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Prompt 1: Envoy
FFXIVWrite 2023
The Crystarium - Norvrandt; Then
"...And a jar of honey, please?"
"Of course. Anything more, miss?"
Wisp hid a wince at this last with a quick shake of their head and a hastily summoned flit of a smile. The top of their tail twitched, but this, they hoped, might be obscured by the swing of their robe hem as they shifted to accept the full sack of goods from the shopkeep's deft hands.
"Thank you, no. This ought to be it." The stiffness of their smile eased a little as they fished the proper coin - well, what they hoped was the proper coin, in a currency still new to them - from the small stash in their belt pouch.
The shopkeep - Aron, Wisp had learned he was called the last time they had been here, a month ago, no, two - smiled in turn as he accepted the coin. But he paused in the midst of the swift count of the tumbled stack, mouth working like it was forming words not spoken, rubbing one coin between blunt fingers.
"Is…anything amiss?" Their smile slipped, ears tipping back, watching that coin pass between his fingers. Coinage was not a necessity, here, in the lands spared the Flood - bartering could be done - but always there was more to be obtained, and less earned for what work they could do for any outside Il Mheg. If they'd been fleeced with false coin, not knowing enough of what it ought to look like, or even simply counted wrong…
"Amiss? Wh-Oh!" Aron followed their gaze to the coin in his fingers, and abruptly his hesitation melted into the quick laugh that Wisp remembered from their last dealings. “With the coin? No.” The shape of that laugh - the humor had guided their steps toward his stall in the midst of the somber air that often seemed to wind through even the beauty of this crystal-lit sanctuary when first they’d properly ventured here a month ago - no, two - lingered a moment even as Aron’s mouth worked again.
“It’s just…” An in-drawn breath, and his eyes dropped away from Wisp’s, his brow furrowing as Wisp’s own arched up as he visibly shifted the question he’d been about to voice. Instead: “They like honey, do they? The…Up in Il Mheg, that is.”
Wisp’s tail twitched once, again, then stilled, fingers tightening around the rough fabric of their woven sack. A deliberately slow breath to let the stiffness ease as their green eyes met the hyur’s grey ones, to allow the brief smile to come easier. “Oh, the honey is for me. The flowers the bees here can draw from here have their own particular taste, you know.”
“...Right.” It was another long beat before he broke eye contact. Only once he did could Wisp feel their shoulders begin to relax.
“Thank y-”
“But you are their envoy, aren’t you? Il Mheg. The Pixies.” The new voice was higher, fierce in a way that pinned Wisp’s ears back even before the hand gripped their forearm from behind. Instinct froze them, their eyes locked onto Aron’s wide - wide, shocked, but not surprised - as the speaker shifted herself into view. A slight woman, really, shorter than Wisp and sapling-thin, despite the strength in the fingers still dug into Wisp’s arm, grey threading the dark of her ragged braid.
“I’m sorry?” It was all Wisp could think to say, as though they’d misheard.
“You. You’re their envoy, their messenger. I’ve seen you - you must be.” Her voice was hoarse with that fierceness - no, desperation.
“Envoy? I - No. I’m sorry,” Wisp repeated, this time with full awareness, a shiver of something akin to fear raising the fur along their tail as the woman tightened her grip still further. “No.” Whoever - whatever - they were to the few Pixies who tolerated their presence at the bare edge of their domain, it was no envoy.
“No? But - yes, you are. You speak with them. They all say so. You must speak with them.” The woman, dark eyes standing out of that desperation-scarred face, stepped closer, into Wisp’s space, into their breath. “You must-”
“Nonna…” Aron’s hesitant protest walked over Wisp’s hiss of pain, toppled by the woman’s rising voice.
“You have to help. To tell them. My son. My son crossed their border. He’d heard you could. He just wanted to see - just wanted - but he hasn’t come back. He hasn’t come back. He meant no harm, but he hasn’t-” her voice cracked, then, shredding over the words, “he hasn’t come back.”
Wisp could feel the fear in them, could see their own fear reflected back in the woman’s eyes, so close. They knew - how could they not? - what became of trespassers to Il Mheg. They’d seen the leaf men. The wanderers. The drowned. The woman would have heard rumors, stories.
And Wisp had heard more than that. Cries, in the dark, in the fog. Whispers, in their own ears. Requests turned to impetuous threats, the demand of a child with the powers of an ageless magical being to back them.
“I’m sorry,” they repeated again, a whisper this time. A step back. A tug of their arm, away - away. “I’m not…I cannot help you.”
“You must, no, you must-My son - you must do something. Please, please-” a cry broken on a sob
“Nonna-”
“You must-”
“I am sorry - please-I-”
The fingers slipped, strength gone of them as that woman’s face crumpled in on its hope, fragmented in the shards of light cast out from the crystal encasing them.
And Wisp turned, and fled, half a shadow of themselves, the heat of shame burning into the icy fear pressed into their arm where the woman’s - the mother’s - fingers had gripped them, into the numb skin of the silvery white scar just beneath where that scar had been. They stumbled a step, those cries ringing in their ears, walking but fleeing all the same. Away from the Crystarium and the thin safety of its walls. Back to the tumbled stones of the scant shelter they had found here on this world.
Back to the nightmare dressed in the finery of a dream that was - could be - Il Mheg.
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The Central Shroud, Gridania, The Source; Now
Leaves shushed and whispered overhead, around, through - a thin wall of sound, of safety - speaking but not speaking, a language of wind, of life, of-
“Hey. You.”
Wisp’s eyes snapped open, gloved hands following suit, instinctively dropping the small trowel that had hung limp from their grip a moment before even before their eyes had fully registered the shape, the color, the meaning of the boots planted just beyond where they were crouched, off the path leading onward to the Eastern Shroud.
They’d been drifting, again, they knew - but knowing it, recognizing it, and stopping it were such different things, yet. And there was little time, now, for self-recrimination as Wisp’s gaze traced the boots up to a moss-green tunic, and up again to a still face made all the more impassive by the beech half-mask, so alike to Wisp’s own, that shielded the upper half of the face of the Elezen man standing over them, lance in hand. Wood Wailer.
And here were they, marks of moss up their arms for any who looked closely in the gap between glove and sleeve, hands in the dirt of the Shroud, reaching for its protected plants. A belated wave of stiff fear caught at their breath.
“I’ve permission,” they managed, when their breath rocked back into them. The wood wailer’s face - unfamiliar, still, in the short time since they’d been back, and keeping away from the city and the guild as much as possible. They cleared their throat and tried again. “I’ve the permission of the Fane, for this. Sustainable gathering - taking only as needed,” they added, unnecessarily, tipping their raised, empty hands toward the full-leaved plant before them.
The Wood Wailer snorted, then, and lifted his gaze from them to the wider forest beyond. The spear remained with its butt planted on the ground, held almost loosely. “I know. Wisp Alsentia, yes?”
Wisp nodded, hands half-signing assent before they fully processed he might not see. “Yes. Is there something amiss?”
He started to shake his head, then paused, and lifted his free hand to scratch his chin as he looked down at them again. “You tell me. The Sylphs want to see you, I hear. You’re their envoy?”
Wisp’s mouth tightened, ears tipping back as they pushed slowly up out of their crouch, following the shift of his gaze down the path East, toward the Sylphlands, out of sight from the ground, but sensed, somehow, in any case. Wisp could not remember if that had always been so, that sense.
“That is not the word for it, I think,” they offered, softly. Envoy - that word again.
The man’s attention snapped back to them, no real expression visible on his face, still, as his head tilted just slightly. “What would you call it, then? You’ve worked with them.”
“Aye,” Wisp allowed, “I have. Assisted them, as asked - as I could.”
“An assistant, then.” This said with a barest hint of humor. “Then, think you would assist them again?”
One ear flicked back toward him. “Are they…in need of assistance?” Their voice was only slightly less tight than it would have been had not that humor colored the question.
“You tell me.” The Wood Wailer’s head tilted just a little further, enough to look uncomfortable. Wisp turned fully back to face him, then, looking into the non-face of his mask as he looked back into theirs.
“What…do you mean?” this time their hands echoed their words, signing the confusion.
“I think they do. Can you feel it? I think they are seeking you. Will you. Assist them?”
For a moment Wisp’s mouth tightened again, as they swallowed. Always dangerous, any agreement with any form of Fae. Any promise, all the more so, if vague.
“Aye. I can try.”
The Wood Wailer nodded, and before Wisp could react or frame a coherent question, he melted back into the woods - in the way of a trained hunter, or a shadow, or magic given other form.
Wisp stood a moment, looking after his emptiness, then turned slowly to face East again, listening to the leaves whisper. Could they help? They must.
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shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this
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Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.
#katniss everdeen#the hunger games trilogy#the hunger games#primrose everdeen#hunger games#batcavescolony reads the hunger games#suzanne collins#'now it seems i have become someone precious' NOW? GIRL BFFR you're their hunter girl#and this isn't negative just bffr girl#your WHOLE DISTRICT did the three finger salute that you yourself says means admiration thanks and goodbye to someone you love and on top is#old a rarely used. your WHOLE DISTRICT decided in that moment that they needed to bring back this sign of respect for YOU#...................................................................#idk why some people are thinking i mean this as negative i don't she is unreliable but its not intentional. like when Peeta heart stoped in#CF she doesn't know what Finnick is doing at first cus she doesn't know off the top of her head what cpr is. she also thinks Peeta after the#reaping is acting for the cameras. he isnt we dind out later his mom basically told him Katniss was gonna win and he would die. obviously#shes not doing it on purpose shes just for lack of better words uneducated? as in she doesn't know everything shes not omnipotent#so when Plutarch (? second games guy) shows her his mokingjay hiden watch shes like *wtf that's weird?* then the people traveling to#district 13 show her the mockingjay cookie and explains it and she then goes on the difference between his watch and their cookie#and why does eveyone act as if district 12 is as bad as the capital? they CANT help Katniss and Prim in the way you want. they cant give#them food. none of them have any! and im not putting iton Katniss but they hid they needed food so they could stay together. it sounds like#some of you are in this our world mentally of what people do after a loved one dies (brings food constantly checks on them etc) district 12#cant do that. they dont have food and they're all suffering. you cant give someone food when you have none to give. then theirs the fact#that peeta DID help. Peeta buring the bread and tossing some to her then taking a beating from his mom is a HUGE thing in the books.#he used his resources to help her like you all said someone should.#district 12 DID (rip) care about Katniss before the hunger games. why do you think she was allowed to hunt? or how her trades were good#these are the little ways 12 can shows Katniss they love her. but again Katniss doesn't see this and YES its because she had ptsd before the#hunger games as well. i swear some of you make it seem like d12 was all living a life of luxury and glaring down at Katniss.#other things that show Katniss is in hight standing with at least her people of d12 is her dad was known enough through d12 for peeta dad to#comment on his singing along with his commenting on her mom. also her mom is a healer in the community. yeah her parents arnt the top but#of d12 but they are/were definitely high staning in the Seam.
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LISTEN. Ambessa could've solved the situation. She is the Twink Hunter 3000, she could've confused Silco enough to save him from himself
Although, now that I think about it, Silco is a bit too old for Ambessa :(
#my art#sketchy sketch#arcane#silco arcane#ambessa arcane#see you can have old man yaoi too without Vanco happening#Ambessa is strapped and ready to go#Silco would not survive#it's a good thing they did not meet :D#ambessa is even more problematic fave than silco
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just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you
pssst. check this out on inprnt :]
#pssst also. you should click/zoom on this. for better quality and to see all my silly little details :] hooty hoo#this is my totkversary thing im just too impatient to wait till the 12th LOL. big shoutout to this game tht has ruined my life. and zelink.#zelink#light dragon#link#zelda#loz#totk#princess zelda#totk spoilers#link totk#zelda totk#tears of the kingdom#loz fanart#i had soooo much fun drawing this i really did. i think this is a good capstone piece for how much ive improved so far this year#i still have a long ways to go ofc but. i am pleased ^_^ nd i am glad i can use zink like experiments to do so hehe#anyway. YURI FOREVERRRRR BITCH#my art
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girl who lives in a cave
#ok i started batgirl 2000... its peak#i mean caveat caveat caveat for all the sht that happens in 90s comics but cass rules so hard#“how are you going to fight someone you cant hit?” “you tell me” lived rent free in my brain for days afterwards... shes Her#batgirl#cassandra cain#cass cain#batgirl 2000#batgirl comics#dc#dc comics#barbara gordon#oracle dc#batman#im on like issue 23? where bruce and babs are talking about casss deal w shiva. i love how bruce sees a lot of himself in cass (accurate) s#he decides he should treat her like himself (bad!!). its very human#the thing i keep thinking is “they should give her white eyes to emote like batman” and thank goodness they did later#im reading batgirl 2024 too but obviously theres only 2 issues out so far#panel redraw#id in alt#2024
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best description of morgan spurlock's legacy ever
#morgan spurlock#super size me#he did a bad thing (lying out his ass)#that had a good effect (getting healthier foods into fast food restaurants)#the definition of “complicated legacy”#either way he died too young#may the vegan food be decent wherever you end up dude
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I don't want to regret the way I lived
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#yuji itadori#gojo satoru#nobara kugisaki#nanami kento#choso kamo#junpei yoshino#jjk leaks#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#this idea started as a 2 part series . then my braincells decided to spark and supplied 7 PAGES#'did you sleep hina' no#ws looking up mentally stable things like 'who has died in jjk' smh i love my hyperfixation media im sooooo glad so many ppl r DEAD#i *could* have included more ppl but i think this is a good crew. this is a yuuji emotional support crew#also Was gna include his grandpa final panel but i Did Not Want To#he is implied through th dialogue#side note i donot like how i cn see this scenario playing out . ..yuuji this isnt ur stop u r monopoly voice Just Visiting ok >:(#anyway I broke my own heart with this and ik i hyped it up a lot but i hope that its not just me...#hope i did not hype it up fr nothing and no one else finds it devastating :((((( that would b humbling in the worst way#pls ...join the happy party train.......i hate it here i suffered pls :<<<<#also !!!! colours in this !! i cooked i fear . adding th first bit of warm hitting yuuji's face after th first 2 panels....#ive never had that kind of experience while drawing before it was wild . painful ! but wild.#the whole transition from p 2->3 might b the most emotionally moving piece ive ever made to me#not 2 sing my own praises tho i will shut up ! i wil. nap
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he's so crazy we can't take him anywhere 😭🤣
#how atlus felt making the black mask design by far the most visually disturbing horrific thing witnessed by human eyes#what the FUCK is he wearing. what is that fucking OIL SPILL#didnt even BOTHER looking up a reference bc it was so hideous i didnt want to see it again.#“a persona users outfit reflects their desires and the manifestation of their persona” IS LOKI SUPPOSED TO BE A FUCKING ZEBRA??????????????#I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE THEY DID HIM SO DIRTY#ONLY GOOD THING ABT HIS OUTFIT IS THE SEXY SERRATED SWORD THAT COMES WITH IT#anyway i genuinely dont give a fuck if this isnt the canon design i refuse to draw that one#there is no way this bitch was the one behind all the mental shutdowns he looks like he cant even hold a sword 😭😭 stupid femboy twink😭😭#anyway i digress i loved watching his sanity rapidly deteriorate as he got the deer in headlights stare when he looked at you#anyway akechi flopped with this one 0/10 don't come back like this again#imagine dying in this fit not even the flames of hell would burn hotter than my unadultered rage 💀💀#persona 5#persona 5 royal#p5#p5r#goro akechi#akechi goro#lotus draws
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#All the recent gomens news has been stressing me out and slowly drawing details helps to take my mind off things#good omens#crowley#did most of the colouring on paper and then just finished up in digital
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FNAF Sun reviews Michael Afton’s art,,
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf sun#sundrop#fnaf daycare attendant#michael afton#fnaf#security breach#fnaf 4#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#I’ll never stop talking about his Michael is good at art#even sun has to agree but obviously has his critics#sun likes more fun art not the moody shit Michael just did#Michael doesn’t know whether to feel insulted or flattered#though that trauma thing he isn’t gonna clear up for awhile 💀
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buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#(the origin of halloween huh) (oooh)#why yes i did wake up way too early to watch the stream and will have no memory of drawing this later#anyway THE MAGIC BOOK IS BACK TO EAT US ONCE AGAIN!!!!#this does make things make a lot more sense if it doesn't have to. y'know. actually take place in the established world#like how jack and sally are apparently just gonna be THERE as themselves WHY NOT#i'm certainly not complaining mind you#scully looks like he's gonna be super adorable and i love him already#spooky scary skeleman who just goes :O a lot and is excited for halloween#he seems like he might actually be more of a fusion of jack and sally? or maybe i'm just reading too much into it#still getting jazzy vibes off of him though. is not scully j graves an incredible jazz musician name.#does this open up the possibility that the last time we went into the book there was a sexy anime boy stitch just offscreen the whole time#...maybe some things are best left uncontemplated#god everyone in this event looks fantastic i'm so glad i saved up some keys after all#a little sad that there's no lilia but you know what the fact that a halloweentown malleus exists is still pretty dang good#and sebek's hat is SO tall#the biggest hat for the loudest boy#i hope oogie is here too i need him and jamil to meet#i need jamil to be faced with a guy who's just a bunch of bugs standing on each other's shoulders in a trenchcoat#i am not coherent right now i just needed to get this out before i go pass out again
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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.
if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.
but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?
what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.
and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.
you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.
so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.
it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.
sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.
oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.
#warm up#this isn't good#writeblr#this is complicated by the fact i can't stand up too long or i fuckken pass out and <3 hit my damn head <3#but i did take a deep breath and buy myself the stupid rice cooker#and!!! a very cheap sushi kit!!! i have been wanting to try making sushi for literally YEARS#the kit was only like 15 dollars!!!! and i haven't purchased it bc?!!??!?!?!?!!?#..... i didn't get the mixer tho that felt. like a lot. like too much.#on my list is a kitchenaid. one day when i get a check and i have paid off my student debt#and medical debt#i will put that first little bit of cash#into a kitchenaid 5qt stand mixer (with attachments)#i really do just go into their refurbished section and stare lustily at each option#but yeah i feel guilty about the rice cooker even tho i know for a fact this damn thing is gonna be a lifesaver#oh shit also fuck i forgot to mention . poached eggs
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Sooooo, karaoke night must have been wild, here’s my rendition of it. Enjoy.
#billford#digital art#gravity falls#artists on tumblr#the book of bill#becuase one thing led to another#what the hell does that mean Ford?#did you fuck the triangle?#was it good at least?
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#good omens#aziracrow#crowley#aziraphale#ineffable husbands#so my dash finally did a funny thing#lmao#it's like a mini comic
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I love how on Tumblr, "media literacy" has become "Um, just because someone writes about this doesn't mean they're endorsing this. I hate all these media puritans ruining everything."
I'm sad to inform you that knowing when and whether an author is endorsing something, implying something, saying something, is also part of media literacy. Knowing when they are doing this and when they're not is part of media literacy. Assuming that no author has ever endorsed a bad thing is how you fall for proper gander. It's not media literacy to always assume that nobody ever has agreed with the morally reprehensible ideas in their work.
Sometimes, authors are endorsing something, and you need to be aware when that happens, and you also need to be aware when you're doing it as an author. All media isn't horny dubcon fanfic where you and the author know it's problematic IRL but you get off to it in the privacy of your brain. Sometimes very smart people can convince you of something that'll hurt others in the real world. Sometimes very dumb people will romanticize something without realizing they're doing it and you'll be caught up in it without realizing that you are.
Being aware of this is also media literacy. Being aware of the narrative tools used to affect your thinking is media literacy. Deciding on your own whether you agree with an author or not is media literacy. Enjoying characters doing bad things and allowing authors to create flawed or cruel characters for the sake of a story is perfectly fine, but it is not the same as being media literate. Being smug about how you never think an author has bad intentions tells me you're edgy, not that you're media literate. You can't use one rule to apply to all media. That's not how media literacy works. Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Aheem heem. Anyway.
#anyway this is just more of that lefty shit where 'well i can't be racist because i'm gay!'#'well i can't be media illiterate because i love villains!'#not how that works babes#'well I KNOW bad from good so i can't be affected by media!'#'everyone else also knows bad from good and defines it the exact way i do!'#'so if i think this is bad then the author must also think this is bad!'#i have bad news ....#also how do you know bad from good? who taught you that? hmm?#did you fall out of the womb knowing? or did you pick up some things on the way here?#'i just know' no you don't! that's what i'm saying!#assuming one thing is always true is the opposite of being a conscious consumer of media soz#assuming someone thinks and knows the exact same shit you think and know is not media literacy!!
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