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this is ridiculous, theres people fighting on a website for symbols, and exaggerating over small matters. Let alone the palestine awareness thing on here. Yes its a very serious topic snd awareness must be spread but this website was not made for that purpose. You should take to massive platforms such as TikTok, Instagram exc. Post a story, repost a template, spread that awareness. Be my guest, but this website is for symbols for people to decorate their texts and creations. Thats why people come here, or why you SHOULD be coming here. ❕
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idc about the shitty smut on this website or the "erm guys you cant dislike sex, the stigma on it comes from religious extremism!!" (which may be true but there are plenty of reasons to not want to see sex everywhere AND acknowledge that forced religion is bad) , but i think itd be really cool if, on this website, you could make an account and then block tags that upset you so that i dont have to hear about everyone yappin
pls note the ai inflicts emotional damage (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
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Skibidi Toilet stared at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes red from crying. It had been a rough week, and it was only Tuesday. He had to make a decision he never thought he'd face. The room was silent, except for the occasional drip of the faucet echoing through the emptiness. It was a stark contrast to the usual laughter and banter that filled his house when LankyBox was around. LankyBox, with his awkward charm and gaming prowess, had captured Skibidi's heart. But the cracks in their relationship had started to show when Skibidi realized that Lanky's 'gyatt' was at a mere level one. It was something he had tried to overlook, but in the hypercompetitive world of gaming, it was a glaring weakness. The lack of confidence in Lanky's voice when he played, the way he'd shrink away during raids - it all pointed to the same thing. No rizz. Skibidi knew he had to face the music. He took a deep breath, wiped his tears, and opened his computer. His fingers hovered over the keys, composing a message in his mind before he finally started typing. "Hey Lanky, we need to talk." The words felt like lead as they materialized on the screen. He stared at them for what felt like an eternity before hitting send. The minutes ticked by like hours. The anticipation was unbearable. Finally, a notification popped up. Lanky had seen the message. Skibidi's heart raced as he waited for a response. The seconds stretched into minutes, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the chat bubble flickered to life. "What's up, Skib?" Skibidi's fingers trembled as he began to type. "I don't think we're... compatible anymore. I need someone with more... presence in the game." The words stung as he wrote them, but he knew he had to be honest. Lanky's silence was deafening, and Skibidi felt the weight of his words hanging in the digital void. He waited, his eyes glued to the screen. After what felt like an eternity, Lanky responded, "What do you mean?" His avatar's expression was a blend of confusion and sadness. Skibidi's chest tightened, but he couldn't take it back now. "I need someone who can keep up with me, Lanky. Someone who doesn't hold me back with your low level gyatt." The words felt like a betrayal, but he had to be firm. Lanky went offline without another word, leaving Skibidi to face the cold reality of his decision. The house was eerily quiet, and Skibidi couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake. He tossed and turned in bed that night, plagued by thoughts of Lanky's hurt expression and the hollowness of their once vibrant relationship. The next morning, Lanky was gone. His side of the bed was cold, and his gaming chair sat empty. Skibidi felt a pang of regret, but he pushed it aside, telling himself he'd done what was best for both of them. He went about his day, trying to focus on work and friends, but every time he looked at his gaming setup, the void was glaring. That evening, Lanky returned home, his eyes puffy from crying. He'd spent the day scouring the internet for answers to his gyatt woes, determined to prove himself. He had bookmarked countless articles and YouTube tutorials titled "How to Level Up Your Gyatt in Record Time," avoiding the clickbait promises of overnight transformations. He sat at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact. "Lanky," Skibidi began tentatively, "I didn't mean to hurt you." Lanky looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and determination. "I know," he said, his voice small. "But I want to change. I want to be someone you can be proud of in the game." The next week, Lanky threw himself into training. He watched videos, read blogs, and even signed up for an online gyatt boot camp. The house was a blur of energy drinks and furious typing as Lanky competed in the World Gyatt Olympics, an intense digital competition where contestants battled to push each other out of the virtual ring using their charm and wit. Days turned into weeks, and Skibidi could see the change in Lanky. He was more confident, his laughter grew louder, and there was a spark in his eyes that hadn't been there before. The WGO finals approached, and Lanky's dedication paid off. He found himself in the final round, his heart racing as the virtual lights shone down on him. The contestants were all skilled, but Lanky had something extra—desperation, hope, and a love that fueled his every move. The match was intense. Lanky's avatar, once a noobish representation of himself, had morphed into a force to be reckoned with. His quips were sharper, his strategies more refined. And then it happened—Lanky pushed the last player out of the ring with a flourish of digital finesse. The chat exploded with congratulatory emojis and cheers, and there it was, the gold gyatt medal appearing around his avatar's neck. Skibidi watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He couldn't believe it. Lanky had done it. He'd gone from a level one to a champion. The TV broadcasted the final moments of Lanky's victory, and as the camera zoomed in on his triumphant face, Skibidi felt a pang of regret. He had underestimated Lanky, and in doing so, had hurt the person he cared about the most. He knew he had to make amends. The crowd in the arena roared as Lanky's victory was announced. Skibidi's phone buzzed with notifications—messages from friends and viewers alike, praising Lanky's performance. But it was the one from Lanky that made his heart skip a beat: "I did it for us, Skib. Can we talk?" Skibidi took a deep breath and typed back, "I'm watching you right now, Lanky. You're amazing. Let's talk when you get home." The anticipation was palpable as Skibidi waited for Lanky to return. He had so much to say, so much to apologize for. When Lanky finally walked through the door, clutching his gold gyatt medal, Skibidi was there, ready to listen, to understand, and hopefully, to make things right.
MORGAN YOU FUCKING SLEPT WITH MY BOYFRIEND, AND YOU SPREAD RUMORS ABOUT ME. FUCK YOU, YOU LITTLE FUCKING TOAD FACED SLUT. TWO FACED BITCH, GO KYS. DIE IN A HOLE, I WILL BURN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE DOWN AND HANG YOU, I HAD AN 8 YR RELATIONSHIP WITH BRANDON, ALL GONE DOWN THE DRAIN CUZ OF YOU, YOU UGLY FUCKING SEWER RAT. DROWN YOU UGLY SHIT. I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT 💋💗💐 -Tessa! <33
WHY ARE YALL WRITING SMUT ON HERE IM DEAD I LOVE THIS WEBSITE 😭 𓇼𓇼𓇼𓇼
There’s something poetic about screaming before you die. In under-exertion, like a deer caught in the headlights, you fail to get away from your captor, but you cover yourself up nonetheless in useless armor of your own forearms, turning your head away in fear. You think it’ll do something, but in the heat of the moment (or maybe your blood vessels, the hair on your arm standing on its ends) you don’t think it’ll do anything but. There’s probably a policy for how that works. Science. Logic. The iron will of a hand flayed out, all the while the person doing so furrows their brows, the corners of their open mouth wrinkling against their cheek in a crude gesture of dominance. Shame on me for depicting that as something wrong, because I’m doing it right now, right? Subtle, but not subtle at the same time. The gesture of raising your arm, up-up-up into the sky, and lowering your hands clasped together a knife wrapped around it down-down-down into your victim, all the while they yell for their lives, something utterly futile; but poetic too. One of mankind’s elegies in their final death throes, expressing it in the way they know best. Conversing, saying something - opening their mouth, wide, before it closes, and so do your eyes, and your legs altogether, collapsing onto the ground. … Ha. Has winter ever been this cold? Tsugino stared down at the corpse beneath him, his back unable to hitch its owner up by the feet anymore now hunched against a garbage bag. He stared at him — it, or him? His face, so previously full of life the day before at school, chatting with a bunch of his classmates which surrounded him; eyes beady brown, glimmering in the specks of dust splattering from against the classroom window… now marble-like. His face was never this dark before, his bangs casting a shadow downwards his eyelids and into his cheeks. It was never this cold before, either. With his right palm touching the corpse’s cheek, he blew an exhale into it a moment after. There was no use caring for a NO. If they didn’t love him, who’s to say he had to care for their wellbeing in dingy alleyways either? Nobody. Nobody at all. _ … Though, now, he had somebody by his side. Wasn't that enough for him? He didn't know at all. Bleak days of cooking, walking to preparatory school, sauntering back home so as to review his notes, all the while met with a familiar face that greeted him each day — red bangs which curled into a small face, and into sharp eyes the same hue as his hair bounced each time Maeno tilted his head to the side, squinting due to his smiling widely — saying “Oh, Tsugino, you've finished cooking dinner?!” only to scrunch itself up in disgust, realizing he had mixed vegetables in it . . . this was fine, after all. Tsugino had grown accustomed to it. In fact, he delighted in such normality, knowing that for once, he was content with this life. He smiled at the sky, and it smiled back at him. If only it had just stayed the same forever. For some reason, Tsugino couldn't help but turn his head away from Maeno, not in contempt, but neutrality, because he realized something was off with the way he viewed his roommate (friend, former doctor, former handcuffed-by-the-wrist-partner) and he didn't know how to deal with it. He'd had felt these feelings before, but now that he was more, admittedly, mentally stable, the influx of emotions came through into his brain, overriding its insides completely. He didn't know what to do in order to handle these emotions, because he knew what they were; he just didn't want to say them out loud. He knew what it was. It was just at the tip of his tongue, rolling off of his mouth, swirling into his ears and back into his brain, mind’s eye trembling at the thought of it. He knew it was. Each thought he had about Doc intensified by the second, each tick of the clock creaking in a momentary steadying of itself before spinning in circles. His own cheek in his own palm. A pursing of his lips. His elbow holding his face propped onto his studying desk. His eyes inclined to the wooden surface, for it had naught else to focus onto for the time being. Maeno grinning, his teeth crooked into the shape of a feline cat shining through his open mouth. His eyes closed, fluttered, eyelashes barely visible when opened were his eyelids now visible, specks of what seemed to be dust sprinkled about. His red hair, messy, strands coiling themselves back into his scalp because he barely brushed his hair, if ever, even though the braid which dangled through his right bang was neatly kept, moving, turning once he looked at the camera (Tsugino’s imagination) Snap. Maeno’s eyes. They angled upwards, the upper eyelid curving into an arc ever-so-slightly. His pupils were smaller than the average person, the bottom half of his sclera made visible by his irises shaped into an oval, though jouncing to the side each little glance he took at each little precious thing he wanted to focus his attention onto. Snap. Maeno’s eyebrows. They were thin, long. Darker than his hair color. They were expressive. If you were to cover up his entire face, his eyebrows would still be something you could utilize in order to discern what he was feeling. Snap. Each time his collarbones peeked out from under his shirt as he angled his torso towards you. Snap. His fingers, long, scarred. Even though they had bandaids littered about, right onto his knuckles or other more curious locations like the tip of his index finger, they were pretty to look at, veins protruding through the back of his palm as they posed for the camera or as they wrapped themselves around an object. Snap. His skin. Snap. His knees. Snap. His ankles. Snap. His wrists. Snap. His chin. Snap. His cheeks. Snap. His ears. Snap. His back. Snap. His nape. Snap…? His everything? Was it the click of a polaroid camera, slowly lifted down in order for Tsugino to look at his muse in all of his glory, or a metaphor for Tsugino’s desire to eat Maeno whole? Was it his forlorn to reach his hand out to Maeno as he placed his palm onto his, wrapping his fingers around his hand before gently tugging at Maeno’s wrist, afterwards pulling him forward, leaning his chin into his for a kiss, or did he want to sink his teeth into his lips, tearing through it for he lowered it down into his chin, lower and lower into his stomach stained with blood which trailed through the gaping hole in his stomach, crudely shaped into the edge of a knife? Was it about Tsugino's scrutinizing gaze, cold, soft, everything in between, or his desire to kill Aki? It was both. It was two. One. Haru wanted to kill him. He wanted to see him dead. He wanted to see Aki’s guts spill out from outwards his stomach, the tenderness coming with a splurch and ending in a crescendo that was from in-and-out, dipping into the sausage-like organs. He wanted to reel his forearms back into the air, holding a knife in his trembling hands now gripping tighter onto the handle, only to stab Aki in the throat. He wanted to see him in such a position he couldn't help but be killed by him, maybe yelling, or maybe not. Maybe tears running down his cheeks, down the corner of his sharp eyes now squinting, closing in impulse; he wanted to kiss his tears away. He wanted to see its translucence, sempiternal, somewhat vaguely stained with red coming from his stomach, or his throat, or his eye, any part of him. He would accept all of them. He would accept all of them gratefully, kissing them too, or cutting them up into tiny pieces, chewing each in his mouth with a crunch from his left and a crunch from his right, before leaning into his collarbone made visible by the tank-top unfolding to the side, sinking his teeth into his skin, deeper into the flesh, and deeper into the muscle. He would like that. Two Haru loved him. Aki had taught him cruelly the meaning of love, and gently the meaning of love. He wanted to wrap his fingers around Aki’s jaw, before sliding his fingers forward to his chin so as to prop his mouth in front of his, kissing him, the hot air pressing against their faces each breath they took through inside of the mouths, pirouetting, swirling into their humid surroundings as Haru tilted his head to the side so as to lick at Aki’s tongue, swirling it around the base, their salivas mixing together into one - maybe that was the sort of thing he sought out in eating him, because that too was Aki inside of him. … … … … … Tsugino knew what he felt. He was so embarrassed, he had to say it. There was no use running away from it any longer, anyways, because any more and he'd have been lying to himself. He had a crush on Doc. Maeno Aki.
(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) im so sick of accidentally clicking on weird ass stuff jst post ur shit to ao3 or smthhhh..... -🍀/ᐠ≽•ヮ•≼マ

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guys if ur gonna post smut or wtv pls put warnings,, and proshipping + paraphilia is fvcking disgusting. atleast make your smut good you little horndogs 💀 it's ok to have sexual feelings and to write abt them but make sure there's tags!! ^_^ the main problem is ppl putting random tags like 'star' and 'coquette' underneath it, put relevant tags so when ppl wanna see it that's what they find and when they don't, they see silly littel emoji combos !! - alienkat :33

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LMAO, TESSA, TESSA. YOU'RE JUST MAD THAT BRANDON LOVES ME. HE LOVED ME FIRST. IN FACT, HE NEVER LOVED YOU. IF HE REALLY LOVED YOU, THEN WHY WOULD HE LEAVE YOU? "8 YR RELATIONSHIP DOWN THE DRAIN" UTTERLY HILARIOUS, IF YOU TRY TO DO ANYTHING I'LL CALL THE COPS AND YOUR CUNT FACE WILL BE IN JAIL. JUST GET OVER IT HONESTLY, I'M GONNA FILE A RESTRAINING ORDER ON YOU. CIAO BITCH! <33 -Morgan! xoxo
Im schizophrenic :3c🥂cheers to schizospecs everyone!!
💀💀💀 bruh how tf did a website for posting silly combos become so toxic. how abt this. we let the weirdos create their own page. and theyll stay out of thee wholesome shit.
╭ • :¨ ·.· ¨: • ┈┈ • ┈┈ -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈╮ `· . ୨୧ ⌞ practice writing : JJK⌝ ─ ୨୧ There wasn’t many things six-eyes couldn’t pick up on, but the emotions of others were one. Something about being understanding of the inner workings of the world around you, yet unable to truly get the 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 was a real pain in the neck. Suguru was one prime example of someone Satoru couldn’t ever fully comprehend. How could he justify hurting people to the degree that he must have to, to pursue those damn ideals he claimed? Was he right? Was Satoru fighting the man in the right? He never could pick up on what Suguru was thinking, what if he knew something Satoru didn’t? Didn’t Satoru know 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 by now? It was a failure of his own abilities that he couldn’t tell, couldn’t grapple with the idea, he was sure. He wanted to understand why anything ever happened within the brain, but it was quite obvious that would never happen by now. ╰┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ┈┈ • ┈┈ • ┈┈ • :¨ ·.· ¨: • ╯ `· . ୨୧ eyesofsix 💬 : bleh this is rambling. anyway, publishing this anonymously on a symbols website. because i have nothing better to do, I guess. + feel free to use any of this for whatever, its not even an au its just random word vomit. probably sucks, but this is an anonymous website! ╰┈➤ hah. cant judge me here. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
why did i see a nsfw fanfic of trump and biden on here .. BRO IM DONE 💀💀
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BRUH- THERE'S DRAMA ON AN EMOJI COMBO SITE 💀 THIS IS HILARIOUS BAHAHAHA -Bexley <33
My first Warriors Fanfic piece: written on 11/28/24 DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT ASKING ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Greenkit lay curled up in her nest, but sleep refused to visit her. She yawned and stretched, but her eyes remained stubbornly open as she gazed up at the stars twinkling through the den entrance. She tried counting them, but she lost track after the first dozen. She tried closing her eyes and picturing a warm, cozy place, but all she could see was the darkness around her, and the silhouettes of her slumbering littermates. She was getting more and more frustrated by the minute, and she couldn't help but let out a pitiful mew. Sootcloud, Greenkit's father, heard her cry from the other side of the nursery den and padded over to her. "What's wrong, my little one?" he asked tenderly. "I can't go to sleep, Dada," Greenkit replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've tried everything I can think of, but sleep won't come." Sootcloud smiled knowingly and sat down beside her. "Ah, I remember those nights," he said. "When I was just a kit, I used to have the same trouble. But I learned a trick that always put me to sleep." Greenkit's ears perked up. "What trick?" she asked eagerly, her stubby ginger tabby tail swishing. Sootcloud licked her forehead affectionately. "I sing," he said simply. “I sing just like my mother did. I sing, just like the Sisters.” Greenkit rolled her eyes. "Daddy, I know you're a great singer, but I doubt that will work." Sootcloud chuckled. "Not just any song, my dear. A very special one, a song about the wonders of the night and the mystery of the northern wind." Greenkit looked at him skeptically. "I don't know that I've ever heard that one." "Of course, you have," Sootcloud said. "It's the song I always sang to you when you were just a tiny kit, remember?" Greenkit thought for a moment, and then she nodded. "Oh, that song! I love that one." "Good," Sootcloud said, and began to sing softly: "Hush, little one What do you hear? The wolf's howl deep in the forest, And the foxes' yowl in search of food. The owl screeches as she flies above, A symphony of sounds, all sung in nocturnal rhyme. But don't be afraid, dear For the night is a friend She covers our fur with her dark pelt, She wraps us in her stealthy embrace. With peaceful darkness, a calm, gentle wind The northern wind whispers in the trees Its chilly breath, the midnight breeze Feel how the wind blows through your bones! See the treetops shake and shiver...! So, close your eyes, and let dreams take flight. As you drift off to sleep in the beauty of the night. For the stars will shine and the moon will glow And the wonders of the night will forever call. The wolf howls through the forest. He wants to but cannot rest. His pack is hungry, and it’s cold in their den. The north wind ruffles his fur as it brings the scent of prey. The wolf raises his savage head, ready for the kill. Hush now, little holly berry, sweet slumber to thee May the mysteries of the night be yours to see The northern wind has tales to tell, of lands beyond where spirits dwell. Mysterious and unknown to all Yet the wind remembers them…as the leaves fall…” Greenkit felt her eyes start to droop as her father's voice wrapped her in a warm sense. She snuggled down into her nest, feeling the rhythm of the song like a lullaby. The words were like a story, a tale of mystery and beauty that captured her imagination. Gradually, she felt herself drifting off, the edges of sleep tugging at her mind. Sootcloud lowered his voice, slowing the tempo of the song, until he was hardly singing at all. His eyes were closed, and Greenkit couldn't tell if he was still singing or not. She lay there for a moment, listening to the silence, and then glanced up at her father. Sootcloud's eyes were open, and she could see the moon reflected in them. He smiled down at her, his face touched by the light of the stars. Greenkit smiled back, feeling her eyelids drift shut. The last thing she heard was her father's voice, soft and gentle as a breeze, singing to her of night and wonder and the mystery of the world beyond. And then she slept, peaceful and content, dreaming of all the amazing things the nighttime held.
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im an adult and came here for emojis. discovering there is a world of kids just having discourse on a fucking emoji site is wild to me. A word of advice. dont post your fanfic and writing to here, nsfw or otherwise. wattpad exists. please just go there you will have a much better experience trust me. might even garner a following. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
btw yalls smut fics suck ass ^_^ stop being fucking weird. Go on Tumblr or ao3 or wattpad or something not a fucking font website. Let people look for emojis u waste of space
hai guys…..its been a year is there still drama on here ??
ⁱᶠ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜˢ ᵒⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇᵃᵈˡʸ ᵃᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵗᵃᵍ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵒʳʳᵉᶜᵗˡʸ??? ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ˢᵐ-ᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵃˡˡ ⁱ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᵉᵈ ʷᵃˢ "ᶜᵘᵗᵉ."🪶📷🍀💐🪽🐏🦢🪐
"( //>///<//)🎀 yes… yes i do 💗 do.. you like me..? (o/////o " )🚗 (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) YESSSS would you like to go with me to the dance? (¬////¬)" what the actual f**** is this bro I'm just Tryna look for emojis🌺🍡🥛 you need to get sunghooned for this watpad..⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣶⣶⣦⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣴⣿⣿⣶⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⣿⡟⢿⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⣈⡴⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⠛⣭⠄⠀⠟⠛⠋⠀⠀⠘⣿⡟⢳⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⢿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣧⣿⡧⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢳⣤⣿⠟⣉⣁⣴⣶⣶⣿⡏⠛⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣹⣄⣀⣈⣽⠛⠁⠀⠈⠹⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣋⣄⡉⠉⠋⠰⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠹⣿⣶⣤⣄⣀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⠿⠙⠋⠁⢹⣷⣾⠇⠀⠤⠤⣄⠀⠀⠻⡝⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡴⠚⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣄⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⣤⣦⣤⣶⡟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢄⣿⠛⠛⣿⡿⠟⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠌⠙⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆ ⠀⠀⣀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣠⣤⣴⣶⣶⣦⣟⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣄⡀⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠉⠉⠉ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⣇⠙⡻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡏⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⣿⣎⡇⢸⡏⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⡇⣿⢿⣷⣾⣿⣶⣿⣧⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⣿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⡟⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣿⣇⡆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
☁️people aren't going to stop posting weird stuff on here just because you tell them not to. y'all are more annoying than the people uploading it at this point ☁️
yes i agree that pørn shouldn't be made on an emoji / kaomoji website, yes i believe pørn is disgusting but be so real , what kind of child would search it up on a KAOMOJI website ? be so realistic right now. no , your “guyzz i’m like so sad ppl are posting disgusting stuff here uwu” get a fucking grip. leave people alone. there IS a warning sign that there may be nudity , just don’t yk 💀 ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ORRR MAYBE THE KID HAS A P0RN ADDICTION? its exposing them to these digsusting things. and if you're a kid scrolling for smxt or something, please genuinely stop. i hope you get help and ik how hard it is to quit. sending love !!

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" remember — no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason — one should never poke fun at death. " as the directshe picked up her bag. everything she ever wanted to see again was on the fate of her journey to wuwang hill. yet, also the time when she bid farewell to her grandfather. it was just her, with liyue's moonlight glowing to illuminate the path through the hill. as the time passed, one reached the " border ". thus, this is one's place where sacrifices were made, the place where it separates life and death. herself, she thinks of it the last time to part the soul of her late grandfather. for two days, she kept holding onto hope. but hope itself let her down, as she finally arrived at her destination, her grandfather was not to be seen. she wandered through weeping souls, through the darkness that remained silent, but no sight of her grandfather. at that moment, in exhaustion, she closed her eyes for a sleep. awaken in the next day, to be seen with lone souls around her clapping and jeering: - " silly girl, why would old hu be here in all places ? " the realizations struck to her. her grandfather's soul held no grief, and is to be passed on peacefully. she smiled to herself, as she settled back. " in the darkest of times, always live your life to the fullest. " as she walked back to wangsheng, a feeling of relief was exhaled by her breath. " farewell, grandfather. "
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y’all.. stop being so sensitive over nsfw on this. yes i agree they shouldmt have it on a emoji website but blud its the parent’s fault if the kids see it. - sage
" remember — no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason — one should never poke fun at death. " the director picked up her bag. everything she ever wanted to see again was on the fate of her journey to wuwang hill. yet, also the time when she bid farewell to her grandfather. it was just her, with liyue's moonlight glowing to illuminate the path through the hill. as the time passed, one reached the " border ". thus, this is one's place where sacrifices were made, the place where it separates life and death. herself, she thinks of it the last time to part the soul of her late grandfather. for two days, she kept holding onto hope. but hope itself let her down, as she finally arrived at her destination, her grandfather was not to be seen. she wandered through weeping souls, through the darkness that remained silent, but no sight of her grandfather. at that moment, in exhaustion, she closed her eyes for a sleep. awaken in the next day, to be seen with lone souls around her clapping and jeering: - " silly girl, why would old hu be here in all places ? " the realizations struck to her. her grandfather's soul held no grief, and is to be passed on peacefully. she smiled to herself, as she settled back. " in the darkest of times, always live your life to the fullest. " as she walked back to wangsheng, a feeling of relief was exhaled by her breath. " farewell, grandfather. "
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Pony High Written by @vanessathebaconhater on YouTube. -------------------------------------------------------------------- [Scene 1, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle and Spike] (Twilight retreats to her library after running the Flim Flam brothers out of Ponyville with Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Pinkie Pie sees Twilight in her library and decides to come in to ask her some questions about the racket at Sweet Apple Acres) Twilight: *sighs and flips through her book, 𝘗𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 Parallel Universes* Pinkie: *quickly barges in through the open door, making a loud sound* Twilight: PINKIE! Pinkie: Whaaaat? It was open! Twilight: CAN'T YOU KNOCK?! Pinkie: Sorry... Heehee... I wanted to tell you something! Twilight: What is it, Pinkie? Pinkie: Applejack wanted to celebrate a sleep over at her place for running the who...? Ugghh... The flimmer flamities! She was wondering if you come at like 8 PM. Just the 6 of us. Personally. Twilight: Yeah, sure I'll come. But do you not remember their names? Pinkie: No. I just grabbed all the cider I could and went home but when I went home I got a really bad cough! So that's why I couldn't come back. I really wish I could. Twilight: Oh, Flim and Flam. Pinkie: What did they do? 𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. Pinkie: Hey! Whatcha reading?! Twilight: Nothing, just some physics. Pinkie: Oh, well aren't you going to tell me what they did? Twilight: Maybe at the sleepover? Pinkie: Pleeeaaase? With a cherry on toooop? Twilight: Okay fine... Pinkie: Were they cute? Twilight: What kind of question is that? Pinkie: C'mon! Tell me. Twilight: Flam really caught my eye. Pinkie: The one with the mustache? Twilight: Yeah... Promise you'll keep this a secret 𝘈𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 Twilight: He gave me a rose, before he and Flim competed for the Ponyville Cider Supply. Wait a minute... Pinkie: Oooooo! Twilight: How did you know one of them had a mustache? Pinkie: Silly, I watched you! I saw everything. Twilight: Uhm... Please dont tell anyone. Please. Pinkie: I promise! Pinkie promise!! Twilight: Okay. Thanks, I need to study now. Pinkie: Okie dokie loki! Twilight: 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 Hahaha... Pinkie you're sooo random...Ha. Pinkie: Well I'll be going now! Bye Twi! Twi bye!! Twilight: Bye. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥𝘭𝘺 Twilight: 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 OH MY GOSH! SPIIIIIIKE!!! Spike: It's like this everyday. Can't you keep your voice down? Twilight: No I can't! Pinkie KNOWS. Spike: About your crush? Twilight: Yeah. She pinkie promised she wouldn't tell AJ. Spike: Well if she pinkie promises, that means she won't tell her! She risked her life once for a pinkie promise. Twilight: Okay, okay 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 I'm coming to Applejack's sleepover, at the barn, with my friends, we're going to eat apple pie, do each other's hair, everything is going to be ALRIGHT. Spike: If that's what you want. You can go. Twilight: Pack my bags. Spike: Ugh... -------------------------------------------------------------------- After the happenings of the first arrival of the Flim Flam brothers, Twilight falls in love with Flam. Pinkie asks her to go to a mane six celebration sleepover for ridding Flim and Flam out of town. The six of them play several board games including classic 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘦. Twilight gets dared to jump off of a tree and goes comatose. She then wakes up to see herself in another universe where everything takes event in her old high school, with her old friends and is under the influence that she has time travelled or fell into a time rip. Twiflam! © Creative Commons Use tag "vanessathebaconhater" or "pony high' for moaaar!!
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THEY WERE MY ADOPTIVE PARENTS( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ) you got that? -carl
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WOMP WOMP BETHANY(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
SHUT UP CARL! my freaking dog dies and you tell me womp womp!??? WHAT IS THAT FOR DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SENSE OF EMOTIONS! -bethany ᥫ᭡.
Oh no bethany. your dog died. ITS NOT LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN AN ORPHAN SINCE YOU WERE 2! and you remember the night your drunk father came home and killed your mother then himself -CARL ▄︻デ╦═一━
yall i'm aabout to crash out i'm watching BILL FREAKING NYE and its a forensics episode. like wut. its so boring i'ma bout to dieeeeeeeee. then they'll have to do the weird FORENSICS stuff on me...my teacher is so freaking gay... oh well.🤷‍♀
Guys talk to me I need to get involed. Some dude threw a dill pickle at me and now I have PTSD (Pickle Tramatic Stress Disorder) 🥒
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Not me reading thhe tea🍵 while i'm supposed to be watching bill nye...
Carl you know thats not true. its DEFINETLY NOT TRUE i went to your house the other day and saw your parents. -bethany-`♡´-
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𝐌e: 𝒦𝓐T
story i wrote while in class :p 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘜𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳—𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢, 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹—𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. 𝘡𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 . 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵—𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘈 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘷𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬—𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. “𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,” 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳?” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺, “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.” 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳— “𝘔𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰.” 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴. “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬…” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺. 𝘐 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘺, 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬— “𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦.” 。゚•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• 。゚ search ( lovelyangel.) for more storues written by me
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Joe and Donald were sworn enemies. Every day for years, they kept plotting and plotting the other's downfall. Until the fateful day of July 13th, 2024, when Donald became the plot of an abhorrent assassination plot. And on that day, during the Trump rally in Pennsylvania, bang! An attack! Before he knew it, Donald had been shot in the ear by his assassin, Skibidi Toilet... Alas, all turned out fine in the end. And the news started spreading all throughout the States and across the world like wildfire. And soon as he heard the news, the current President of the United States, Joe Biden, was enraged. How dare they try to assassinate his long-time rival?! He called him instantly. "Trump! What happened? I'm coming over now!" He furiously slammed the phone back into its cradle as he stormed out of the White House, red in the face and fuming. Brushing past security, the hospital staff, and barging down the hospital room door, he finally saw his rival- weak on the hospital bed with a clot of blood leaking through the bandages on his head. "Trump!"
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⣷⢯⣷⣻⢾⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣯⣟⡾⣽⢯⣟⣾⣳⣟⡾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣳⣟⢾⣳⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣻⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣯⣟⡷⣯⢿⣽⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣻⣞⣷⣻⣞⡷⣯⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣽⣻⡃⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣽⡇⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿⢯⡿⣽⣳⢯⣟⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⣟⡾⣽⢯⣟⡾⣽⣻⣞⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣽⣿⢾⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣯⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢈⣿⣽⣻⣞⣯⣟⡿⣞⡷⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣿⠁⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣽⣻⣞⡷⣯⣟ ⣯⣟⣾⣳⢿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣟⡾⣽⢯⣟⣾⣳⣟⡾⣽⡿⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⣏⠾⣭⢏⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⡷⣯⢿⡽⣯⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⣷⣻⣞⡷⣯⣟⡷⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣳⢿⡅⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⢿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠰⣿⢯⣟⡷⣯⣟⡾⣽⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⢯⡿⣽⣻⢾⣽⣳⣟⡾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢾⣽⣻⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣯⣷⣏⠀⠀⠀⠠⣿⣞⣷⣻⢾⡽⣽⢯⢿⣽⡎⠀⠀⠀⢸⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣟⣾⣳⢯⣟⡷⣯ ⣷⣛⡾⣝⣾⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⣽⢯⣟⣾⣳⣟⡾⣽⣳⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⣿⠼⡹⡜⣎⢾⠀⠀⠀⢀⠂⠀⠈⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⣽⢯⡷⢯⡇⠀⠀⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣷⣻⢾⣽⣳⢯⣟⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢯⣿⠆⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣻⡇⠀⠀⠀⢘⣿⣻⢾⣽⣳⢯⡿⣽⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣯⢿⣽⣳⢯⣟⣾⣳⢯⣟⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⣯⢿⡆⠀⠀⠀⢸⣯⣷⡧⠀⠀⠀⠐⣿⡽⣾⡽⣯⢿⡽⣯⣟⡾⣧⠐⠀⠀⠘⠃⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣞⡷⣯⣟⡾⣽⣳ ⢧⢻⣜⡳⢺⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡿⣽⢻⣞⣧⣟⢾⡽⣳⣻⡇⠀⠀⡈⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⣎⡵⡹⡜⣺⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⠀⢹⡇⠀⠄⠀⢸⡿⣽⢯⣽⣻⡇⠀⠀⠠⠀⠀⠀⢀⢸⣷⢯⣟⡾⣽⣻⡞⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣟⣾⡃⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⢿⡇⠀⠀⠄⢨⣿⣽⣻⢮⡿⣽⣽⢻⡇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣟⡿⡾⣽⣻⣞⡷⣯⣟⡾⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣞⣿⡃⠀⠀⠠⢸⣯⣷⡗⠀⠀⠄⢈⣿⣽⣳⠿⣽⣳⣟⣳⣭⣟⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡷⣯⣟⡷⣏⣿⣳⢯ ⣏⡳⢎⡽⣹⠀⠀⢀⠀⢸⡟⣼⢫⢾⡜⣮⢻⡜⣧⢻⡅⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⠀⠀⢸⡧⣚⢥⡓⣽⠀⢀⠀⠂⠁⠀⠀⢸⡇⠀⡀⠀⢸⡿⣭⡟⣾⣽⠂⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣻⢾⣽⣳⢯⣟⣿⠀⢀⠐⠀⣿⡾⣽⡃⠀⠀⡀⢸⣿⣻⡇⠀⢀⠀⠐⠿⠶⠿⠿⢾⣷⣫⢿⡇⠀⠀⠂⢸⡿⣽⣻⢷⣛⡾⣽⣳⢯⡷⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠽⡾⠿⠃⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⡷⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠾⠿⠿⢷⣟⡾⣽⣞⣧⢿⣇⠀⠀⡀⠐⠀⠀⢠⣿⣻⣗⣯⠿⣽⢶⣯⣟ ⢮⡕⣏⠶⣱⠀⠀⠠⠀⢸⡟⣼⠹⣮⢝⡲⢫⣜⢣⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⢩⢆⡳⢼⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠀⠐⠀⠋⠀⠀⠀⢸⣟⡵⢯⡳⣿⠀⠂⠀⠀⣦⠀⠂⠀⢈⣿⣽⣻⢞⣽⣻⡞⣿⠀⠀⠠⠀⣿⣽⣻⡅⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⢿⡇⠀⠀⠀⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣷⢯⣿⡇⠀⠀⠂⢸⣿⣳⢯⡿⣝⣿⢳⣯⠿⣝⣿⠀⠀⠀⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⣾⣟⡿⣧⠀⠠⠐⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣯⣟⢷⣻⡼⣯⢿⡀⠀⠀⠄⠂⠀⣸⣿⣳⣟⣾⣻⡽⣯⢶⣯ ⡳⡜⣎⢳⡱⠀⠀⡁⠀⢸⢯⡜⡻⢴⢫⣜⠳⣬⢣⡟⠀⢀⠈⠀⣿⠀⠈⠀⠀⢿⣚⢬⡓⢾⠀⠈⢀⠀⢷⠀⠂⢀⠀⡁⠀⡁⢸⣧⣛⢧⡝⣯⠀⢀⠀⠠⣿⠀⡀⠀⡀⣿⡾⣽⣻⣞⢷⣻⢿⠀⢈⠀⠀⣿⣳⢿⡆⠀⠁⠈⢸⣯⢿⡇⠈⠀⠁⢀⣀⣁⣀⣀⣸⣯⣟⣾⡇⠀⡀⠁⢸⣷⢯⡿⣽⣻⣼⣻⣞⡿⣽⣻⠀⠈⠀⠀⣁⣀⠐⠀⠈⠀⣾⡿⣽⣻⡧⠀⢀⠀⢀⣈⣀⣀⣀⣸⣷⢯⣟⣳⢯⣷⣻⡇⢀⠈⡀⠀⢄⣿⢷⣻⣼⣳⢷⣻⣭⣟⢾ ⣳⠹⣬⢣⡝⠀⢀⠐⠀⢸⠷⣸⡝⣣⠳⡼⣙⢦⣹⡇⠀⢀⠀⢰⣿⡄⠂⠀⠂⢹⡞⢦⡝⣺⠀⠐⠀⡀⢸⡇⠐⠀⡀⠐⠀⡐⢸⣧⢻⡼⣹⡇⠀⡀⠀⢰⣿⠄⡀⠀⠄⣻⣽⣳⢟⡾⢯⡷⣿⠀⠂⠐⠀⣿⢯⣿⠆⠀⠄⠠⢸⣯⢿⡇⠐⡀⢀⢨⣿⣻⢟⡿⢯⣷⢫⣾⡇⠀⠀⠂⢸⣯⣟⡷⢯⣗⣻⡼⣽⣞⡷⣿⠀⠐⢀⠀⣿⣿⠀⠂⠀⠀⢻⣽⣳⢯⡗⢈⠀⠠⠐⣿⣟⢿⣻⠿⣭⣟⡾⣽⣛⣶⢻⣷⠀⠠⢀⠀⢸⡿⣯⢷⣛⣮⠿⣵⣛⡾⢯ ⣏⠶⣍⢮⡱⠀⢈⠐⡀⢸⡶⣍⣳⢫⡖⣣⠟⣬⢻⠃⢀⠈⠄⢸⣿⡅⠐⠀⡀⢺⡗⡼⣱⢻⠀⠐⡀⠁⢸⣧⠐⠀⡁⢂⠀⡁⢸⡯⣞⡵⣻⠇⡀⠁⠂⢸⣿⡆⠁⡀⠄⢹⣯⣟⣾⣳⣞⣧⣿⠀⡐⠀⡀⣿⡾⣽⠆⠀⣀⣀⣸⣿⣾⡇⢀⠁⠈⢨⣿⣻⣼⣳⢾⣹⠾⣽⡇⠀⠂⠄⢸⡿⣽⣳⢾⡽⣯⢷⣯⣽⡳⣿⠀⠐⢈⠀⣿⣽⡆⢀⡀⠄⢸⡿⣯⢾⡗⢈⠀⡀⠰⣿⡽⣞⣯⢶⣯⣟⣳⢯⡿⣝⡾⣿⠀⢂⠈⠀⣾⡷⣯⣞⡿⣽⠶⣯⣟⡷⣞ ⢮⣓⠞⣦⢹⠀⠀⠂⠄⢸⡳⢼⣡⠷⡹⣬⢛⡖⣿⠀⠄⠐⡀⠿⠿⠇⢈⠀⠄⠸⣟⢴⢣⣻⠀⠠⠐⠀⣸⣿⡀⠐⡀⠄⠐⠠⢸⡿⣜⣳⣿⠀⡐⠠⠀⠾⠿⠧⠀⠀⠄⠸⣟⡾⣵⣻⡼⣞⣿⠀⠠⠐⠀⣿⣽⣾⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣿⣷⣷⣯⣯⣛⡿⣽⡇⠀⠂⡐⢸⣟⡷⣯⣻⢗⣯⢿⡼⣶⣛⣿⠀⠐⠠⠀⣿⣞⡇⠠⠀⠀⠘⣿⣳⢯⡟⢀⠠⠐⢈⣿⣽⢳⣯⣻⠶⣏⣯⢷⣻⣭⢟⣿⠀⠂⠄⠁⣿⣳⠷⣯⢾⣝⣻⠷⡾⣽⢞ ⡯⣜⢫⢆⢯⠀⢈⠐⠠⢸⡝⢮⡱⣋⠷⣜⣣⠞⣟⠀⠌⢀⠐⡀⠄⠐⢀⠂⢈⠐⣿⢎⡷⣹⠀⠄⡁⠂⢸⣿⡅⠂⠄⡈⠄⡁⢸⣿⡹⣶⡿⢀⠐⡀⢁⠠⠀⠀⡐⠈⢀⠠⣿⣻⣵⣻⣼⢳⣿⠀⠡⣠⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣯⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⡇⠠⠁⠀⢸⣯⣟⢾⣵⣻⢾⣹⡽⣞⣭⣿⠀⢈⠐⠀⣿⣞⣿⠀⡁⢈⠀⣿⡽⣯⡟⢀⠀⢂⠨⣿⣞⣻⢶⢯⣟⡽⣞⡯⣷⢞⣯⣿⠀⠡⢈⠀⣿⣭⠿⣽⠾⣝⣾⢻⡽⡽⣞ ⡗⣎⠳⡎⢼⠀⠠⠈⠄⢸⡝⢮⡱⣙⠞⡴⢃⣻⡇⠌⠐⡀⢂⣀⣈⣐⠀⢂⠀⠂⢿⣯⣾⣽⠀⠐⡀⢁⢺⡽⣧⠈⠄⡐⠠⠐⢸⡷⣏⣷⡇⢀⠂⠄⢀⣀⣁⣁⠐⠠⠀⠂⢿⣳⢧⡷⣞⢯⣿⠀⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣄⠈⠄⢸⡷⣯⢻⣼⢳⡯⣗⣻⡽⣎⣿⠀⠠⠈⠄⣻⢾⣽⡀⠄⠠⠀⢻⣽⢶⣏⠀⠂⠄⡘⣿⣼⣛⣮⢟⣮⢟⣳⢯⢷⣛⣮⢿⠀⡁⢂⠀⣿⡞⡿⣭⢿⡝⣞⡯⢷⣻⢭ ⡝⣆⡛⡜⢲⠀⠠⠡⢈⢸⡜⢦⠓⣍⢎⡱⢍⣼⠇⠠⠁⠄⣸⡏⢭⢹⡆⠠⠈⡁⢸⡆⠴⢹⠀⠡⠐⠠⢸⣟⣽⡄⠒⠠⢁⠂⢸⡿⡵⣾⠃⡄⠐⠠⢸⡿⣯⢿⡇⠠⠁⢂⢸⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣯⢻⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⢸⣟⡷⢯⣞⢯⣳⢯⣳⢯⣝⣿⠀⠡⠈⠄⣻⢯⣾⡇⠈⡀⢁⢺⣯⣟⡧⢈⠐⠠⢘⣿⢶⡻⡼⢯⡞⣯⣽⢫⣯⢟⡼⣿⠀⡐⢀⠂⣽⣻⡽⣽⣺⡽⣭⢟⣯⣳⢯ ⡻⢴⡙⡬⢓⠀⢁⠂⢂⠘⠚⠂⠛⠐⠚⣦⢃⣾⠁⠂⠌⡐⣼⢣⠎⡼⡇⠐⠠⠐⠸⣏⡜⣹⠀⠡⢈⠐⢸⡝⣎⣧⠠⢁⠂⡐⢸⣟⣳⣿⠠⢀⠁⡂⣿⣻⢵⣫⣇⠐⣡⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠚⠛⠚⠻⣾⣝⣧⣟⢮⣿⠀⢂⠁⠂⣿⣻⢼⣇⠐⡀⢂⠸⣷⣞⣯⠀⠌⡐⢀⠛⠚⠓⠛⠻⢾⣳⣭⡟⣮⣏⢿⣽⠀⡐⢀⠂⣿⢧⣟⢾⣱⠿⣼⣛⡶⣛⡾ ⣟⢦⡽⡸⢭⠀⡈⠐⠠⠁⠌⡈⠄⠉⠄⣿⣌⣿⠀⡉⠠⠀⣿⣣⢝⡲⣷⠈⡁⠂⠁⣿⠴⣹⢀⠁⠂⠌⢸⡳⣌⢿⡀⢂⠐⠠⢸⣯⢳⡿⢀⠂⡐⢀⣿⢧⡻⡼⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⠁⠂⣽⣞⠾⣞⢯⣾⠀⠂⠌⡀⣿⢧⡻⣯⠐⠠⠀⠌⣿⣞⣧⢈⠐⡀⠂⠌⠠⠁⠌⡀⢸⡷⣧⢟⣷⢺⣏⣿⠀⡐⢀⠂⣿⡽⢮⣟⡞⣯⣳⣭⢟⣽⢺ ⣯⢚⡴⣋⠞⣀⢠⣁⣂⣁⣐⣀⣌⣈⣐⣿⠼⣇⣐⣈⣀⣡⡿⣝⢮⢳⢿⣀⣌⣀⣡⣹⡯⣽⣀⣈⣁⣌⣼⡻⢬⢻⣇⣠⣈⣐⣸⣯⢹⣗⣀⣁⣈⣸⡟⣼⢣⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡟⣟⢻⠻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣳⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⣁⣾⣽⢻⡽⣎⣿⣄⣉⣀⣄⣿⣫⠷⣿⣀⣁⣉⣀⣿⣞⣧⣀⣂⣄⣁⣈⣄⣁⣂⣀⣹⣟⡾⣹⣞⣳⢞⣿⣀⣐⣠⣀⣿⡞⡿⣼⣹⢧⢷⣚⣯⢾⣹ ⣎⠳⡬⢱⡚⣌⠧⠲⡌⢧⡹⢜⢢⡝⡜⢆⠻⠬⡍⡭⢍⢣⠳⡘⢎⢣⢎⡹⢌⡍⣣⠝⡲⢍⡻⣙⢯⡙⡮⣝⢣⠟⣼⢣⡟⣭⢳⣎⡳⡼⢭⢯⡝⣧⣛⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⠷⣩⢆⡹⢌⢣⡙⠎⠥⢊⠽⢟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢼⡳⣽⢺⡵⢯⣻⢽⣫⢷⣫⠿⣵⣻⣛⠿⣏⡿⡼⣝⣯⢻⡝⣯⢿⡹⢯⣟⣻⡽⣞⡽⣳⡞⣧⡟⣮⢟⡽⣏⢿⣱⢿⣹⢧⣛⣮⢟⣮⡳⣏⡾ ⢧⡙⡔⢣⡓⣌⢚⡱⢩⠖⡱⢎⡱⢜⡘⢎⡱⢣⠜⡰⢊⢆⠣⡍⢎⠲⣌⠲⣡⠚⡔⡸⡑⢎⡱⡘⢦⠱⡱⡌⢧⡛⣬⠳⡽⢭⡳⣎⢷⣙⢯⠞⣽⢲⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣽⢊⡵⢡⠎⠴⡉⢆⡡⠉⠜⡀⠒⠠⠄⡙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⡷⣭⢷⣫⢟⣞⡧⣟⡾⣱⡟⣧⢷⣫⢿⣹⡞⣽⣳⢞⣯⢻⣞⣳⢟⣯⢞⣧⠿⣜⣯⢷⣹⢧⢿⣹⠾⣝⡾⣫⢷⣫⡗⣯⣻⠼⣯⢶⡻⣝⢾ ⣧⠸⣌⢣⠒⣌⠎⣜⡡⢎⡱⣊⡜⢦⡙⢦⡱⢃⡞⣥⢫⠜⣣⠜⣎⠵⣌⠳⡰⢍⡲⢡⠝⣢⠇⣝⢢⢏⡵⣊⠗⣜⢦⣛⡼⢣⡝⣮⢇⡯⣎⡻⡜⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠥⣏⡴⢃⠞⣂⠓⡬⠐⡃⠆⡐⠡⢊⠔⡡⢆⡸⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢾⣱⢯⣝⡾⣹⡞⣧⣻⠵⣯⢽⡺⣝⡾⣱⢯⣳⡽⣺⡭⣗⢯⡞⡽⣎⡿⣜⣯⢻⣜⣳⡽⣚⣯⢳⢯⡝⣾⡱⣏⢶⡹⢶⣭⢻⡜⣧⢻⡝⣮ ⢮⡱⢎⣣⢛⡬⢓⢦⡙⡬⣱⠱⣎⢧⡹⢆⡝⣣⠞⡴⣋⠾⣱⠯⣜⡳⣌⠷⣩⠎⡵⢋⢮⡱⣚⢬⡓⢮⡳⣍⡟⡼⣎⡳⣝⢧⣛⡼⣎⠷⣣⢳⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⡙⢦⡙⢎⡱⢌⠣⠔⡱⡐⠬⡀⠃⠤⢊⠱⣌⠲⣥⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢎⢧⢫⣜⡳⣧⢻⡵⣫⠿⣼⢳⣏⡷⡽⣭⢷⡳⡽⢧⣟⢾⣹⠾⣝⣳⡽⣳⢞⡯⢾⡵⣫⡟⣼⢏⡾⣝⡶⡽⣎⢷⣹⡳⣎⡷⣝⣮⢷⣻⡼ ⢧⡙⢆⠣⢏⡴⢋⠦⣑⢒⡡⢓⡜⢢⠣⡍⡜⢢⡝⡲⣍⠾⣱⣛⢦⠳⣌⠣⡑⢎⡱⢉⠆⡱⡑⢎⠭⣣⢳⠭⣞⡱⣭⢳⡙⡞⣜⠶⣍⡳⢥⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⢮⣽⣾⣿⣿⣶⣾⣶⣥⣆⣍⢢⠙⡌⠒⡥⢒⡌⢳⣌⢳⡹⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⢞⡳⣬⢳⡝⣯⣞⣳⢟⡧⡿⣜⣳⣏⢷⣫⢗⣻⣝⡮⣏⡷⣻⣭⢷⣹⢧⢿⣹⡟⣼⣳⣏⣟⣾⣹⣳⢯⣷⣛⣾⢳⣽⡳⣯⣻⡼⣯⢷⣻ ⢧⡘⡌⠳⡌⢢⢍⡒⠴⡈⢆⠣⢌⠣⠜⡰⢉⠖⡸⠱⢎⡹⠰⣉⢎⠳⡈⠔⡡⠂⡔⢁⠂⠅⡒⢈⠒⡡⢋⡜⠦⡓⢌⠃⡍⠜⡌⡱⢊⡕⣻⣯⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢟⡣⢟⡲⣗⣞⣶⣽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣭⡒⠧⣜⢣⠞⣥⢯⡹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢺⡵⣩⢳⡹⢖⢯⡞⡽⣞⡽⣹⢶⣫⢷⣫⢯⡗⣞⣳⡽⣞⣳⢮⡟⣼⢏⡾⢧⣻⢧⠷⣞⣳⢮⢷⢯⡷⣳⣻⢞⣻⢶⣻⢗⣯⣽⣳⢯⡷ ⢧⡘⡔⠳⡌⢡⠒⡌⠥⢓⠌⡜⢢⢉⠲⣡⢋⡜⡡⢋⡒⢤⠓⡌⠬⡑⠤⢃⠔⡡⠐⡌⢢⠁⡜⢠⠃⡔⠣⢌⠰⡁⢎⠒⡌⢒⠌⡥⢣⠜⣩⣯⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠣⣎⠵⣋⢶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠣⡜⢮⣭⣟⣾⣶⡽⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢣⠞⣥⢣⡝⢎⠶⣩⠳⣥⢫⠵⣫⠜⣧⢛⢮⢽⡹⣎⢷⡝⣧⢟⡾⣹⢾⣹⢏⣷⢫⣟⣳⢯⣛⣯⣟⣽⣳⢯⣻⣭⠷⣯⣟⠾⣵⢯⣻⣞ ⡧⢜⡌⠳⣄⢃⡚⣌⠣⣍⢊⡔⣃⢎⡱⠢⣅⠲⢡⠣⢜⣂⠳⢌⢣⡑⢣⣉⠲⣐⠣⠜⡄⠓⡌⢢⠱⣈⠱⣈⠒⡌⢂⠣⠜⣨⠘⢤⢃⣾⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢦⢓⡬⢒⢡⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡱⢌⠠⡜⣳⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⡟⡴⢣⢞⡩⢞⡡⡗⣎⢧⡛⡴⣛⡴⢫⠞⣮⢵⣫⢞⡽⣎⣟⢾⣹⢞⣧⡟⣞⡟⡾⣭⢷⡻⣶⣛⡾⣭⢟⣧⣟⣻⠷⣞⡿⣭⣟⣳⣞ 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𝐡𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 :) 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞 - 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 (𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝟒𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐳) 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐬 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 (𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞) ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!⠀ ୨୧⌢⌢⌢⌢୨꒰ 𐙚 ꒱୧⌢⌢⌢⌢୨୧ • ೀ 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑠𝑠 🩹 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 ა ᱖ ´` 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🥞 / ⋆ ۪1989丰。°˖ ʚ🍓ɞ ꒦꒷⩩𝐒𝐭✰𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥🧸ྀི💋ྀིྀི✮⃛( ◞´•௰•`)✮⃛˗ˏˋ ★text★ ˎˊ˗⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺R☆ckstarฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡(•ؔʶ̷ ˡ̲̮ ؔʶ̷)( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅___ ★₊˚﹟🪐 '(>᎑<๑)/♡
MY FRIEND (ASYA) WROTE A FUCKING FANFIC ABOUT ME AND MY CRUSH (YEGOR)... Ermm I translated it from Turkish to English so u guys can read (I used google translate for this) "LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT" "- That day, I was sitting and listening to Yağmur and Asya's fight. Deniz was drawing pictures there. Then he started to sabotage the pictures Deniz had drawn, just then the bell was ringing. I was so stuck, I had to go to the toilet. Just as I was leaving the door, I bumped into someone and fell to the ground. I was ashamed because I was right there." I fell to the ground at the door. The person I hit was a Ukrainian boy, 1-2 cm taller than me. "Because I'm an idiot." Next to me was my husband, Yegor and two others. I had a child. Yes, I was a theater actor and my close friend Asya was a painter."
hii pls, support my fanfic (is in spanish.) tiktok: e.vylie !! 🫶🏼⭐
Hii! Excuse me, I am a gravity falls fan and I just wanna say, if u like fanfics (specifically edgy gravity falls ones) I'd recommend looking at this fanfic called Some Sunny Day by wayward_wren! Tysm for ur time! Byeee ♡♡ - a gravityguest.
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WHY ARE PEOPLE POSTING FANFICS ON HERE I'M SCARED. 😵😵
ok so im a anti but stawp telling pro/comshippers to kys!! its not okay at all! most of them are jst trying to cope so plz stop!!! Its not the best coping mechanism tho. -🍀
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୨୧⸝⸝﹕heyoo bunnies!! I know you have been waiting ! (╥﹏╥)﹐⊂🎐⊃ ‹𝟹 sorry it took a while! so, here is all u have been waiting forr!! ( search up “_chibi..bunnii” for more stories (´-ω-`)) warning - do not post any thing using the tag “_chibi..bunnii” without permission! This also includes that you shall not take inspo/copy my story and claim as yours. Please give credits if you use,, My socials ; yt- bunniiplush tt- chibi..bunnii_chan ⸝⸝ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs !! ₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚🎧⊹♡ ;; riri jin fiola justin riri has a fear of a pain that she experienced when she was young, it seems to come back for her. When she was 3, she got a cut by her friend while she was playing in the park. Recently she has been dreaming about it nonstop, facing difficulties to focus. Now she has changed schools and no longer remembers the friend, she feels happy around as her 2 closest friends, jin & fiola are there for her, she feels safe..until… the “friend came back”, his name was Justin. “ class there is a new student named Justin sire, please give him a warm welcome!” The teacher said. “He looks familiar…like as if I’ve seen him in my life before…hmm..” riri thought to herself. A sudden idea struck to her mind, she wanted to be friends with him so she could understand the weird and familiar feeling and who it really was. “riri, what’s the answer to question 42? You seem very unfocused compared to last week. Have you slept well?” The teacher asked. “ah..sorry mam, the answer to question 42 is 98.” Riri mumbled, feeling weirder every second. during break time, she went to get food from the stalls. She felt that someone was watching her, but she had a plan. after getting food, riri snuck into the back of the school hall to see if anyone would follow. Hearing footsteps, she yelled “oi! Who’s that huh..stalker isn’t it?? Come out and hurry up show ur face!” “Ah, fine” said a fine voice, “j-justin?! The new kid?? Hah… what are u doing here? Why are you following me?” She stuttered. “ well.. you know you remind me of someone that I kind of don’t remember.. part 2 coming soon bunnies,,!! comments: Say hi or any feed back!
wtf do yall mean theres an inc3st fanfic here … ?? ೄྀ࿐
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Cock and ball torture (CBT) is a sexual activity involving application of pain or constriction to the male genitals. This may involve directly painful activities, such as genital piercing, wax play, genital spanking, squeezing, ball-busting, genital flogging, urethral play, tickle torture, erotic electrostimulation or even kicking. The recipient of such activities may receive direct physical pleasure via masochism, or knowledge that the play is pleasing to a sadistic dominant. Image: Electrostimulation applied on a penis Contents: Section 1: In Pornography Section 2: Ball stretcher Section 3: Parachute Section 4: Humbler Section 5: Testicle cuff Section 1: In pornography In addition to it’s occasional role in BDSM pornography, Tamakeri (literally Ball kicking) is a separate genre in Japan. One notable actress in tamakeri is Erika Nagai who typically uses her martial arts skills to knee or kick men in the testicles. Section 2: Ball stretcher A ball stretcher is a sex toy that is fastened around a man in order to elongate the scrotum and provide a feeling of weight pulling the testicles away from the body. While leather stretchers are most common, other models are made of steel rings that are fastened with screws causing additional mildly uncomfortable weight to the wearer. The length of the stretcher may vary from 1-4 inches, and the steel models can weigh as much as five pounds. Section 3: Parachute A Parachute is a small collar, usually made from leather, which fastens around the scrotum, and from which weights can be hung. Conical in shape, three or four short chains hanging beneath, to which weights can be attached. Used as part of cock and ball torture within a BDSM relationship, the parachute provides a constant drag, and squeezing effects on the man’s testicles. Moderate weights of 3-5 kg can be suspended, especially during bondage. Smaller weights can be used when the man is free to move, when the swinging effect of the weight can restrict sudden movements, as well as providing a visual stimulus for the dominant partner. Section 4: Humbler A humbler is a BDSM physical restraint device used to restrict the movement of a submissive male participant in a BDSM scene. The humbler consists of a testicle cuff device which clamps around the base of the scrotum, mounted in the center of a bar that passes behind the thighs at the base of the buttocks. This forces the wearer to keep his legs forward, as any attempt to to straighten the legs slightly pulls directly on the scrotum, causing from considerable discomfort to extreme pain. Section 5: Testicle cuff A testicle cuff is a ring-shaped device around the scrotum between the body and the testicles which when closed does not allow the testicles to slide through it. A common type has two connected cuffs, one around the scrotum and the other around the base of the penis. They are just one of many devices to restrain the male genitalia. A standard padlock may also be locked around the scrotum; without the key it cannot be removed. Some passive men enjoy the feeling of being "owned", while dominant individuals enjoy the sense of "owning" their partners. Requiring such a man wear testicle cuffs symbolizes that his sexual organs belong to his partner, who may be either male or female. There is a level of humiliation involved, by which they find sexual arousal. The cuffs may even form part of a sexual fetish of the wearer or his partner. However, these are extreme uses of testicle cuffs. More conventionally, the device pulls down the testicles and keeps them there during stimulation, which has a number of benefits: Making the penis appear longer. Pulling the testicles down and away from the base of the penis stretches the skin over the base of the penis and pubic bone, exposing the additional inch or so of penile shaft that is normally hidden from view. Improving sexual arousal. While some men may be aroused by the feeling of being "owned", the physical feeling of stretching the ligaments that suspend the testicles has an effect similar to the more common practice of stretching one's legs and pointing the toes. Preventing the testicles from lifting up so far that they become lodged under the skin immediately adjacent to the base of the penis, a condition which can be very uncomfortable, especially if the testicle is then squashed by the slap of skin during thrusting in sexual intercourse. Delaying or intensifying ejaculation by preventing the testicles from rising normally to the "point of no return". It is much harder to reach an orgasm8=✊🏻=D💦👅
y'all i js want to look for emojis now i just search this shit up forthe drama, y'all but if any of y'all write a fanfiction or anything can ypu make it abt jungkook, or recomend stories on wattpad or just make one here i really am not in the mood to do anything but read anything spicy (also having issues with jealousy and fake friends)😑
NAME IDEAZ!! by aminaspam jayla - blue crested bird kaya - beautiful, wise, elegant kyla - beautiful, stunning, graceful kira - sun, ruler of the people, beam kyli - beautiful, luxorious kaili - same but diff spelling niah - bright, beam, sun syane - protective, locing, wise, graceful nyah - same as niah but diff spelling miyana myana anniyah aaliyah bianca bianne giana samerah ameerah
Well I guess we're making fanfiction on here now so hefe you guys go. Y'all can call me Sol btw. Enjoy this fanfic. NORMAL? by Sol What was it like, being normal? Angel had never known. Every day was the same for him. He got up, went to school, got bullied/harassed, and went home. It was the same, all day, every day. He had just wanted people to like him But he'd messed up. Angel couldn't go back to school now...not anymore... He sighed as he looked over the river, standing on the old bridge. This was it...he was going to see his friends again. He took the necklace his ex-boyfriend had given him, and tossed it aside. After that monster had killed all of Angel's friends? He didn't want anything to do with him So, taking a breath, he got one last look at the world, before jumping into the river...
im done i was jst looking for bio’s and freaking vaginas and disgusting ahh fanfics ☠☢☠︎︎😵ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!(ง ◉ _ ◉)ง🕊
hello! if u make smxt on here or stuff like that please go to wattpad for that shiz. there could be kids on here who could stumble upon ur writing. ik its probably the parents' fault for letting their kid read these types of things, for example, .peach, she makes smxt, and i believe she could do super good on wattpad, but she just decides to go on here. an emoji/symbols website. please go to wattpad. THANKS!!! >w<
HELP PEOPLE ACTUALLY PUTTING NSFW 😭😭😭 ts website so messy 😆 pls turn it into an apppppp
"stop writing smut here! i dont care i want symbols!" bro you care enough to add a comment on it😂🫵🫵😂🫵😂🫵👎👎

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