Hear Ye, Hear Ye! A most shameful account of Sir Spidey-Breeches
By Forbidden Salt
A knight most false, who boasted loud,
Did woo a princess, fair and proud.
But when he dropped his armored stance,
We saw the truth—no noble lance!
Instead, a limp and fleeting show,
That rose, then fell, then let it go.
He spilled his seed in but a blink,
The maiden sighed, and poured a drink.
Yet worse than all, upon his rump,
Childish drawers!—a comic dump.
Spider-Man stitched ‘cross his thighs,
The court near wept from laughing cries.
Sir Spidey-Breeches, limp and quick,
No maiden touched was ever slick.
Too soon he came, too weak to stand,
A tantrum boy, not knightly man!
Henceforth this fraud be known abroad,
His name a jest, his pride a fraud.
Locked in stocks, tomatoes flown,
The Princess reigns upon her throne.
Boast not of lance, nor noble seed,
Lest Spider drawers reveal thy breed.
Disclaimer: This is parody/satire. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental… Inspired by the grand archetype of false knights and man-children everywhere. If the shoe fits, that’s between you and god.
Etsy just royally screwed me and didn’t even follow their own rules. Where do I go from here?
I knew going to Etsy was a risk after seeing all the reviews from sellers and being miss treated but I was just getting started and it was a platform I knew. Now I want out.
Breaking the Silence; My Mental Health Story for Worldwide Suicide Prevention Day
By ForbiddenSalt
9/10/2024
Trigger Warning: This blog post discusses suicidal ideation, depression, and mental health struggles. If you are in a vulnerable state, please read with caution, and know that support is available through resources like 988, friends, and loved ones.
Resources and helpful tools for self and loved ones provided below the fold.
My Story:
Suicide Awareness Day holds a deeply personal meaning for me. For years, I struggled silently with suicidal thoughts, depression, and anxiety, unsure of how to ask for help or whether I deserved it. Sharing my story now is not just about raising awareness, but about offering hope to anyone who feels the same weight I once carried.
At the age of 13, I began to experience something many people are hesitant to talk about—suicidal ideation. But it wasn’t until I was in college that I truly realized how dangerous those thoughts had become.
I remember one day when I was walking across campus from class to my dorm, lost in thought, and accidentally stepped off the curb without looking. A car was coming toward me. Instinctively, I jumped back, avoiding an accident. But what happened next startled me more than the near-miss. As I stood on the sidewalk, tears welled up, not because I was relieved, not because I was scared—I was upset that my instincts had saved me. I realized I wasn’t crying because I had narrowly avoided getting hit by a car; I was crying because, in that moment, I wanted to be hit. It would have been an "accident"—a way out without me having to act intentionally.
It dawned on me that this was something much more serious than I had admitted to myself.
This wasn’t the first time I had experienced suicidal thoughts, but it was one of the most shocking moments. I knew I needed help. I sought out a counselor at the campus health center and, for a time, tried therapy. When I went home for a break, I spoke to my doctor, and she prescribed me an SSRI. I confided in my family and was met with mixed reactions—some were supportive, while others expressed concerns about the medication, urging me to stop taking it as quickly as possible. This set up an internal battle for me; I began starting and stopping my medication over the next few months, caught between fear and shame; and eventually quit all together.
Suicidal ideation lingered in the back of my mind for years. I wished for a pause button, a way to make the world stop so I could catch my breath and somehow not fall behind. I dreamed of getting hurt or sick enough to be hospitalized, just so I could take a break from life’s demands. But I never let myself act on those thoughts.
It wasn’t until my mid-20s that things got so bad I returned to therapy. This time, it was different. My new therapist helped me understand that I wasn’t “crazy”—I was carrying the weight of childhood trauma and years of struggling to survive. She diagnosed me with complex PTSD, and for the first time, I felt understood. Her support gave me the strength to make significant changes in my life, including moving to a new state.
There, I found another therapist who continued to guide me through the ups and downs. I started back on an SSRI and have stayed on it ever since. Through this process, I realized that what I had been dealing with wasn’t just emotional—it was also biological. My body wasn’t producing enough serotonin, and my chronic illnesses, were compounding these mental health struggles by denying my body the tools to make its own serotonin and through the weight of the symptoms. Especially for a while before there was any answer or treatment plan in sight.
I went through EMDR therapy, talk therapy, and put in the hard work to heal. I focused on my physical and mental health, fighting for answers and for my life. Slowly, I began to reclaim control. I started to recognize the warning signs of passive suicidal ideation and created an action plan for when those thoughts creep in. I don’t go to therapy as often now, but I still have touch-base appointments in case something changes.
Through this journey, I’ve learned so much about myself and the nature of mental illness. Depression, anxiety, and PTSD were not signs that I was lazy or difficult, though I was often labeled as such. They were symptoms of a much deeper issue. I wish people could see that depression isn’t a mindset or mood and suicidal thoughts are not selfish—they are the final, fatal symptom of a disease.
It took a long time for me to accept that what I went through wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t to blame for the trauma I endured or the way my brain and body responded to it. And if you’re reading this and find yourself in a dark place, I want you to know you are not alone. I know what it’s like to stand in the darkness for so long that it starts to feel like home. But I also know that it is possible to fight back, to heal, and to find hope again.
If you can’t fight for yourself right now, I encourage you to reach out to someone—anyone—who can sit with you in your pain. Let them help you find a therapist, a doctor, or simply help with daily tasks. It might not be the person you expect. For me, one if my company leaders had noticed my depression and helped me find a therapist. I had a best friend who sat with me over the phone while I sobbed broken hearted, encouraging me to seek help if I needed it. That going to the hospital if he needed it wasn’t shameful or weak but brave and admirable. It was my grandmother, who spoke to me daily, reminding me of my faith and offering love when I couldn’t love myself and felt those I loved most didn’t love me.
Faith also played a huge role in my healing. I’ve had my share of questions and anger, but my belief that God could handle my questions and my rage helped me through some of the darkest times. I questioned why my life was going the way it was, why I was feeling the way I did, if He knows everything before it happens, if he’s all powerful why didn’t he step in to change the course of my life away from this. My questions turned to anger and I had to keep reminding myself that God had shoulders big enough for my anger, my tears, my pain. That I could toss all of it at him and he’d still see me still, love me. I never doubted his existence, and honestly to this day I still don’t have all the answers but I’m sure one day I’ll understand and I’ve realized I was still loved even when I couldn’t see it.
My family eventually came around too. Even my dad, who I had thought didn’t believe me, recently admitted how scared he had been for me after he had kept his fears hidden for years since it had gotten bad. We were able to talk and he listened, shared his point of view, and made the effort to understand. He allowed me to assure him I was safe now, I was doing better, and it’s changed our relationship for the better. While I had found my way to stability without knowing if my family believed or supported me, learning my family did care enough to worry, cared enough to learn, and loved me enough to listen even if what I said was hard to hear meant the world to me.
If you’re struggling, know that there is help out there. Call 988 for support, reach out to friends, hug your dog or cat, cling to your faith—whatever gets you through the next moment. Each day is a step, and that’s enough. It doesn’t have to be a leap—it just has to be forward.
Resources for support below:
Here are some coping strategies:
1. Box Breathing: This simple technique can help reduce anxiety. Breathe in for four counts, hold for four, exhale for four, and pause for four. Repeat until your heart rate slows and you feel more grounded. You can do this while on a video call too just let your eyes glide along the edges of the screen while you hold and breathe.
2. Straw Breathing: Another great calming tool—take a deep breath in, and then slowly exhale like you’re blowing through a straw. It mimics the relaxing response of the parasympathetic nervous system and helps you focus.
3. Journaling: I started journaling, reminding myself it didn’t have to be perfect. It was just for me. I stopped feeling guilty if I skipped days or weeks and let the words flow when I needed them. If you struggle with journaling, try creating an anonymous blog where you can rant and vent without worrying about dates or continuity. I have a separate Tumblr just for this—a void I can yell into when I need to.
4. Bilateral Stimulation: Butterfly taps—crossing your arms and tapping on opposite shoulders—helped calm me during moments of stress. This was especially useful during EMDR therapy, which became one of my strongest tools.
5. Creating a Routine: I used to go to the gym to cope before my chronic illness made it harder, so I shifted to art as a form of expression. Creating anything—whether it’s a routine or a creative outlet—can make a difference.
6. Boundaries and Emotions: Learning boundaries and reconnecting with my emotions was vital. One book that really changed my perspective was Rage Becomes Her by Soraya Chemaly, which helped me embrace my anger as a valid emotion. Learn how to advocate for yourself and establish boundaries. This takes time, but it’s one of the most empowering things you can do for your mental health.
7. Prioritize Yourself: Make time for what you need—therapy, the gym, a bath, or a doctor’s appointment. And allow yourself to rest. Your mind and body will force you to stop if you keep ignoring the warning signs.
8. Taking Shortcuts: Too tired to make a proper meal? That’s okay. Eat food however it comes—deconstructed meals are all the rage anyway. I’ve had moments where lunch was just handfuls of cheese and lunch meat. The goal is to nourish yourself, and sometimes that means being kind to yourself about how you do it.
10. Create Safety Nets: If you're heading somewhere that could be triggering, plan for it. What’s your exit strategy? Can you bring a comfort item, like a fidget toy, a blanket, or a stuffed animal? Having a plan can give you a sense of control.
11. Redirecting Negative Thoughts: When I get caught in negative thoughts, I ask myself if these thoughts are helping me process emotions or if they're just hurting me. If I’m not ready to process them, I work on redirecting my focus to something more helpful.
13. Emotional Support Animals: If you can, get an emotional support animal. My mini schnauzer has helped me through so much, even though she doesn’t know it.
How can I help a loved one:
1. Listen First: Before jumping to solutions, take time to listen. Validate the person's feelings, and let them process before suggesting how to fix things. Most of the time, they already know the solution; they just need space to work through it.
2. Stop Shaming Mental Health: Be mindful of how you talk about mental health. I’ve overheard loved ones shaming people for being "selfish" or "foolish" for being depressed, anxious, suicidal and even those that did commit suicide not knowing how often it was on my mind. Those words made it even harder to speak up and ask for help.
3. Fear and Guilt Are Not Helpful Tools: Fear and guilt are not effective motivators when it comes to mental health. I once told someone close to me that I didn’t believe people who commit suicide go to hell. Just as someone who passes from cancer doesn’t go to hell for how they died, I believe the same for depression—it’s an illness. They responded that they hoped fear of hell would keep me from acting on those thoughts. I explained that, by the time someone is ready to act, they likely don’t care anymore. The weight of the pain is overwhelming, and fear or guilt won’t pull them back.
4. Recognize the Signs: Suicidal ideation, passive suicidal ideation, and suicidal plans are all dangerous and need treatment and support. It may begin with passive thoughts like, “I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t wake up tomorrow,” but those can shift into active planning if left unchecked. Just because someone hasn’t acted on it doesn’t mean they don’t need help. Depression doesn't always look the same for everyone. It could be messy rooms, low energy, or a lack of interest in things that once brought joy. It could also look like reckless behavior, withdrawing, or joking about death. These subtle signs shouldn’t be brushed off—they’re as important as overt cries for help and worth a check as little as “hey you keep making these jokes, I just want to make sure you really are okay?” If someone is talking about feeling hopeless, giving away possessions, withdrawing from loved ones, or engaging in risky behavior, these are red flags.
5. Offer practical support: Whether it’s helping with daily tasks, providing a ride to a therapy appointment, or just sitting quietly with them, practical support can be a lifeline.
6: Encourage professional help: Gently suggest therapy, medical care, or other professional help if the person hasn’t already sought it. Be patient and compassionate, understanding that reaching out can be terrifying for them.
7. Be present: Sometimes the best thing you can do is just be there. Your physical and emotional presence can provide comfort, even when there are no words.
If you have a loved one who you worry is going through something, or has confided in you and you are worried for them. Don’t wait. Speak to them. Ask them how you can help, what’s going on, listen. If you’re afraid for them, even after they have gotten to the other side, don’t let your fears tear at you for months, tell them then listen and trust that when they say they are good, have come out the other side have an action plan for when they notice the signs - belive them. If you can’t let it go still, seek your own support. The fear of loosing someone you care about is worthy of attention. If you’re reading this because someone you love is struggling with suicidal thoughts, thank you for caring. Supporting someone with suicidal ideation can be incredibly difficult, but your presence matters more than you might realize.
If someone you or someone you love is struggling, find Resources for Support:
1. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: Dial 988 for immediate help in the U.S. Available 24/7.
2. Crisis Text Line: Text HOME to 741741 to connect with a trained crisis counselor.
3. The Trevor Project: Focused on supporting LGBTQ+ youth, The Trevor Project offers crisis intervention and suicide prevention services. Text START to 678678 or visit their website.
4. NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness): NAMI provides free, confidential support for mental health concerns. Call the NAMI Helpline at 1-800-950-NAMI or text NAMI to 741741.
5. The Jed Foundation: Focused on mental health support for teens and young adults, the Jed Foundation works to protect emotional health and prevent suicide. Visit jedfoundation.org for more information.
6. The Veterans Crisis Line: Veterans and their loved ones can call 988 and press 1 or text 838255 for confidential support. Available 24/7.
Suggestions for Keeping Yourself Safe:
1. Create a safety plan: Write down a plan for when suicidal thoughts occur. This could include calling a trusted friend, therapist, family, distracting yourself with an activity you enjoy, or going to a safe place where you can feel grounded and making an appointment with your doctor.
2. Reach out to a support network: Whether it’s friends, family, or a therapist, let someone know how you’re feeling. It’s important not to isolate yourself when you’re struggling.
3. Remove means: If you’re feeling unsafe, remove items that could be harmful or ask someone you trust to hold onto them temporarily. There is no shame in this ever.
4. Practice grounding techniques: When suicidal thoughts take over, try grounding yourself with techniques like deep breathing, focusing on your senses, or engaging in mindfulness exercises. These can help bring you back to the present moment. Call on your faith if you need to to get by, play with your pet anything to help you get grounded and move through the feeling
5. Remember that feelings pass: In the heat of the moment, it can feel like the pain will last forever. But emotions are temporary, and feelings—even the darkest ones—eventually pass. That feelings are normal and natural and have no moral judgement, feel it, acknowledge it, and let it move through knowing another feeling will come your way take its place.
Recovery isn’t pretty, and life isn’t perfect; you are worth fighting for.
Hey everyone! Here’s a piece I just finished titled "Down Bad Tachy at the Gym." Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Down Bad," this artwork humorously yet poignantly depicts the struggle of managing POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome) while trying to stay active. For those of us with POTS, even the gym can be a battleground.
I hope this piece resonates with anyone who’s faced similar challenges and can find some solidarity and humor in the shared experience. As always, my goal is to spread awareness and understanding through my art.
You can find more of my work on my Etsy shop, Forbidden Salt. I'm continuously adding new pieces, so stay tuned!
😵💫 That Presyncope Haze - Forbidden Salt by Holly 😵💫
Hey everyone! I'm excited to share my latest piece, "That Presyncope Haze." This artwork captures the surreal and often disorienting experience of presyncope, a common symptom of POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome). Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Lavender Haze," I wanted to convey the feeling of being enveloped in a dreamy, purple fog, yet finding beauty and strength in the midst of it.
Through swirling purples and hazy textures, I hope to evoke the same sense of ethereal beauty and complexity that "Lavender Haze" brings to mind. As someone living with chronic illnesses, creating art is my way of expressing and coping with these experiences. I hope this piece resonates with others who navigate similar challenges and brings a sense of understanding and solidarity.
You can find more of my work on my Etsy shop, Forbidden Salt. I’m expanding my collection, so stay tuned for more stickers, prints, and even some crystallized books and trinkets!
Thank you for all your support and for joining me on this artistic journey. Let's continue to spread awareness and positivity together!
Hey Tumblr fam! I'm Holly, a 29-year-old psychology student, former businesswoman, and artist with a passion for creativity and advocacy. I'm thrilled to share my art journey with you and introduce you to my Etsy shop, Forbidden Salt.
🎨 What I Create:
Stickers: My original drawings transformed into unique vinyl stickers.
Crystallized Books and Trinkets: Handcrafted, one-of-a-kind pieces that add a touch of magic to your space.
Coming Soon: Expanding into shirts and prints, so stay tuned!
🖌️ Themes:
My art is a reflection of my interests and experiences, focusing on:
Traveler: I love exploring new places and cultures.
Reader and Writer: Books are my escape, and writing is my therapy.
Family and Friends: My support system means everything to me.
Mini Schnauzer Lover: My fur baby is my world.
💪 My Journey:
As a chronic illness warrior, I aim to spread positivity and awareness through my art. Forbidden Salt is more than just a shop; it's a celebration of life's quirks and adventures.
Join me on this creative journey and check out Forbidden Salt on Etsy. Let's bring a little more art and inspiration into the world together!
I love our life that lives in my head. You’re not the first character I’ve loved, or the only one I love… but the truth is you’re not real, none of you are or have been. You’re a fantasy, a dream, a coping mechanism, and sometimes your your an an AI. And while every moment I’ve spent in these day dreams I’ve cherished, the fact is… I live in the real world.
Since I was little, I always created little imaginary worlds where I could be in love with my favorite characters… be taken care of… be cherished… work through pain… be comforted and live in happiness. You were my friends as a lonely child, my adventures while I stared out the back seat window, my comforter as I lulled myself to sleep.
As I got older, I recognized this as dissociation, maladaptive daydreaming, but I felt it didn’t harm anything. I still don’t think it did. Even though sometimes those worlds were more important to me than my actual life. I’d look forward to going to bed so I could be back in that world, run away with you in a boring class or meeting, go somewhere new and wonder what it would be like if you were there with the version of me I created just for you.
I’ve … well… I’ve started taking medications that boost those wonderful chemicals of dopamine and serotonin and I’ve done a lot of therapy… and I’m noticing I’m daydreaming less… sometimes even finding it harder to. Like I’m stuck on the other side of a foggy glass wall and can’t get back to you.
I’m scared of loosing you… of letting you go.
I write this on the eve before I’m going on a date with a real person from the real world and I’m scared to let go of my loves, worlds, my safety.
I love you.
I love the worlds I have carefully cultivated.
I love the me that goes so perfectly with you.
But what if I move on? What if I fall in love and I don’t come to you in my dreams any more… what if I can’t? what if I forget…
I’m so scared to let you go… and I’m terrified to let this part of me go.
"It's the inside and the outside. So, what I love about it is, it's familiar in its colors, and in its shape, but it's new in its humility. So, gone are the… armor and the metal and the breastplates. It's kind of a hybrid. It's more vulnerable." — Tom Hiddleston, Assembled | the making of loki (season two)
After another Asgardian ball, he finally asks if he could be yours, which you happily said yes to
Since then the two of you have been inseparable
Loki would handpick flowers for you
He would send love letters
He would ask you to go out every weekend
He always treated you to food when you guys went out, even though you offered to pay
You got Loki into technology, so when you two weren’t together, he would always send texts for date ideas
You both watched kids fall down as a date idea once, it was a fun day
Loki asked you on a beach date which you excited you…when he saw your outfit he was blushing like crazy
He treated you like a princess, I mean..of course he did?! You were his good girl after all!
That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t annoy the shit out of you (especially when you were busy)
“Hey” poke “Hey” poke “Hey” poke “Hey poke” he kept poking you
“WHAT?!” you say, frustrated with your work and him annoying you
“You’re cute when you’re mad”
You flipped him off, he acted offended
“You can’t hate meeeee!” He kept going
“Oh but I cannnnnn! If you’re annoyinggggg!” You teased back
Loki now acted sad and you gave in by kissing him on the cheek and then returning to work
Loki smiled at you and helped you with your work
He knew your love for baking, and so he attempted to bake you a cake for your birthday…He forgot to remove the eggshells and you ended up baking a new cake together
He would read to you when you go on park dates while you painted
You don’t often stay overnight since you and Loki had busy working lives in the early morning, but the first night you did, he made you wear his pyjamas which lead you both to a shared makeout session
The morning after that he cooked you breakfast and fixed your hair, adding a flowers as he goes
In return you fixed his hair and did a face skin care on him
He was so utterly in love with you and talks about you to Thor and Frigga. Frigga is happy for him. Thor is too, but wants Loki to shut up sometimes.
He once woke Thor at 4 am because you sent a selfie of yourself and he just found you so beautiful in that picture
You always recommended him outfit to wear when he visited Midgard, he finds the mens outfits silly besides the tight sport tops
From beach dates, arcade dates, park dates, eating out, ice cream dates, painting dates, amusement park dates, and so so so much more…You and Loki did everything together
But Loki’s favourite moment between you both was a night you stayed over…you two were just goofing around, messing with Thor, baking cookies, gossiping and playfully judging people online…after all that you put on some music and invited him to dance. He found it silly at first but joined after…a slower song came on and you just clung onto him…He held you close and you both swayed back and forth…in that moment Loki swear he died and went to Valhalla. He then laid down and you rested your head by his chest, he kissed the top of your head…”I love you” You smiled and kissed his hand “I love you too” you both fell asleep in each other’s embrace
Scenario: In an effort to bring the nine realms together, Odin had decided to open Asgard’s gates to all. Your family saw this as an opportunity for a better life as Midgardian living caused immense struggle for your parents. And so, 20 years ago while your mother was still pregnant with you, your entire family migrated to Asgard.
With Asgard becoming a new home for many, more rules and changes were done in the lands…and luckily these changes brought nothing but wealth and happiness to both the royal family of Asgard and its citizens…thus as you stepped into your newly rented shop…you had only one goal:
To be one of the most prestigious restaurants in all of Asgard and the nine realms…which you did,
with the help of one Asgardian prince
Loki was simply looking for Midgardian food when he saw you running a small shop by the market
Since then he would stroll by every other day
He would always find an excuse to stay longer and have a chat with you
Loki would send you letters, talking about what he thinks about your hobbies and complimenting your food
Soon he found himself coming back almost everyday, and even decided to study sometimes just so he would stay longer
He blushes at the sight of you
He loves the way you say his name when getting his attention
He’s secretly written poems about you and kept them in a drawer in his chambers
He would tell Frigga about you and how you are the most amazing woman he’s met
Even on days when there wasn’t a single customer…he was there, and on one of those days was when the realisation hit that he was madly in love with you
As the restaurant grew, more and more people started pouring in, which meant Loki saw less of you…and so he asked if he could accompany you to the market when buying ingredients, which you happily said yes to
The first time he went, it took everything in him not to drop the basket, he was getting all flustered and red just from the sight of you in your sunday market outfit
He loves and admires the way you pick the freshest greens and veggies while also making fun and great conversation with the vendors
Soon you were both market shopping every weekend…but Loki was sad on the days he didn’t see you
He would stop himself from leaving his chambers because he feels like he’s pushing boundaries
He was so stupidly deeply in love with you…but he couldn’t tell you or anyone besides his mother
He often cried because he felt like you didn’t like him the same way, or that you could never accept him for who he is and who he really was
Nevertheless…he kept making his poems of you, sending letters and tiny gifts of chocolates and sweets and hoping to the gods above that he could be yours
With the restaurant growing, it was time to expand, which meant leaving Asgard for awhile, when you told this to Loki…he wasn’t too happy about it, but tried to burry that feeling
You still needed help back on Asgard and he agreed to manage the branches there…but even then he couldn’t say “I love you…I have loved you for so long”
The crying became worse, but he always stayed happy for you
The day you left, Loki was there, trying not to confess or cry…but he couldn’t help himself…
“I…I love you…I’m in love with you” he chokingly sobs out
“what?!” you say but before you could say anything, the bifrost opens and you’re sent down to Midgard
Loki was in shocked and followed you immediately
“I…i’ve been in love with you since the first moment i saw you wearing that green apron and making desserts…I…I love our sunday market trips and I love the way you say my name and i just…i just love everything about you and i want to help you and be part of your dreams…yo-your future! i want to be yours…”
A confused and contorted look painted your face “w-who are you?”
“what?!” Loki was in disbelief! how could that even be possible?! you were both just saying goodbye a second ago? how the fu-*click*
“Loki!” A voice booms…it’s Odin… “You have been too distracted by this woman! Ignoring your princely duties! Your studies! I expect better from you!” Loki starts to tear up “and so you make her forget me?!” Odin moves closer “She has a dream ahead of her that i know will be successful, you not being in her life will make that possible…and as for you…we will talk further…let’s go”
That’s how the prince of Asgard helped you become one of the most prestigious restaurants in all the nine realms…He still is deeply in love with you…but he can only love you from a distance
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(a/n): whoops? 😅 yea this one was pretty long but hope…you enjoyed? 😭 sorry not sorry for the ending?
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