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madaqueue · 5 months ago

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would you feel the noise?

playlists | "static" x steve lacy

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader

themes/content: modern non-curse au. angst, smut. mentions of gojo x geto. language, cheating (but your boyfriend does first lmao), alcohol, weed, substance use (ket but never explicitly stated), dubcon-ish (you're both high), semi-public + unprotected, p in v (missionary). 18+, MDNI

word count: 3.9k

a/n: this got a little angsty at points and is so incredibly self-indulgent anyways happy pride i will never back down from the bi gojo agenda!

It’s all so fucking fake.

But then again, was anything real?

The smoke filling your lungs is real. The burn with each inhale is real. The crackles of the bonfire, its shape transforming with each second, overwhelms the crashing of the waves. Certainly, that is real.

Faintly in the background finds the hum of conversation, the whispers of laughter. It was always so easy for them, worming their way into others’ hearts. Maybe it wasn’t real - maybe they were nothing more than parasites, feeding on each other’s desires to feel wanted, to feel seen.

Tossing the now-spent joint into the fire, you stand, legs slightly wobbly from the mix of weed and shitty beer coursing through your body. Finding your boyfriend seated around the fire, his hand resting on some unfamiliar girl’s thigh, the mix of sand and rocks beneath your feet crunches as you make your way to him. When his eyes catch yours, he takes no action to move from the damning position beyond a sinister smile growing across his lips.

“Hey babe, grab me another beer, would ya?”

Even the retorts that used to fill your mind aren’t there anymore - Why can’t you? Too busy talking to your new favorite slut, whatever girl decided to give you an ounce of attention? Or too busy pretending to promote your shitty music, as if this party is the one that’ll finally make you go big and get you out of this town you claim to hate so much? - as you nod.

Making your way up the grass-covered dune away from the beach, you pass other groups lost in their own constructed worlds. Reaching the car, you pop the trunk and grab two beers from the cooler before returning down the shadowed path to the beach.

Maybe it’s seeing his arm wrapped around her. Maybe it’s the way you wish the flames would engulf them, consuming them until there’s nothing left. Maybe it’s just that you’re too fucking tired of this. But when you find yourself approaching the group around the bonfire, your legs won’t bring you there. Sighing, you turn towards the ocean - maybe you could find peace in the waves instead. When your body senses the presence of someone else seated on a washed-up log, the one you had hoped to reside on until your boyfriend decided it was finally time to leave, it was already too late.

His white hair glows under the moonlight as he turns over his shoulder to face you, his blue eyes unmistakable even in the dimness of night.

“Satoru?”

He looks different, yet distinctly the same. In the years since highschool he had grown, but something about him looks wrong, as though his soul was gone, nothing daring to take its place. Seating yourself next to him, the lingering dampness of the wood cool against your thighs, the changes are more prominent up close: his frown lines are deeper, his eyes less bright. Even his shoulders fall forward under an unidentified weight, one he was unable to carry. The light inside him had finally dimmed.

“Hey,” he weakly smiles, “it’s good to see you. Been a while, huh?”

Shock is dulled by the combination of substances in you, yet your heart picks up speed at hearing his voice again after so many years. At least it still remembers him. “Yeah, it has been.” Your arms instinctively move to offer him a beer, as though you were back in the highschool dorms sneaking in liquor before a party. “What are you doing here?”

Reaching out a hand he accepts the drink, the condensation momentarily tethering him to reality as he shrugs, gaze still focused downwards on the sand at his feet. “Thought it might be nice to see people.” Lifting the bottle he takes a sip, the taste familiar despite the years since he last shared a drink with you. “Why are you here?”

Without turning around, you tilt your head back to gesture at the group gathered behind you around the fire. “Came here with my boyfriend, he said there were supposed to be some producers here or something that might like his music.”

Gojo seems to sink into himself for a moment as he mumbles a soft, “Oh.”

Silence blankets you, yet something in it is comfortable, a lack of pressure to speak just for the sake of hearing yourselves talk. As you both sip your beer, he senses the changes in you, in the way you move your body. There’s a new rigidity, a tightness in your muscles as though every move took a concerted effort. You used to be so free, so unencumbered, a stark contrast to the tension that buzzes around you.

As he finishes his drink he places it into the sand before rummaging through the pockets of his jeans. Pulling out a small plastic bag, he gathers his keys, collecting the white substance inside before lifting it to his nose and inhaling. Turning to you, he holds out the baggie. “Want some?”

You don’t know why you say yes, perhaps some combination of fatigue and curiosity, an implicit trust in Satoru that he wouldn’t lead you astray. “Sure,” you nod with a sly grin. Lifting his key to your nose, you take the bump, the substance trickling through your sinuses and burning the back of your throat.

He smiles, seeing a glimmer of the girl he once knew: the nights you’d sneak out from the dorms, handles of vodka hidden under your jackets; hotboxing his first car, a shitty sedan that broke down a few months later, the smoke fogging up the windows; the barefoot runs through backyards, hopping over fences when cops would inevitably show up at the party you attended. “Not even gonna ask what it is?” he teases, his eyes crinkling as he smiles.

You shrug, still smirking as you lean back, your hands resting on the damp wood. “Would’ve said yes no matter what.” Memories - or rather, blurs of them - flash through your mind, the days that turned to weeks you could barely remember, hunting for anything to numb the pain that dug itself into your bones. Every emotion was another ache, your joints creaking under the weight of surviving each day. Weed and alcohol happened to be the most accessible forms of escape, but at this point your body barely felt like your own, your cells simply a form to contain the lingering shreds of your soul.

He hums in response, allowing silence to settle upon you once again. The waves crashing begin to blend together, their sounds muffled in your ears. Has your body always felt so heavy? All you can feel is the cool wood beneath your palms and the warmth of Satoru’s arm next to yours, prickling your skin with his proximity. Your vision seems to pulse with each beat of your heart, each crashing wave of the sea. Are you the ocean? Is it breathing?

“Hey,” Satoru turns to you, moving as if in slow-motion. His eyes are glowing under the light of the moon, his smile making your cheeks feel warm. “Wanna get out of here?”

For a brief moment, you remember why you’re here, the boyfriend you left behind by the bonfire. Slowly, you glance over your shoulder. Your eyes eventually focus in the distance, finding his form illuminated by the crackling flames as he’s making out with the girl you saw him talking to before, his hands grabbing at her hips. That piece of shit. You should be angry, you should go up there and confront him, but instead of rage you just feel free. “Mhm,” you hum, the sound seeming to echo through your vision.

You feel yourself starting to float away, taken under in the current, until Gojo’s fingers intertwine with yours, pulling you back to the surface. Your legs wobble as you stand, his grip on your hand tightening as he leads you away from the party down the beach.

With each step, the sand crunches under your bare feet.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

You can’t help but giggle at the sound - how could your body make that? The miniscule pebbles adjust under your weight, leaving damp footprints in your wake.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

“What’s so funny?” Satoru turns to you, a smile plastered on his face.

“I crunch,” you laugh, momentarily turning your gaze down as your words land in the open air.

And he giggles, the sound bright under the dark sky. Picking up his knees, he slams his feet into the ground, forcing loud stomps to echo as you both laugh. Marching along the beach, you continue your path, holding tightly to one another as your joy bubbles into the air.

Rounding the corner behind an outcropping of trees, you find yourselves in a secluded cove, away from the noise of those gathered at the party on the other side. Gojo plops down on the sand, his body thudding as he lays back. You mirror his motions, unconcerned with the dirt coating your clothes as your back hits the ground.

Staring at the sky, you feel yourself wanting to be a part of it, to meld into the darkness, a cloud tethered to the land with lead. Heavy. Yet, you’re grounded by Satoru’s presence, the cool scent of his cologne, the gentleness of his thumb rubbing over your hand.

Glancing at him, he looks younger, no longer consumed by the years that had passed. His boyish youth has returned once again as his eyes lazily fix themselves upon the stars, as though each pinprick light heals him little by little.

He looks the same as the last time you saw him, the day of your highschool graduation. You promised to keep in touch, but as it often does, life got in the way. He and Suguru promised to call, to come visit, but with moving and work and the recurring responsibilities of adulthood, your friendships dissolved over time. On your part, you similarly assured them you would stay a weekend in their shared apartment downtown, a vow you failed to keep, recalling the pictures they sent you after moving in together. Suddenly, the striking absence of Geto fills your mind.

“Where’s Suguru?” you ask, your voice hitting your own ears before you realize what you’ve said.

Gojo tenses next to you for a moment, a flash of something - regret? - momentarily crossing his features before he settles back into the numbing bliss. Yet, hearing his name is enough, his mind forcing him to relive it, to feel it again.

The fights.

“You just don’t understand me, Satoru.”

“Because you don’t let me understand you - you don’t let me in! It’s impossible, Suguru, I don’t fucking know what you want!”

The pain.

“Then maybe you should stop trying.”

“Suguru, that’s not what I meant-”

“Why try to do something impossible? That’s not fair to either of us.”

The emptiness.

“It’s for the best, Satoru. We can’t love each other in a way that matters.”

“Suguru, please-”

“I’ll never forget you.”

Sighing, his gaze remains fixed on the sky. “We broke up.”

“Oh,” is all you can get out, barely able to process his words but feeling the hurt lingering behind them. “I’m sorry he lost you.”

A weak smile tugs at his lips. “It’s okay. I’m over boys, anyways,” he laughs, slipping back into the substance-induced euphoria he forcefully brought himself, a welcome embrace as he allows his thoughts to once again melt away. “Speaking of which,” he murmurs, the vowels drawing out, “how long have you ‘n’ your boyfriend been together?”

The stars seem to connect, each one a memory of the time you spent with him. “Eight months.” Each point a constellation of your past, yet none of them make you happy. Mostly, it’s just him taunting you, pushing you away, using your emotions against you. The times he’d pressure you into coming with him to a club only to find him making out with some girl in the corner; the concerts he’d bring you to and conveniently forget to introduce you to his friends; the nights he’d promise that this time he’ll be there, he won’t stand you up again, and the silent taxis home alone. “But I don’t love him.”

“Oh?” Satoru whispers, as though lowering his voice would allow him to better understand yours. “Why not break up with him?”

Your shoulders shrug, pushing the sand around them up. “‘s nice to have someone around, I guess.”

“I get that,” he quietly murmurs, gaze still fixed above. You simply hum in response before you feel him shift next to you. “Hey, I have an idea,” he breaks the silence, his smile evident in his words, the letters curling up at the end. “You should be my girlfriend.”

A chuckle in the shape of his name erupts from your throat as you entertain the idea, one that is completely, and utterly, impossible.

“I’m serious!”

Your head lazily flops to the side, your cheek resting against the cool sand as you meet his gaze, a blissed-out grin on his face. Under the moonlight, he looks angelic, his skin perfectly smooth, the curves of his body contrasting against the darkness of the woods behind you. In his soft eyes, you find a peace you didn’t realize you had been searching for, a silent promise behind them.

“Okay,” you giggle.

Before you can process the words, his smile widens, his shoulders relaxing as they release a weight he didn’t know he held. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, the word making your body warm with its vibration, in tune with the frequency of the universe.

For a moment you just lay there, the crashing waves against the shore, a shared adoration flowing between you. Satoru blinks, his eyelids resting closed before he reopens them, his demeanor visibly brightening every time his gaze finds you laying next to him, as though he temporarily forgets your presence only to reexperience the joy of finding you again.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

As if on cue, your senses momentarily shoot through your body, jean shorts digging into your hips, the warm cloth of your tank top over your shoulders. “Now?” you chuckle.

“Mhm,” he beams. “I bet the water’ll feel amazing.”

Something deep within your soul trusts him, submitting to his desires. “Okay,” you grin before sitting up.

Crawling towards each other, you allow yourselves to close the distance between you on your hands and knees, your motions abiding by a planet-sized magnetic pull. Grazing your hands over his chest, you help him remove his shirt, your palms lingering over his firm chest. Since you last saw him, he had filled out perfectly, no longer the scrawny teenager you once knew. Now, his muscles ripple as he lifts your tank top above your head, simultaneously undoing each other’s shorts, as though separating your touch for even a moment would cause you to lose one another, to lose yourselves in the darkness. Tossing your clothes in the sand, crisp air tingles your skin, covered only by a bra and panties, while Satoru, now adorned only in his boxers, returns his hand to yours. Squeezing your palm, he glances over at you, a silent reassurance behind his eyes.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Ready.”

With that, you’re running into the sea. The water momentarily shocks you as cold pricks at your skin, but Satoru pulls you deeper and deeper until you’re both diving under the waves. Resurfacing, shared laughs echo along the ocean. He shakes out his hair, cool droplets landing on your face as you jokingly shove him away. Easily catching your wrists he pulls you closer, the warmth of his chest hitting yours a welcome contrast to the icy sea. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck as his rest along your lower back, holding you against him.

Each wave has you bobbing slightly, grounded only by the brightness of his eyes. They flit across your face, your flushed cheeks, soft lips curled into a grin. “You are so beautiful,” he murmurs.

His body feels solid, well-defined against the fluidity of your surroundings. “You are too,” you giggle.

Gaze never faltering, you both lean closer, and closer, and closer, until his lips meet yours. They’re soft, slightly cool after being outside all night, as you sigh into him. There’s a subtle sweetness lingering as his tongue swipes against yours, a quiet desperation behind his actions. Suddenly, cool air hits your skin as he carries you out of the water, sand hitting your back as he carefully lays you along the beach.

Pressing his weight against you, the kiss becomes messier, teeth bumping as your lips clash. Despite the breeze rustling through the leaves of nearby trees, you feel warm, a comfort in the imprecision. His clothed erection pushes against your core, your hips bucking against him as you moan into each other’s mouths. The friction is addicting, the damp cloth rubbing perfectly against your clit. Your thoughts are fuzzy, your body acting on its own as your palms trail over his back, lower and lower until they’re pawing at his waist.

“Need you,” you mutter into him, “need you s’bad.”

His head falls slightly, finding a place in the crook of your neck as he places wet kisses along your skin, a slight saltiness lingering on it. “Y’sure?” he whispers.

“Please, Satoru,” his name leaving your throat shockingly clear, the only thing cutting through the haze, finally granting you a second of clarity through the substance- and lust-induced fog.

Hearing you call his name, a shiver runs up his spine, as though it was the first sound he ever heard, as though he was reincarnated to live in this moment forever. Pulling down his boxers, his cock springs out as you tug your panties down your legs, meeting their fate in the sand.

Positioning his hips, he aligns himself with your entrance, his hands glued to your hips. Slowly, slowly, slowly thrusting into you, your walls stretch around him, your soul tearing open and releasing the white hot light of ecstasy.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” he groans as he enters you, his eyes rolling into his skull, jaw slacking open.

Your hands trail up his back to land at his face, cupping his jaw as you softly giggle at his total loss of any remnant of shame, allowing the feeling of your body, your warmth, to completely overtake him, releasing the most primitive, desire-driven version of himself. Pulling him back into you, you rejoin his mouth to yours, tongues mingling in the space between them. Rolling his hips into you, each thrust sends wave after wave of euphoria up your body. Atoms align perfectly, allowing you to slip into one another, the distance between you infinitely approaching zero. You only exist at the points where his skin touches yours, his pelvis smashing into you, his fingers digging into your waist, the warmth of his lips and the gentle flutter of his eyelashes.

You aren’t quite certain if your eyes are open or closed, the darkness clouding your perception indeterminately from the sky or the inside of your eyelids. Either way, the scene is beautiful, each sensation painting a new color across your vision. Satoru’s cock pressing into your gummy insides, purple; his hand trailing up your torso to lazily grope at your tits, green; his hot breath as he whines with each imprecise thrust, blue. The image evolves, ever changing, impossibly beautiful. When his voice hits your ears, it immediately brightens, somehow even more complex, a masterpiece of sensation.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, never daring to separate his lips from yours, “y’were made f’me.”

“Made for you,” you babble back, and you truly do feel it, the way your walls meld around his length, how your bodies perfectly fill in each dip and curve of the other’s, your souls fitting perfectly against one another. “Best thing, feel s’good.”

“So, so good,” he whines, “so warm ‘n’ sweet.”

“Sweet, sweet,” you mumble into him, the taste of booze and something sugary lingering on his tongue. “Soft.”

“Mmm.” He shivers as your hands roam his body, one ascending to his hair and one trailing down his spine, tracing imprecise patterns into his skin. “Love you,” he spills.

The words tumble out before he could stop them, his hips momentarily stilling as he hears them. Before he could retract them, the hand in his hair pulls him further into you, your back arching off the sand as you whisper your response. “Love you s’much.”

Some part of you feels it’s just your body reacting, the bare minimum networks active to recite language. Yet, a deeper part knows it’s true, a quiet love you’ve always held for Satoru. Perhaps now, in the absence of your better judgement, the self-imposed cognitive rules, this piece of you is finally free to enact its control, speaking its truth, allowing it to be heard, felt.

At your affirmation, Satoru lets out a blissful whine, his thrusts picking up their pace yet somehow softening, a new tenderness behind them. You love him. He doesn’t even know what it means, really - after Suguru, his perception of love changed irrevocably. Yet, as he feels the warmth of your skin beneath him, the comfort of your presence, he doesn’t feel a pressure to know, a whisper of meaning lost into the waves of the ocean.

In your shared ecstasy, back and forth mindless babbles continue filling the air, the shape of the words gliding across your vision. It’s beautiful, you think, the way sounds create shapes create meaning; maybe that’s what you’d been looking for: meaning.

No, you had meaning - hell, sometimes you think you had too much meaning. Maybe you needed the absence of meaning, a stillness, a silence. Your life had been too rough, too tumultuous, whitecapping waves covering the oasis of your thoughts. No, you needed unbroken waters, a calm pond to sink into. As your fingers trail over the smooth skin of Satoru’s back, you feel yourself wading into the depths of his soul.

The thrusts of his hips, the rasp of his breath, consume your senses. He melts into you, you melt into him, both of you becoming grains of sand and stars in the sky. In another moment you expand, becoming the sea and the moon, watching over one another, a patient influence over each other. The connection ties you together, without expectation, without pain, simply content sharing your presence.

His arms begin trembling above you as your legs tighten around his waist, holding him against you. A light appears in your chest, the fire of desire burning larger as each prod of his tip fans the flames. Brighter, and brighter, and brighter, until it consumes you. Your vision goes white, your skin flushing hot. Satoru’s moans are far away as his entire body twitches, taught under the strings of pleasure.

You both come undone together, melding into the universe, two comets in space, two suns circling. The collision of your soul ignites, explosive heat surging through your bodies.

As your senses return, you feel nothing but warmth as he rests above you. Your gaze focuses on his, blown pupils glowing down at you. Cheeks pushing up, you both grin impossibly wide as giggles bubble into the stillness around you. Resting his damp forehead against yours, breathy pants fill the air, desperate to fill your lungs with the cool night air. Placing your lips to his, your thoughts finally quiet, your soul finally at ease. In him, you think you’ve finally discovered the missing shard, uncovering the truest form of yourself, the euphoria you had been searching for: peace.

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drachonia · 3 months ago

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𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝙨𝙮𝙡𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this playlist is meant to give an outlook into the percieved vibes i get from a character. this might mean that some songs can be about uncomfortable subject matter due to the nature of alfons' route and character. viewer/listener discretion is advised. more descriptive warnings are below the cut.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: some songs in this playlist have themes of drug/alcohol abuse, autophobia/isolophobia, as well as themes of depression. if you feel you aren't in the headspace to listen to this playlist, i have a general ikevil playlist here. please take care of yourself and know that you are very loved. <3

𝟏. 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 ➛ 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥… 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘪 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝟐. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 ➛ 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚍𝚕𝚎. 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴��'𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘰𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝟑. 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚 ➛ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚢. 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦… …𝘪 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝟒. 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜! 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨 ➛ 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨: "𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘱𝘦" 𝘰𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

𝟓. 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞 ➛ 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭��𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳-𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

𝟔. 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢 ➛ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺.

𝟕. 𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨-𝐦𝐢𝐱 ➛ 𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚜.

𝟖. 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 ➛ 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯, 𝘐 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

𝟗. 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝 ➛ 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢. (𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢) 𝘰𝘩, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪��𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳.

𝟏𝟎. 𝐠𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 ➛ 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜. (𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚣) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝟏𝟏. 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 ➛ 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜. (𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖, 𝚏𝚎𝚋. 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟹) 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸.

𝟏𝟐. 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢 ➛ 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦, '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝟏𝟑. 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜! 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨 ➛ 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

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