#Jason Carver x reader

[drmaddict]

The Lovers

Summary: Jason accuses (Y/n) the town witch that she has cast a spell on him. Neither of them would have expected, what was really behind it.

Wordcount: 7.370

"Ah!" I cried out in surprise, when I heard the crack and the dull bang behind me and whirled around. I had expected to see a heavy branch lying on the ground and not... Jason Carver?

"What are you doing here?" I shouted, still slightly tense.

He got to his feet and knocked the leaves off his jacket. "I could ask you that? What are you doing?", he asked angrily, pointing at the basket I was holding.

I looked at him in irritation.

"What kind of voodoo are you going to do, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow. "They're daisies, you moron." I demonstratively held up one of the small flowers. "You can use them to make an ointment for sunburn." I rolled my eyes. "You followed me all the way through this forest to play witch hunting? How long have you been following me?" He was absolutely crazy.

He came up to me. "Long enough to see that these aren't daisies.", he bit out, holding up the second plant in my basket.

"Yes, this is St. John's wort. My cousin has neurodermatitis. The creams from the pharmacy are all too expensive and they don't want anyone else to pay for them, so I make her one from this. It soothes chapped skin." I grabbed the little plant and threw it back into the basket. "And before you ask.", I continued, reaching into the basket. "Mint. For my satanic tea against bloating."

Jason looked at me dully, then shook his head. "Why should I trust you?"

"Because I'm just here collecting some herbs and you're the stalker, who's been following me through the forest for at least fourty minutes.", I hissed.

Jason took a step back. "I know you're one of those weird wiccans."

"Witch."

"You admit it!"

"I'm correcting you.", I said simply.

He furrowed his eyebrows in irritation.

"Wicca is a religion. Most wiccans are witches. Not all witches are wiccans. It's like quadrates and squares." I teased him. "If you're going to hate me, you should at least use the right terms."

He looked at my basket. "Just because you're not doing anything wrong today, doesn't mean you're otherwise innocent."

I sighed. I just wanted my peace and quiet. "Yes, I'm usually sin itself. Can I have my peace now, please?"

"No."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "You know what? Do what you want." With that, I turned around and tried to concentrate on the plants. "At least don't trample everything.", I snapped at him and kept walking.

"What is this stuff really for?"

"I just told you."

"You're lying."

"I could pass a lie detector test Carver."

I bent down to grab a small wild garlic plant.

"What's that?" Jason asked, almost angrily.

"Wild garlic.", I explained. "It's simply delicious in food." I threw the plant into the basket. "You're welcome to keep stalking me Jason, but try to be less angry."

"Why?"

"Because I want this", I pointed to my basket, "to have positive energies."

"It's a plant."

"Do you pray for other people's misfortune?"

"No! I'm not."

"Then don't spoil my work, wanting to do something good for the people in my life... Even if it's just to help them with sunburn."

Jason stopped short and looked at me insistently. "How do I know you're not lying?"

I looked at him as calmly as you can look at someone who calls you Satan's bitch. It was his upbringing or the media. How was he supposed to know any better? "Look for Hildegard von Bingen's herbal bible in the library. I know everything about medicinal herbs from her."

"I'm not reading the book of some devil worshipper."

"Hildegard von Bingen was a nun.", I corrected him.

Jason faltered.

"If you don't trust me, maybe you trust one of your people."

He walked slowly backwards. "I'll keep an eye on you.", he said emotionlessly.

"I'll see you at school."

"I'm just saying. Be prepared for something to come up today.", I grumbled to Eddie, poking at my salad.

Eddie shook his head, upset. "He's been stalking you?"

"Yes.", I laughed. "If he hadn't been alone, I would have been really worried."

"He's out of his mind."

"Is that news?"

I didn't know what to expect today. That got me down. Ever since my former friend Melody unintentionally outed me as a witch, I never knew what to expect the next day. She had snooped through my things and found the little pentagram pendant. After the whole school knew about it, even the head teacher called me in and told my parents.

My dad thought I had a chip on my shoulder, but otherwise wasn't interested and my mom... Well, before I explained what I was doing and that the newspapers had no idea, it took a good three hours. Three hours with a lot of tears.

I never spoke to Melody again. Eddie had taken me in with the outsiders and Jason and his gang wanted to see me at the stake.

"We'll keep watch.", Eddie said, looking down the hall.

"My heroes.", I sighed dramatically.

He grinned and bowed exaggeratedly.

I was sitting at one of the tables at the edge of the forest, scribbling listlessly on my piece of paper, when a book banged on the table next to me.

I literally jumped up and stumbled backwards, so frightened, that I toppled over the bench and fell onto my back.

I saw blonde hair and a green and white jacket.

I picked myself up stiffly. "What the hell are you?" I grumbled. "Are you making any noise at all?"

I knocked the grass off my butt and gave Jason a dirty look. He looked back just as crossly.

I looked at the book on the table. Hildegard von Bingen. "You've read it.", I said in surprise.

"Skimmed it."

I looked at his angry face and sighed. "What's wrong now?"

"The herbs might be good, but you're doing something."

I ran a hand over my face. "Jason.", I began humbly. "I'll leave you alone. Can't you do me a favor and do the same to me?"

"No!"

"Why not?" I whined.

He was breathing heavily and turned away in a huff. "Because you did something. You did something to ME. ADMIT IT!"

I faltered. "Jason what are you talking about?"

"Why do I feel this way if you haven't done some witchcraft to me?" he hissed, coming closer and closer to me. I backed up until I bumped into a tree. Jason encircled me with his arms.

"I don't know what you're talking about.", I said almost fearfully. "I don't know what you mean Jason."

"Stop saying that!"

"Say what?"

"MY NAME!"

"Jas-" I bit my lips.

He was breathing heavily. "Undo it."

"I didn't do anything. You're scaring me."

"Undo it!", he growled. He looked at me almost frantically.

"You have to tell me what's wrong or I can't help you, but I didn't do anything."

"Then why do I feel like this?", he whispered angrily.

"How do you feel?", I asked, almost pleadingly. Hoping that he would stay calm.

"How do you feel Jason?"

No sooner had his name crossed my lips than he pressed his mouth to mine. Hard and unyielding. His hands held my head in place and his body pressed against mine. I was so caught off guard, that I just stood there, like a pillar of salt, waiting. Not quite grasping what was happening.

He abruptly disengaged and stumbled back. Tears streamed down his cheeks. "Undo it.", he whispered.

I looked at him in disbelief. Not a word escaped my lips. Not a sound escaped my throat. Until a fuse in my brain clicked into place and I ran away. I ran away as fast as I could, not wasting a single thought on my stuff, which were still lying on the table.

"He's did WHAT?", shouted Eddie angrily.

I sat at the kitchen table of the trailer and looked at the tabletop in disbelief.

"I think I'm going to be sick.", I whimpered. No. I really felt sick. I was sick to my stomach. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I made it just in time to take the contents of my stomach to the toilet.

Eddie stumbled after me and held my hair out of my face. He stroked my back reassuringly.

When I was sure nothing more was coming, I dropped onto my butt and felt the tears on my cheeks. I wrap my arms around my legs. Eddie held out a bottle of water to me.

"Take a deep breath.", he mumbled.

"They're going to kill me Eds."

"They won't. We'll keep you safe." He pulled me into his arms. "Nothing's going to happen."

My backpack was gone, of course. What had I expected?

I sat in the library and waited impatiently for Gareth to come. I hid behind my book and tried to stay calm. One of the boys had been keeping an eye on me all day. Just in case.

Jason had been like a madman. He'd gotten it into his head that I'd cast a spell on him. He had kissed me. Jason Carver. The poster boy Jason Carver somehow had... had a crush on me and now thought I'd made him. Jason Carver had a crush on me and he hated himself for it. I was startled when I heard a backpack fall onto the table, but before I even looked up, I saw Jason's back disappearing quickly and my backpack in front of me. I reached for it hesitantly. Slowly pulled open the zipper. Carefully peeked inside. Nothing happened.

"Your backpack is back?"

I winced.

"Since when are you so jumpy?" Gareth grinned.

"Since I'm waiting for the Inquisition.", I grumbled.

POV Jason

How had I let myself get so carried away? How could I have been so stupid? Why hadn't I stayed away from her? I had given her far too much power over me.

My head was buzzing with thoughts as I walked into the theater room as Luke's note told me to.

That little witch. Why had she run away, when this was exactly what she had wanted? That had been her goal. To cast a spell on me. Had she realized that this couldn't be love? Had she perhaps really done nothing - I interrupted the thought immediately. Of course she had done something. I would never think like that about someone, who went against everything I stood for.

The door of the theater room slammed shut loudly. I turned around with a jolt and caught sight of Eddie Munson.

"Ball boy. Glad you got my message."

I looked at the note in my hand. How could I have been so stupid?

"I heard about your little meeting with (Y/n) in the woods.", he continued, walking slowly towards me.

I shouldered my backpack and moved towards the door, but Munson grabbed me firmly by the shoulders and stopped me.

"Not so fast. Where are you going?"

"Let me go!"

"Why is that? I guess it's not so much fun being hassled yourself?"

I pulled my shoulders out of his grip and pushed him away. "That's what she wanted! She started this voodoo.", I hissed. "So tell her to undo it or leave me alone!"

Munson laughed. First in disbelief, then louder, harder, until he seemed almost unable to breathe. "Oh God!", he struggled to breathe. "You really believe that."

"What's so funny?", I shouted angrily.

Munson held his stomach and sat down on one of the folding chairs. "You have a crush and you don't realize it." He wiped a tear from his face.

"I don't-"

"You think you're pretty important, don't you?", he interrupted me, still slightly breathless. "Don't you think she'd have better targets, than some bore with a twist in his panties?"

I turned away angrily and left.

"Bother her again and you can find out how to throw your balls with crutches.", he shouted after me.

I pushed the door open hard and stormed through the corridors.

I don't have a crush on that witch. I don't want anything from her. No matter how many dreams I had in which she lay with me and in which she seduced me with her smile and her scent... Those dreams weren't real. They weren't my dreams. They couldn't be mine.

"Jason." my name fell from her lips like a prayer. She clawed at my back. I kissed her neck, marking it as my own, as I thrust into her again and again. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower. I let her dance on the threshold of pleasure. Never quite gave her what she wanted. I devoured her and she gave herself to me. (Y/n's) eyes were glassy and yet warm. Looked up at me with affection and admiration. Her hands caressed my back. Her legs wrapped around my hips. She moved towards me. We were united. Two bodies and two souls in harmony.

She twitched around me. Her body tensed. She collapsed in waves of excitement. She took me with her and caught me.

The fabric under my cheek was damp. I sat up with a jerk. I was alone. Alone in my room. Just me in my bed. Sweat was sticking to my body. I wiped the saliva from the corner of my mouth in disgust. My shorts were sticking to my crotch. I pulled a face.

Why in God's name did I have to be the target of this witchcraft? Why did these dreams have to feel so good? Why did I feel so safe in them? She was a witch! She was evil. She was not gentle and sweet. I had to remind myself that she had cast a spell on me. I couldn't love her!

Where did that word come from? Why did it want to creep into my head?

I felt tears running down my cheeks. I don't want to have these thoughts!

(Y/n)s POV

The last week I had gotten away with it. None of the jocks had hit on me or hinted at anything. It just made me even more paranoid.

I was waiting for a prank. Some kind of humiliation. I was almost longing for it so I could finally get it over with.

I was walking home when a sadly too familiar car drove up slowly beside me. I didn't look up, stubbornly continued straight ahead.

I heard the side window being rolled down.

"Get in!" Jason said stubbornly.

I walked on silently.

"Get in the car now!"

"No!" I replied stubbornly.

The car came to a halt. A door opened. I quickened my steps.

A hand clutched my upper arm. "I told you to get in.", he hissed.

"But I don't want to.", I spat back.

His grip on my arm became painfully tight. "And I don't want to have these thoughts, so get in."

I tried to pull away, but it didn't help. His hands were on my arms like vices.

"What are you going to do?"

"We're going to church."

I looked at him, perplexed. "Is the pyre ready or what? For fuck's sake, Carver! I don't want anything from you except to be left alone! Even if I could do what you accuse me of, which I can't by the way, why would I want the guy who's been spitting on me for months?"

He looked at me blankly. "We'll go to the church now and talk to the priest."

I realized tears were welling up in my eyes. It was all so absurd. It... It was humiliating. Someone had a crush on me and it was so absurd that it was really happening that he suspected I had bewitched him.

"Now come on!" he ordered, pulling me roughly towards his car.

I stumbled after him.

The drive was silent and tense. I had tried to jump out at a red light, but Jason had immediately had grabbed hold of me.

When we arrived at the church, Jason dragged me up the steps of the building and through the door into the large main room.

I had never been in a church before. My parents weren't believers, so there was never any reason to attend one.

He looked at me insistently.

I remained stubborn. "What? Did you expect me to burst into flames?"

His jaw tightened. "Come on." he growled.

Roughly, he dragged me to a small room and knocked.

Priest Mitchel opened it for us. "Jason. Hello... And you must be (Y/n)."

I nodded hesitantly.

"Can you give us a moment alone Jason?" the priest asked, stepping aside to clear the way into his office.

Jason reluctantly let go of me.

I cautiously stepped into the priest's office. I only knew him by sight, but he always seemed nice and friendly.

"Why don't you sit down for a minute? Would you like some tea?"

"Uh... No. Thanks."

He just nodded and sat down on an exercise ball opposite me. "They don't look particularly professional, but they're good for your back.", he smiled.

I just nodded. "My mom has one too."

He grinned. "Very well." He became more serious. "Jason told me about his situation." I stiffened. "Don't worry. I won't drag you to the torture chamber. But whether you've done anything or not... Jason... Got stuck on that idea and knowing the boy, he's not going to let it go."

I sighed. "So you're not getting out the pitchforks?"

He smiled. "No. Believe it or not. My wife went through a phase like you once."

"And if it's not a phase?"

"Then I pray you stay true to the right path anyway."

I looked thoughtfully at the table in front of me. "And how do I get rid of that witch hunter out there now?" I muttered. "You know him better than I do."

Father Mitchel looked thoughtfully at my bag. "You don't happen to have any herbs with you?"

I looked up irritated. "What? No. I was at school. What do I want with herbs there?" 

"Hm... Well, the tea will have to do then."

He reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a packet of fruit tea. Relaxed, he cut open a good six bags and tipped them into a small decorative bowl.

"What are you up to?"

He grinned. "We're breaking a spell for Jason's sake. Under my supervision, of course, so he'll feel more comfortable and confident about it."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Don't you always say you shouldn't lie?"

"Special situations call for special measures."

"You're a strange priest."

"And I'm very proud of that."

Less than five minutes later, I was sitting behind the church in front of a small bowl of fruit tea, trying to remain serious. Jason and Father Mitchel watched me from a safe distance, how I lit a small piece of paper on which my and Jason's names were crossed out.

Normally, you would use two candels with a connected wick to break a love spell, but Jason didn't know that.

I threw the note into the bowl and watched it burn. The tea left a sickeningly sweet smell, but the light breeze made it disappear quickly.

I waited patiently for the flames to recede and then grabbed the ashes to let them blow away with the breeze for show.

Jason watched everything with eagle eyes, but actually seemed a little calmer with Father Mitchel at his side.

I got up from my cross-legged position and lifted the bowl. A pretty little thing.

I put it in Father Mitchel's hand. He nodded at me with a smile. "If you ever think about it, the church is always open to you."

"That... That's very nice. Thank you."

"Well then. Accounting is waiting." He sighed and walked back around the building.

Jason looked at me appraisingly. I let him.

"Can you at least take me home now? I don't have any money for the bus."

He struggled with himself, but then motioned for me to follow him.

The journey was calm. Tense, but calm.

I quickly squeezed out of the car when we arrived at my house. "Thank you. Bye.", I mumbled and disappeared into the house as quickly as I could.

Hopefully, this haunting was finally over.

POV Jason

She kissed me so tenderly. Her arms were wrapped around my neck. Her body was warm as it pressed against mine. I could feel her breasts through both our shirts. I enjoyed her hands in my hair. I stroked her ribs. She giggled slightly. Bit my lower lip playfully. I laughed. I felt bliss. I felt light. Here in this meadow, lying on a scratchy picnic blanket, with her in my arms. She kissed the tip of my nose. She ran her thumb over my cheeks.

"I love you.", I murmured and gently kissed the diamond ring on her ring finger. 

I woke up suddenly. Annoyed, I hit the alarm clock and buried myself under the thick comforter again. Still slightly foggy, I tried to fall back asleep and continue dreaming where I had left off. I wanted to go back to the meadow and (Y/n)-

I stiffened up. No. No. No!

Why another dream like this? I curled up under the blanket and pressed my hands against my forehead. I tried to push these wishes out of my brain.

But she had dissolved the spell. Father Mitchel was there. That couldn't be. It couldn't be.

I wanted to be normal again.

POV (Y/n)

I sat on my favorite table in the woods and looked thoughtfully at my tarot cards. The lovers had been extremely persistent in my last readings. I threw all the cards back on the pile and shuffled them vigorously. That didn't make any sense. I haven't really felt it anyway.

I shuffled and suddenly one of the cards flew out of the pile. I turned it over and sighed in surrender. The fool glared at me maliciously. "All right. I get it.", I growled annoyed and put the cards on the table.

I heard it crack behind me. I quickly jumped up and looked around.

God no.

"Jason?"

He didn't say anything, just sat down at the table. He looked tired. Listlessly, he threw his backpack in front of him and lay down on it. But he kept his eyes on me. His eyes wandered to the cards on the table. Strangely, he didn't react.

I didn't say anything. I didn't move.

"What do you want here?"

He was still looking at the cards and reached for one that had clearly slipped out of the deck. When he threw it back down, annoyed, I saw the lovers again.

"I give up.", he mumbled. His voice was low and raspy.

I hesitantly sat down next to him. "What are you giving up on?"

"It didn't work... The voodoo from yesterday."

How could it? It was just for show. I sighed anyway. I had somehow hoped that maybe it would influence him enough to finally put his mind at rest.

"Go on, then. Do what you want.", he grumbled.

I furrowed my eyebrows in irritation. "What?"

"You wanted me. Go on."

I breathed in and out in a controlled manner to control my anger. "Jason.", I groaned, annoyed.

He looked at me devotedly. I rubbed my hands over my face. "Okay. How about you pray?"

He sat up. "You want me to beg you too?"

I rolled my eyes. "To your god, you idiot."

He faltered. "Why?"

"Can't you ask him what's right and what's not? Ask him for the truth."

He faltered. His eyes screamed with confusion.

"Come on," I groaned and put my cards away. "I'll even clean up."

He sat up straighter. Watched me. "All right.", he murmured. His hands pushed together almost cautiously. He rested his elbows on the tabletop and gave me another quick glance. "No games.", he ordered.

I held my hands up in the air defensively.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on his hands. It seemed so... antiquated. The way he sat there mumbling to himself. The way he held his hands. It all looked so ancient.

I went about my own thoughts until I suddenly heard him sobbing.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts. Jason was still in his prayer position but I heard him turn up his nose.

His hands separated and immediately ran over his face. I quickly looked in my backpack and grabbed the small pack of tissues.

"Here." I held them out to him.

He grabbed it without a word and wiped his tears away, blew his nose loudly and then threw it on the table.

"Jason." I was practically whispering. As if every loud noise would destroy the world.

He just shook his head. "You're not supposed to say my name.", he replied just as quietly.

"Then what am I supposed to call you?"

He wiped away another tear. Silently, he looked at the tabletop.

"Why do you hate me so much?" I asked.

He grimaced. "I think we both know that the opposite is the problem."

I shook my head. "No, you're conflicted. You hate the... Interest in me."

He sighed and reached for another tissue. "Why do you have to be a witch?"

I smirked. "That's it?"

"You go against everything I believe in.", he pressed out.

I sighed. "How about you pay your debt?"

He looked at me, confused. "What kind of debt?"

"You dragged me to your priest and now you're meeting one of my friends. Don't worry. She's a Christian... And a witch."

He laughed dismissively. "No such thing."

I held out my hand to him. "Let's make a bet, then."

He hesitated. "What bet?"

I thought about it for a moment. "If I win, you stop putting the basketballtaining on the Hellfire meetings."

Jason's jaw tightened. He reached for my hand. "If I win, you come to the service with me. For a month."

"Deal.", I grinned.

"Deal.", he bit back.

"Here?" Jason asked incredulously as he brought the car to a halt.

My friend's house was a simple terraced house. A small front garden with flower beds and a bright yellow façade.

I just nodded. "Yup. This is where she lives." I got out and waited for him to do the same. We walked down the small driveway and Jason eyed the cross on the thermometer next to the door.

It opened and my friend Jannice emerged. She was in her mid-thirties and, as always, a bit over the top.

"(Y/n)!", she shouted happily.

"Hey Jan.", I laughed and let myself be pulled into a hug.

"You haven't been around for far too long. You really need to make me some of that lavender oil again. I've just dried some. You can take it with you right away. Uh! Who have we got here? Let me look at you!" She hugged Jason, who was completely taken by surprise and just stood there.

"I can't believe you're fishing for such a tasty treat. I would have bet on the curly head with the puppy eyes..."

"Jan, we're not a couple.", I quickly interrupted her.

"Oh... Oh well." She brushed one of her wild curls out of her face. "Well, come in."

We entered the house and went into the kitchen, which, as always, smelled wonderfully of all kinds of flowers and herbs.

Jason stopped in the doorway and looked at a small table with a cross and a candle on it. He looked at them closely. The candle was bright pink. Definitely not a candle that was available at the service.

He turned back to us. "(Y/n) says you are a Christian.", he said clumsily, but Jannice just smiled again.

"Yes, that's right."

"And she says you're a... witch."

She put a tin of cookies on the table. "Yes. That's true, too."

Jason looked at her suspiciously. "But that can't work."

Jabnice laughed. "Oh boy. Have a seat. Eat a cookie and then I'll explain everything you want."

Jason still sat stiffly on a chair. "What's in the candle?", he began and Jannice started.

"But there are rules!" Jason huffed.

Jannice nibbled on a cookie. "I live by the rule of being a good person. How many more rules do you need? Treat your fellow human beings with love and helpfulness."

Jason put his coffee cup down firmly on the table. "But then everyone can do what they want!"

"If the law was repealed tomorrow that killing someone was illegal, would you do it?"

"Of course not!"

"And yet there are people who do it despite the law." She poked Jason's chest with her finger. "Because our ethics aren't always governed by rules."

She leaned back in her chair. "Why do you want to understand it, if you're so sure of your religious interpretation?"

Jason faltered.

They were a mismatched pair. So different and yet so similar.

"Jason wants to broaden his horizons a little.", I interjected.

Jannice eyed him. "To broaden your horizons, your heart has to be open."

Jason sighed. "Open heart. I just don't get it!", he huffed.

Jannice put a hand on his shoulder. "Your head doesn't understand or your heart?"

Jason gave her a pained look. "What's the difference?"

She smiled gently at him, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "Because your head only tells you what you've learned. Your heart tells you what you've always known."

Jason's eyes sparkled treacherously wet again, but he blinked bravely.

Jannice's gaze showed understanding. "You were never really allowed to ask questions."

Jason shook his head. "There were rules."

She nodded. "Well. I listen to every question. My door is always open."

Jason didn't respond. Just grabbed another lavender cookie.

He stayed silent for a long time on the drive back. "I really want to understand this," he whispered.

Even though I didn't know what had happened to him, I had seen that something inside him had been shaken awake. Something that he had put to sleep was stretching and trying to understand why it hadn't been allowed to go through all those years.

"These things take time," I replied calmly.

Jason nodded. "Should I apologize?"

I grinned. "What does your gut say?"

He shook his head, annoyed. "I thought we were focusing on the heart."

I laughed lightly. "Everyone gets their knowledge from somewhere else."

He was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry." His eyes shot to me very briefly.

I bit my lip. "It's okay."

"And now what?" Eddie asked me as we lay on the roof of the trailer and looked up at the sky.

I shrugged my shoulders, even though he couldn't see that. "I don't know."

He sighed. "Do you think he'll shut up now?"

I had to smile. "I think it's more likely that things are just starting now. You should have seen them." I let the thought slip away and the confusion of the last few days settled over me. "This is all so absurd.", I muttered.

Eddie laughed. "I still can't believe he thought you put a spell on him."

I sighed. "Why wouldn't he? I'm not exactly his typ."

Eddie nudged me. "Of course you're not. They're completely hollow."

I shook my head. A sad smile spread across my face. "Can you play my best girl-friend for a minute?"

"Shall I get the nail polish?"

I punched him lightly.

"Sure.", he grinned.

I closed my eyes in surrender to make it easier. "It was so far-fetched, that he could really have a crush on me, that he thought I'd jinxed him Eddie.... That's... Why is it so far-fetched to have a crush on me?"

He patted my shoulder. "I'm sticking to the fact, that they're hollow."

I continued to gaze at the stars and fell silent. How could you treat someone you had a crush on with such disgust?

"What's going to happen with him now?" Eddie had turned his head towards me and was looking at me questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, he understood that he thinks you're hot and now what?" He twirled his rings. "Are you going out? Are we still seeing each other? Do I have to find another club witch because you're hanging out with the cool kids now?"

I looked at him, confused. "We're not going out.", I blurted out. "We're just... I don't know. There's a truce?"

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "He fancies you (Y/n).", he said forcefully. "We know that now. How do you feel about him?"

I looked at him dully. "I've never thought about it.", I confessed. "Don't look at me like that! I was waiting for the funeral pyre."

Eddie shook his head in amusement. "I don't believe I'm saying this, but you two seem to be perfect for each other."

I nudged him roughly. "That's not funny!"

"Yes it is."

I pouted.

"So. How do you feel about him? Tell your best friend."

I rubbed my face. "I don't know. He... I mean he hasn't exactly been nice over the last few months." I listened to the rustling of leaves around us. "Can you like someone you're supposed to hate?"

"If we asked Jason, he'd say yes. Come on. What do you think of the Bible boy, non-judgmentally."

I sighed. "It's not that simple.... I mean... I don't know... He seems ambitious?"

"Very romantic." Eddie nodded, playing serious.

I groaned in annoyance. "He's probably quite good looking."

A grin appeared on his face.

"But I don't understand how he can dress like that.", I grumbled

Eddie continued to grin. "I knew you had a thing for Andrew!"

"Andrew?"

"Breakfast Club... Jock Andrew."

I blushed. "Shut up."

Eddie chuckled. "Would the basketball shorts on Jason be more your thing?"

"I told you to shut up."

"Oh, no. I'm going to enjoy this. Besides, he's definitely dreaming about banging you. So you can let it all out."

"He doesn't." I blurted out immediately.

Eddie couldn't stop laughing. "He has a cock and he likes you. He definitely dreams about you two fucking."

I gave him a petulant look. "You really are a catty best friend."

"And I love you very much."

"But... You could curse someone?", Jason asked me hesitantly.

We were sitting at the table in the woods again. As usual, Jason had come to me like a ghost and then started asking questions.

"I could probably try it. No idea if it would even work. Anyway. It's not my thing."

Jason looked very thoughtful as usual. "Why are you so insistent on only doing good?"

His blue eyes looked confused. "You could and you don't think anyone will punish you for it. Why don't you?"

"I never said I wouldn't be punished for it.", I objected.

He played with the zipper on his backpack. "And who's punishing you?"

"Karma.", I said simply. "Everything you send out comes back to you threefold."

"Hm."

He was silent for a moment. Let it sink in. "Okay."

Meanwhile, I sat in my seat and couldn't get the conversation with Eddie out of my head. Somehow the fact that Jason had admitted to having a crush on me had made it real. Did he really dream about me? Did I want him to dream about me? My ego wanted it, but did I want it?

I sighed without realizing it.

Jason looked at me questioningly. I waved him off. He looked thoughtfully at the table again. "Is there a spell to get rid of feelings?", he asked quietly.

I looked at him, irritated. "What?"

He rubbed his forehead. "I don't know which synapse has locked onto you, but we both know that there's no future in this. Apart from the fact that I very much doubt by now that you want anything from me." He stood up angrily. "So please. Do something and set me free."

I felt the anger boiling up inside me. First mixed with shame, then all the clearer and stronger.

"Set you free? I'm sorry that your limbic system isn't playing along with your image planning. I'm sorry that it's so disgusting to have a crush on me that you even have to assume you've been cursed. I'm sorry, Carver", I bit out his name, "that I'm not good enough."

I could feel the heat in my cheeks. "But you could at least have the decency not to throw that in my face every time you see me!"

I grabbed my backpack gruffly, which unfortunately only caused my tarot cards to fall out and scatter across the forest floor.

Jason just looked at me dully. A gust of wind hit me in the back and blew the last card away.

Jason bent down for it and held it out to me unseen.

I tryed hard not to crumple it up. The damn lovers. I breathed in and out in a controlled manner.

"I'm sorry-"

"Save it." I interrupted him immediately. I held my hands in front of me defensively. "Just let it go." I put the card with the others and zipped up the backpack.

The wind picked up, but I paid it no mind. I just kept going, no matter how hard the wind tore at me. How could the weather change so quickly?

"Now wait!" Jason called after me. "You can't walk through the forest in a storm like this. Let me drive you."

"No!"

I felt a hand around my upper arm, yanking me backwards. I heard a loud crack. A rumble of thunder rolled through the forest. The ground vibrated.

Jason had held me protectively against him. It was only when I managed to free myself that I saw his shocked face. When I turned around, I saw it.

A not exactly delicate branch was lying right where I was about to go. That thing would have easily broken every bone in my body.

As soon as I'd gotten over the situation, the wind died down, but only a little.

"Come on," Jason said and pulled me along with him. His hands were firmly on my shoulders and he swiftly escorted me to his car.

I stayed still for the rest of the journey. Jason had thrown his jacket on me because he had decided I would definitely be cold. The radio was switched off because it had started raining halfway and the signal was gone.

I hated that Jason's jacket smelled good. He wasn't supposed to smell good. He wasn't supposed to look good. His stupid upper arms shouldn't be so attractive.

Pouting, I averted my eyes.

"I can't see anything.", Jason grumbled loud enough to drown out the pattering of the rain. I didn't look at him. But then I felt the car stop.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't see five feet far. We have to wait for the rain to stop.", he explained defensively. I groaned in annoyance and rolled my eyes. Great. Still sulking, I crossed my arms and sank further into the seat.

He did the same. His upper arms stretched his shirt. I shook my head to get rid of the thought.

"I'm sorry, but you have to admit that I don't really fit into your life either.", he grumbled at me from the side.

I grit my teeth. "You know what? Maybe things would have been different, if you hadn't spent the last few months making my life a living hell.", I spat at him.

He looked back just as angrily. "And I'm sorry! God knows I'm trying to understand, but I can't change the past!"

"Where did your sudden interest in me come from anyway? Heh? How can you be so divided in your desires?"

His hands were clenched into fists. "Because not everyone can be who they want to be!", he shouted. "Because I can't like everyone! Because I can't just feel the way I want to!", he continued to shout, looking at me angrily. "Do you think I care what you do with your herbs? Do you think I want to be like that? I don't want to! I want to be normal, but I can't!" He breathed heavily and narrowed his eyes. "There were always rules. I was NEVER allowed to question them. I wasn't allowed to play with everyone. I wasn't allowed to be friends with everyone.... And I wasn't allowed to fall in love with everyone." He took a deep breath. "And people look... They talk when you don't do what they expect you to do." He looked stubbornly at the steering wheel. He continued to speak so quietly that I almost didn't hear him over the rain. "I'm not supposed to like you. I do... I do, but I'm not allowed to... Not until I... Before I... Before I've moved away and have a life for myself. Before I can... can be new."

And that's when a light went on. The fool. New. "Those were your cards!", I blurted out before I could hold it back.

"Wh-what?" He looked at me, snapped out of his emotions.

I rummaged for my little notebook. "I've been drawing the same four cards over and over again for weeks.", I explained. "The ten of wands. You suppress your feelings and desires and thus prevent yourself from being happy. The lovers. I probably don't need to explain. Then the tower. Tower moments bring down all walls... And the fool. New beginnings... Those were your cards!"

He looked at me, perplexed. "Okay?"

I looked at him insistently. "You... You can't spend your whole life pretending to be someone else!"

He sighed. "Not my whole... Just until... after college... Until I get a job." He closed his eyes. "That's a long time, but... Not forever."

"And then what? Do you just get up one day and become a different person? Ignore all the connections you've made up to that point?", I asked.

I saw the turmoil on his face. "What else am I supposed to do? If it gets out that I have a crush on someone like you, my father will call an exorcist."

I laughed in disbelief.

"I'm not joking! My father... is strict.", he concluded choppily.

I faltered. "How strict?"

He shook his head. I put a hand on his. He exhaled shakily. A tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't wipe it away. The rain continued to pelt down. Shielding us from the outside world.

"I can only really be me in my dreams.", he said more calmly now. "And now you've just snuck in there." He took a deep breath. Seemed to want to calm himself down.

"What am I doing in your dreams?" I asked cautiously.

"You just make me happy," he confessed. "You're there and give me so much affection. I can let myself go. I can laugh and... and... and I know I've ruined any chance of it really being like that." He roughly wiped the next tear from his face. "It drives me insane to wake up every morning and all of this is gone. I have to put that possibility of happiness behind me every morning and pretend that desire doesn't exist."

So that was him. Jason Carver. Behind the speeches and the facade. Behind the perfection and bravado. Broken. Unhappy. Alone.

"Jason.", I whispered.

He shook his head.

"Jason... I understand." I just said. "And... I think I can forgive you... With a little time."

He wiped more tears from his face. I squeezed his hand. "When you're ready, I'd like to meet the real Jason."

"I don't know when that will be.", he confessed.

"I can be very patient. But do me a favor."

He looked at me questioningly.

"No matter when you show the world, please figure out who you want to be by then."

His breath was shaky. "I'll try."

POV Jason

Seven years later

I sat exhilarated at the table of the small café, looking at my watch for the fifth time in two minutes. She probably wasn't coming. God it had been seven years. Seven years since we graduated. Since we only met rarely and secretly in the woods. Seven years since she had kissed me the last time we met. Seven years that I had thought about that kiss again and again, dreamt about it, longed for it. Seven years in which we had only exchanged letters and I had kept them all.

Seven long years in which so much could happen.

Seven years and now she was suddenly standing in front of me again. Grown up and as radiant as ever.

"Hi." She smiled gently at me.

"Hi." I whispered back in awe.

8 years later

She was lying in my bed. She cuddled up to me. It wasn't a dream. It was real. I smelled the scent of her hair. I felt her body against mine. I felt the warmth of her skin. I heard her steady breathing.

I pulled my arms tighter around her naked body and closed my eyes. It was real. We were both real.

9 years later

"Yes. Yes I do!", she smiled at me and euphorically wrapped her arms around me.

I felt a weight fall from my shoulders. She had said yes.

With nervous hands, I put the ring on her finger.

I immediately pulled her into a kiss, unwilling to let her get away again in the near future.

10 years later

I was lying with her in a meadow. The weather was warm but pleasant. The sun danced through the leaves above us.

We kissed lazily. I ran a hand under her shirt and over her ribs. She giggled. Ticklish as she was. She playfully bit my lip. Then kissed me on the tip of my nose. Stroked my cheek. I kissed the ring on her ring finger. "I love you.", I murmured.

She smiled warmly at me. "I love you.", she replied.

I smiled. "I've dreamt about this before.", I whispered.

"And is it as good as your dreams?"

I felt the warmth and bliss inside me and shook my head. "It's better." I kissed her lips softly. "It's real."

[nouearth]

a summer phase.

jason carver x male reader.

summary: jason keeps telling himself that it's just a phase, yet it's become a weekly routine to spend the evening with you.

wc: 1.5k. warnings: explicit smut, kinda angst, handjob (r!giving, jason!giving), lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, closeted!jason, hurt!reader, internalized homophobia.

A gentle breeze blew in from the open window and the wind chimes gently sang from the floor below, joining two spirits that had been sharing warm pants with one another, evoking moans from another. The golden evening had settled in the background and silhouetted the writhing bodies into dark shadows. Droplets of sweat had caught onto the glimpse of fading sun, allowing Jason to memorize the detail of your body before dusk conquered his room.

The muscles that tensed when he squeezed harder around your cock, the squirms that caused the creaking of his bed when he fondled your balls, the gulps that failed to bury moans when he leaned in and kissed at your throat; you followed Jason’s lead into dusk, mirroring his actions to his own cock as he worshipped you and your presence until you were his prayer, his promise, to the kingdom of heaven.

“I’m close…” You panted into the open-mouthed kiss, legs tangled into his as both of your bodies reflected off of each other, sitting straight. Your thighs had sat sticky on his muscular pair and you can feel him tense when your rhythm quickens, your fist tightening to press the pulsing veins into his sprouted cock.

“Me too…” Jason sputtered, leaning his forehead against yours and placed a tightening hold on the back of your neck to hold you close. He held the languidness of your gaze past the heaviness of his own lids, and a terrible guilt he crept up on him because he was terribly enraptured by the effect he had on you, by the effect you had on him. He’d seen you in this state so often, even the darkness couldn’t have hidden the explosion of stars in your eyes.

It was wrong.

He pulled you forward to explore the inside of your mouth, stroking your cock at a pace you couldn’t have possibly kept up with. His tongue mined for a taste of you. Moans unfurled when the fruity cereal that you both had shared earlier spread onto his wet flesh and Jason kept exploring, kissing, moaning, tasting, until he captured the sound of your rapture and swallowed it in heavy pride, pushing down the thoughts that had been condemning him for his sins.

Your hips buckled, releasing your fist around Jason’s cock, and you came undone in several thick ropes. “Fuck—“ Your chest rose and your stomach sank as Jason’s strokes aided every second of the unimaginable pleasure, drawing you out until you were empty before him. The cum splattered onto his broad chest, dripped heavily down his toned stomach, and he reused the warm seed that gathered on his fist to lube his own cock and fuck into his fist after.

“Open your mouth—“ He rose onto his knees, breath hitching and chest rising, while there was enough light in the room for you to carefully maneuver yourself under Jason’s legs. You leaned back onto your elbows, legs sprawled, and pushed your tongue out once you tilted your head back. Droplets of your own cum dripped from his lubed erection and onto your face from the quick, yet clumsy rhythm of his strokes, but you didn’t feel stained until he neared his cock closer to your face. The strong muscles in his thighs kept him balanced on the bed and your pants began to quicken again, joining him in anticipation of his arrival to a delirious state of mind, and welcoming him with an open mouth once he comes. “Baby, I’m going to—“

Before he could finish his warning, your cheek was hit with a heavy splat, then your forehead, then on your hair, and then the centre of your face. “Fuck, Jason—“ For a basketball player, his aim was horrible, and you couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle as you kept your head tilted back, providing him a canvas for him to paint white on. You took all of the remaining thick cum in pride, replacing his hand with yours to stroke him through the shower Jason had continue to cover your face and body with.

The cum sat thick and heavy on your skin, and you basked yourself in the weight of it, sighing when you flattened yourself on the bed. Jason joined you seconds after grabbing a spare towel off his chair, groaning by your side when his sheets pressed uncomfortably wet onto his back. Doting wipes pressed to your face, then your body as he cleansed you with a gentleness that could soothe you to sleep. Though, you were only kept awake because of Jason. His lips attached to yours quickly after, and you kissed back languidly, tracing the curl of his smile with sweet chaste. He pulled away sighing and shared one last gaze that rendered every meaning of ‘beautiful’ useless until you perfectly defined it with the reserve of your smile.

There was a silence after. It thickened the sudden tension in the air, and even though the night had blinded you, you could see the parting of Jason’s lips when you turned your head to face him when he joined you by your side. The dim light from the window had highlighted the contemplative look on his face, and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. 

You already knew what he was about to tell you. The regret in the tremor of his voice was profound, even with the slightest croak, and you immediately turned your head the other way when you felt your eyes sting.

“I-uh… I’ll get going now.” It was a routine at this point. You and him did stuff, and he apologetically shooed you out before anyone could see him with someone like you. Even if his parents wouldn’t be home for another month, the act of liking another man ignited a guilt that boiled his feelings alive. Whether they would die off or come back stronger, he’d do his best to bury them deep enough to convince him that it was a phase.

It was wrong. And it was a phase.

All a phase.

You cleared your throat to soften the swelling feeling in your chest and rolled off his bed to change back into your clothes. Coughs and ruffles of clothes covered the sound of your sniffles. He watched you in silence, guilt-ridden as your back turned towards him, and he clutched at the bed sheet to ground him from succumbing to further transgression. The frail of your back looked cold enough to reflect ice into his own hands if he was to touch you. Even when your shirt draped over it, he’d imagine the goosebumps on your body to prick him like icicles, and—so bad, he wanted to hug you even if it meant that he’d be pricked by a hundred million ice spikes. 

“I’ll drive you home…“ He surrendered, stepping out of the bed, and into his briefs and shorts.

“I can walk.” You scanned the floor for the other half of your socks, finding them near the corner of the room.

“It’s dark out, (M/N).” Jason pulled his t-shirt on and neared close, reasoning. “Besides, you live twenty minutes away—walking distance.” 

It was a desperate attempt to spend more time with you, even though it was his own guilt and pride that pushed you away. During school, it was Jason that ignored your very existence. Surrounded by adoring classmates and friends with a reputation to uphold, it was easy to. A selfish part of you wished he struggled to contain his feelings when you were within his vicinity. Instead, when your gaze met his, he looked past you as if he’d never seen the light of your eyes, as if he didn’t worship the warm sheen that resided in them nights prior. 

“It’s fine.” You layered your backpack over your shoulder, gaze casted downwards as you kicked your shoes on despite Jason’s attempt to steal a glimpse of your face. “People are going to see us.”

“I doubt anyone’s going to be out at this time now—“ You wished he would’ve said that he didn’t care about being caught. He followed you downstairs, the blades of icicles growing sharper with every step you took. “Slow down!”

“I’ll see you in class.” Your chest swelled again knowing that he’d rather choose not to, but you assured of that matter with a smile. His hand naturally reached out to take your hand, another attempt to stall you for a little while longer.

“Please? Let’s talk—“ Overcome by despair, he held your hand tight, letting the roughness of his palm linger on your own despite every second counting against his morals. Jason squeezed, intertwining his fingers into yours to lock you in place. “I-I think we can—“

But your fingers yanked back at the hook of his fingers, and you reluctantly pulled your arm back to your side. Silence fell, and the sound of Jason’s gulp swayed you back around before trudging out of his home and closing the door shut behind you.

“(M/N)!”

The warmth from your hand remained on Jason’s hand as he watched you march into the night, flexing his fingers at every lingering spark, yet you continued to be the despair of him.

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

[dorkszn]

jason carver is either a service top or a pillow princess and there’s no in between

[steveisagay]

The boys (whoever you have ideas for) with a scremo singer (artist?) Like what they think when they first met? If you need more details for tis lemme know!

Stranger things x Screamo singer!reader

I am so sorry I didn't get to this until now and I'm writing this thinking that the reader hangs out at The Hideout, I hope this is what you wanted!

Eddie

You two probably met one night at The Hideout whether you just happened to be in that night or if you had a gig

He'd think you were so cool when he finds out what music you do

It might not be exactly his style but it's so different than some other styles that he can't help but like it

If you had a gig of some sort he'd definitely be there, hearts in his eyes as he watches from the front of the small little stage

100% your biggest fan without a doubt

He'd try to get you to sing a few songs with Corroded Coffin

He will be your biggest supporter and you his

Steve

He is not into any type of screamo at all

When you two met he was not there by choice

He'd think that you were weird, and a freak but after getting to meet you he'd start to warm up

He would support you, but maybe not as outright as Eddie, he'd show up but he might not get as loud and enthusiastic

He'd be so proud of you for doing what makes you happy, something that he would never be able to do in a thousand years

He definitely sticks out like a sore thumb in his bright polos and soft colors

Billy

He might not always be able to frequent The Hideout but he definitely tries to

You were basically this person he'd never seen before, sure you were hot but there wasn't much more that met his eye

But then you got on mic and damn...

He tried to buy you a drink afterwards

When it got to the point when he's have to go home his number would end up on the napkin under your drink

After you two got together he would brag to everyone about how talented his partner was

Also 100% your biggest fan

Jason

His first instinct would be to call you a Satanist freak

I have no idea how y'all would meet

Maybe highschool?

But if his feelings changed he'd be proud that you were so talented but their would be a few fights some nights

He would think that your style would end up going against his religion

It probably wouldn't last

[ufcow]

the weird urge to make smut hc's of cockwarming jason carver and making him cry his pretty lil eyes out, making him whimper and beg to fuck you, only to get your fingers or cum soaked panties shoved down his throat. by the time you start fucking yourself on him, he's so gone (and humiliated), that he let himself be fucked by you. tbh pussy practically chokin him. he's embarrassed that he likes it.

[thegr33nc0met]

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[junko-en0shima]

━ LOSING GAME - eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: drowning in lover's lake isn't the best unless edward freaking munson is around

warnings: mention of drowning

Being Jason Carver's girlfriend revealed as the worst mistake of your life when he set a double date with a couple of friends at lover's lake at midnight.

You looked around, walking in the awkward silent of the dark woods; only the sound of your feet stepping on dry leaves, your breathes and a few hoots from an old owl watching over you from the tallest tree with its lighting in the dark yellow eyes could be heard.

Why would Jason set a date in the middle of nowhere at midnight when no one can see a thing and maybe trip and fall? You remembered you already tripped and fell when you arrived at the edge of the woods as you were thinking about it; you didn't know that part of Hawkins.

You weren't surprised no people at all were around: it was all dark, the full branches of the trees hindered the light of the moon to light your way through that melancholic place that reminded you somewhat of your mind.

Finally you made it to the lake alive to find Jason sitting on the little bridge, throwing rocks in the water for boredom until he turned to you. "Ah, finally, there you are, (L/N)."

"Nice to see you, Carver." You rolled your eyes; he was getting really annoying recently, but you though it was just because he wasn't completely over Chrissy's death and was still looking for revenge. You realized your couple friends that were supposed to be there weren't around. "So... when are they coming?"

"They're not coming." Was his cold reply. You noticed he looked kinda nervous, so you tried to ask: "Are you okay-"

"Shut up! I know you did it!" He got up. "Did what?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Talked to the freak." He explained he recently spotted you talking to Eddie Munson, the freak of Hawkins High, a few weeks before; he was now accused of Chrissy's murder. "He did not murder Chrissy!" You yelled at him. "Her body was in his trail, so he did!" Jason insisted. "You don't have enough proofs!"

"So now you're by the freak's side?!"

"Yes, I am!" You confirmed. Jason pulled you closer by grabbing your shirt and now he was facing you, eyes filled with rage. "Alright, (Y/N) (L/N)! You definitely crossed the line! Between you and i, it's over!" He let you go by the neck, but he grabbed you again by the waist. "Jason, let me go!" You kicked your legs in the air, but that was hopeless as he threw you into the water like you were a big rock. The worst is that he knew you couldn't swim.

Jason ran away immediantly after throwing you in the cold water. You were freezing, trying hard to stay on the surface, but you couldn't even float. You begun to sink underwater. You closed your eyes as you though your life was about to end that night... until you heard someone diving as you hear bubbles around you. You had no courage to open up your eyes to see who it was until they grabbed you by the waist, but instead of pushing you deeper as you would have expected from Jason they pulled you out of water.

You coughed a few times hard; you tried to open your eyes, but they burned and your sight was fogged. You heard a voice trying to interact with you. "Are you okay?" As you slowly got your sight back, you could clearly see a male figure with long messy hair and a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at yours and a smile of relief on his face as you opened up your eyes.

"Eddie?" You finally spoke, even your throat felt on fire due water being stuck. "I'm glad you're okay." He helped you getting up on your feet. "What were you doing at this time in the water, were you trying to improve your swimming skill?" He knew you couldn't swim. "Jason broke up with me and he attempted to make drown."

"I know. I saw that." He grinned. "Then why you asked?" You asked, raising your eyebrow and crossing your arms to your chest. "I don't know." He chuckled. "I just want to know why you were dating him for all this time. I mean you knew how he was and that he was with Chrissy before you and wasn't done with that yet and-" you gently shut his mouth with your index. "It's okay. Thanks for not letting me drown." You said softly as you forgot to do that before.

You looked at your watch and noticed it was past your bedtime. "Oh fuck. I should be home by now." You were about to walk away, until Eddie spoke. "I should be home, too, but unluckly the whole town is on a freak hunt." You walked back at him. "Do you think your mother would mind if you stayed with me tonight?" You though about that for a few seconds, remembering your mother was away for work that week and your grandma wouldn't mind. "Nah, I don't think so."

"Well, if that's the case... come with me." He grabbed your hand and guided you into a wood bunker at the edge of lover's lake you didn't know how you hadn't noticed before. You entered that old shack to find a few empty beers on the floor and his bed was an old boat left behind. "It's not the most comfortable bed, but that's all I've got for now." He scratched the back of his neck. The two of you lied down in the boat at the same time and though at first it was hard and uncomfortable, the more you lied down the more comfortable it became.

Eddie pulled the cloth over your bodies as a blanket. You could feel his hand gently caressing your hair. "If it bothers you, tell me to stop." But you never felt so comfortable in your entire life. You though to yourself: "Please, don't stop."

[shesthejukeboxhero]

I just realized it’s been about a year since my last post… oops…

Anyways, I’m excited to say I will be making my grand return soon!

I graduate in a week then I have all summer to write new fics! I adjusted the write list a bit, removed some characters to make room for some new ones… very excited for what’s coming!

If you’re too lazy to look at the write list, the new characters I added are Johnny Cage and Kurtis Stryker from Mortal Kombat (specifically MK11 Johnnies, MK1 Johnny, and any version of Stryker!)

This list may change at any time too as I lose or gain passion for writing these characters!

My requests are always open, and I’m not comfortable writing smut yet but I can definitely enjoy bringing your ideas to life!

Unfortunately as time went on, I can’t bring myself to finish the 2nd part of Smart Alec, which is my best-performing fic on this page thus far. I love all the appreciation and support on it, but I have just lost passion for writing for Eric unfortunately. If the time ever returns to where I have passion again, best believe I’ll drop a part two though 😉

So yeah, that’s all for now, stay tuned 🤭

[drmaddict]

Her Wolf

Summary: (Y/n) and Jason are a couple in secret. Everything is perfect. But (Y/n)s brother Eddie had to find out sometime.

Word count: 1.678

How the two had come together was easy to answer.

Jason and (Y/n) had bumped into each other absolutely drunk at a party. Before (Y/n) knew it, she was in an empty bedroom with Jason over her and she was having the best night of her life. Jason was no saint by God. He had taken her like a wild animal and she had surrendered to it all too willingly.

In fact, it should have stayed that way. Jason Carver and (y/n) Munson. It wasn't going to work out anyway.

It's just that it didn't stay that way.

(Y/n) held back, though she couldn't get that night out of her mind. Secretly, she watched him. Tried to sense the beast that was hidden deep within this golden boy.

She didn't see it again until it pulled her into a cubbyhole. He was the wolf and she was Little Red Riding Hood.

Their meetings happend more often.

And if it had remained that way. If they met only because of Sex and lust, both would have understood it.

But at some point, the nature of the relationship changed. At some point, they went out to have coffee in a larger city. At some point, the wolf pulled his Little Red Riding Hood into the closet just to kiss her, suck in her scent, and be wished good luck for the game.

At some point, they slipped notes to each other. At some point, she was in his arms in the back seat of his Jeep, enjoying the warmth of togetherness.

It remained a secret. They both wanted it. What they had was untainted by the outside world. It was supposed to stay that way. But unfortunately, everything had an end at some point.

(Y/n) was lying on the sofa in the trailer. Wayne was at work and Eddie would be busy enough with Hellfire for a long time.

Jason, her wolf, was lying over her. He wasn't kissing her neck. He was biting it. She wasn't holding onto his back. She was scratching him open.

Pleasurable and hard, they gave themselves over to lust. Bathed in sin. Let themselves be devoured and devoured each other.

Jason's skillful didacticism was long gone. He moaned. He grunted. He growled.

She came. Tightened around him, draining even the last of his humanity.

Hard and rough, he bit the crook of her neck. Growled possessively and poured himself inside her.

Breathing heavily, they lay there. Slowly he withdrew his teeth and carefully kissed the bruised area. The imprint was deep. A whimper escaped him. Immediately he felt gentle fingers running through his hair. He pulled her protectively against him. Neither of them said anything.

She let him hold her. He let himself be caressed.

Jason firmly believed that he was wrong. That he shouldn't feel this way. Beating someone in a fight was one thing, but taking a woman so.... To take her so animalistically. He was no better than an animal, no matter how hard he tried to pull himself together in the rest of his life. No matter how perfect he tried to be. In the end, he was just an animal. But (Y/n) accept the animal. Her wolf, she called it. She took him as he was. Full of flaws. His little angel.

It was one of those days when it was hard for him to form words after the act. (Y/n) put him back together again. Gently and sweetly.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Jason nodded, still shaken. "Yes." he whispered back. His voice was hoarse and still a little too low. "I'm sorry." He gently stroked the bite marks. He looked up into her smiling face. She shook her head. "I like it."

He grinned with tired eyes. "Freak." He said it with affection, not hate.

She nudged him in the shoulder with an equal grin. "Says the right guy."

"We should shower," she suggested, but he immediately wrapped his arms tighter around her.

"Not yet." He buried his face against the crook of her neck and took a deep breath. "How long do we have?"

"I don't know. These games can last hours."

And normaly (Y/n) would have been right about that. Except in normal circumstances, Dustin didn't fell over because of an allergic shock.

Jason was just scraping back together the last of his humanity, listening to (Y/n)s hum when a dull bang sounded. Jason turned around in surprise. (Y/n) immediately frantically pulled the small wool blanket over them.

Standing in front of them was a dim-witted Eddie Munson. His metal box lay forgotten beside him.

No one said anything until Eddie snapped out of his stupor. "You son of a-"

He had not been able to taken a step toward them, when (Y/n) stood up, the blanket wrapped around her.

"Take it easy." she determined.

"He - You... What?"

She turned him by the shoulder and pushed him toward the front door. "I'll get dressed now, and you practice how to speek."

With that, she slammed the front door and turned to Jason. He was still staring at her in shock.

"Jason?" she asked, when she realized he was lying there stiff as a board. He was shaking slightly.

"Jason. It's all right. He's not going to do anything."

Jason shook his head. He buried his face in his hands. "He'll tell everyone," he said, upset.

She stroked his silky strands. "Would it be so bad?"

He took a deep breath. "They'll be all over you. The rumors will get worse and worse, and eventually you'll leave me."

"Jason. Jason look at me." The blue eyes looked up at her sadly. "I'm not leaving because of any rumors or high school jokes." She took his face in her hands. "But your reputation might-"

He shook his head. "It's not real anyway." He stroked her neck. "Look at what I always do to you."

She sighed. "Let's get dressed and then I'll beat him into keeping his mouth shut." She kissed him on the forehead. Jason nodded and fished his gym pants off the floor.

(Y/n) came back in a shirt and shorts and yanked open the door. Immediately Eddie came into the room. "I'm against this! This stops right now!" he shouted and ran into the trailer like a startled chicken.

"Self-determination is not happening here?" asked (Y/n) sarcastically.

"No! You're my little sister!"

She slapped her hand to her forehead. "Eddie!" she ripened, annoyed.

"If you're just playing with her to-"

"Get a grip, Freak." Jason immediately spat.

"I've got better things to do, than pick girls based solely on how much it bothers you."

Eddie looked at him venomously. "If you hurt her, and I swear by all the gods I've ever heard of, you'll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair."

Jason looked at him, unimpressed. They both crossed their arms in front of their chests.

"WE decide when this comes out! Got that Freak?!"

Eddie stretched out his hand to Jason. Jason gripped it exaggeratedly tight.

"Good."

"Good."

Eddie turned to her. "There's no fucking in the trailer and - What the hell did you do to her neck? What are you? An octopus?"

Jason turned away from him, annoyed, and reached for his shirt. The fresh, still slightly bloody scratches beamed at Eddie.

He looked back and forth between the two of them with gigantic eyes.

"I'm going to go bleach the images out of my brain," he said monotonously, and walked into his room.

They both looked after him. (Y/n) rolling her eyes. Jason amused. Annoying the freak like that was fun, too.

"That went pretty well, didn't it?" shrugged (Y/n).

Jason looked at her intently. "Is that my shirt?"

"No."

"I've been looking for that for weeks!"

"You're welcome to wear it."

"How generous."

Eddie, as usual, gathered his sheep to go to school. The first was Gareth. He dropped into his seat, exhausted. He whimpered out.

"What's wrong Gareth?" asked Eddie cheerfully as he drove on.

Gareth just gave him a telling look. "What's wrong Gareth?" he mimicked him. He grunted something into his non-existent beard.

(Y/n) smirked. Eddie still thought she knew nothing about the two. After Jason left the night before, Eddie had taken off and did not come back until after midnight. She did not want to know what he had done to Gareth.

"Have you guys ever noticed that Jason's really been leaving us alone lately," Gareth muttered.

Eddie clung tighter to his steering wheel. "No. Why?"

Gareth shrugged. "I'm just saying. Last time he smacked me was probably three months ago or so."

He mused. "Right. At Bowers' party."

Eddie looked stubbornly down the street. She smirked a little to herself. He'd even left them alone when they were just having sex.

Gareth shrugged. "Probably just finally getting laid."

Eddie made a full stop, sending Gareth flying forward. Eddie catched him with one arm.

"DUDE!"

Eddie looked at (Y/n) nervously. She rolled her eyes. "Just Gareth.", she said firmly.

"She's fucking Carver!" shouted Eddie at Gareth, as if he were a kid telling Mom that the little sister had just stolen his toy.

Gareth turned to her in surprise.

"You guys were the ones in the bedroom at the party? Right? We had to turn the music up to drown your sounds out."

"That's the point you were holding on to now?" asked Eddie, upset.

"You didn't hear that. They were like two wild animals!"

"Lalalalalala!" sang Eddie loudly, and took off again.

Gareth turned back to (Y/n). "Thank you for your service to the community." She nodded, waving it of.

"I won't say anything, if you don't." She held out her hand to him. He took it.

"You don't sound any better.", she muttered. "Just so you know." Eddie looked at her, startled.

"Eyes on the road!" yelled Gareth, grabbing the steering wheel that Eddie had let go in shock.

[mamaestapa]

J. Carver Masterlist

• take on me

• late nights & early mornings

*i do not write for jason anymore, these are just old works :)*

[steveisagay]

Jason Carver That....

Jason Carver that was a virgin when he met you

Jason Carver that waited until he knew you were the one he wanted to marry one day

Jason Carver that whined and whimpered and finished way too fast when he first got his hands on you

Jason Carver that had to cover your mouth with his hand when he finally gets comfortable with fucking you

Jason Carver that still doesn't last long, but he makes sure to make up for it

[cold-v0dka]

I need more jason carver x fem!reader fics

[squishy-mochi-is-bright-pink]

~requests open~

I'm opening requests back up for the next month or so, I take requests for the following characters:

-Tyler Galpin (Wednesday)

-Eggsy Unwin (kingsmen)

-Steve Harrington (stranger things)

-Jason carver (stranger things)

-Agatha (the school for good and evil)

-Sophie (the school for good and evil)

-tedros (the school for good and evil)

Percy jackson

-Percy jackson

-annabeth Chase

-Leo Valdez

-Piper McLean

-Jason Grace

Send in a character and any ideas or requests

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𝙻𝙶𝙱𝚃𝚀+

𝙿𝙾𝙲 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚖

𝚂𝚞𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚖

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜

𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎

𝚂𝙰

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗩𝗘

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 / ⚠️

𝚈/𝚗'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗d 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎... / ⚠️

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢/𝚗. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢/𝚗 / ⚠️

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 / ⚠️

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 / 🏳️‍🌈

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 "𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 / sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍!𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚗𝚘" 𝚝𝚘𝚘

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢!𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 / 🏳️‍🌈

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡

𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 / ⚠️

𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 / ⚠️

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙-𝙳𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 "𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 / sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 about 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢/𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎en 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 / ⚠️

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢/𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚢/𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 / ⚠️

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 / 🏳️‍🌈

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢/𝚗'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚢 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚢/𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 / ⚠️

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛!𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 / ⚠️

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 . 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍!𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚗𝚘" 𝚝𝚘𝚘

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 / ⚠️

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎!𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛!𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 / ⚠️ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 / ⚠️

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚢 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚑. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 / ⚠️

𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙱𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍

𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗧𝗢𝗡

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 / 🏳️‍🌈

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 "𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜" 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋. 𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 / sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 / 🏳️‍🌈

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 . 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍!𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚗𝚘" 𝚝𝚘𝚘

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚅𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎!𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚔𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛!𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 / ⚠️ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚍!𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚘𝚜

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 / 🏳️‍🌈

𝗝𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗥

𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢

𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛!𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 / ⚠️

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 / ⚠️

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢/𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙹𝙹 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜? sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 -- 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙-𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 /⚠️

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚢/𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢/𝚗, 𝙹𝙹 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 / ⚠️

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝙹'𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝙹'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜. 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 / ⚠️ sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙿𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 / ⚠️ ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝙹𝙹 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 / ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏᴍ

𝙱𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚌𝚞𝚝!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝗝𝗝 𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢/𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙹𝙹 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?

𝙹𝙹 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 / ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ

𝙹𝙹 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝙹

𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗡

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 / ⚠️ sᴇʀɪᴇs

𝐓𝐇𝐄 100 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗞𝗘

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚊𝚑𝚊, 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚢/𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 / ᴍɪɴɪ sᴇʀɪᴇs / ⚠️

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢/𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢/𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢/𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢/𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢/𝚗

𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗕𝗬 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗞

𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 / ⚠️

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢/𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘? 𝙾𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 / ⚠️

✍︎︎

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓:

"ɪ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ" - ʀᴀғᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ

ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ. - ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏʀ sǫᴜɪʀᴛ? - sᴜʙ!sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɢɴᴛᴏɴ x sᴜʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴅᴏᴍ!ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ

ᴍᴇᴀɴ!ʙᴇʟʟᴀᴍʏ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ x ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʙᴜᴢᴢᴄᴜᴛ!ʀᴀғᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʙᴜʟʟʏ!ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ x ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒:

ғᴏʀʙɪᴅ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ)

ғᴏʀʙɪᴅ (ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ)

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