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bombawife · 1 month
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horror may 2024
hallo this is a post the event horror may. in may you can write horror stories based on the prompts
prompt list
1 last man on earth
2 darkness
3 did you hear that?
4 happy birthday
5 make a deal with something
6 lies
7 blood
8 werewolf
9 photo
10 scream in the night
11 grave
12 kelpie
13 friday the 13th
14 evil
15 body horror
16 camp horror
17 slasher
18 you shouldn't have seen that
19 vampire
20 axe
21 urban legend
22 witch
23 he's here
24 scooby doo
25 doll
26 zombie infectee
27 black eyes
28 lost
29 horror movie
30 ghost
31 monster
rules
no incest or pedo stuf
you can write for fandom or a original story
you can as long or short as you want
tag with horrormay2024
if you are on archive of or own you can send it too horror may event
ask if you want to know something
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windblume-wishes · 8 months
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Anzu Week Is Almost Here!
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So I just found out on Twitter that there is an event for Anzu happening in October and I wanted to share it here so you all had your own chance to take part in it and spread the news that there is a chance to whip out your Anzu fics, art, and other creative works!
The event is hosted by the lovely @/anzu_week on Twitter and participants use the tag “#anzuweek2023” to share their work!
There is currently a prompt list for Anzu Week 2023 (see post link for more details)
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A master list link will be created for all participants on Tumblr! All you need to do is @ me so I can see and add you immediately to the master list!
(if it was simple tags I would get lost and I don’t want to screw up so best give me an @ so I see the ping.)
Please be sure to give @/anzu_week2023 a follow on Twitter and to reblog this post tagging other enstaries who you want to join in the fun! Let’s make this Anzu Week count!
🌸 MORE INFORMATION 🌸
anzu_week2023 says it is alright if you include Ensemble Girls characters! If you want to add them feel free to as long as Anzu is 100% present seeing as this is dedicated to Anzu-Chan! (See this post here)
From Anzu Week’s Twitter:
“Characters from ensemble girls that are associated with Anzu (Angie) are allowed to make appearances! Although, we'd like to note that it is not mandatory to include them as there were a few requests during the interest check period that concepts from EnGirls are to be ignored, due to a lack of familiarity by most players. Given their importance to Anzu, EnGirls references are allowed, but tags and notes are appreciated if included”
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colorsunimaginable · 1 year
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Buried - Crimson Peak Drabble
Characters: Thomas Sharpe x reader, Thomas Sharpe x you
Word Count: 599
Warnings: blood
A/N: This is for @the-slumberparty's Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. The word I got was 'dig'. I'd just finished the movie for like the millionth time, and this is was word vomited onto the page.
Any feedback would be welcome as I haven't really written little things like this in a really long time. Likes and reblogs are also appreciated, thank you!
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The cold bit at Thomas' cheeks as he ground the shovel into the wet, red earth. He stood in the hole he'd dug, almost sinking in like the crooked headstones of his long-dead family surrounding him. The last time he'd been in this tiny plot of land was for his father's funeral. He hadn't been allowed to attend to his mother's.
The wind howled in his ears as it whipped across the white barren hill, smothering the noise of the wet clay where it landed beside him. His heart pounded and his chest gasped for air as he dug. 
This was his first time digging a grave. Despite being married to them, he'd never thought to bury his wives here. She had always taken care of the body. Shame was never something that crossed her mind. Or regret. 
Stopping to catch his breath, his eyes were drawn to the wheel-barrel just outside the wrought-iron fence. He forced himself to look at her, to take in the familiar nightgown and robe spilling over the edge. He would not close his eyes this time. 
A small figure drew closer from Allerdale Hall. Dressed in your mustard yellow house coat, he could spot a basket and something wooden in your arms. A cross. He continued to dig while he waited for you to arrive. 
"Hello," you said, placing the basket down by the gate and pulling a gardening trowel from it. He paused to watch you dig a hole big enough for the stake end of the cross. 
"Do you think she deserves that?" Thomas asked. 
"I'm not doing this for her," you said. "This is for you."
"For me?"
"So you can bury the horrors without forgetting them. She won't disappear into the scenery, but you can start anew." When you looked up at him, you gave him a gentle smile that filled him with something other than shame. Hope.
Hope for a life different than from the one he'd known. A life only filled with love. No more secrets. No more lies and deceit. There would be no more room for this decaying house in his heart. The burden will be buried with her. 
Together the both of you dragged Lucille across the snow, her long dark hair matted with dried blood and red clay. With a handkerchief, he wiped blood from her temple, and folded her hands together over her middle. 
"Do you want to say anything?" you asked him.
"No." There was nothing he had to say. Not to her. 
Thomas grabbed the shovel and began covering Lucille. He made sure his eyes found her face every time he turned to plop another mound of dirt and clay. He wasn't only burying her and the memories and the horror, but who he was with her, who he was for her. The monster she'd encouraged him to be. 
When the monster was finally buried, you appeared at his side with a steaming metal cup of tea. 
"This isn't the Firethorn berries, is it?" he asked, warily taking the warm up. 
You shook your head and took a sip from the thermos. "Strawberry Hibiscus. I bought it at the depot, remember?"
With his eyes on you, he brought it to his lips. The red liquid was sweet, unlike the bitter Firethorn. You'd added the luxury of sugar and dried lemon. 
It was an unintentional representation of the new life you'd start together. The new man that Thomas wanted to be for you. The new man that he will be, now that the monster is dead and buried. 
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readbyred · 11 months
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👙𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓🧘🏼‍♀️
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Time to start out SLEEPOVER EVENT! This is last years summer event rebranded. If you haven’t had a chance to participate last time -here’s your shot!
Send in one emoji per ask please. You can send in as many asks as you’d like. Fandoms that apply are listed at the bottom of the post, but you can send in others as long as I know them
🌷 - give me a character and any pointers you have and I will write an x reader story (not the usual headcanons, actual story)
💋 - describe yourself and I will ship you with a fictional character (no/short explanation)
🧸 - same thing as above but platonic/parental
🐶 - ask me a question about me/my works
🎀- I will make you a short playlist for you and a fictional character of your choosing
🍧 - I’ll give you a snippet from my works
🥤- send me a character and I will make you a relationship mood board plus date ideas for you and the character
🍒 - give me a fandom plus something about yourself to get a short story on how you would do in the fandom (‘your life in XYZ’ kind of deal)
🌞 - MUTUALS ONLY. Ask me what characters you remind me of
🌺 - pick a character and I’ll give you outfits inspired by them from my Pinterest (specify gender)
🥂 - I’ll give you a random song rec, just give me some vague vibes
🎸 - give me a few key words and I’ll recommend you a book (to the best of my ability)
💫 - give me a ‘would you rather’ question and watch me struggle
🪭 - choose a character and I will give you a polish song they would listen to
🥞 - PJO/HOO ONLY. Tell me something about yourself and I’ll give you your godly parent
🦩 - MUTUALS ONLY. Cym
🌅 - tell me your name and a song you like. I’ll do a moodboard for you
🎟️ - give me three characters for ‘fuck, marry, kill’
🩰 - MUTUALS ONLY. I’ll list what colour and song I associate you with
⭐️ - MUTUALS ONLY, nerd edition. I’ll give you a dnd alignment, class and race
🐕 - give me a character you like and I’ll find you a polish song (romance adjacent)
🍉 - send me a confession and let me judge you
🩷 - I’ll give you my personal headcanons about anything and anyone
FANDOMS: BRIDGERTON, HEROES OF OLYMPUS, DEAD POETS SOCIETY, SIX OF CROWS, IT, MISS PEREGRINE’S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN, LORD OF THE FLIES*, HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, TOTAL DRAMA 2023, TANGLED THE SERIES, THE OWL HOUSE, WEDNESDAY, DEAR EVAN HANSEN, HELLUVA BOSS, LUCA, THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA, MOOMINS etc…
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gingerswagfreckles · 7 months
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After 146 days, the Writer's Strike has ended with a resounding success. Throughout constant attempts by the studios to threaten, gaslight, and otherwise divide the WGA, union members stood strong and kept fast in their demands. The result is a historic win guaranteeing not only pay increases and residual guarantees, but some of the first serious restrictions on the use of AI in a major industry.
This win is going to have a ripple effect not only throughout Hollywood but in all industries threatened by AI and wage reduction. Studio executives tried to insist that job replacement through AI is inevitable and wage increases for staff members is not financially viable. By refusing to give in for almost five long months, the writer's showed all of the US and frankly the world that that isn't true.
Organizing works. Unions work. Collective bargaining how we bring about a better future for ourselves and the next generation, and the WGA proved that today. Congratulations, Writer's Guild of America. #WGAstrong!!!
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montanabohemian · 10 months
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if i see a single one of you pissed that your faves canceled an event or a con appearance because they're striking for fair wages then imma come for you in your sleep 🔪🔪🔪
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(direct that fury where it belongs: AMPTP and the execs)
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fans4wga · 7 months
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26 September: thread by WGA member David Slack
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Twitter thread by David Slack @/slack2thefuture:
"As WGA leaders meet today to finalize our deal, we begin a new era for writers — and for labor in our industry. But we also begin to face the final and most insidious form of unionbusting propaganda: a years-long effort to sell the lie that our strike was not worth it.
Over the coming days, months, and years, the studios, streamers, and their surrogates will take every opportunity to undermine what we have won together. They will seize on the inevitable consessions and compromises made by our NegCom as proof that we “failed.”
They will urge us to overlook all that we won through hard work and unwavering solidarity. They will claim it wasn’t enough, that we should have gotten X instead of Y, that we lost more by striking than we gained in this new contract. And they will be wrong.
They will tell us that the strike was unnecessary, it was a waste of our time and our savings, that our agents or managers or lawyers could have gotten us everything we won through individual negotiations without anyone having to walk a picket line. Well… then why didn’t they?
As hard as it is to believe right now, these lies can work. They’ve worked before. During our 2017 strike authorization vote, it was shocking to discover how many members believed we lost the ‘07-08 strike, in which we went on strike for the internet — and won the internet.
This didn’t happen by accident. It was the result of years of whispering by studios and anti-union allies. And they don’t just do it because they’re bitter about losing. They push the lie that we used our power and lost because they hope to stop us from using our power to win.
Our strike was necessary because, in our individual negotiations, our employers consistently refused to acknowledge our right and reasonable demands. Because the profound changes we needed could only be won through the unique and overwhelming power of collective bargaining.
Our strike was necessary because our employers made it necessary by driving our income down 23% in 10 years. Because they refused to address free work in features, streaming coverage in comedy-variety, the abuses of mini-rooms and the threat of AI until we withheld our labor
Our strike was necessary. Our strike was effective. Our strike is a victory. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise, it’s ‘cause they never want to see us stand up for ourselves again. Don’t believe it. We won this fight. We’re the WGA, and when we fight, we win. #WGAStrong"
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sayruq · 5 days
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brotheralyosha · 1 year
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the-slumberparty · 1 year
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Welcome to the Slumber Party
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Who are we?
Allow us to introduce ourselves; @navybrat817 (Navy) and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (Roo). We are writers across fandoms.
Navy writes a range from fluff to dark fics. Her main fandoms are MCU, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters, but has also written for DC.
Roo writes dark fics. Her main fandom is the MCU, however she has also written for DC, GoT, and Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters outside of Marvel.
Why are we doing this?
We all want Tumblr to be the community we used to know as writers. We want to feel safe to share and to interact with each other. So, we have come up with a month-long sleepover to bring together the writer community!
What is the sleepover?
The sleepover will be a series of weekly activities aimed towards writers with the goal of sharing and interacting with each other. This will include prompts for writing, challenges to share other writer's works, and leaving meaningful feedback for each other.
We encourage positive feedback, comments, reblogging, and even asks to your fellow writers. Don’t be afraid to branch out beyond your usual circle. We will be providing a list of participating writers at the end of the sign-up period for this purpose.
At the same time, we will be offering tools for inspiration that we recommend you bookmark for future use as well. We will add a resources page shortly once this sleepover is active.
For those who want to get involved on a more communal level, we have a discord! Message either of us for a link to this server. We kindly ask you do not share this link with anyone else as our goal is to make sure that we all feel safe and trust each other.
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How do you join the sleepover?
To sign up for this sleepover, you may use this form.
By filling this out, you consent to your tumblr/ao3 username being included on this blog as we will be providing a list of participants to encourage interaction and sharing.
The Slumber Party will begin February 5, we ask that you sign up before February 3 and contact us regarding any interest in late sign ups.
Who can sign up?
We're all about trying new things and meeting new people. We encourage a multifandom experience. While sign up is generally open, please keep in mind that this event is dark!fic friendly and will include writers of all genres.
For readers, we still encourage you to get in on the fun. Each week will include a little bonus reblog challenge for both writers and readers. Keep an eye out and feel free to use the provided prompts to leave comments on your most loved works. You are also encouraged to have a look at all those works created throughout this event and do the same.
What to expect?
After you've signed up, you can hit follow! so that you don't miss any of our sleepover posts. We will be posting the weekly activity at the beginning of each week and sharing resources and other things throughout the week.
For those who get in on the action, please make sure to include proper tagging and warning for all works written for this event or submitted as reading recs for others. We prioritise the safety of all writers and readers.
For any works created for this event, we ask that you post these on your own blog and submit the link here/through an ask. You may also tag with roo and navy sleepover to get our attention.
Also feel free to send an ask our way!
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canisalbus · 7 months
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What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.
✦ Separation ✦
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ceruleanharley · 10 months
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so this is how hollywood dies. with barbenheimer.
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chattematsu · 8 months
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[4.0 archon quest spoilers]
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readbyred · 11 months
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Hi there! I would love to participate in your event! <333
🌅 -> Paola // Dirty Mind (30H!3)
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However, I’m polish and largely raised by my grandma so when I hear Paola all I see is
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And I’m saying this in the kindest way possible
Thank you for joining the event, I’ll answer the other asks soon too 🩷🩷
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avis-writeshq · 1 month
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hi! could i request track one with spencer reid where reader gets drunk and needy for spencer 😭 but he denies (cuz yk shes drunk) and just takes care of him please? thank you!
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off my face — spencer reid
summary: “i’m off my face in love with you.” in which reader gets drunk and spencer has to nurse her back to health. pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff warnings: rated 16+ for allusions to smut, reader gets drunk, reader wears lipstick and a dress, mentions of throwing up [not in detail], spencer being sickeningly perfect, lots of pet names, inspired by that one video of matthew. you know which one i’m talking about. a/n: i er… got carried away because i love this trope 😔 i am in fact obsessed wc: 1.23k
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It’s too loud. Granted, it’s a club; it’s supposed to be loud. Spencer cringes a little as the music somehow manages to get even louder and he sips at his coke. He has your purse in his lap and he’s also manning your drink like a guard dog; moving himself to the furthest seat in the booth that is away from the crowd. Your inevitable return is a lot sooner than he expected, and he watches with amusement as you slide into the booth and curl into his side, reaching for your drink. 
“Have fun?” Spencer asks with a soft laugh, one arm wrapping around your shoulders as he presses a kiss to the top of you head. 
“Mm,” you hum in affirmation, eagerly sipping at the sugary concoction in front of you. “Would’ve been funner with you, baby.”
He laughs louder at that, rolling his eyes teasingly and squeezing at the flesh of your waist. “You know it wouldn’t have been.”
“Bet you’d be real sexy with all that sweat dripping off you,” you coo, your voice sickeningly sweet as your fingers move to toy with the buttons of his shirt. 
Your fingers are wet with the condensation from the chilled glass of your cocktail and they brush against the sensitive skin of his collarbone. A shudder runs down his spine at the contact, and his cheeks grow hot. His hand finds your wrist and he holds it firmly, but not enough to hurt. 
“Don’t,” he says, half jokingly half seriously as he moves his head to track your gaze. “How much have you had to drink, angel?”
You ignore the question, moving your fingers upward to brush against a blooming purple mark near his collar. A pout rests on your lips as you gesture to it, a frown forming on your face. “Who gave this to you?”
He bristles, moving the flap of his collar to cover the bruise. “You did. This morning.”
“Oh yeah!” The smile returns to your face awfully fast and a giggle bubbles up from your throat. “You love me.”
“I do,” he agrees, kissing your head again. 
Your expression is all too gleeful as you move your head just at the right time so that he lips would meet yours. He pulls away after a brief moment, about to say something else, when you effectively cut him off by pressing a wet kiss to his cheek. 
“Angel– sweetheart, you’re very drunk,” he says gently, prying your needy fingers away and holding them firmly in his hand. 
“Nuh uh,” you deny, leaning forward again and kissing his neck right where you left a mark earlier that morning. 
He jolts at the contact, pulling away as pink rises to his cheeks. “We’re not doing this while you’re drunk, honey.”
You blatantly ignore him, maneuvering yourself so that you’s practically half on his lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck. He doesn’t mind the attention, per se. He just feels incredibly guilty about enjoying it when you’re loopy from all the cocktails you have had. You’re pressing kisses against his cheeks while your hands play with the collar of his shirt, tugging at the purple tie you chose earlier that day and there are lipstick stains all over his skin. He’s well aware of it; bright red with a sticky residue and he will forever not understand how you can wear it all the time. 
His tie has come undone entirely and you pull at his shirt to kiss dangerously close to his collarbone. 
“Okay–” he’s flushing scarlet and he doesn’t dare meet the eyes of anyone in the team. “Okay, baby, that’s enough. Let’s get you home.”
“Ooh,” you giggle, wiggling your eyebrows with insinuation.
“You need sleep.” He says it sternly, although you don’t seem to grasp the concept. 
“What kind of sleep?” You ask, winking. 
He shakes his head, amused and exasperated, as he rebuttons his shirt and reties his tie. “The REM kind. Come on, angel. Say good night to your friends.”
You giggle tiredly, waving goodbye to your friends. Penelope looks absolutely hammered, wiggling her eyebrows at you with an expression full of insinuation. Emily is smirking in your direction, swirling her martini around before taking a sip. JJ looks equally elated, snickering softly as she holds onto Will’s arm. 
Spencer ushers you gently into his car, leaning over the console to open the glove box on your side and brandishing a packet of micellar water wipes. He takes out two for himself before passing the rest of them to you.
“For your makeup,” he explains, wiping the lipstick marks off his cheeks. “I’ll help you with your skincare when we get home, alright?”
You’re in love. It isn’t long before he’s helping you up the stairs of his apartment and sitting you gently on the couch. Your eyes are droopy and it seems like the sugar high from your cocktails is wearing off. Spencer runs his fingers through your hair gently while he holds a glass of cold water to your lips, urging you to drink. You only do it to appease him and once he’s satisfied with your water intake, he’s reaching for the zip of your dress.
“Someone’s needy,” you coo, giggling as he pulls it down to just below your ribcage. “Gonna rough me up?”
“No.” He answers it swiftly, and had you been sober your heart would have split in two. He continues, “I’m going to put you in something more comfortable and then you’re going to sleep.”
“Boring.”
“No, it’s not– it’s not boring,” he flounders, his cheeks growing hotter at your words. He can’t believe he’s arguing with a drunk person. “It’s not boring, baby, it’s safe. Alcohol is a neuro inhibitor. There’s a reason why you can’t drink and drive and it’s because the brain’s neural activity patterns are suppressed or blocked. That’s also the reason why you can’t ask a drunk person for consent; they don’t know or understand what’s going on around them.”
You’ve half fallen asleep at his explanation, the sleeves of your dress falling down your arms and a shiver runs down your spine. “So we’re not going to be partaking in passionate steamy love making?”
“No, we’re not,” he confirms, pulling your favourite pair of cotton pyjamas over your head. It’s a pale pink set with little bows prints all over it and a lacy collar. “Lift your hips for me, angel, I need to get the shorts on you.”
You comply, kicking the dress off into some forbidden corner of the room and Spencer takes this chance to slip the matching shorts onto your legs and up your thighs. The rest of the night is smooth sailing from there– he has successfully applied your skincare in such a way that you would be singing his praises. He has also managed to get you to drink another cup of water, and even though you’re going to wake up complaining about the fact you need to pee. He’d rather you complain about that instead of some raging headache. 
Spencer climbs under the covers next to you, pulling you into his chest and kissing your shoulder. A soft snore leaves your lips and he can’t help but chuckle. Passed out, as expected. 
“Good night, angel,” he murmurs into your ear, holding you tight. “See you in the morning.”
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reblogs are always appreciated !!
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politijohn · 7 months
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LET’S GO
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