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moon-n-night · 1 month ago
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The gang is complete, I kinda want to print it on a T-shirt.
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oze511111 · 8 months ago
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加筆修正につき再掲
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sistematraumado · 2 months ago
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⚠️ Be careful with this system / Tenga cuidado con este sistema ⚠️
HEAVY TW: Pedofilia, manipulación, acoso
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Hola. Este es un anuncio público que les pedimos encarecidamente que lean completo, prestando especial atención a las advertencias de contenido sensible (triggers warning).
Queremos cancelar al sistema sillyz (user de discord: @sillyz_collective_l0l / ID: 1256432451757146205, user de Tumblr: @s1lly5-l0l). Descubrimos que permiten a sus alters problemáticos, específicamente pedófilos, actuar libremente, incluso en presencia de littles. Además, han estado involucrados en situaciones de manipulación y acoso hacia el sistema zombie/Frankestein (nuestro Parnert sys), provocando a los littles y aprovechándose de ellos. Este comportamiento ha generado situaciones intencionalmente desencadenantes (triggers) para quienes interactúan con ellos. El host del sistema no podía decir nada ya que habia sido amenazado por uno de los alters que estaba siendo víctima del sistema sillyz.
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Hello. This is a public announcement that we strongly urge you to read in full, paying particular attention to the triggers warning.
We want to cancel the sillyz system (discord user: @sillyz_collective_IOI / ID: 1256432451757146205, tumblr user: @s1lly5-10l). We discovered that they allow their problematic alts, specifically pedephiles, to act freely, even in the presence of littles. Furthermore, they have been engaging in manipulative and harassing situations towards the zombie/Frankestein system (our partner sys), provoking and taking advantage of littles. This behavior has generated intentionally triggering situations for those who interact with them. The host of the system could not say anything as he had been threatened by one of the alters who was being victimized by the sillyz system.
⚠️ por favor, tengan cuidado con este sistema. / Please be careful with this system. ⚠️
Aqui las pruebas / Here are the evidence:
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samtamdan · 7 months ago
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shiorimakibawrites · 8 days ago
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Day 9 - Can't Sleep
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Day 9 - Can't Sleep Prompt: 9: Anxiety + Alt: Insomnia Character: Matt Murdock Pairing: None Word Count: ~600 Warnings: Insomnia, low-self esteem, anxiety, mention of Stick, referenced child abandonment Taglist: @loves0phelia, @nowheredreamer, @beezusvreeland, @yarrystyleeza Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist
This story was originally written for my 300 Follower Celebration, a prompt sent in by @sunflowersandsapphires. But for Tuna-Tober, I've drawn some art for it.
Can't Sleep
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Matt couldn’t sleep.
Not an unusual occurrence for him. His sleep schedule was terrible. Had been for years. Ever since the accident. Even with Stick’s training, he couldn’t seem to shut out the world enough to sleep sometimes. Tonight was one of those nights.
It seemed like every little sound in this building kept drilling into his ears. Foggy’s snores. People talking in the rec room. Other students in their dorms having sex or arguing. Or in the case of Jimmy and Amanda two floors up, both at the same time. People watching a movie or listening to music. The buzz of the lights, the rattling of the pipes, the flushing of toilets. The list went on and on. All perfectly normal sounds, typical for the student hall at night. No one was being particularly loud but for some reason Matt just couldn’t tune it out.
It didn’t help that his bed was uncomfortable. The laundry service had gotten backed up. So when Matt had accidentally spilled dinner all over his sheets, he didn’t have any fresh ones to put on. Foggy immediately offered his spare set so Matt wouldn’t have to sleep on a bare mattress until he got his spare sheets back. Or dirty ones got washed. Whichever came first.
Matt appreciated it. Really he did. Foggy was a good friend. A better friend that someone like him deserved. But all the gratitude in the world wouldn’t change that these cotton-poly blend sheets felt like sandpaper on his skin.
He was out of practice ignoring the sensation. He had gotten used to silk. He could hear Stick calling him a pussy for allowing himself to become so dependent on something like silk sheets. And maybe he was right. But it had been so nice, being comfortable while he slept, for the first time since the accident. He had thanked God for leading him to that girl’s bed during his first semester. Her silk sheets had been a revelation. So much of one that Matt had taken some of his precious cash and immediately bought two sets.
Foggy had teased him about it a little, joking that he was turning their dorm room into a brothel. They ended up pondering the logistics of such a venture, one of those bizarre yet thoroughly entertaining conversations he often had with Foggy. Sometimes it felt like he could tell Foggy anything.
Matt rolled over, trying to find a less uncomfortable spot. Another reason he couldn’t sleep. A debate weighed heavily on his mind. An argument he had been having with himself for months. Should he tell Foggy about his senses? His training? What really happened the night Elektra dumped him?
He wanted to. Sometimes it was all he could do to keep it behind his teeth. To only give the barest of hints, hoping that Foggy would pick up them. Put two and two together. It was possible. Foggy was a smart guy. Far smarter than he liked to give himself credit for. Sometimes it seemed like he had, from some of his questions.
But another, equally powerful part of his mind, dreaded Foggy learning those things. That Hey buddy would transform into Get away from me freak.
No matter how many times Matt tried to tell himself that Foggy wasn’t like that. He wasn’t cruel. Convince himself that Foggy wouldn’t reject him for his abilities. Remember how Foggy had gotten in people’s faces for being homophobic or racist or any number of things. He had protested bills targeting mutants. Every logical part of his brain said telling Foggy was safe.
And yet the terror remained. The knowledge that he was so awful that even as a baby, his own mother couldn’t stand him. The phantom sound of Stick’s retreating footstep clogged his ears. The ghost of Elektra’s perfume and that man’s blood filled his nose. All of it froze his tongue in his mouth. Seized his jaw in crushing grip.
He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk losing his friend. Matt was too weak. He needed that connection, craved the easy affection Foggy gave him as easy as breathing. He couldn’t lose it. He couldn’t . . .
“Matt?”
Matt started. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even heard Foggy wake up. Or sit up for that matter.
“Hey Foggy,” he said. “What are you doing up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Foggy said. “It’s 3 AM.”
Matt shifted so he was facing the direction of Foggy’s bed. “I can’t sleep.”
“Why? Bad dreams?”
“Nah . . . just worried about that final in Dr. White’s class,” Matt answered. It wasn’t entirely a lie.
“Buddy, you shouldn’t be worried about that. You got that philosophy junk backwards and forwards.”
“It’s not junk,” Matt retorted automatically, sitting up himself when he heard Foggy moving. Getting up. “What are you doing?”
“Grabbing my laptop,” Foggy said. “Since neither of us can sleep, we’re watching a movie.”
“You were sleeping just fine.”
“Oh contraire mon ami, I was as restless as you were. You ain’t the only one worried about finals.” Foggy said. It was a lie. Matt didn’t need to hear the little skip in his heart to know that. And yet . . .
“What movie?”
“Do you really have to ask? The Princess Bride.”
“Haven’t you seen it a million times?”
“And I’ll see it a million and one.”
Matt let it go. It wasn’t worth arguing with Foggy about it. He recognized that tone. Besides he liked The Princess Bride. Listening to it one more time wouldn’t hurt.
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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 2 years ago
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A Graves x Reader x Ghost Love Triangle
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As Shadow Company’s second in command, you’ve seen firsthand the kind of man Graves could be, including the kind of man he wanted to be for you. It was a game you two unknowingly played, one that would surely not end well. A quick distraction meant to tame your busy souls. Warm bodies to lie with. Anything other than that was pure fantasy, though you two couldn’t help dreaming...
Future NSFW 18+, Future Angst, Pre-MW2 Events, Fluff, Flirting, Teasing, First Kiss, Romance, Drama, Build-up, Implied FWB, Make-Out Session, Shadow Company!Reader
WC ~ 2k
AO3 Link | Masterlist
A/N (2024): Made a few minor grammatical fixes and touched up some of the sentences that weren't making sense. Hopefully, this reads a lot stronger now! ^.~
A/N: I have never posted on Tumblr like this before; I’m a grade A lurker. But I’m obsessed with this for whatever reason, so now you’re being subjected to my writing. This is chapter one to a longer story that’ll be posted on AO3. Sorry if the characters feel OOC, I’m trying my best with what we got. Please enjoy! (T^T)>
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Phillip Graves was as much of an enigma as the rest of the men in Shadow Company.
He could be many things when asked: Confident and self-assured, charismatic and dependable, disciplined and cutthroat, remorseless … as cold and calculated as a well-trained attack dog, or as warm and inviting as a long-time friend. All these personas existed within the commander, ready to be switched on in a single order. A chameleon, true to his craft. He’s grown accustomed to making himself whoever the world needed him to be. Anything that gets the job done.  
There was never any mistaking where Graves' thoughts lie, as more than often he'd just admit to them out loud. He accepts that others believe him to be an open book -- easy to read, with little complexity or depth beyond being a good soldier. Being lighthearted and obedient to the right people has worked wonders for him in the past, so he's mastered this façade and uses it well to his advantage. Proudly too.
But for a man so unafraid to be himself, Graves could be surprisingly secretive. 
As his second in command, you've seen firsthand the many personas your commander wore, including ones he's worn for you. Most of his tricks and plays you recognized by now, even as you've yet to understand them. Though as of late you’ve watched these many faces of his waver into something unfamiliar. They chip away slowly, each time you surrender yourself to his needs, taking your place beside him in the black of night, when no one's around to see. There, he's created a new façade, for your eyes only.
One that only made things complicated.
When you first began spending your nights together, it was more of a means to an end. It had been months since either of you had the pleasure of someone else's full attention, and lately, you were starting to notice. Shadow Company had grown more acclaimed and busy this past year, making dating pretty impossible. And after a while, anyone starts to look like a good lay if they're not ugly. Unfortunately, it didn't leave you with many options, until you'd caught the starved eye of your very own commander. 
You’d hardly been a part of Shadow Company for a month before you’d picked up on Graves' interest in you. He was surprisingly subtle with his flirting, if not predictable. It was the way his eyes lingered on you in quiet moments, his expression turned soft as his lips curved into a charming smile whenever you'd catch him. He could always spot you in a crowded room, always noticing when you were away for too long. He laughed just a little too hard at your jokes and always looked your way first after sharing one himself.
Before long, you found yourself beginning to watch him back. 
It was the little details you noticed first. The small cuts on his face from past firefights, how glossy and full of life his blue eyes looked in direct sunlight. Its rays would make a halo over his dirty blond hair, each strand looking clean enough to run your fingers through. He once caught you looking at him lick his lips, something he did often. When your eyes lifted from his mouth to see your superior officer looking dead at you, it shot a bolt of lightning through you. But you didn't look away, perhaps wanting him to see you looking. Taunting him.
Graves didn't say anything at first when he saw you ogling, but you knew he'd made a mental note of it just from the way he smirked afterward. "See something you like?"
"I see you, Commander," you'd said, hoping your glib nature would cover up the embarrassment you felt from getting caught. But Graves was like a shark in the water, and you'd just given him a taste of your blood.
"I see you too, Songbird." 
It seems all he needed was that clue that you were interested in him, because it wasn't soon after this when he decided to make his move.
You and the Commander had just finished prepping your mission brief for the other Shadow Company members. By now it was getting late in the night, as the building you two were in was a small facility only authorized personnel could enter. You occupied one of the empty rooms converted into an office space for all the pencil pushers to work out of. They’d all clocked out for the day though, leaving you two alone; and the tension in the air between you had just reached a boiling point.
You stood up from one of the tables in the room, preparing to slip into your coat and call it a night, until you watched the Commander approach you suddenly. You assumed he was getting ready to leave as well, until you noticed his come-hither nature.
“So, you got any plans tonight?”
And just like that, the game was on. You knew right away where this would go and it had your heart already skipping a beat. But you didn't want to jump to conclusions, nor did you want to rush this either. The thrill of the pursuit provided you with a nice little rush.
Wicked as you were, you began to smile.
“Why?” you ask. “Did you have something in mind?”
“I can think of a few things,” he said, behaving purposefully coy, in hopes of getting a rile out of you. He always did enjoy your banter and had no problem doing a little teasing himself when presented with the opportunity.
“Is that right?” you say flirtatiously. “Will I like those “things”, Commander?”
Graves smirks, raising an eyebrow at your comment. Hearing his title roll from your tongue so provocatively brought a sudden twinkle to his eyes. At this point, he didn’t need to guess where your mind was, which only made him more bold.
He chuckles under his breath, taking a few small steps closer, until he’s only an arm's length away. His next play.
He wasn't the tallest man you met but he still managed to tower over you by a few inches, the light from the room casting a shadow over him. This close you could smell the aftershave and cologne he’d used this morning, watching the way his eyes took in every detail of you, pupils dilating, black over-compassing the deep blue of his irises. He leans against the wall and unconsciously licks his lips again.
It was like a switch flipped in him.
“You will.”
You scoff, laughing under your breath at his boldness. You were wondering when he would be. Still, you wanted to poke at him a little more, see how long you could keep him waiting, if not to see if he was being for real. “Cocky as always.”
“Would you like me some other way then?”
You play on his words from earlier. “I can think of a few ways.”
“And what might those ways be, Songbird?”
"You're a smart boy," you hum. "I think you can figure them out. My lips are sealed, otherwise."
Graves steps even closer. He lifts a hand and pushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and surprisingly warm, gliding against you like feathers, his fingers trailing across your jawline and resting beneath your chin. Goosebumps formed where he touched, and you could tell from the doe-eyed look he had that it was doing something to him too, seeing you like this. He takes his hand beneath your chin and lifts your head, forcing you to lock eyes.
"And if I order you to say them?"
His voice was now much lower than before. Sultry. You could feel it in the air he was ready to come in closer, simply waiting for an opportunity to do so that felt right.
Butterflies shot through you like a thick swarm; you didn’t want to let on that his words had you like putty in his hands, though you feared your little lip quiver may have given it away. You instead look down at his lips again, your gaze sullied. You began thinking of all the ways you could close this space between you two and put an end to the tension. The thrill of it all had your adrenaline spiking in all the right ways, simply waiting to see where things go from this point. "Then I won’t listen," you purr.
"Insubordination is rather punishable," he said.
"So is fraternization."
"I can keep a secret." Graves brought his thumb to your lip, lightly running it across, as his eyes lowered to your mouth. He nearly says in a whisper, "Tell me what you’re thinking."
"Let me show you."
His lips slowly come down to yours, kissing you gently. When you pressed your lips back against his, he exhaled pleasurably, tongue grazing your bottom lip. He moves his hand from your chin and curls it to the back of your neck, holding you in place and continuing to tease you with short, velvety pecks. His lips danced against yours with the skill of a seasoned player, clearly experienced in his craft, but it wasn’t until he felt your hands glide against his hips and tug him closer that his kisses grew insatiable. 
His grip on the back of your neck tightened, lips pressing harder against yours, feverishly. When the sudden aggression brings a low moan from you, it only makes him push harder, his other hand grabbing the small of your back and roughly pressing himself against you.
His weight causes you to shift backward until he has your back pressed against a wall. Unknowingly, your arm bumps against a nearby filing cabinet on the way there, knocking over a few papers that now littered the floor. Mere background noise to Graves, who only continues, his arms planted on other sides of the wall around you, as his lips trailed down your neck. His kisses reach your collarbone, the sensitive sensation causing you to gasp out a moan. “Graves!”
Hearing his name be moaned out sends him on a personal mission to hear you say it more. He takes his hands and slowly runs them down your body, feeling every bit of you he can through your uniform, before resting them on your thighs. In one swift motion, he then lifts you, taking your legs and straddling them around his waist, as he keeps your back against the wall. He presses himself to you and breathes heavily, rejoining his mouth with yours.
By now you could feel him through his pants, and you pushed yourself against him in response, the grinding motion bringing quiet moans from both of you. That’s when you two suddenly hear footsteps.
At the drop of a hat, you two freeze, going completely silent. The footsteps come from outside the room -- someone walking by in the hallway. A janitor maybe? God forbid it was anyone in the company. You held your breaths for only about a minute, listening to the steps pass by the room until you couldn’t hear them any longer.
The two of you let out a shared sigh, before looking back at one another. Graves had you still pinned to the wall, your legs tucked in his arms. He can’t help but chuckle. 
“This probably ain’t the best place for this, darlin'," he spoke. "As much as I want to keep going."
“I don’t know,” you joke. “I like the vibe. It’s very risqué.”
Graves smiles at you. And then, he pauses for a moment. Suddenly his eyes can’t seem to pick a spot he wants to look at on your face. You see something in him change, gears turning in his mind. Thinking of what he might say to you now. Hiding away his vulnerabilities. It makes your own mind begin to ponder.
“See something you like?” you ask him.
“I see you.”
Graves leaned in and kissed you another time, softly. Like you’d been lovers your whole lives. That’s when you realized how truly dangerous your commander could be; for a minute there, you started daydreaming about what tomorrow could bring you both. You wanted to fall for his pretty words. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were with.
This was a game. A mutual distraction. As things stand, thinking that this could be anything else beyond a good lay was purely a fantasy. You almost just lost yourself in it.
And so it goes.
"Your place or mine?”
...Chapter Two Here!
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tmntxthings · 2 years ago
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一∑donatello hamato。・゜・◇
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(pics from pinterest)
> raph’s < | > leo’s < | > mikey’s <
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version: rottmnt aka rise
aesthetic: purple + cyberpunk/tech stuff
song association: dark beach by pastel ghost
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author’s note: the previous post for donnie kept glitching so bad that I decided to delete it entirely and try to just recreate it, here’s to hoping it won’t glitch (>人<)
> Profile <
name: donatello hamato
nicknames: donnie / don / dee
aliases: othello von ryan / bootyyyshaker9000
location: New York City “what a town”
species: mutant / soft-shell turtle / human dna (not much room for my full answer -.-)
age: 16 (rise movie)
height: 5’3 (still growing! i shall definitely be taller than nardo)
color: purple. . . black
weapon(s): ninjutsu / bo / staff / tech / missiles / drill..?still in beta? etc.
appearance: jade green skin, soft shell (covered by my battle shell), ~signature~ goggles, wrist tech, eyebrows, purple bandanna, usually holding my phone as well
personality: brains of the operation, book-smart, sarcastic aka ‘the funny one’, obsessive, determined, fixer, problem-solver, genius, intelligent, intellectual, basically any synonym for smart, i guess..snarky
likes: dancing, music (edm but open-minded), tech, ~scienceeee~ [enter jazz hands], other intellectuals, phone, family, uranium, cute + mean type, atomic lass, affirmations, gift giving
dislikes: b e a c h b a l l s (it’s more of a phobia but i digress), liars, nardo, germs (like kraang goop and sewer gunk ´ཀ`」)
other: I would like to start off by saying you leave me very little room for my answers. You must know I have very well-thought-out explanations for each answer! I would also like to state that every weapon listed above was made by yours truly. And the wrist tech. And the goggles. And obviously the battle shell. All very advanced and most are made with high-grade titanium. The world does not want to see me ~shine~ so I have yet to get my hands on uranium or other lethal materials. I do predict that in the near future my dear Papa shall gift me something mighty special for Xmas.. but more logically I will use other methods to retrieve what I require. Anyways I’ve gone off track, back to this atrocity you call a profile application. Yes that’s right, it is atrocious. Why do you ask for my height and not my weight? They are usually asked for as a pair. Are you not being thorough? Or did you just forget? Either way that would be points off if I was your teacher! I’d rate this experience as unsatisfactory. I’m left wanting to write more about myself! You left so many things unanswered and to the unknown! Just so you know, unsatisfactory is two ranks higher than what I should be rating this. Though.. you did put effort into this, and I can see how much you used my favorite color.. but most importantly you came to me first.. and we are acquaintances after all… I guess I can bump you up to somewhat-satisfactory. Happy? Good luck on your high school project :p
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bicryptide · 1 year ago
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BREAKING NEWS!!!
LOCAL SLEEP DEPRIVED JOURNALIST IS PINING FOR NERDY CLOSETED LESBIAN!!!
STAY TUNE FOR MORE!
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gengan341 · 2 years ago
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I'll try to post my other works here till it reaches to the latest one.....here's the full image of the cover photo I use lol
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psychicvoidtale · 3 months ago
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TW BLOOD
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arissopian · 6 months ago
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Meskipun pada akhirnya kita tidak ditakdirkan bersama, aku bersyukur bisa mengenalmu.
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Karena dengan mengenalmu aku belajar bahwa hidup itu tidak selalu tentang apa yang kita suka, tetapi tentang apa yang Allah mau.
Dengan siapapun nanti dipersatukan dan dimanapun nantinya kita ditempatkan, itulah jalan terbaik yang sudah Allah rancang bahkan sejak awal kita diciptakan.
*Tidak melulu soal cinta, ini juga perihal kawan berjuang dalam taat.
Semoga dipersatukan dengan orang-orang terbaik di jalan-jalan terbaik-Nya.
Penghujung Hari, 140124.2030.
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bizzie-bie · 3 months ago
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the-poor-miranha-quotes · 1 year ago
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Happy Hallowen @zoeloveconvers99 !!!
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ballisticcreature · 1 year ago
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Y ustedes?
Por dónde empezaron?
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lost-in-this-world1113 · 8 months ago
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gengan341 · 2 years ago
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Re-post 😛😛
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