking on the top every time you reach it.

Mikey completely drowns out the conversation between you, Maki and Kokonoi. Instead, he watches with intense focus as your lips wrap around the tip, pushing the popsicle further down your throat.

No normal person eats a popsicle like this.

Right?

No one tries to literally deep throat it. Mikey is confused, but he doesn’t question it, instead tried to not focus on his cock twitching through his shorts.

Fuck, look somewhere else. It’s hard, but he finally rips his eyes away from you, instead, scanning the beach for signs of his friends.

On the far end of the beach, Ran and his brother are teaching some kid how to build a sand castle whilst Sanzu kicks it, causing the kid to cry after a couple moments.

Idiots. Mikey thinks, bringing his gaze back over to the people around him. Maki stands up and stretches, mumbling something before running over to stop Sanzu from breaking that kids heart.

Koko sighs, following after her.

Now it’s just you two.

You turn and face him, popsicle still in your mouth, before you take it out, very slowly. Slow enough for Mikey to see the leftover juice stain your lips red. You lick at your lips, trying to remove it all before you notice the melted popsicle in Mikey’s hand.

“You didn’t eat it! Now it’s melted.” You complain, pointing at the treat.

Mikey simply lifts it up, and shrugs. “Oh.”

“You can have mine, if you want.” You hold yours out to him and Mikey looks at you, wondering if this is some sick joke. You’re looking at him, dead serious, as you hand it to him.

He holds it up for a while, not breaking eye contact with you, and the popsicle starts to dribble red down his arm. “Oh, fuck.” Mikey hands you back the popsicle and is about to wipe the juice from his arm before you hold it out and stop him.

He wonders what you’re doing, eyes blowing out of his skull when he sees your tongue dart out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at his index finger, waiting a couple moments before releasing your mouth from the tip.

Neither of you say anything, or do anything.

It’s silent as Mikey takes a second to just process what the fuck.

“Okay—fuck, come here.” He wipes his hands on his shorts, grabs your hips and pushes you onto his lap. You giggle into the kiss, hands cupping his face as you moan softly into his mouth when his hands slide down from your hips down to your ass.

“Finally.” You mutter into his lips, breaking the brief makeout to sloppily kiss along the column of his throat. You can feel his Adam’s apple twitch as he swallows, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as his hands come up to your hair to grab at it.

“How long were you acting oblivious?” You mumble against his skin, sliding your hands up and down his chest before slipping them under his shirt to feel him.

“I wasn’t—fuck—acting—” He groans when you rub his cock through his shorts and bite at the skin on his neck at the same time.

“Sure you were.” You giggle, making him swallow once more because your lips tickle and vibrate against his skin.

You push him down onto the ground, successfully straddling him as you grind your hips down against his hard cock. You lean down once more, taking his lips in a heated kiss.

It’s not until a loud car honks by the car park that you break the kiss, to look up. A bunch of cars have now pulled up, now the beach will be full.

“Great.” You sigh, getting off his lap. “Maybe next time?” You brush the hair away from his face, leaning down once more to kiss at his lips before pulling away.

“Yeah, next time.”

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answermywearyquery · 11 months

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sas: rogue heroes | my fave boys (youtube link)

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stromuprisahat · 1 month

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Isn’t the status of Grisha much worse after TGT. How are the Righteous Gang claiming to be victors/heroes who made others lives better. From my pov, grisha are much worse off while the otkazatsya are in status quo. Also what was wrong with the grisha coming to LP to live. From the books, it seems that none of them had any connection to their parents/relatives. If so that can also mean that their family did not care enough to reach out to them after they left.

Or did the Darkling ban all communications.

I’m sure the Righteous Gang think that all the cons of their dumb decisions are in fact the Darklings fault. You know because he did this or he did that. They do bot think for a single moment that he was the only one doing anything for them. While the soldat sol (shouldn’t they have been doing some charity work in name of their Saint?) and all other grisha did not lift a single finger to elevate the position of grisha in Ravka through ANY means.

Ironically, the Gang's decision to abolish Grisha draft should serve to further alienate Ravkan commoners and destabilize Nikolai's reign.

"... His serfs will get a taste of money and education and start thinking about building lives and businesses of their own instead of praying for their master’s patronage. ... "

King of Scars- Chapter 11

Nikolai had abolished the practice of separating Grisha from their parents. There was no mandatory draft to pull children from their homes.

Rule of Wolves- Chapter 9

The fact they aren't able to offer protection to any Grisha in Ravka, therefore hardly to children scattered all over the country, AND there's no system of home education, therefore these children might either hurt someone by accident or suffer from wasting sickness, aside...

This should be a gigantic legal issue.

(Although there's plenty of questions regarding servitude in general.)

Pre-KoS Grisha automatically became serfs. Their families were compensated financially.

Let's say Grisha are no longer required to move to Little Palace, otherwise everything stays the same. Are there lists of Grisha serfs to keep track of them? And how do they serve? Why should a family that keeps the amount of pairs of working hands get any money? Does it mean that a family of free- albeit poor- peasants, suddenly include a child serf with obligations of their own? Do these "free-range" serfs get personal assignments? That sounds like a whole lot of extra bureaucracy.

The other option is much more disasterous. If Grisha are no longer serfs, there's no reason to pay their families. They should be recorded the same way other free Ravkans are, and these records don't seem to be particularly meticulous:

Another [Ravkan Grisha] had been hidden in a root cellar when the Grisha Examiners arrived to test her. “My mother told them I’d been killed by the fever that had swept through our village the previous spring,” the Tidemaker said. “The neighbors cut my hair and passed me off as their dead otkazat’sya son until I was old enough to leave.”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 7

A year here, a year there... who'll know if the missing Grisha moved away, died or got kidnapped? But don't worry, the worst is yet to come- otkazat'sya (serfs). Why are Grisha freed as soon as three of theirs start whispering their advices into young King's ear (One of them rumoured to be his mistress to boot!), while common Ravkans keep bending their backs under nobility's jeweled slippers!

This is a starving, war-torn country, through which a wave of pogroms swept only a few years back! The hatred won't disappear only because a dead Saint allegedly appointed three of Grisha to what exactly? Represent? Or rule in the puppet-King's stead?

Sure, Nikolai's (strange, innovatory) reforms lead to more food for the poor... BUT- serfs are still property of their owners, unlike Grisha. West was somehow forced to remain with the East- feeding them, losing money to them. Nobles lost some privilages and whoever's not a complete baffoon will figure out they're losing power. Church should be pissed, because their leader got deposed, religious cult with Crown-appointed head took over and Nikolai cut their incomes too! Anyone even slightly distrustful towards Grisha- and that means all through Ravkan social strata- has every reason to believe they are running the country, which no longer means one black boogeyman, but a Suli whore with the King-killer.

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Members of Second Army weren't discouraged from staying in touch with their families, quite contrary. To make it more... well, to make it more KoS-ish, we get some specific data from Zoya:

She’d written every week to her aunt and every week received a long, newsy letter back with drawings of chickens in the corners and tales of the interesting traders who came through Novokribirsk.

King of Scars- Chapter 25

Ivan doesn't mention his family in present time, but I'd like to imagine he used to visit his widowed, almost childless mother until she died of old age.

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The only reason all those barely adult Grisha are even theoretically allowed to be teenagers, is that they're safe enough, thanks to Aleksander's work.

He was thirteen, but he’d had a hundred names, a new one for every town, camp, and city ... He would have lived next door to a garbage gully if it meant a roof over his head, hot meals, waking up in the same room every morning without his heart hammering as he tried to remember where he was. ... Grisha living in camps and broken-down mines, hiding out in tunnels. ... No safe place. No haven. There will be, he promised in the darkness, new words written upon his heart. I will make one.

Demon in the Wood

If Grisha are faring better at the beginning of Shadow and Bone, it's his doing:

... though it was smaller than the Grand Palace, the “Little” Palace was still huge. It rose from the trees surrounding it like something carved from an enchanted forest, a cluster of dark wood walls and golden domes. As we drew closer, I saw that every inch of it was covered in intricate carvings of birds and flowers, twisting vines, and magical beasts. ... We passed door after door, until finally we reached a chamber where another uniformed maid stood waiting by an open doorway. Dimly, I registered a large room, heavy golden curtains, a fire burning in a beautifully tiled grate, but all I really cared about was the huge canopied bed. “Can I get you anything? Something to eat?” asked the woman.

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 5

While I can "excuse" some of the "heroes"- victim of otkazat'sya brainwashing institution, unloved privilaged kid with saviour complex, bigoted religious fanatics due to questionable parenting, universal punching bag... LB's new best girl's somehow coming out of it as the worst one.

Just the fact Zoya was saved by the very law she didn't mind abolishing, going from starving asset of her own mother to well-fed, respected soldier, who knows what do sable and silks look like... what a horrible life to lead! Such deterioration! If only the Darkling didn't bother trying, she'd be free to scrape along as she pleases!

Centuries worth of Aleksander's efforts are the reason Zoya gets to whine about her suicidal aunt instead of being maritally raped by some ancient creep, or outright dead after getting pregnant way too young.

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braceletofteeth · 10 months

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I'll get stronger. I'll get stronger so I can protect you.

#high&low the worst x #high&low the worst cross #high&low #amagai kohei #takajo tsukaja #suzaki ryo #miyama ryoki #yoshino hokuto #nakamoto yuta #gifset #//#the best part of this movie is when you realize you're a FOOL #and the story it's not about silly school gangs fighting in the streets after all #they tried to tell me that FROM THE VERY FIRST SCENE and I just wasn't fuvking listening #.. until That Moment™

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jojosgaylittleadventure · 11 months

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Gotta love Rohan staying on brand by being an absolute creature

#why is he like this lol #jojolands spoilers #part 9 spoilers #live jojo recations #Part 9 #Rohan #Dragona #also love Dragona being the only member of The Panic Gang™ to be like “wait a fucking second something weird is going on” and not #immediately attacking Rohan #Jojo Part 9 #jojolands #Kishibe Rohan #Rohan Kishibe

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flophawk · 2 months

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THEYRE SO BUISNESS

even more of the silly, this is my AU now no one can stop me gfjhgsfj

#fcc gang #frisk undertale #chara undertale #clover uty #undertale #undertale yellow #the Them™#i just wanted to draw clover secretary but then i had to do the rest #theyre too silly i had no choice

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schaedelreze · 2 years

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chad female protagonist in the deranged sausage fest that is GK

#ゴールデンカムイ #golden kamuy #ASIRPA #spoiler #Illustration #fanart #I love her she is so based #spoiler in tags #in the end I am just happy that Asirpa is happy :)#I didn’t feel as much as I’d wish for 314; it was good except for the skip between 313/314 just WHY #way to kill the mood. I see what he tried to do there; but god I hate timeskips so much #anyway big respect to Noda for creating this wonderful series and better not say toomuch until the volumes are released.#I love sugi but I’m part of the ‘he should have died’ gang because it would have beenmore fitting to my taste but alas #he really tried to please as many readers as possible #it’s a jump series after all ;’)#in the end it’s just a solid chapter. GK will be always one of my faves and better a family friendly mcending ™#with some nice moments than one that destroys the whole series! I really loved someaspects of it just not the execution <3

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tifysp · 3 months

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pry ms paint from my hands i dare you /lh

#undertale au #dust sans #killer sans #cross sans #horror sans #murder time trio #nightmare gang #he's not having a good time™

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itsyourstarboy · 10 months

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Hey so like that Redactedverse Apple parody logo poll thing hasn’t ended yet, but a lot of people suggested eggplant (which I didn’t even consider an option because I thought it was a VEGETABLE)

Anyway, I made the logo design. I’ll also do a logo for whichever fruit wins the poll.

#hehe #eggplant products #what do we say isntead of iphone?#icarly used pearphone #eggplantphone?#dphone #DPHONE #hang on gang i gotta call somebody on my DPhone #let me get my Eggplant DPad™#my DPod touch #im sorry everyone #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shitpost #redacted fanart

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politemagic · 1 month

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shoutout to adam for reminding me how absolutely insane i felt about these first photos of iii's new era look

#IT JUST SUITS HIM SO WELL #i mean all of their new looks match their vibes so well. but there's SOMETHING about iii's #i both absolutely adore it stylistically and have....... feelings™#gang i'm sorry i'm sharing so many of these i've just got time on my hands and apparently i make low quality sleep token memes to cope #(also. this scene in icarly was insane. i didn't even know who randy jackson was and this traumatized me lmaooo)#sleep token #sleep token memes #worshitposting #sleep token iii #em's worshitposting

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synthshenanigans · 9 months

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The bastard is back in my head. He wont leave and he's getting blood everywhere >:{

Harmonia & Cowboy Mind designs are by the lovely @socialc1imb :}

(+ a random Mind I made that I don't wanna make a full post for yet, since I might give him more stuff. So he's just stuck here for now lol)

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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you know i have this tougth that what if giorno and haruno are twins

and for all of part 5 giorno leaves whith the bucci gang without leaving and note haruno starts poking around and from what he gathers asumes giorno was lidnaped by the mafia

..........okay so

this is likely not at all in the direction you meant for it to do in but

what if. What if Haruno accidentally created Giorno with Gold Experience-

like. Haruno was experimenting with what exactly he could and couldn't do with Gold, thought "hey can I make people?" and then the next thing he knows he's looking at Him But Blonde and can't bring it in himself to turn him back into the small pile of rocks he started as

given the fact he was made by a Stand, Giorno can see Stands but doesn't have one of his own. However, he does still have a bit of ingrained loyalty to Haruno and the damage reflection :)

Haruno's bio mom and stepdad has no fucking idea where this Honestly Terrifying Identical Blonde Kid came from, but there's some freaky magic shit going on with him and the last time the stepdad tried hitting him it resulted in a black eye and the kid being untouched so they give the pair a wide berth

they honestly think Giorno's some kind of weird fae thing that attached itself to Haruno. The bio mom's aware of the existence of vampires since Dio, so she just assumes other magic things could be real and that Giorno is one of them (which...... she's not fully wrong but not quite correct either). However, on paper Giorno is Haruno's twin

Giorno is also....... Really Weird. While he definitely has the mentality of a child, there's also Some Other Stuff going on in that head of his which comes from his Weird Creation. He's also stuck in a weird in between of being VERY protective of Haruno and looking out for him vs being a little brother and looking to Haruno for guidance. This feeling is also reciprocated by Haruno, and the two honestly flip back and forth pretty often on who's the "older sibling" of the day

and ofc, things are absolutely INSANE with the Bucci Gang. He probably explains away the damage reflection as his Stand Ability, but Haruno not being there with Gold is going to get things interesting

maybe at one point after the whole Betrayal Thing Giorno all but demands they go back to Naples immediately because like hell he's leaving Haruno alone and at risk like this

#I was sitting on this ask for AGES trying to figure out how to give it My Flare™ of insanity and this hit me in the middle of the night #initial thoughts #body double #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #golden wind #golden wind spoilers #jjba part 5 #jjba giorno #giorno giovanna #gold experience #bucci gang #sb answers #anon

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