#( ma ; interaction. )

[pro-sipper]

"- 'proshippers' or whatever the fuck you people are calling yourselves now -"

It's. It's still just "proshippers". It's you guys (antis) and the fence-straddlers trying to have their cake and eat it too that keep creating random new phrases to "other" and distance themselves from us. We're here, unchanging, same as ever, in our corner with our silly little stories. We aren't the ones interested in coming up with 500 new labels for people who know that fiction isn't reality.

[itsmiguel2099]

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Y̷O̷U̵ ̸M̸A̸D̸E̷ ̸M̷E̵ ̴F̷O̴R̷G̸E̵T̴!̶!̷

[mamawasatesttube]

bruce characterization is so hard because he really has been written all over the place. generally i try to think of him as a man who really does mean well, but whose drive for justice and unprocessed traumas can blind him to his shortcomings and lead to him inadvertently hurting his children. i also think that comics are a medium that doesn't usually lend itself well to character growth, because they to maintain a certain status quo to keep telling stories from, and so the bruce in my mind would honestly develop and learn from his mistakes a lot better than canon bruce actually does, because for someone who espouses the values he does, it makes no sense for him to completely stagnate, right. he's a puzzle you can put together in a lot of different ways and it's fascinating but also can be such a pain because of all the different books writing him in so many different ways, but characterizing him solely as an asshole is just boring and reductive imo...

...but all of that said i still think if martha kent ever found out how he talked to kon in sb94 #85 or in those issues of batgirl '00, she should be allowed to beat his ass with a pitchfork. yknow?

[thetomorrowshow]

The love crystal.

It wasn’t meant to make Ren fall in love with him. It was only ever meant to be a—a promise, sure, a commitment, so that Ren would know that he could trust him over anyone else. So that he would know that Martyn—

He doesn’t end up giving it to him.

Martyn dies thinking of Ren (he died with Ren’s name on his lips, once, long ago—) as the End crystal lights up pink in his eyes.

~

my piece for @treebarkzine! go check it out and support all the wonderful artists and writers that I had the privilege to work with :) the full fic is under the cut!

~

Scar turns Red not long after Martyn places his order, so he assumes it’s all gone to naught and he won’t be getting what he wants out of this.

But Scar holds true to his word, and it’s delivered to him later that week.

The love crystal.

He’d ordered it on a whim—not that he wanted to make someone fall in love with him, not really. It was just—well, if it happened to come up, then he could—and if that person happened to be Ren, then—

It wasn’t meant to make Ren fall in love with him. It was only ever meant to be a—a promise, sure, a commitment, so that Ren would know that he could trust him over anyone else. So that he would know that Martyn—

He doesn’t end up giving it to him. He really does want to, but every time he finds himself alone with Ren his palms get all sweaty and his heart starts hammering a little too quickly and he decides that he’ll wait until the moment is right.

But it comes down to the final four of them, and the moment isn’t right.

Martyn dies thinking of Ren (he died with Ren’s name on his lips, once, long ago—) as the End crystal lights up pink in his eyes.

—

“What’s that?”

Martyn looks up, his skin buzzing uncomfortably at the presence of his soulmate. Cleo stands there, tapping their foot.

She looks . . . good, he supposes. Healthy. She and Scott have taken up residence on one side of the ravine, and the other side had already been claimed by Timmy and Tango, so Martyn had built his bleeding heart midair, as close to Cleo as he dared.

“Nothing much,” Martyn says, returning to his delicate work. Cleo huffs, plops down next to him.

He’s out on the trail that leads to Impulse and Bdubs, but he’d stopped about midway down, wanting to take care of this before night fell. 

“How’d you get a pink crystal? Scar selling them again?”

That’s what’s between his fingers, after all.

It wasn’t supposed to come with him. The things that come with you between worlds are always integral to who you are—Grian’s sweater, Bdubs’s clock, Ren’s sunglasses. Nothing should have come with him that doesn’t usually, and Martyn’s well accustomed to his normal spawn.

The first time he’d stuck his hands in his pockets since being here, his fingers had brushed against something smooth.

Great. Somehow, the love crystal came with him. At first, it had filled him with breathtaking hope—because maybe, if it came with him, maybe he and Ren—

But—

Ren and BigB.

Martyn and. . . .

“Nah. It came with me,” he admits, and Cleo makes a surprised noise.

“Came with you? One of Scar’s pieces of glass? What is it?”

Martyn doesn’t answer at first. Both because it’s totally embarrassing to admit that it’s a love crystal that had never worked out, and because he’s just about carved the tiny hole through it that makes this such a careful operation and he needs to focus so that he doesn’t accidentally shatter the stupid thing.

“Er, loyalty crystal,” he eventually says, tongue between his teeth. The needle held between sweaty fingers breaks through to the other side of the crystal, and he lets out a breath that’s been building up in his chest.

Cleo actually throws her head back and laughs. “Loyalty crystal?” they disparage. “No way.”

The lie had slipped out almost without him noticing it, so he shrugs. Better than the truth. “I’m loyal!” he protests.

“Yeah. Right.”

He points the needle at her accusingly. “You’re the one who chose Scott while I was out trying to find my soulmate. I tried to make amends—it’s not my fault that we’re both terrible people.”

Cleo doesn’t argue with that, doesn’t bring up everything that was his fault.

He isn’t loyal, not at all, but they accept his word at face value and drop the subject.

When he attacks Scott, right at the end, she doesn’t look at him. She looks at the crystal strung round his neck, and her face twists in anger.

—

“Loyalty crystal,” Martyn says casually, when Scott frowns at it in confusion.

He usually keeps the thing under his shirt, ashamed that it’s somehow still coming with him, but he’d been knocked into the water by a pufferfish on his way over the bridge to talk to Scott and he hadn’t fancied standing here dripping all over the place, so he’d stripped off his shirt to wring it out.

He’s here to beg his way into an alliance with Scott, and he isn’t opposed to doing everything he can to show how valuable of a partner he’d be. C’mon, who wouldn’t want to team up with the guy so loyal that he has a permanent part of his identity proclaiming it?

Scott raises an eyebrow. “Really? But you and Cleo—”

“Hey, I was always loyal to them,” Martyn says, holding up his hands. “They weren’t always loyal to me. Besides, I’ve been carrying this old thing around since Last Life, so it’s got to mean something.”

He’d spawned with it again, hanging on a piece of fishing wire around his neck, its light weight immediately noticeable. He’d frantically tucked it under his shirt, then glanced around the circle to make sure Ren hadn’t seen it.

But Ren . . . wasn’t there.

That had stopped his heart from beating, had made the crystal’s weight on his chest just that much heavier.

Ren?

If Ren wasn’t even here, then—

Why was the crystal here?

Martyn had assumed that it stuck around because he hadn’t given it to Ren. But then Ren had seemed so happy with BigB—and even once Martyn knew it wasn’t true, Ren said a ton of stuff about needing some time to be lonely and a loser so he’d kind of taken that as a rejection before he’d even tried and he hadn’t offered him the crystal.

But it stayed, even though Ren isn’t here, and now Martyn just has to live with a glaring reminder of his cowardice (and a too-sharp reminder of Ren, Ren who’s missing and so very missed) all game.

“I guess,” Scott says, and Martyn doesn’t quite believe he’s getting away with it until Scott starts talking about possible team names.

That’s his reputation, he supposes. Loyal.

—

“I actually have this pretty thing,” Martyn says, dangling the love crystal between his fingers. “Loyalty crystal. It’s stuck with me since Last Life, you know. Regular old proof that I’m the best person to team with.”

If anyone’s going to see through the lie, it’ll be Timmy.

Timmy, who was there in the Property Police when Martyn tried to abandon him time and time again for something new; Timmy, whom he declared war against and gloated over being dead; Timmy, who he lied to and manipulated to get his life back; Timmy, who he’s turned on again and again and who has watched him betray everyone around him.

Maybe he wants Timmy to argue. Maybe he wants him to realize just how wrong that statement is, force him to give up the truth. It’s become such a weight on him, so long of everyone actually believing his worst lie yet.

But he doesn’t call Martyn out.

Timmy just smiles. “Oh, yeah! Because you’re super loyal. That’s sick, dude.”

Martyn’s brain feels like it short-circuits.

“Just like a dog! This is perfect!” That doesn’t make sense. That doesn’t make sense, not when Mumbo eyes him distrustfully, when Cleo growls at him at every turn, when Scott won’t even look at him.

“Right,” mumbles Martyn, and he and Timmy get to work on their base.

It’s been like that. It’s been like that this whole time—by now, everyone has seen the crystal, has asked about it, and Martyn’s fed them the same lie and they’ve all believed it.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can go on like this. His very chest aches, the crystal seeming so much heavier than it could possibly be.

He isn’t loyal.

Why do they keep believing him?

—

The lake where the Heart Foundation has set up is the coolest place on the server, in terms of temperature. Martyn visits the stony beach with less and less frequency as the days pass, but the first night of the sixth week finds him there, idly tossing stones into the water.

It also finds Tango there, coming up behind him, the beach clacking noisily under his feet.

“How’s the loyalty crystal?” Tango asks, almost knowingly, and Martyn’s knuckles whiten around the stone clutched in his fist.

“Fine,” he says shortly.

“Mhm. You still have it, after last time?”

Martyn doesn’t bother to respond. Tango knows he has it—it’s visibly hanging over his undershirt, his green t-shirt stripped off and left on the grass with his backpack.

“Impulse told me you just murdered Scott, even though you’d been together all game. And Cleo, before that? And come on, dude. I heard all about the Southlands.”

Martyn chucks the stone, harder than intended. It splashes into the water with a loud smacking sound, creating almost a small fountain.

“I’m trying to say—”

“Well, you should stop trying to say it.”

They’re all learning, one by one, how disloyal Martyn is, made worse by how thoroughly they all believed his loyalty schtick.

It isn’t—it isn’t that he wants to betray them, not necessarily. He cares about all of them, but . . . not enough. It’s never enough to keep him, to pin him down, and Jimmy doesn’t deserve how angry he is at himself over this which is why he came down to the lake tonight, determined to not take it out on him, and there wasn’t supposed to be anyone else to interrupt his self-hatred.

“Just . . . just go away.” Martyn bites the inside of his cheek to keep any hint of a yell out of his tone, willing himself to be at least somewhat civil with Tango.

It isn’t Tango’s fault that the next words send him tipping over the edge.

It’s just Tango’s bad luck that he accidentally presses all the wrong buttons in the right order.

Tango huffs out a laugh. “Pushing me away, huh? Just like—”

He probably isn’t going to say Ren’s name, but it’s what Martyn hears, every other name stacked precariously atop it. “I get it, yeah?” Martyn cuts him off, picking up another stone and hurling it, not caring to watch where it lands. “I’m not loyal, I’ve never been loyal—can you believe that so many people have bought that? But this stupid crystal won’t leave—”

“Whoa, man—”

He tears the crystal off his throat, winds back to throw it—

A hand grabs his wrist, holding his arm in place. Martyn strains against Tango for a moment, before letting his arm go limp, the sudden energy draining from his system. It flees faster than he could imagine, leaving him exhausted and feeling oddly like he’s about to cry.

It’s stupid. He’s a grown man.

The crystal clenched in the palm of his hand is cool, smooth, fragile. He could crush it like that, just tighten his grip a little bit and watch it crack, let the pieces dig into his skin.

He doesn’t do it. He just holds it, carefully, like he knows if he drops it that his heart will shatter with it.

“Dude, I was just teasing,” Tango says, loosening his hold. “If it’s carried with you, it means something, right?”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t,” Martyn says, slumping down to sit on the shore, rocks digging into his backside. “It doesn’t mean anything. Not anymore. It’s—it isn’t a loyalty crystal.”

Tango doesn’t ask what it is, even though Martyn’s left him open for it. He doesn’t ask.

He’s been hiding it for so long, he almost wants someone to ask. He wants to share this heart-wrenching secret that he’s carried with him for so many games.

He doesn’t want to be alone anymore.

“It’s not a loyalty crystal,” Martyn says again.

“How do you know?”

Martyn snorts. “Come on, you said it yourself. I haven’t got a shred of loyalty, not for anyone.”

Tango hums. “I think you do.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m sure everyone’s figured that out—the Southlanders, Cleo, Scott—”

“What about Ren?”

Martyn chokes on whatever it was he was about to say. “I—what?”

Tango sits down beside him, shifting on the stones. “The first time, it was Ren through-and-through, right? And didn’t you give him a life in the one after that? And then you and him were always hanging out, even though you weren’t soulmates. Like, you’re totally loyal, dude! But only to one guy.”

Which is—

Which is hitting way too close to the mark for Martyn to be comfortable.

Because it isn’t a loyalty crystal, is it? It isn’t a loyalty crystal.

It’s a love crystal. It’s a love crystal that he bought with the intent to give it to Ren, and apparently his stupid love for the man is just so damn essential to who he is that it stayed with him.

There were so many nights, back in the early days of Renchanting, when Martyn would take off without a word about where he was going, packing up everything he owned in case he didn’t come back.

He always did, even if an entire day passed, even if someone offered him a bed, even if he was getting along with whoever he encountered. He always returned to Ren—and there was something about seeing the man’s eyes light up, pale and blue like the winter sky, just at seeing him.

His heart had come to skip a beat at Ren’s call, and before he knew it, he couldn’t leave his side. He never spoke a word of it to Ren—he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable—but he never left him. Even when they died, they were side-by-side.

Then, after that, when Ren held him and sobbed into his shirt after Martyn rescued him from the fire in his tower. Martyn’s skin had burned at the contact, and he’d trailed his fingers through Ren’s tangled hair and promised not to leave him.

And after that, when he and Ren encountered each other in the forest again and again, Ren’s gaze so bright and hopeful that they might be allies again that Martyn had gone along willingly, his entire soul aching at how close they were without anything tying them together but the pink crystal on the fishing wire under his shirt.

He—

He loves him. He loves Ren, and he has for forever, now.

One might argue that love is something like loyalty, or that loyalty is something like love. Whatever it is, it’s true. At the core of Martyn’s love is loyalty, at the core of his loyalty is love. Burning, aching, love.

He’s never been a loyal person. Not to anyone, ever.

Ren is different.

Martyn looks up after a moment to find Tango looking at him, a bit of a grin playing on his lips. There’s something up with his eyes—they look almost blue in the darkness, in what must be a reflection of the water’s surface or the grey beach or—or something.

“Okay,” Martyn huffs. “I get it. I’m loyal to . . . to Ren.”

“Very loyal, if you’re carrying around that crystal, still.”

“Shut up.”

“You could even say . . . in lo—”

“Shut up.” Martyn buries his head in his hands, runs his fingers through his hair. He hates this. So what, he likes—he’s . . . in love with Ren. So what? “It’s not like I can do anything about it. I never even told him.”

“Oh, he knows,” Tango says cryptically. “I’m sure he knows.”

“Sure.”

Tango doesn’t say anything else, and neither does Martyn, still trying to process the enormous weight on his chest that has suddenly slipped away, leaving him without anything to tether him down. It’s a terrifying feeling, losing the secret that he’s carried for so long.

Terrifying, but . . . not quite so lonely, somehow.

He can’t make himself live with that weight. Not anymore.

He and Tango stay there for another hour, silent in each other’s company, and Martyn holds the crystal and promises himself that if he ever sees Ren again, he’ll tell him.

He’ll tell him everything.

—

Martyn comes to in the next game, still bitter over his loss—he was invisible, Grian shouldn’t have even noticed him—and he sits up slowly, groaning as his joints pop. It’s first instinct to check for the familiar weight around his neck, and he finds it near-instantly, rolls the crystal between his fingers.

Then he looks up.

Across the circle, sitting up and scratching his beard and blinking open his pale, blue eyes—

Martyn’s breath catches in his throat.

His heart skips.

The crystal burns under his touch.

If they live through a thousand more games, there is only one man that Martyn will ever be loyal to, and that man is right there.

Right there.

Their eyes meet.

Ren.

[theboyanachr0nism]

Portrait of the Great Khan and Lady Shin

[aussie-bookworm]

Scout’s ma: C’mon, what’s your name?

Spy: In all honesty, ma petite chou fleur, I am not the biggest fan of my surname

Scout’s ma, without thinking: You can have mine

Spy: What

Scout’s ma: What

[dcdreamblog]

Who was the first female super-hero? I'm seeing a few different heroes who all debuted within a fairly short window, but those may just be their first "public" appearances. I've also seen some people say that the original Red Tornado shouldn't count?

Anybody who says Abigail Hunkel doesn't count can fight me in the street about it!

(Photo from the New York Times, November 1940 showing Red Tornado's first public appearance on West 52nd Street, Manhattan)

Her story is superhero 101, especially for the era. Abigail "Ma" Hunkel was the owner of a corner grocery in New York City and refused to pay protection to the small time Torponi mob, even physically kicking two of their leg breakers out of her store.

Wanting to intimidate her into caving, her daughter Amelia and a friend of hers were held hostage by that mob. When Hunkel and some family friends (fun fact: one of the "family friends" who accompanied her here was future famous newspaper comic artist "Scribbly" Jibbet. Yes THAT one. It's like if Charles Schultz knew Wildcat) attempted to bring it to the police, they refused to act, intimidated and bribed by the Torponi mob.

Inspired by the then newly debuted Green Lantern she did what she had to do for her family. She put workout clothing and cooking gloves over a pair of red long undies, cut eye holes in a cooking pot and went after her children. She beat the mob boss over the back of the head with a bottle of cooking sherry and tossed his henchmen around like rag dolls. Introducing herself as the Red Tornado when police arrived on the scene. The following night the police chief who had refused to help her tried to take credit, only for The Red Tornado to crash through the window of the press conference and announce "himself" (Hunkel's heavyset build in very loose clothing meant she was assumed to be a man for most of her original career).

She was the most active New York "Mystery Man" through most of the war years and was known particularly as a scourge of organized crime. She was an honorary member of the JSA! She eventually retired and entered witness protection after needing to unveil her secret identity in a case against several high profile mafiosi.

For those of you who would like to know: She's still alive! She's the public caretaker and curator of the JSA's brownstone museum/headquarters in Civic City, PA. She's talked a lot about her time as the Red Tornado and her granddaughter is currently carrying on the family legacy as Cyclone! There's a chance I'll get to meet her when they send me to the Superhero History Preservation Convention soon! AHHHHH!

Ma Hunkel is the first superheroine. Period. End of story.

[daviantc]

A verdade é que Davian pouco se importava com toda aquela história de casamento entre changeling e khajol, pra quem cresceu sendo humilhado dentro da própria família qualquer ofensa de khajol era piada aos ouvidos do Wyrmstone, mas não negava se divertir com as reações dele sobre o assunto. ❝Não sei nem que roupa usar nesse casamento aí, sabe, to mais acostumado com velórios.❞ Debochou com um sorriso no rosto, não era bem mentira, mas tinha certeza que o comentário era mais engraçado pra ele do que para quem tinha o azar de o escutar no momento. Os olhos prateados se voltaram para muse e ele fez questão de sacudir o papel com tinta azul que havia sido espalhado por todo canto, o que ele achava muito mais sério no momento. ❝Agora deixa de se preocupar com essa porcaria de casório e me diz, quem você acha que tá despertando? E o que esse 'equilibrio' significa? Certeza que não vai ficar equilibrado pra gente, por que o dia que changeling tiver alegria... Acho que até o khaganato de Uthdon desiste de invadir aqui.❞

Agora se quiser um starter fechado com @deirdrecolmain ou @thaddeumano, basta comentar o nome deles + uma frase pro seu char falar daqui ou daqui + @ do seu char. (up to 6)

[oven3bird]

THIS IS ABOUT AGE REGRESSION, NOT AGE PLAY.

IF YOU LIKE AGE PLAY I WANT YOU VERY FAR AWAY FROM MY PAGE, FUCK YOU!

Special thanks to the YJ98 Server! I info-dumped about this there first! Also thanks AND credits to @gasps-inspanish for helping me with the neg triggers and lowkey beta-reading this post.

Warnings: One mention of grooming, another of SA and a reference to it.

NOW: the actual post!

Kon-El, born in a lab at 16, no childhood whatsoever.

With his “childhood” being constantly working, he was groomed twice and wasn't even given a name, he doesn't get to be a “proper” teenager until he's with Young Justice.

So, imagine him being on the farm, finally just relaxing and taking his time to just be. He's safe and feels vulnerable, so he just regresses, to an age he never was.

It's starts small, dissociating for a couple of minutes after he sees something colorful on TV, his brain keeps going back to that.

Slowly, he spends more time regressing, to the point where Ma and Pa notice.

He isn't aware he's regressing, it's involuntary, they speak to him about it and since he can't quite recall his actions they decide if better for him to start therapy.

Thanks to his therapist, they learn that he's been age regressing (around 5-7 years old), he's scared at first, because he doesn't know his triggers and regressing in public could be bad, but they all (therapist, ma and pa) work together to help him.

He moves to the farm, and Ma and Pa care over him, they give him Clark's old toys and help him when he's unable to do certain things, like brushing his hair.

Kara sometimes goes over and helps out when Kon is having a bad week.

Clark has a hard time at the beginning, he doesn't know how to care for Kon, but as he learns he also becomes one of his mains caregivers, alongside Lois.

They're all overprotective of him, no one is permitted on the farm without notice, that's Kon's safe space, and they don't want people being there that don't know about Kon regression

He learns about his triggers and eventually starts regressing voluntary, without dissociating that much, to the point where he feels safe regressing around the YJ group.

They don't care much, they watch kid shows for fun and assume Kon's on the same wavelength, and who doesn't like coloring? (There's a 5+1 fic about this in the works, yes this is a shameless plug.)

Most of the time he doesn't speak, he hums and makes little sounds but words usually just yes and no.

LOVES Ben 10. Watches cartoons with Jon, Jon thinks he's so cool! He and Cass (Cassandra Cain) watch Angelina Ballerina together. (When eventually more people know about him regressing.)

Positive Triggers

Kon LOVES soft textures, plushies, blankets, anything.

Bright colors.

Loud music (As long as it is cheerful and has tons of background noises, for example metal doesn't trigger him, but he likes it as well.)

Those kinetic sand toys, those are his favorites and often uses them to voluntary regress.

People touching his hair.

People hugging him.

WARM CLOTHES!!! SUN-DRIED CLOTHES! WARM-COMFY!!! NICE TEXTURE!

The sun, in general, gives him happy feelings, he's a happy boy.

As long as he's comfortable, there's a chance of him regressing.

Space-themed anything, he sees anything space related and suddenly that's a 6yrl info-dumping about space. (Like he should)

Negative Triggers

Hospital settings.

Medical talk.

The word “Knockout”

People mentioning SA.

Feeling cornered.

Hurting people. (Not small stuff, accidents that could potentially hurt the person badly, like mishaps during training.)

Being alone for long periods of time.

Both sets of triggers apply only when he's feeling vulnerable and/or safe, that's why he mostly regresses at the Kent's house and not everywhere, some negative triggers do make him regress outside his safe space but not all of them (Of course hurting people and hospital settings.)

In short: Kon is an age regressor, who starts with involuntary + dissociative regression then thanks to his therapist and support system gets better at coping and starts being voluntary.

Also: This is heavy based on my own experiences along-side friends experiences so it doesn't reflect on others people experiences, everyone is different. And again FUCK AGE PLAYERS! (This is personal)

[robocatfan]

Listen i HAD to do it

[the-senates-one-fear]

Thinking about how Mayday lived and died on that icy planet in the middle of nowhere and probably never saw any green planets, never got sunburnt by the desert, never got to go swimming.

[milkcanslam]

Since Ma-san's dad owns a Chinese pharmacy, do you think Ma-san would know a lot about medicine and stuff?

At first I believed she knew a thing or two but no more than her father. Since shes more shown in her music endeavors, drumming and producing for the band and what not.

right until the subtitles for PJ Berri No Mogu Mogu Munya Munya dropped and the show confirmed that she does wholeheartedly. I think the anime has more weight to me in terms of canon (not as much as the games tho).

Personally im not a fan of this angle but whatever.

edit: caught a misspelling lmao

[salty-an-disco]

Since I’m now (hopefully) done with all my designs, I can finally do this thing–

For reference, here’s the completed line-up.

(and also: my Narry/Echo designs)

[honoratacarnage]

even tho haters may have voted no on that poll, I'll still do #TummyTuesday to much of y'all's dismay 😚

also vid under the cut teehee

god this looks like it was recorded with a microwave

[goitale]

sometimes i think abt how im moots w some ppl i look up to a lot LIKE HELLO EXCUSE ME, PLEASE STOP FOLLOWING ME. IMG OING TO EXPLODE OF EXCITEMENT AND HAPPINESS . SOMWBODY SEDATE ME!!!!! dont actually stop following me its very enjoyable to be able to be mutuals wiþ u

uaghjsjjdjdksdms jesstra mutuals wya i need more jesstra MORE MORE MORE i chant as i look at my jesstra album which is a lacking 170

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