#so i have extremely mixed feelings about this :')

[lilithschosen]

please sire.... Rio's ass needs strapping....

*adjusts crown, shines sceptre, sits extremely gay on throne* hm ... i suppose you're right. very well!

Rio's laid bare with her arms secured tight behind her back, her face pressing into the cushion of the couch, and her ass in the air waiting for Agatha's next move. She can't see her, but hears her bare feet on the hardwood floor. There's a soft jingle of metal, something dangling in Agatha's hand, and then she feels a hand on her backside.

"You kept so still," the warmth of her palm fights back the chill of the air that begun to sink into her naked body, "You're such a good girl for me, Rio. You know that?"

Rio nods, her hair becoming messy but she didn't care. She keeps her hands grasping at her forearms, holding the restraints and breathes slowly to control her rapid heartbeat. Agatha drags her nails down Rio's ass before pulling back. She feels the couch cushion dip behind her and then Agatha's knee sliding hers apart.

As her body was adjusting to Agatha's warmth, something cold drops down between the flesh of her ass. It travels down slowly, the thick lube coating everything as it mixes with Rio's overwhelming wetness.

Agatha takes two fingers, gathering the combination of lubricant and Rio's arousal and rubs it from her clit to her cunt and further up. Rio gasps as Agatha's fingertip teases the tight ring of muscles, gripping the cushion underneath her.

"It's been too long since I fucked your ass, you know?"

Rio whimpers, teeth digging into her lips as she tries to keep herself quiet. Agatha hums, watching how greedily Rio's ass takes her fingers as she sinks a digit in. Rio swallows a moan, nostrils flared as she breathes heavily.

Agatha draws her finger back out, Rio grumbling in disappointment from the sudden lack of anything in her ass. Agatha chuckles, hearing the needy sounds from her girlfriend adding gasoline on the ever constant fire she has burning in her soul for Rio.

"Don't worry, hon," she squeezes a healthy amount of the lube in her palm, pumping her hand around the length of the toy attached to her hips. "Daddy knows what you need, you don't have to worry."

With her wet hands on either cheek, she spreads Rio wide and stares at the glistening holes. Rio mewls in desperation, trying to stay relaxed but unable to keep still. Her hips wiggle, waiting for Agatha to finally fill her.

Agatha takes a hand from Rio's backside and grips the toy at the base as she guides it past her entrance and presses the tip against the tight hole. Rio shifts back on her knees, the tip dipping into her ass as she cries out.

Agatha strikes her ass cheek with her wet palm, the lube adding a brighter sting to the impact. "Daddy knows what's best for you. If she wants to go slow, she'll go slow."

Rio huffs through her teeth, eyes rolling into her head as she blinks. She remains still, allowing Agatha to sink the length of the toy into her ass. Agatha groans, watching the silicone cock disappear until she was buried in her.

"How do you feel?"

Agatha pulls back a bit, about half of the length. Rio goes to respond, inhaling sharp just as Agatha fills her again. The sentence on her tongue evaporates, leaving a babbling moan instead.

"Agatha-," Rio hiccups, "Please, I need it. Don't be mean."

Agatha grins, "Daddy knows best, baby. I got you."

[pascalitobarnes]

pregnancy wish - javier peña

Summary: A cozy little adventure when going to the kitchen to devour an ice cream in the middle of the night and Javier being extremely patient.

Tw: None, just a couple being cute.

Word count: 3,074k

Author's notes: This is the first narrative I post in English, it's not my native language so please forgive me for any mistakes. I hope you like it.

Life in Laredo is peaceful but terribly hot all the time, being pregnant seems to have only increased my sensitivity to such conditions.

So today is another one of those early mornings when I feel uncomfortable and don't even want to think about when I have a big belly.

Javier, my husband, is in the third level of sleep, sleeping deeply, on his back, his torso bare, one arm resting on his belly while the other was above his head. Even sleeping he was exaggeratedly spacious.

I sit up in bed trying not to wake him, I stretch my arms lazily before standing up, it's two thirty in the morning but my mind only asks for one thing: ice cream with hazelnut cream.

I leave the room, walk down the short hallway, go down the stairs and go straight to the kitchen, crossing the living room, guided by the light coming from the windows, the night lights from the street and the moonlight.

I'm wearing an exaggeratedly short and low-cut outfit but it makes me very comfortable to sleep in.

I take the vanilla ice cream with cookie pieces from the fridge and then the hazelnut cream. I take a spoon from the drawer, all this with the night lighting that reflects the large kitchen window giving me a view.

I sit on the marble counter of the island, opening both containers and mixing the ice cream with the cream. The first spoonful that I take in my mouth practically makes me moan with satisfaction.

My mind is in pure pleasure, worried about nothing else but the sensations, my legs dangling absentmindedly in the air.

I don't know how long I stay there, until I see that the light in the space that connects the living room with the kitchen has been turned on and soon Javier's figure appears, entering the same place I am.

"What are you doing?" He asks me, I think he's still sleepy.

"Ice cream," I answer.

"Cariño, what did the doctor say about…" he begins to say as he approaches my body, standing between my legs, his strong arms surrounding me as they lean on the counter. He was interrupted because I ran the spoon full of ice cream over his cheek. I laugh at the expression of shock when I feel the cold temperature on his skin.

“Funny” he comments sarcastically.

To complement my action, I grab his hand before he can wipe his face with it and I lick where I shamelessly spread the ice cream.

“You ate almost all the ice cream,” he says when he notices the pot.

“It’s really good, I’m really hot, I couldn’t sleep,” I justify.

“Hot, is it?” He says provocatively.

I put the pot aside along with the spoon and now put my hands on the broad neck of the man in front of me. His hands are on my hips, I bring my face closer to his, the tip of my nose brushing against his. Our eyes fixed on each other.

“I love you,” I say practically in a whisper, as if it were a secret only ours.

“I love you too,” he says in the same tone.

With that, I press my lips against his in a loving kiss and Javier simply responds.

It doesn't take long for my lips to warm up, as does my tongue.

[kedreeva]

How did you learn what you know RE genetics? I’d love to play with plant genetics as a hobby, but I have no idea where to start learning the foundational information without doing a whole ass degree lol

Some of my knowledge comes from having a mother who was a lab manager for a research lab for my entire life- I knew the terms "het" and "homo" as biology terms when I was a VERY small child, before they ever applied to sexualities (which incidentally made it VERY easy to understand sexualities when I hit that age, and extremely easy to conclude "hm if I don't feel sexual attraction then that must be "a"sexual as "a" in science basically means "not"" and let me tell you I was pleased to discover I was correct in my hypothesis, but also completely ready to invent asexuality as a sexual identity as a 15 year old if I had to). Some of it came from biology classes in HS and college. A LOT of it came from talking to other people who were breeders and learning from them (and unfortunately, a lot of it came from looking stuff up to verify what they had told me, and finding out they were wrong).

If you are starting COMPLETELY from scratch with NO genetics knowledge whatsoever, don't feel like you have to take it all on at once. The first thing is to familiarize yourself with some of the more basic terminology used across all species- stuff like heterozygous, allele, chromosome, etc. I have a page with some of the basic terms I use for explaining genetics to peafowl folks (in HOPEFULLY very simple language, but if you get confused I would love to hear where/why, so I can try to finesse it a little more, since I WANT to be able to link that page to people who know nothing about genetics), but it definitely has some "peafowl" (bird) stuff mixed in. Still, once you have the terms in hand, you can easily look up the terms and read more about what they mean and how they relate to one another. EVERY time there's a term you don't know, look it up and read about it. I STILL learn new things by looking them up like this.

You'll also want to learn to use a punnett square eventually, if you're doing offspring determination based on parent genetics. I ALSO have a page on how to use them (at least to track autosomal mutations, but also one to track sex linked.... though that one is HEAVILY geared to peafowl, who have one Very Weird Sex-Linked Problem Gene Set that isn't usually a problem and required a weird solution to track)! As well as a page on how to use them to track multiple genes at once, but maybe save that one for later.

I am also happy to answer whatever questions I can if you run into something you can't find the answer to or don't understand the source material about, or if I don't know I can probably find out.

[mantizimus]

Can I have the vice dorm leaders version of Shinji Kido! Reader, please, but can you replace Othro with Floyd, please? I know Ortho is 16 years old, but his body looks like a 10 year old, so he's just a baby.

Here you go, Sakura. Also I'm really sorry for keeping it in my drafts for so fucking long.

Shinji Kido!S/O

Trey Clover

Acts as your babysitter.

At the same time, he wouldn't be lying if he said he appreciates your optimism.

Enjoys playing pranks on you, taking advantage of your naivety.

The two of you often cook together.

Trey is sometimes amazed by your enthusiasm when it comes to battling, but he doesn't complain.

He's not entirely sure, but he swears he's seen something that looks like your Kamen Rider form in one of the books.

Often cooks extra dishes for Dragreder.

Ruggie Bucchi

Often gets you into mischief.

Finds your optimism amusing, and wonders if there's anything that will make it disappear.

Loves your cooking so much that he sometimes has a hard time holding back a squeal of joy when he sees the food you've made.

Was a bit taken aback by how enthusiastic you were about fighting the Overblots.

Ruggie respects your out-of-the-box thinking.

He's extremely interested in your Kamen Rider form.

Often privatizes Dragreder for his pranks.

Jade Leech

Doesn't quite understand how you're still alive after all the stupid things you've done.

Makes sure you don't do anything that could cost you your life.

Definitely offers you a job as a chef at Monstro.

Jade is rather indifferent to your fighting enthusiasm, just putting it aside for later.

Appreciates your ability to come up with unconventional strategies, and has asked you for advice if the situation calls for it.

He's interested in the potential use of your Kamen Rider form's abilities, but won't force you into anything.

At least once suggests using Dragreder to gather information.

Floyd Leech

Regularly takes advantage of your naivety to pull pranks on you.

You often have to control his mood swings so he doesn't hurt anyone.

Calls you "Leviathan".

Your cooking is often the only way to calm him down.

One of the things that interested him about you was your ability to come up with unusual strategies.

Floyd sometimes wonders if he can use your Kamen Rider form for various pranks.

Occasionally compares Dragreder to sea snakes.

Jamil Viper

Often has to restrain you so you don't do anything stupid.

Your optimism constantly makes him roll his eyes.

Jamil often asks for your help when it comes to preparing for parties.

Will definitely ask you for a recipe or two.

When you first showed your fighting spirit, he was puzzled, but decided not to pay attention to it.

He really appreciates your ability to think outside the box.

Sometimes asks you about your Kamen Rider guise.

He occasionally talks to Dragreder about various topics. More precisely, he talks, and Dragreder listens and occasionally growls.

Rook Hunt

Be prepared for him to call you "Monsieur Dragon" or something like that.

At first, he assumed that your behavior was nothing more than a mask, but after observing you for a long time, he realized that he was wrong.

He often offers to cook you French dishes. Don't ask how he knows about them.

For a while, he suspected that you had a fighting spirit, but he rejected this guess. So when it turned out that he was right, he had mixed feelings.

Rook admires your rather original approach to various situations.

Expect hundreds of questions about your Kamen Rider form.

Sometimes asks Dragreder to help him get information about other students.

Lilia Vanrouge

Another one who likes to use your naivety to make fun of you.

Treats your optimistic and friendly nature as a breath of fresh air.

If you need advice, he will give it without hesitation.

He first learned about your culinary skills from Malleus. And when he tasted the dishes you prepared, he was not disappointed.

Need help in battle? He is always ready to support or give a hint.

He often compares Kamen Rider's appearance to knight's armor.

Lilia communicates with Dragreder from time to time and even pats his head.

[unclewaynemunson]

There is thunder in our hearts

Eddie used to love thunderstorms. He loved it when he could feel the heavy electric tension in the air, when the skies got that dark shade of gray expanding over the horizon; he loved the anticipation of what was about to come. But most of all, he loved it when the clouds burst: the moment the skies broke open and the pouring rain, accompanied by the rolling thunder far away but swiftly coming closer, would sound like the opening chords to his favorite song. He loved running outside, standing in the dirt with his arms spread out wide, the taste of the water on his tongue and the rain washing away everything that didn't matter. He'd see other people sprinting from their cars to their houses and he would quietly laugh at them because they were missing out on the single most magical thing that nature had to offer.

Eddie used to love thunderstorms. Until that one time when the skies went gray and the thunder started roaring and all he could think about were bats crowding the air above him, long tails wrapping around his neck, claws and teeth tearing into his flesh, tears in Dustin's eyes...

He ran outside like he always did, hoping that the feeling would pass, hoping that the rain against his skin would remind him of exactly how alive he was; but no such thing happened. Wayne had to follow him into the storm and carry him back inside. He wrapped him in a blanket and made him a cup of hot cocoa and it took Eddie twenty minutes until he managed to stop crying and almost two days before he felt like himself again.

Ever since that happened, he stopped going outside during thunderstorms. Instead, he curls into himself now, as far away from the windows as possible. He plays his music at the loudest possible volume to not have to hear the thunder and he closes his eyes to not have to see the lightning. Sometimes, Wayne is there with him. He never asks, never pries; he simply keeps him company and hands him a blanket in case he feels the need to hide himself further away. He does what Wayne does best: letting Eddie know that he is safe by merely existing next to him, a quiet and calming presence who tells him stories in an attempt to distract him, his soft voice barely drowning out the sounds of the storm.

But Wayne isn't always there when a storm hits. He's often at the plant, or Eddie himself is at work, or with his friends. And it's fine. It isn't like that first time anymore, when he collapsed in the middle of a big muddy pool in front of the trailer and could see nothing but red skies or hear Dustin's screams ringing through his ears, the scent of decay filling up his nose until Wayne got to him and pulled him back into the present. It's not that intense anymore; he can blink those memories away and focus on the music or the voices around him instead. Even though it may still speed up his heartbeat and make his breathing uneven, he can keep functioning.

Or that's what he thought. Until he's in the car with Steve and a storm takes them by surprise and there's nowhere to hide; no way to get away from the window, to bury himself underneath a blanket under the pretense that he's cold, to do anything to take his attention away from it all. And maybe it's also because Steve is sitting right next to him: Steve, whose arms carried Eddie out of the Upside Down, the same arms that are now folded in front of his chest in the passenger seat of Eddie's van.

It's just heavy rain, at first; Eddie can handle rain, he's not a complete coward. But then he hears the rumbling thunder in the distance and his fists clench around the steering wheel and he almost forgets how to breathe. He starts pushing random buttons on the broken radio in the hope that it'll magically have repaired itself and start blasting Judas Priest to save him. Nothing happens, though. Of course not. And the rain only gets louder.

'Eddie,' says Steve, letting his name dance off his tongue in the last echoes of the thunder. Only a few months earlier, Eddie would've loved the sound of that, would have wanted to record the melody and play it on repeat forever.

'Hm?'

'Are you okay?'

Before Eddie can even start to answer that question, another deep rumble echoes through the skies while the rain starts beating even harder against the roof and the windows of his van.

'Eddie,' Steve repeats, more urgent this time. 'I need you stop driving. Right now.'

And Eddie immediately obeys.

'What's happening?' Steve asks as soon as they're standing still. His soft brown eyes wander over Eddie's face, attentive and worried.

'It's the goddamn storm, man,' Eddie explains in a choked voice.

Understanding dawns over Steve's features right away.

'Want me to drive you home?' he asks without missing a beat.

But Eddie shakes his head. 'I can't - can't get out. Of the car.' His mind takes him back to that moment when he collapsed in the middle of the trailer park - he can't do that again. Not anywhere, but certainly not here. With Steve.

'Okay, well, there's no way we're gonna keep driving like this,' says Steve. 'Let's wait it out, alright?' He doesn't talk to Eddie any differently, still seems practical as ever. Probably what years of experience with the craziest fucking supernatural shit does to a person, Eddie supposes. It's Steve at his core: act first, think later. Make sure everybody is – or feels – as safe as can be, the rest is secondary.

The thunder has come closer and a forked bolt of lightning flashes through the gray expanse of the sky. Eddie can't help but flinch at it.

Steve unbuckles his seatbelt and promptly starts climbing between the two front seats towards the back of the van. If Eddie was in any better mindset, he would probably have appreciated the view he is given much more.

'C'mon,' Steve says when he's sat on the ground, offering a hand through the two front seats. 'This seems like a good place to hide.'

Eddie has no choice but to take it. He ends up right next to Steve in the small space in front of the backseats, crouched down in a slightly uncomfortable position. Steve reaches further to the back to get the ratty old blanket that lies there and wraps it over both of them.

'Does this feel safer?'

Honestly, Eddie doesn't know. 'A little bit, I guess,' he mumbles, because that sort of feels like what the correct answer should be.

'You wanna talk about it?'

'Not really,' he admits.

'That's fine too,' Steve answers with a slight shrug. 'We can just sit here. Or do you want me to distract you?'

'I dunno.' It sounds quiet, with the way the big raindrops keep clattering onto the van. 'Wayne tells me stories, sometimes.'

''Bout what?'

'The olden days.' Eddie tries to use one of his dramatic voices, get things back to normal again, but the delivery doesn't land all too well. 'Shit he and my dad used to do. How my grandpa would get mad at them.' He pauses for a moment. 'Apparently my grandpa was scared of storms, too. And my dad. It runs in the family; that tends to happen when you're a farmer and a whole year worth of income can be destroyed by one single storm.'

'When I was younger,' Steve starts to tell, 'I was scared as shit of storms, too. I'd always make those huge pillow forts in the living room, put as many layers between me and the storm as I could.'

Eddie can picture it clear as day: a little version of the guy sitting next to him, with chubby cheeks and shorter hair, hauling a whole bunch of cushions and blankets around to make himself feel safe. It helps him take his mind off what's happening on the outside of the van.

'Sometimes my dad would crawl in there with me,' Steve continues. 'And he would wrap his arms all around me – like this – one more layer, y'know.' He shuffles to haul Eddie into his arms. They're warm against Eddie's own skin, and it is indeed comforting, so Eddie doesn't complain.

'Try to relax, okay?' Steve says. 'I'm right here, and I'll stay here with you for as long as you need. I won't let anything happen to you.' He tightens his grip and urges Eddie to let himself fall against Steve's chest. Eddie has no choice but to sway the way Steve wants him to and lands with his head right on top of Steve's heart. The fabric of his dark green polo is soft against Eddie's cheek and the sound of his heartbeat gets added to the symphony of the storm. He tries to focus solely on that heartbeat, complemented by Steve's breathing, Steve's voice – it makes it easier to drown out the sounds of the storm.

'I hate that this had to happen,' Eddie quietly admits. 'It used to be one of my favorite things in the world, standing outside in the pouring rain. Made me feel alive more than anything else.'

'It sucks,' Steve agrees. He raises one hand to put it on Eddie's head, softly stroking over his hair like he's a cat. 'After the first time we fought it,' he continues, 'when we, you know, pieced together what must've happened to Barb... I couldn't swim anymore. I was terrified of my own backyard. Nance helped me get through it, told me I should face my fears head on. She went to the library and got a whole bunch of books about phobias and traumas and kept talking to me about “exposure therapy.” I was skeptical about it at first, but it actually helped.'

Eddie chuckles darkly. 'Wanna know what happened when I tried to face this shit head on?'

'What?'

'I fucking lost it, man. Went out into the storm like I always did, and just – it was like I was back there. I lost my goddamned mind and Uncle Wayne had to pick up the pieces.'

Steve hand keeps stroking over Eddie's hair while he wraps the other one around Eddie's nervously fumbling fingers.

'We can try it together,' he says. 'We don't have to do it right now. Just... whenever you're ready. If you want to.'

Eddie nods. He isn't sure if he'll ever be ready, but at least doing it with Steve seems less daunting than doing it alone.

Another thunderclap, louder than any of the previous ones and accompanied by a bright flash of lightning, makes Eddie jump in Steve's arms.

'Try not to pay attention to it,' Steve says. 'It's gonna be over before you know it.' And then he starts humming. He even starts rocking Eddie in his arms. It should make him feel embarrassed, Eddie thinks, like he's a fucking child. But it doesn't. It helps him to let the sounds of the raging storm fade to background noise, finally taken over by the symphony that is Steve.

By the time the storm dies down, Eddie is pretty sure he must have fallen asleep at some point, because somehow he imagines that Steve presses a gentle kiss against his temple.

[lostsomewhereinescapism]

to be honest, i didn't think i'd ever use these tags again.... hello, my dead, old hyperfixation ig.

[numbuh424]

Please hear me out..... Jdrama!Light and Musical!L.

[nexus-nebulae]

so. for A Long While now we've considered officially pursuing converting to judaism. and we've finally really started the whole research process and getting familiarized with the religion and everything and. does anyone have tips on how to feel comfortable in a new religion when you've been so harmed by specific religious groups in the past (especially when the religion you have bad history with is so close to the one you're converting to, like being another abrahamic religion)

[milfbrainrot]

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I feel like in the past the mix of this site being used for both activism and fandom helped contribute to a lot of unhinged politicized fandom discourse where yeah ofc there's a political tie to media but ppl used it as... a form of activism where it was given disproportionate importance compared to other activism discussions? Whereas now we're swinging to the opposite site of How Dare You Care About Meaningless TV Shows When Politics.

Like... we can have a mix of realizing there's more important stuff to focus on than shipping discourse in the world at large without also minimizing the insane doxxing and death threats behavior going on in fandom that people in fandom have to take into consideration to be able to do their hobby, esp given how those attitudes stem from irl political climates at times in ways that are telling to study. Hobbies are kinda how we prevent activism burnout also. Crazey how that works.

[lemurballing]

tangle is so fun because she is a juxtaposition of something collected and contained with something loose and free and in motion

she’s a rough brawler but she has a stance and a style. she’s impulsive and thrillseeking, but she wraps her arms in sports tape to protect them, a precaution. she longs for adventure and action but she will always need to come to rest at home with friends. she’s bouncy and restless, but she’s an intent listener and considerate. she’s got months of off-and-on experience fighting badniks, but is still so new to real Adventure.

and while there’s plenty of traits sonic and tangle share, you can’t reduce her to ‘girl sonic’ without neglecting something of her own characterization. she fundamentally wants something different out of life than sonic does, because she doesn’t need to be anchorless; she isn’t a backpacker, sleeping somewhere new every night. she’s more like a goose, or a frigate bird; flying free for ages and ages, knowing she wants to go somewhere, until time comes to call her back to her origin.

[waitineedaname]

Yo, friendo What's the best way to consume these funny doomed men I keep seeing?

( Didn't mean it literality, but I can't help but think that the answer is with spice )

depends on which ones!! there are two series I've been posting about a lot, both by the same author: SVSSS and MDZS!

Scum Villain's Self-Saving System/SVSSS is a book series, and you can read it physically (which I did through my local library for the first two books) or online on the Internet Archive or Anna's Archive (which I did for the last two books when I got too impatient to wait on my holds). It also has a ten episode long donghua called Scumbag System that covers most of the first book and it's terrible (affectionate). You can find that one on youtube or most anime pirating sites. In short summary, SVSSS is about a terminally online dude getting isekai'd into the villain of a webnovel he absolutely hates, and in his attempt to avoid the villain's horrible death he sends the story completely off the rails. It's unhinged, hilarious, and everyone in the series is a complete freak <3 It's only four books long (three of which are the main plot and the fourth is extras)

MDZS/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation is also a book series by the same author! Similarly, you can check your public library or the Internet Archive and Anna's Archive. It also has a donghua (which I haven't watched) and a wildly successful live action drama called The Untamed (which is how I initially got into the series!). The Untamed is available on Netflix and Youtube and probably other places. It does make some significant changes due to censorship reasons and it is extremely cheesy, but I enjoy it. If you want more classical tragedy, I'd say start with The Untamed, and if you want more gay necromancy shenanigans, I'd say start with the books! In short summary, it's about the life and death and second life of Wei Wuxian as he goes from war hero to widely reviled necromancer, and it's quite fun. The book series is five books long, and The Untamed is 50 episodes long. I have a character guide for that one if you need it because the names do get confusing!

[moomeecore]

head in my hands. im so bored of people's takes. yes im super happy that people where able to enjoy it but it is NOT poor literary skills to be unsatisfied with simon & betty's ending. it's not bad because they broke up, it's bad because it SUCKED.

[wizardnuke]

does anyone know if we have to roll that rock up the hill again tomorrow

[queencvbra]

I am. So so scared about that they're doing with Tory this season lol.

[fobnsfwdoodlesbackup]

Hiiiii!! I wasn't sure if you meant to send the ask anonymously so I cropped it just in case :3

BUT THANK YOU!! AGHHH I wasn't sure how to draw it at first so I looked up some micro/macro art and was like oh. Like Ohhhhhhhhhh.

Anyways, ahem. Might be a kink of mine? Not sure! Id love to see more stuff of it in the fandom! The dream would be able to do a whole comic of it I think 👀👀👀👀

[validity-system]

your blog confuses me somewhat but i support it.

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