#i love looking at htese

[squidsmakemedelusional]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE THIS IS SO SO PEAK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Human agent redraws of the agent redraws!!!

The old ones!

[420technoblazeit]

IS THIS A FUCKIGN HYDRATE. WE'RE LITERALLY NOT EVEN STREAMING YOU CANT JUTS SPAM ME WITH HYDRATES ON TUMBLR DOT COM. FUCK YOUUUUUU

CROWLEY IN THE DEMON PRIDE SHIRT THIS IS SO PERFECT HTANK YOU. dean bought that shirt for him

🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

wait htis is so cute. techie with roses <3

is this robin one piece???? tbh i kinda wanna watch the one piece live action i heard it's really good. i dotn think ill have time to commit to the full anime but like. i can do the netflix series for sure

it's so funny htat this debate is still happening bc like. johnkat kinnie: angry nerd. davekat kinnie: angry 12-year-old boy. neither of htese are good and they are somehow both me

THAT IS MY GUY, YES. htank u for drawing him i love how pretty these colors are unironically it's so nice to look at.

YOU ON HTE OTHER HAND. FUCK YOU FOR THIS. THE HORN THING DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE HTEYRE LITERALLY LIKE. SMOKE AND SHIT IT WOULDVE BEEN SO EASY FOR U TO DRAW A VERSION OF THEM THAT WASTN A FUCKING CLOUD BUT U DIDNT EVEN DO THAT 2/10 FOR HTE HOMESTUCK KIN ASSIGNING AND NOT MAKING ANY FUCKING SENSE!!!!!!!!!! !!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHh

omg hi!!! htank u random person v sweet <3 ur signature thing looks like virgil sanders sides so im goign to pretend he sent this drawing

GET DOORDASHED IDIOT. HTAT'S WHAT U GET FOR LOOKING LIKE WILBUR SOOT

OH GOD HTE BOMB WENT OFF NAUR. the casualties,,, the bar may never recover

mao. pretend htat was a convincing cat sound. thank u for sharing a photo of ur kitty

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

i am working through something and i wanted to express it somewhere but it feels too personal to say publicly.. and your blog feels like a safe place to confess things.. I want to go on hrt but am terrified of my mother's reaction. she knows im trans and is a lot more ok with it than she used to be but she still doesn't understand and is really bothered by her own lack of understanding. and my sense is that when my appearance changes from T shes going to hate it and be extremely upset. I'm an adult and I dont want to be controlled by my mother's feelings but due to my family dynamics growing up I have rotated around her feelings my whole life, its not as bad as it used to be but i still feel her feelings are dangerous and painful to me. I have a great support system, im blessed with so many friends and even my older siblings who I wasn't close with have been very supportive of me being trans. I dont need to be scared, materially I will be safe and loved even if my mother hurts me. but still its so terrifying to me. I want to get over this and not feel so dependent on her approval, but at the same time i dont even know if its possible. who can help wanting their mother to love them? or even more than love, because i know she does love me and thats really why its so hard, i want her to approve of me and be happy for me. I dont want the happiness i know i will feel from going on hrt to be ruined by her hating my life choices. my spiritual life is pushing me to take control of my life and bring my internal self and reality into the material, I know i cant keep ignoring my own physical desires and living with dissonance between the internal and external...so im moving towards that and i know i'll get there regardless its just terrifying and i wanted to talk about it.. uhh ya sorry this is so personal and emotional i hope it isnt uncomfortable for you or anyone else to read because i know these are really painful issues for many people. and i don't expect you to have any advice necessarily i know htese are huge issues to work through... i just wanted to express it and put it into the world that i'm working on this. thank you for letting me use your askbox to talk! hope your day is great

thankyou for trusting me with your confession anon <3 its not at all uncomfortable to me for you to confide your feelings.. Does anyone who's transitioned have supportive advice they cld leave for anon in the replies? i dont want to speak on something i havent personally experienced.

One thing i do relate to immensely is having a mother who doesn't try to see you as a unique individual, and becomes very displeased when u act in ways that don't align with her worldview. my mom will straight up tell me i look ugly with pink hair. my mom knows i make music but she's never asked to hear one of my songs. she doesn;t want to know about anything that interests me or my motivations in life. etc etc. and it's that same feeling of like, well, she does Love me i think, but i'll never feel that she truly approves of me. idk what the answer is..in my own life it has lead to me being quite a distant person, and rebellious in nature, i coped with it by purposefully leaning into the parts of me she disapproved of most. but idk if that's been healthy for me.

ultimately, we will disappoint everyone in our lives at one point or another.. Sometimes even when u try ur best to please someone it still doesn't work out. so please dont be too hard on urself <3 One thing im learning to cope with my ocd spirals (usually body dysmorphia or guilt related) is to "zoom out", try and redirect my thoughts to the bigger picture of life, it makes my own problems feel smaller in a way that doesn;t silence or dismiss them, just re-contextualizes them in that moment and makes it feel less imminent & overwhelming. mayb i can talk more about methods and analogies for this sometime.

Hope u can find some peace anon and i'm sure your hopes and dreams will materialize for u if u just keep going & focusing your energy on ur dreams. Stay safe <333 PMD9

[soobinies]

🐿 220730 VLIVE

[twelvegrimmyplace]

Nick, Annie and Mel C DJing the Universal Music BRITS After Party (20 Feb 2019)

[kasugaicrows]

tumblr won’t let me answer this ask @codyvalentine but i think my favorite rinne has to be one of htese. i really enjoy the cowboy shooting himself in the head look but i think that gay rinne is very nice too i love his smile

[bangtangurlsforeva-blog]

JHOOOOOOPPPPPEEEEE ♡

it’s Hobi friday friends!~

Jade|Og

[void-bee]

Some more southern gothic song recs! God's Gonna Cut You Down by Johnny Cash, Awake O Sleeper by the Brothers Bright, Sinners, Hellfire, and Glitter and Gold by Barns Courtney, The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall, and Raise Hell by Dorothy. Hopefully these fit the same sound aesthetic you're looking for :) -Elliot

AHHH thank you!!! some of these i have heard (i e s p e ci al l y love god’s gonna cut you down holy shit) but some of htese i have not!!! thanks for the rec elliot, what a wholesome friend 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[redundantharpoons]

Huge Ask Answer Post

my apologies for being emotional on main this morning, this stupid work thing’s got me all in a state and I’m just a mess

y’all sent me some really wonderful and encouraging asks, and i was just going to read them to myself and smile and feel better, but since they made me feel better and a lot of them have great messages for all creators, I figured i’d do one big old answer-athon (some of htese are from before, but let’s be thorough!)

This made me realize that, while I’m not usually one to read crackfics, I would read the hell out of Overwatch doing one of those whodunit mystery dinner nights. I want it now. Mandatory attendance as a team-building exercise. McCree can wear is detective outfit.

You do not want that, I assure you. Internet me is so much more fun than neurotic real life me. (Though I guess as of this morning internet me is becoming a bit of an insecure, emotional handful too . . .)

I’m glad you liked it! Everyone needs some smiles sometimes. :) I reread it this morning when I had to chill in my car for a bit, and I still just love to picture Moira creeping out of Angela’s quarters at like 4:30 AM, trying to be quiet so no one notices her. Then she hears a sound, and she freezes. Shit, she’s about to be caught. She looks down the hall . . . and down to the floor . . . and she’s just standing there dumbfounded, and the hamster’s just staring right back at her for like a solid 30 silent seconds. And as soon as she’s about to say something/walk towards it the ball just rollllllls away. And Moira’s like “HEY!” and runs after it but it’s gone by the time she gets around the corner.

And it’s all she can think about for the rest of the day. Did she dream it? Of course not, she knows what she saw. But who put it in the little ball? HOW DOES IT USE THE ELEVATOR???

I love this idea that occasionally Moira, because she’s the only one creeping around Overwatch in the middle of the night, gets these sightings of this mystery hamster but no one believes her because she’s never got her comm on it and she can’t tell people why she was on the officer’s floor at 4 AM. But she knows what she saw. She knows.

Also that other stuff in the chapter too I guess. :P

Reminder to everyone that anything not explicitly asked for personal answers might get answered publicly. :P Don’t have a crush on me, it’s a terrible thing to do.

I wonder how Moira feels about marriage. HmmmmMMMmmmmMmmmm . . .

Okay, and there’s the big chunk that I thought was great to share/answer publicly. Thank you all for your encouragement, I appreciate it immensely.

I think in the grand scheme of things I’ve got some pretty amazing readers. I’ve seen the tip of the iceberg in asks that artists receive if they draw art the fandom doesn’t receive well (usually ship hate) and I’m sincerely surprised I haven’t suffered any of that. Knock on wood.

Even the people who “gripe” about something ostensibly do it because they’re 160k words in and something didn’t go the way they envisioned. And I can understand that.

In the grand scheme of things I can say this about it all: “The majority of the feedback I receive is positive, and the negative feedback I receive seems to be heartfelt, not hateful.” And I think that’s good. I like that about y’all as readers.

I was going to go into some deep-dive stream of consciousness reflection here but I’ve already rambled on long enough. 

Bottom line is thank you for the words of encouragement. It’s been a rough few days and will continue to be a rough few more, at least, due to work stuff. But knowing there are people out there who are as excited about our fictional science moms as I am gives me something to think about to escape for a bit. :)

[zldane]

i read and reread the fact that he’s a drama major and i cant help but imagine him in stage costumes and being dramatic…….

@saerans-choi @foolforfruit ALSO:

did a quick one of mel and k headcanon that mel likes taking selfies w/ her frens and occasionally k likes to bother her by taking one when shes not ready

[geisterfuchs]

The Interview - Ask

What is your full name? “Oh, hello there, I am Carina Hlaiwa, and who might you be?”

What do your friends call you? “Carina, they call me...”, she ponders for a moment, then looks at the one with the scribbling block, who had suddenly started to ask her questions while she was browsing the market stands of Kugane. “...is that a bad thing, cos you seem to expect something else from the look on your face?”

What is your favorite animal? “I don’t really....”, she starts, but then remembers that this is not only a foreign town, but a whole lot foreign culture around here. So maybe this is customs around here?... better not refuse... “..well, if i have to choose one, it would be the Chocobo...”, she looks around, apparently checking if a certain someone is around, “...but do never tell some grumpy Seeker about this, please...”

Where were you born? “On the Isle of Vylbrand, La Noscea to those foreign folks at home.... or more precisely, in the port city of Limsa Lominsa. Sure you will have heard of Eorzea’s pearl around here?”

Do you have any children? “Yes, Five actually.”, she says, a wide smile brightening her features, “...though only one born from my own blood, yet. Not that it matters, i love all of them equally.”

Is there a person/people you love? “Oh Gods, there are many. My family, and my ever so loving husband would only be the tip of the iceberg here. There’s a whole bunch in our houses, then dear friends, far and near... just too many to name right here....”

What is your favorite colour?

“Rolanberry, of course... and by chance my hair is of the same colour.”

What is your full occupation? Without even thinking she answers, “Mother, cook, traditional healer. I used to be counted among the Conjurers of Gridania’s ranks, but some less fortunate experiences soured that for me, and I arrived where I am now.” 

Are you good at physical fighting? ”Hells, no... see me carrying a weapon, do yourself a favour and run... I am so clumsy, nearly every time I try people and things around me get hurt...”

Which form are you best at? “I’m the least incompetent with a bow, though there are many I haven’t tried. I don’t need to become a Calamity myself.” she blushes, having answered htese last questions about her failures.

What about magic? She hesitates for a moment, and her cheeks take on a slightly more purple colizr then before. she seems to be embarrassed and a little afraid as well. “I really should not speak about this. I don’t want to repeat the Gridanian incidents here in a city that doesn’t yet fear me.” she then looks up again, suddenly aware that she spoke too much of that aloud. “Oh, please, don’t tell anybody that, and don’t write this down, please... I don’t want to be the ‘Demon Girl’ again! Please...”

Which type are you best at? She sighs, then whispers, "I will tell you what I’m not good at, which is healing magic... cant do it for the life of me... Whenever I try i blow things up... but no telling, yes, please?”

Craftsmanship? The switch of topic makes her take a breath again, and she seems very much relieved. “Thank you... cooking, I’m quite good at cooking. My husband and friends claim that I’m one of the best if not the best cooks of Eorzea... but they say that only to tease me. I’m alright I guess.”, she smiles when recollecting the memories of her friends saying those words. “Apart from that, I’m not half bad with a sewing needle, cos, you know, five girls... you gotta sew many things.”

Any other skills? “People tell me i am the born mother... and i agree with them. Nothing give me more joy than caring for my family.”

Are you an only child? "Oh, no... I have three siblings, two sisters and a brother... though my brother we lost sight of a long time ago.. I don’t even know if he is still alive.” The last part leaves her thinking for a moment, and parting from those thoughts again with a heavy sigh.

Where do you see yourself in five years? “Hopefully I’ll have at least another child by then, maybe a boy for a change, though, being a Mioq’te, Mephina must smile on me for that one to happen. Also, I hope, by then, we’l be back living in Eorzea again.” Realizing that what she has said might be offensive to a Kugane citizen she immediately adds, “Nothing against your beautiful city... it’s really a wonderful sight... but home is where the heart is, yes?”

Have you ever almost died? "Yes.”, she says, lifting a finger towards the scar over her right eye, a long and nasty burn scar, starting at her forehead, crossing the eye, and ending on her cheek. “The Calamity was a test for all of us, right?”

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows? “Gosh, i hope not, and if there was i wouldn’t tell you, right... cos it wouldn’t be a secret anymore...”, there’s a certain glint in her eyes, even a hint of a threat to not ask about this anymore ever again. For a short moment the right eye glows in a faint orange.

Salty or sweet? “Sorry, I’m a cook... i love all the flavours... you can do so much with them.” she seems very happy now that the interviewer got the hint about the secret thing.

Do you like yourself? “Pretty much, yes... I used to think low of myself, but time, and love, and foremost my most wonderful husband Ilwe’ran, them changed this for the better.”

Do you believe in the Twelve? She sternly nods, leaving no doubt that she does. "I do, fervently. Above all i believe in Menphina, my patron deity. But, i don’T advertise, and i certainly don’t think less of them who don’t believe. Religion is and should always be a personal thing. And definitely nothing to wage war about.” 

Are you religious? “I think I just answered that as well.”, she says, with a nodding smile.”You can’t really be in doubt about it, right?”

Do you carry prejudice with you? Sighing again she nods, a small shadow, just for a moment, crossing her eyes. “Sadly, i do... and though it got better, and I was shown kindness where least expected, i am not very fond of Lalafell, and Elezen always gives me frights. Also, i will never trust most anything Uldah fully, I beleive, though it pains me to admit that.”

What do you consider entertainment? “Watching my children play, or sitting with my husband in a window, either reading a book each on their own, or to each other. I like quiet entertainment. ever was much of a party goer... for reasons.”

Favourite drink? “Milk... especially when mixed with Rolanberries and maybe yoghurt.”

Do you have any family traditions? “Oh, gods, too many to mention... being from one Clan and having joined another, there’s a whole mix of them, all important.” she lifts her left hand, pointing and the purple stripe across here face and eyes. “See this, it’s one of them, and please don’t ask me to explain... it’s too much for a short conversation.”

Are you a good person?

She tilts her head to her right, thinking about this one for a moment.“I’m alright...”, she finally answers, but then adds, “...but anyone do anything to my family, and I’ll become a nightmare.”

Thank you for answering my questions. “Oh?”, she says, on the one hand surprised that this is already over, on the other quite happy no more personal questions seem to lie in ambush here. When the strange interviewer then just turns and vanishes into the crowd she is left baffled, and finally mumbles to herself, “Kugane.. there are surely many strange things here... i really need to ask about the manners and customs here... I hope i didn’t offend him”.

Tagged by: @high-stakes-gambler Tagging: @nightmaze, @xmimiteh, @neoma-eltanin, @pettankoprincess; @blodforblod, @syerraffxiv, @dewdlepies, @pervasivescariness, and anyone who would enjoy this. Was really fun, thank you for tagging

And the amazing art was done by @luciasatalina, and gifted to me as a birthday present by @nightmaze

[foulserpent]

tickfleato replied to your post “fucka you”

OKAY SO theres a bunch of htese at my school and when i saw one for the first time i got SO excited cos i didnt know there were bugs that big in north america.... i got bitten by one cos i scared it but i forgive.

nice... theyre so cute id love to see them someday. those mandibles look painful tho

[s2kikan]

i was looking through the ajin manga for some stock for edits and

this makes my life?? kei’s wandering alone, suffering from the heat and dehydration but left the water w kai that’s ........

i love htese two soo much fak

[lennart11412]

J. H. Kurzenknabe                            

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                                               Short Name:            J. H. Kurzenknabe

                                                   Full Name:            Kurzenknabe, J. H. (John H.), 1840-1927

                                                   Birth Year:            1840

                                                   Death Year:            1927

Kurzenknabe, John Henry. (Muenchhof, Kurhessen, Germany, June 18, 1840--April 13, 1927, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania). German Reformed layman. His parents died of cholera when he was five, and he was placed in a boarding school. When 14, he came to the United States with his violin and his share ($500) of his parents' estate. During the 48-day voyage, he attended an elderly sick woman, a Mrs. Ziegler from Wilkes-Barre, Penn., whose family helped him settled in the States. He attended Wyoming Seminary nearby, where he studied music and perfected his English. Even before graduation, he taught violin and began teaching singing classes in the area. In 1856, William B. Bradbury came to Wilkes-Barre for a six-week musical institute. He was so impressed with Kurzenknabe's talent that he offered him, still only 16 years old, $50 a month and board to accompany him to other institutes as an assistant teacher.

Two years later, Kurzenknabe was teaching a class in Hagerstown, Maryland. At the final concert, one of the soloists became ill and a 14-year-old girl, Susan Shaffer, filled the role so well they eloped to Greencastle, Penn., and were married on November 13, 1859. They had 15 children, moving every few years until 1869 when they settled permanently in Harrisburg. J.H. (as he preferred to be called) tried to enlist in the Union Army during the Civil War, but was rejected because of his flat feet. He became a U.S. citizen on November 2, 1866.

He opened the first piano story in Harrisburg. He continued to teach singing classes, published his many song-books under the imprint J.H. Kurzenknabe & Sons, organized a band and an orchestra, and was an early and active member of the Board of Trade. Long active in the local German Reformed Church, as the city expanded he organized St. John's Sunday School in 1893 which became St. John's Chapel in 1899 at Fourth and Maclay Streets. This has kept growing so that the present church buildings include Kurzenknabe Auditorium.

As president of the Pennsylvania State Music Teachers' Association, he presided over their convention in Harrisburg, December 26-28, 1894. For the occasion, he prepared a concert with 300 voices and orchestra which was conducted by W.W. Gilchrist of Philadelphia. From this grew the Harrisburg Choral Society. That same year, he became the local examiner for the London (England) College of Music.

He wrote the words and/or the music to over 650 hymns. His song-books went through several editions, selling a total of over 300,000 copies.

In 1904, with his daughter Lily he made an extended trip back to his native Germany. On his 50th wedding anniversary, the wedding march was played by six sons and a daughter. His wife died on March 24, 1920, at the age of 75. He followed her at the age of 86.

--Information furnished by great-grandson, John G. Kurzenknabe. Additional essays are available in the DNAH Archives.

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Born: June 18, 1840, Mönchdorf, Kurhessen, Germany. Buried: East Harrisburg Cemetery, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.

Kurzenknabe, J. H., music teacher and author, was born in Moenchehof, near Cassel, Curhessen, Germany, Jun 18, 1840. He is a son of John George and Anna Kurzenknabe. He was left an orphan in childhood. He attended the Industrial School at Cassel. When he was fourteen years old he bade farewell to friends and home, September 15, 1854, and set out to seek his fortune in the New World, sailing from Bremerhaven for America on the following day. By mistake he was transferred to a ship on which all were strangers to him, but he was buoyant with hope and free as a bird. During the voyage of forty-nine days, being a very clever violinist, he made friends among the officers and crew and became also a general favorite with the passengers, so that he was the pet of the ship. His especial attention was attracted to an old lady who was sick during the whole voyage. Her children in America had sent money to bring over their old mother. To this helpless woman he ministered in his boyish way as best he could. The forty-nine days' voyage was tempestuous, and minus mast, and storm-beaten, the ship hove in sight of the eagerly looked-for land. On her arrival at New York, the children of the old lady were there to meet her, to whom she told the story of the boy's kindness.

In this family he found a temporary home, and in years to come he was not forgotten by them. Arrangements were made for him to go to a seminary in Pennsylvania, where under Christian training he found a safe shelter and valuable instruction. Having a talent for music he followed this bent, and in that institution of learning he prosecuted his musical studies and made for himself a name as a teacher of the violin and vocal music. He was afterwards placed under the care and instruction of William B. Bradbury, then the most prominent teacher of music in the country. After a thorough course under this master, Mr. Kurzenknabe started on his own responsibility. His first and only attempt to teach singing and a day-school together in a Maryland town was a total failure, but the very next engagement, which was at Sag Harbor, L. I., proved a complete success. After teaching successfully in Baltimore and other Maryland towns, he visited the New England States and taught conventions in a number of important cities. He then returned to Hagerstown, Md., where his lot fell in pleasant places, and here, too, he found the wife to cheer him through his busy life.

He taught successfully in Baltimore, York, Pa., Harrisburg, Philadelphia and New York, and last in Camden, N. J., where the first child, a boy, greeted the parents and cheered their hearts. His next place of residence and teaching was Moorestown, N. J., and the next Philadelphia, where a daughter was born. The war coming on, the New England States seemed safer than Pennsylvania, hence Dedham, Mass., became the next home. Fine classes in Yankee land, war songs and teaching in most of the prominent town brought money to the purse, but sickness claimed the boy for a victim. Repeated and urgent invitations from Maryland friends to make a change, for the boy's sake, induced the Kurzenknabes to disregard the threatening perils of war and journey southward. Antietam and Gettysburg brought the armies of both sides, and the great invasion left the family destitute and helpless, with but five dollars in money and a railroad ticket to Sunbury, Pa., whence the floods drove them back. Mercersburg and study for the ministry were quickly decided upon. But exciting debates of the church involved theological gladiators and their followers, and too free a tongue was not the wisest thing to have in those days of trial. Fairy visions vanished. The advent of twin boys made an increase of income imperative and teaching was the only resource. A house was purchased at McConnelsburg, but sold after an occupancy of two years. Mechanicsburg was home for a short time, and finally Harrisburg became the permanent residence, and a house was purchased which is still home. Teaching for twenty-seven years in many different States, sometimes hundreds of miles from home, always joyous, looking at the bright side of life, active, with plenty of grit, yet with his heart centered where the loved ones stay, earnest, enthusiastic, this is J. H. Kurzenknabe as his friends and scholars know him.

Professor Kurzenknabe is the author and compiler of the following books: "Sweet Silver Echoes," "Music at Sight," "Gospel Trio," "Songs and Glees," "Wreath of Gems," "Song Treasury," "Peerless Praise," "Gates Ajar," "Sowing and Reaping," " Theory of Music," "Fair as the Morning," and "Kindly Light." The sale of "Sowing and Reaping" has rached over 280,000 copies, and over 190,000 copies of "Fair as the Morning" have been sold. "Kindly Light" starts in with 20,000 copies engaged in advance of publication. All of htese books are published by his well-known house of J. H. Kurzenknabe & Sons, Harrisburg, Pa. Mr. Kurzenknabe was married in Greencastle, Pa., November 13, 1859, to Susan Shafer, daughter of George and Frederica Shafer, residents of Hagerstown, Md.

Professor Kurzenknabe is at present a member of Salem Reformed church, which, as elder, he represented for many years at Classis and in the Synod. He belongs to Peace and Plenty Lodge, No. 69, I. O. O. F., Harrisburg Encampment, No. 301, the I. O. of H., and several other organizations. He is often for weeks from home, attending conventions, gospel services and children's gatherings. He eats and sleeps well, is in perfect health, is five feet nine inches in height, turning the scale at two hundred pounds, and knowing nothing by experience of sickness. You will find him a hale-fellow-well-met. May his days of usefulness be many and his talent ever be active in the Master's cause, till the welcome summons, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant," calls him to the rest that awaits the people of God. This sketch is prepared by one of his loyal friends and ardent admirers.

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