#SO CRAZY WOWEE

[pockyfr0g]

SUPER COOL 🦋

[silveme]

Sigma has been in Overwatch for five. FIVE!!! 🖐️ (<-12345. Count it.)

Slutty..

Slutty…

SLUTTY….

YEARS!!! 🎉🥳🎊👏🍾🥂

In celebration of that fact, here is my piece for @afterlematch ‘s Sigma anniversary collab! Original post is HERE. Final composition and the original png is under the cut! 👇

[sadnesshotline]

she a baddie w her baddie friend 👯❄️ @aharris00britney x @ayoshi angel now available for early access!

[tinakibed]

i get too embarrassed to reread my posted fics but i was looking through my comments for fun and this also made me cry cause i forgot i made that analogy 😭

[tgirljoker]

15 minutes into this blunt and i burst into tears after thinking about my father for 3 seconds

[vaeolus]

woooowwwwww mood stabilizers are no joke.. took 25mg of seroquel when i felt myself start getting anxious and i got a little sleepy but otherwise almost all my anxiety went away enough to rationalize it...... thats crazy......

[nathanialhowe]

love u pentiment n FUCK martin luther

[eversncenewyork]

i’m fucked for real LMAO

[ace-with--a-mace]

betterflys and ubliquitys outfits eat

[cloudprincesslady]

y'all i am so obsessed with my dark urge OC like

i was obsessed with my tav OC bc she's based on the first DND character I ever played 6+ years ago and so she has a rich backstory and inner life that only I am aware of and I live in pain every day because of it

but the dark urge... I just made a character and was like "I'll come up with the details as I play" and boy. howdy. did I. she's everything. I wanna talk about her SO BADLY.

[what-the-floofin]

So how do baby taurs work for the equitaurs and cervitaurs in your stuff?

Oh that's a good one actually - lots to talk about! Too much for one post, but gotta start somewhere. Enjoy some messy micro scribbles peppered throughout. They were originally very very tiny so, pardon blurriness.

I've got my Taurs running overall pretty similar to equine cycles and gestations - meaning they are what you call 'long-day triggered' by the spring and summer seasons.

(Though they do cycle throughout the year, just at slower rates and less consistently over cooler seasons)

This goes for the cervitaurs too - rather than using the shorter gestation of their deer alikes - as they and their foals are a bit bigger and more complex to deal with. Which also goes to suggest that twins/multiples are not a frequent occurrence for cervitaurs in comparison to actual deer, and inherently poses as much danger as it does for equines instead. Possible, but high risk and incredibly demanding.

So, you're looking at an 11 month gestation on average, and typically starting in a mid-spring to late-summer window. Which places most taurs at being born early-spring to mid-summer. It's most uncommon to be winter born, but not weird tbh.

Foals are super awkward, there's no getting around that, and in the first year they have a ridiculous growth rate when compared to other sentient creatures of similar lifespans.

These things are weeds - the difference from one day old to three months old is phenomenal alone. They are, however, cooked a little further along than what you'd be comparing to for a newborn human. They're able to support themselves enough to avoid outright injury (think like a 3-4 month old baby), but gaining actual control of all those limbs takes a bit more time. The equine half however would be a touch undercooked for a horse. Just physically, in size. No worries about comparative internal developments, that's all good and ready to go.

So they're typically gonna spend shy of their first month feeding and sleeping, practicing rolling up, sitting and limb coordination to build strength for self-standing. If mama has places to be, that baby is getting carried.

I also absolutely subscribe to the idea of arms being naturally held close to torso prior to having balance and coordination. It would support them a lot! Then it becomes a self-soothing gesture seen in the anxious, and an instinctive positional response when badly startled. Tuck in!

By three months you can expect them to be racing on their little stilt legs - albeit still with the occasional wobble and spill. And wowee did that happen fast when you think about it.

While the zoomies are a lot, they're balanced out by the fact that so much oncoming growth means foals crash nap very frequently. These buggers sleep a lot. It's go hard and sleep hard on endless rotation. Play, snack, nap, rinse and repeat.

This accelerated growth races away throughout their first year, and then drops right back into something a bit more reasonable - at least when you're considering it from the human perspective!

Yet in comparison to how they first started out, it's practically snail paced.

I'm meaning, you look at the size of a 3 month old horse foal, and that's the closest comparison to a 2 year old taur foal in body. Every 'horse foal month' thereafter starts guiding the next 'taur foal year' visual until you hit that yearling horse look for a taur when they're 10-11 years old. Then by that point, they've reached most of their full leg length, and the next 10 years is focused on finishing the bulking out of their frame.

(click to enlarge I hope) - Featuring my lass Thalo here haha

By rule of thumb I just have both equid and humanoid aspects grow in relative balance to each other, lanky stages and all. From the human perspective, the humanoid half grows crazy fast at first and then becomes comparatively similar. From the horse perspective, the equine half is crazy slow and always is. It would also give credit to having a higher physical durability than their animal counterparts. More time was spent growing!

It's worth noting that a lot of perceived 'weirdness' only comes from trying to compare them purely 1 to 1 with either horse, deer or human kids. Taurs are their own thing though! And nature's most consistent attitude is to Find What Works and Do it. No matter how wack, if it works it's used.

So, a rapid starting growth tapered into a much slower rate once they're stabilised and running was just the path that worked best for this Taur survival. Keep it simple!

There's always more to cover, but this is chunky enough for now. Whew!

[preeningpisces]

Geto NSFW Headcanons

Im gonna try not to be biased because this is my main bitch right here 🖤

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write about any of these headcanons

(literally any ask about Geto will make me do somersaults—backflips, even)

18+ content below the cut, mdni, implied chubby f!reader

Pre-Incident

꩜ Geto is interesting because before he snaps and after he snaps feel like two different vibes in regards to sex

꩜ Doting, almost like a service-dom. He likes taking care of you, but he also prefers to have control. Though not so controlling that he can’t ever be submissive

꩜ Major smooth-talker, like Gojo said, he has a silver tongue. Likes a mixture of praise and degradation. The degradation is usually teasing, and doesn’t extend past the usual slut, whore, etc. range…usually

꩜ Sometimes it comes out corny tho lmfao pls roast him when it does

꩜ Good at making you feel sexy. The type that will kiss you all over, giving extra affection to areas you aren’t as fond of. It’s difficult at first, but with time you become more comfortable

꩜ Very sensual, and intimate. He has good self-control, & is very patient so he can draw things out & drive you crazy. Like he can spend all-too-long just toying with your mouth, denying you the kiss you so desperately want. Barely brushing your lips and teeth with his thumb, before pinching your tongue between fingers. Wowee

꩜ Refuses to kiss you after absorbing curses. Even though no one else can taste them, the thought of tasting like that is enough for for him to refuse; he doesn’t want you to go through it too. Also, tasting shit-vomit in your mouth doesn’t exactly get the schlong schlinging, yknow

꩜ I suspect absorbing curses gives him an immediate surge of negative emotions, so he usually needs space. Sometimes he just wants to hold you, or be held, in silence

꩜ Can be surprisingly playful in bed

꩜ Really likes fucking you from below. Smooshing your soft breasts and stomach against him, and feeling your weight on top of him. Holding you still so he can rail you while whispering sappy, dirty shit in your ear. I’m passing out someone help

꩜ I’ve been poisoned by the perv!geto fics on here, and can’t see him as not being a secret pervert. Just slightly. It takes a while for him to reveal that side to you, since he tries to appear refined and respectable

꩜ Definitely the type that likes music in the background; I see him as someone who cares about music a lot in general. You know he likes you if he’s sharing song recs

꩜ Lots of playlists, and even has a few sex playlists with different moods. Usually prefers things that are chill, but has a few harder-hitting songs—this is why he needs the playlists, lol. He doesn’t like when the vibe changes too much

꩜ One time you sneak Cbat onto his playlist & make him laugh so much he loses his boner. At that point did you really win? Hmm?

꩜ Tbh he’s got game & is aware of it. You gotta humble him occasionally or else he becomes insufferable

Post-Incident

꩜ This Geto is a lot more self-centered, aggressive, and sadistic in bed. I wouldn’t say he’s a tyrant tho

꩜ Will legit punish you when you disobey, no funishments here. Big into humiliation

꩜ My heart is telling me shibari, especially the kind that can be hidden beneath clothes. Particular about the color, and will pick ones that flatter your skin tone. Obsessed with the way the ropes pinch and dig into your soft body. He’ll bite and squeeze the parts that spill over the ropes

꩜ One punishment would be walking around secretly tied up, but the style where one of the ropes rubs against your pussy as you walk. It sounds nice at first, but that bitch is gonna chafe for sure

꩜ He’s more selfish than before, yes, but he still maintains a proclivity for doting—we all see how he spoils his daughters! It’s like, he gets his turn first, and when it’s your turn, it's your turn. Multiple orgasm king. He’ll do it until you’re sobbing tho, so pray for your pussy

꩜ Loves making you choke on his cock—gets kind of intense with the bjs. Mfer needs to chill (and buy you some throat lozenges)

꩜ Doggystyle is his favorite without a doubt, he just wants to pin your face to the bed and watch your ass bounce

꩜ A lot of the previous stuff is still applicable to some degree, but I think he has a lot less patience at this point, and is waaaay more into degradation & domination

꩜ He gets legitimately mean sometimes lmfao it’s like you gotta have 2 safewords: one for physical intensity level, and the other for bullying level 😭

꩜ Would he sleep with a non-sorcerer? Honestly, I can’t decide. If he did tho, he would be SO FUCKING MEAN I don’t even want to think about it !!!

꩜ Does he use monkey in bed unironically?? Chat pls advise

[crguang]

kafka is such an act of service and gift giving girlie its actually crazy… like guys. she’s so the type to anticipate your needs and act accordingly. you don’t even have to say anything because she’s very perceptive in general so she’ll surprise you all the time with little gestures that feel mundane but actually mean a lot. i feel like time is such a valued thing for her personally so for her to give you some of her time whenever she can… wowee. also she definitely brings back stuff from her mission or things she finds beautiful in general and will gift them to you like guys the vision is so clear. she’d love some stained glass or stuff like vases so she has some laying around for sure… she finds some marbles and gives them to you. she steals clothes (chiffon, lace, wool) she thinks you’d look good in. i feel like she’d just like seeing your reactions to her actions, she’d give you something she knows you’ll freak out about and act like it’s not a big deal (fishing for compliments 🙄) but she’s actually patting herself on the back real proud and shit ughhhhhhhh. UGHHHHH.

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

Intermediate

Pairings: Natasha X fem reader (already established)

Warnings: angst

Note: this is a happier? Part three to the series where y/n lives! Yay....

Natasha refused to believe y/n was dead. She couldn't. No matter how hard Wanda or the others tried to be there for her she refused to even think about y/n being dead. It was breaking the teams hearts. They couldn't stand to lose one friend only for another to fall into such delusion. So they came up with a plan.

The funeral hadn't happened yet. The Avengers wanted Natasha to be there but she wouldn't go in the current state she's in. So there was no grave to show Natasha to prove the death. And showing Natasha the corpse was too harsh by Wanda's standards, though Tony was still convinced it would work best. Bucky suggested showing Natasha any camera footage of the scene but there was none to be shown. There didn't seem to be a way to prove to Natasha that her girlfriend had passed.

Meanwhile with Natasha she spent most of her time brooding in her room. Scheming to find a way to bring y/n back. There was no way she was dead. It was too simple. So why was this whole situation so complicated. Her walls were covered in pictures and red string. If y/n were there she laugh and say it looked like a detectives basement once they got kicked off the case for going rogue. Natasha winced at the thought. She looked to the corner where y/n sat patiently waiting for Natasha to address her.

It had been a day after y/n had been taken to a mortuary. That's when the hallucinations began. At first it was only glimpses. Something Natasha could pass off as nothing. Until she began to see y/n everywhere. She never spoke. Not until yesterday. When she had made a snarky comment as Natasha had been pinning up another picture to her wall. Now it was as if nothing had changed. Y/n was there. But nobody but Natasha could see her. Natasha never told the others. They would think she's crazy.

"Nat you already are crazy."

Y/n spoke smirking. She had moved and was now on Natasha's bed. By now Natasha was semi used to the comments. Not quite completely used to them though. Natasha still freeze up and then need to take a breathe before ignoring the comment. Natasha kept staring at her wall. The images and string were all muddled and Natasha had lost her train of thought. Why was this so hard!?

"I know something else that's hard"

Y/n spoke again. This time wiggling her eyebrows. Natasha almost laughed at the dirty comment. But the small happiness vanished as a knock rang around Natasha's basically hollow room. Y/n vanished immediately as Wanda slowly entered.

"hey Nat.. just checking in to see if you want any paprikash?"

Wanda spoke softly, a small smile on her face. Wanda didn't comment in the wall. Wanda didn't ask about Natasha's sullen eyes and ruffled red hair. Wanda simply offered Natasha the first real meal she'd had since y/n died.

Sighing Natasha nodded.

"sit it down there."

The Russian spoke pointing to a small wooden table. Wanda nodded and sat the bowl down taking one final worried glance at Natasha before leaving again, knowing she wouldn't get another word from the spy.

"wowee I missed Wanda's paprikash!"

Y/n said now back again as she grinned looking over at the bowl of food. Natasha half looked at y/n in slight acknowledgement. Natasha looked back at her wall as tears started to threaten her eyes again.

There was nothing. No leads on the man who Wanda killed. No clues in where y/n could really be if she wasn't dead but instead just kidnapped. Natasha's small desperation for y/n to still be living was slowly dying. The idea that maybe the woman she loved so much was actually dead was beginning to sink in.

"I'm sorry y/n. But I don't think I can save you. Not this time."

Natasha choked out looking at y/n. Though now the smirk that the assassin was so familiar with was gone and y/n just looked at Natasha sorrowfully. Y/n shook her head and stood up crossing the distance between her and Nat.

"you love me right?"

Y/n asked cupping Natasha's face. It felt so so real. So why couldn't it be? Natasha nodded.

"I love you so much."

Natasha responded. Y/n smiled and nodded firmly.

"and I love you right?"

Y/n asked again wiping a tear from Natasha's cheek. Natasha nodded again.

"you love me so much."

The red head responded only hoping it was true. But while Natasha knew she didn't have Wanda's powers of mind reading or anything like that to know for sure she couldn't help but believe her words were true. Y/n nodded again.

"so please Nat for the love of gods let the others know I'm in a coma!"

Y/n exclaimed leaning backwards and sighing exasperated. Natasha sat there in shock. But her heart... But the medical...

"the medical shits wrong. That guy did some weird shit. I can now astral project hence how I'm here rn, yes yes I know your not crazy! But the guy shoved me in a coma hoping you'd bury me alive and I die that way. Turns out he was a wimp and couldn't kill."

Y/n almost mused at the last comment. But Natasha was gob smacked. Her girlfriend, the live if her life, wasn't dead? As the reality but Natasha got up. Y/n grinned and winked.

"see you soon Nat!"

Y/n said winking as she vanished.

Natasha burst out the door and raced down to find Bruce.

As Natasha darted down the hallway she interrupted the other Avengers meeting of how to help Natasha. Their shock was palpable as they saw the Russian assassin kick down the door and stand in the door way in a huff.

"Nat are yo-"

Wanda began but she was cut off.

"she's in a coma. Not dead. A coma."

Natasha said breathing heavily. Tony stood up as did Bruce.

"not possible Natasha we did the tests."

Dr banner started but Natasha shook her head.

"trust me."

The red head affirmed. Baffled the other Avengers thought that maybe this could snap Natasha out of her delusion if y/n being ok.

So everyone went to the mortuary. The retrieved y/n's body. Not decomposed at all. And Bruce took it away with the help of a few other doctors.

Half an hour later everyone was in the waiting room. Wanda had her hand on Natasha's back as Natasha picked around the skin of her fingers. Steve stood with Tony watching the door. And then Bruce came out with a very proud looking y/n following behind.

"wassup assholes!"

Y/n said grinning. The others stood in shock. How was this possible? It shouldn't be. Natasha let out a strangled cry and ran over enveloping/n in a hug. Y/n's cocky smile turned soft as she hugged her partner back.

After a tearful and peeved reunion, Tony was pissed y/n didn't tell them about the astral projection and visit them. Y/n argued she thought her friends would have more faith she'd pull through. Natasha had laughed.

Life went back to normal. Y/n and Natasha went on morning jogs. Natasha would write y/n letters and y/n would do the same every month. It was sweet. Though Natasha still had nightmares if seeing what she thought was y/ns corpse. There was one horrific dream where y/n was actually dead and it was a ghost Nat had been seeing. But it wasn't real. And y/n and Natasha grew older together. All the way till they were buried side by side.

[bryce-bucher]

.50 Caliber 3D Platformer Post #8

More Environment Art? Crazy... :

I have been doing even more environment art wowee. The first level is almost mostly kinda p much done now, so that's cool. Environment art takes so fuckin long and it gets p tedious. P dang satisfying to see it come together though. Rather than going over what I did in the last post, I'll talk a bit about how I sourced a couple of textures from tha real world around me instead of textures.com on the online internet.

Here is a photo of a dasani soda machine and a whatever you call it on the side of a donut shop. I brought these bad boys into affinity photo and crunched um up. The soda machine obviously took a bit more work because I had to replace the branding with my own. I've made a few soda machines for games (which I always get excited about texturing), so this wasn't my first rodeo.

I took this cool image I generated with jwildfire and slapped it onto the soda machine to create the background. From there I just slapped some text on it and this is how it came out:

Usually the soda machines I make have a y2k aqua type vibe to them, but I wanted to try something different with this one and ended up with this sort of bright bubblegummy vibe that I really like. It stands out a lot in the drab factory environment and hurts your eyes as any good advertisement should. This drink brand machine is a brief horrible nightmare respite for the overworked factory employees.

ORBO:

I put that little fucker orbo in my game. Ty 2 johnny for letting me do so. As I said in the last post, I'll be periodically making new skins for the main character and showing them off here. Making orbo was kinda challenging. Johnny was in call with me while I did it and we both kinda laughed at how hard it was to get his head not to look stupid. He is what you might call a deceptively difficult character to replicate. Also I made him shiny. He looks like a rare variant toy or something. Love him <3. Orbo is gonna be staring in his own 3D platformer soon (Orbo's Odyssey), so keep your eyes peeled 4 that.

Conclusion:

If this post reads weirder than the others it is because I am tired af. I'm doing a few commissions rn so work on this game might be slow the next few days. I hope to get a lil trailer made soon, so maybe I'll talk about that if/when it is completed. Ty 4 stopping by.

[abarbaricyalp]

For the intimacy prompts: "a hand written note", Sam/Bucky

Wowee is this so super duper late! Very sorry. But unfortunately, this prompt reminded me of a fic I started all the way back in 2022 for Valentine's Day and I just could not let it go this time. AO3 Link

In 1950, several years after the war had ended and just as the excitement and tragedy surrounding the short-lived career of Captain America was dying down, a collection of war time letters from the Captain’s second-in-command, James “Bucky” Barnes was published.

In 2026, the only edition with new letters was published

Selected Texts from: The Barnes Letters : Revised and Expanded 11th Edition, 2026

[Letter to Sam Wilson (36 years old, former Air Force Pararescue, current VA therapist, new best friend of Steve Rogers) left in an apartment while Wilson was running the trash out, 2015]

Birdbrain,

Don’t get so irritated with this cat and mouse game that you give up and just opt for pouncing over me and eating me. I dunno, maybe I shoulda gone with the early bird and the worm metaphor, but whatever. Maybe I’ll slow down for you in the next place. Spend a little bit of time at some farmer’s market or something. Use an alias that you might know about, depending on how much you read.

Take it easier, birdy.

-B

The first Barnes letter of the 21st century paints a stark contrast to the paragon found in the original text of The Barnes Letters. This book does not attempt to psychoanalyze Barnes or the events of his life, as the original did not. The 11th edition of The Barnes Letters merely wishes to build upon the corpus of the original and to bring a conclusion to the questions brought up in subsequent editions.

The text of these letters have been transcribed exactly as found, but the spirit of them would be dampened slightly if it were not brought up that the letters were found on everything from sticky notes to napkins to sheets of lined paper to sketchpad pages with doodles on the other side or around the words–clean, crumbled, torn, creased. These letters, perhaps moreso than the original, were cherished and protected and clearly read several times over.

The Wakanda Letters

[Collection of letters left for Bucky Barnes, by Sam Wilson, in the Wakandan Palace’s medical facility, 2016-2018]

Hey, Tin-Can,

You’ve gotta wake up soon ‘cause you still owe me a car.

Sam

Robocop,

I’m tired of being a fugitive for your broody ass. You better have a whole slate of apologies lined up for when I see you next ‘else I’m gonna put you right back under. I haven’t showered with seriously hot water in ages. (Barring the one I just got in the palace. Wait until you wake up and see the water pressure here. It’s gonna blow your poor little 40s mind.)

You know, Steve really wants us to get along. Gotta say, I do see the appeal. You’re so quiet and a great listener. I always know where to find you.

He just read that over my shoulder and called me a jerk for you. I figure you’d use stronger language, but hey.

Oh, hey, I heard there was some crazy fight here a few weeks ago. Did you see anything you wanna gossip about?

Alright, alright, I’ll stop. Heading out somewhere new tomorrow morning. Always some new fight, new monster, new injustice, right?

Well, good dreams or whatever.

Sam

B, you’ve gotta try a drink at this bar. (Bringing the napkin in won’t get a discount, I asked) It’s called…get this, get this, get this, it’s called a Bucky Bear Brawl. Bucky Bear. Gonna lose my mind. -S

Barnes,

If I bleed all over this paper, you won’t use it to create an even better super soldier serum, right? (Cause, let’s be honest, my DNA is a catch for mad scientists. Looks, brains, body, personality. I’ve got it all.)

I don’t get why you didn’t give up the chase after DC. We coulda done all of this shit, avoided all of this shit, if you’d just come back then. You knew I was there. You kept me in the corner of your eye or your rearview or your scope, I assume, so why not just stop running?

I’m so tired of this. I want to go home. I want to see my friends and my family and sleep in a real bed. And you gave all that shit up for…what? They still found a way to ruin your life. Steve’s life. My life.

How did I end up giving up everything for you and the star spangled man, huh? Seventeen infuriating hours in a car with you and suddenly that makes you worth something to me?

I always try to do what’s right, help people who need it. At great personal cost, lost people important to me. I’ve never done this much for one person, though. And I don’t even know you. I have your files. I’ve read history books. Hell, I even know the fruits and fish you like. But I gave up my family and my reputation for this. I have a bullet in my shoulder for this.

Who are you to drive me to that, huh? You’re not even awake. You’re not out here with us while we do this for you. This is bullshit.

Sam

PS, I lied the other day. I don’t prefer you being quiet. I want you to argue with me. I want you to hear what I’m saying. I want you to come back. Fuck, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. I want you so far gone that I never think about you again or I want you to come back. But you keep just existing right in my periphery. A shadow I can’t shake. A stray that’s followed me all the way to my door stoop. Fuck.

Bucky,

Sorry.

Sam

B,

I’ve thrown away seven other sheets trying to find something to say, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter what I write down now. You’ll be able to hear it straight from my pretty mouth soon enough.

Sorry we won’t be around to see you through all of it. Princess’s orders. Besides, there’s a new bad guy out there fucking something up. And, surprise surprise, Ross hasn’t sent anyone after them, so duh-da da da-dah, here we come, to the rescue.

I’ll see you soon, though, alright.

Not that, like, you care about when I’ll see you. Ah, shit, I’m gonna throw this one away too.

And Sam had kept his promise, showing up a week afterwards with a sharp quip on his lips but a tellingly earnest patience as Bucky had walked him and Steve around the spaces that had become his life. He’d even left a note on Bucky’s bed wishing him good dreams again.

So it only made sense that Bucky slipped a note into his go-bag.

[2018]

Tweety,

You musta been real bored without me around to fuck shit up if you had this much time to write all these letters. Did keep me busy for a while though. Maybe next time you could be more verbose and flowery, give me something to really sink a literary analysis into.

I’m gonna keep this one short, though, ‘cause you’re nosey and pay attention to everything I do. I ain’t gonna throw you around no more, so you can unclench. Heard you argue with S1 and S2 about whether or not I was ready to go out again.

I’m not.

I know it’s selfish when all of you are still fighting the fight, but I’m so tired. And I’m unstable on my feet. I need some time to get the ground under me again. But if you tell Steve I agree with him, I’ll burn your letters without looking at them.

You could stay, y’know. You don’t have to keep fighting. I could use the company. Talking is supposed to help rebuild neurons or something, right? Maybe I’m just making that up.

Anyway, hope you find this at an inopportune time.

-Tin Can

[Left on Barnes’s pillow in Wakanda, 2018]

B,

Sorry the world doesn’t wait for what we want. Sorry the world’s ending. Maybe you can show me all your goats again when all of this is said and done. Maybe it’ll be a little quieter for once.

-S

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