Cool Things

Cool things I found on tumblr that I’d like to keep track of

[paxamericana]

you’re hearing it more and more

[kyrare]

Spotify Premium ad: “Imagine playing music without interruptions! Infinite skipping! Replay the song you want! And even do it offline? No ads! Whatever songs you want! For a small monthly payme-” Me: *nods, turns off Spotify and turns on my MP3 player and does all the things they offer, but for free and with songs they don’t even have*

[jimtheviking]

For those of you who might not know how to do any of this:

To convert CD audio into mp3s, you just follow the steps here

To play mp3 files, you download an mp3 player like Winamp here and away you go

On mobile? There are plenty of free mp3 players for your phone available, too, so check them out

You don’t need to be tethered to an online streaming service for your music. Be free.

[eroticcannibal]

You can also rip audio files from youtube and find files all over the internet. It is far easier to come across great and lesser known music if you dont limit yourself to spotify.

[n7punk]

Here’s a tutorial on how to get the music and playlists you like with unlimited listening/downloads. This is a free way to do it that I believe is a balance between cost, time, and pros & cons:

If you have the CDs, it will be easier to rip them. Most music managers include this feature and you will have all the track information loaded into the file. There are also pirate websites where you can download entire albums with their metadata attached, but there could be risks associated (I would worry more about viruses than lawsuits these days, though). Deciding a method for acquiring music is a balance of the required time, the alternative costs, and other pros/cons like supporting the artist or taking the risk of pirating sites.

1. Find the song on Youtube. YT has pretty much every song at this point, usually in comparable quality to what you would get on a streaming service.

This is great if you already listen to music on Youtube, but there might be a better method for going direct from Spotify, though this will work either way. The main downside to this method is that official music (and even lyric) videos sometimes have non-music portions so you might have to listen to the whole thing to be sure. SponsorBlock will highlight non-music sections for most artists, so if you have it installed you can tell at a glance if this is the case.

2. Download the audio from YT. There are many ways to download YT videos completely for free. It’s probably against the YT terms of service, but you’re not going to get sued.

I like y2mate for downloading YT videos (or their audio in mp3s) because it’s a simple, ad-free website. You just paste in the URL for the video you want to download. Sometimes it’s laggy and you have to come back later, but usually after a few moments the video loads, you select your download quality (the highest), and then save it. For easy file management, download everything in folders for the Artist, and then sub folders for the Album, and name the MP3 file the “song name”.mp3.

3. Upload to your music player/manager of choice. The file will currently be lacking metadata (Artist, Album, track number, etc) and will be added to the library as a song with its title set as the file name minus its .mp3 extension. Various music players/managers have different ways to add metadata (usually accessed by right-clicking the song) with varying ease.

iTunes is free and and logical if you have an iPhone, but limited in its capabilities. I do all my management/listening in MusicBee (free for Windows) because of its playlist and management features, as well as having a very customizable interface. You can set it to scan the folders you download music to so it will automatically load things into your library, or do so manually. Once loaded into MusicBee, you can batch edit an entire album’s metadata at once easily with Auto-Tagging. Auto-Tag can fetch the details from the internet and fill in artist, tracks, album artwork, etc and save that information to the mp3 file. You can edit this manually if needed too. Drag and drop the edited songs to any other player you may want to add them to so it can find the files.

4. Now you can use the player of your choice to listen endlessly, form playlists, etc. Some free music managers also have music discovery/recommendation features for expanding your collection.

MusicBee allows you to create playlists with folders, subfolders, and dynamic features. You can export these playlists for cross-platform play on other computers with MusicBee installed. I think the playlist features on MusicBee are better than what is on streaming services. You can create an auto-playlist of your recently-added music so you can easily find the ones that are new and might need need editing, adding to other playlists, etc. I have custom tags for music by LGBT artists, sapphic love songs, and more. I also drag-and-drop these playlists directly into iTunes so I have them on my phone too (you can do this to make a new playlist or just edit/add songs to a current one).

There are many music managers/players, including cross-platform ones with streaming, though they usually have fees for that feature. Because you aren’t streaming the music and rather storing it, you’ll need space on each device you want to play the music on, but memory is cheap these days.

You can buy a 2TB external harddrive for less than Spotify or Youtube Premium costs for six months, so having to store the songs isn’t much of a downside. Plus, the song will never “leave the service”, you can listen to it offline, etc.

I do encourage people to pay for art, especially from small, independent artists. You have to pay for art if you want to keep it alive, but there is debate over if streaming services are really “paying the artist”. Alternatives include buying and ripping CDs, purchasing merch or tour tickets (where artists make a lot of their money), etc to support them with something other than streaming views.

[night-dark-woods]

ID. a tweet from Don Hughes @/getfiscal dated Feb 18 21. it reads, “Started imagining paying for Spotify for the next thirty or so years and got a bit dizzy, cancelled a bunch of subscriptions, installed Linux on my computer and then pulled out my old CDs to rip. Going caveman.” End ID.

[uberguber89]

[ryttu3k]

Seconding MusicBee! Also, you can use a library subscription to access Freegal, which allows (depending on your library system) up to five free downloads a week. Completely free, actually legal, yours to keep, no DRM or any crap like that.

For indie producers, always check if they have something like Bandcamp! Bandcamp lets you download as well, and has significantly higher royalties going to the actual artists (Spotify pays them… very little).

[fluffmugger]

Jsyk, winamp rips cds natively.  You can set whatever bitrate you like.  Been doing *that* since last century. 

[iraprince]

thinking about the architecture of a life

[bamsara]

Every so often I redraw the same blue haired girl to keep track of my art improvement. It’s really fun to see how my style has changed and how far I’ve come along.

With that being said, you have FULL permission to roast me for what I drew in 2015 lmao

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Have you ever considered putting your prompts together in a book form?

I’m surprised so many of you are asking this lately, and I’m honestly very interested in knowing why.

That being said, I have actually answered this a couple of times before, and I’m pretty sure it’s under the #faq tag. In short, the answer is yes, but there’s issues with actually doing it.

I don’t like doing things like this halfway, so I’d want it to be a physical book (most likely hardcover if I can, because I have a soft spot for hardcover books). 

I’d need to, not only sort through and re-write most of the prompts (and I wouldn’t be able to use some of them due to copyright infringement, without editing them excessively or cutting them out completely), but I’d also need to find an editor who could edit my work, without taking away from my writing style.

There’s also the issue of money, not only for creating the books themselves, but also for paying an editor to edit everything. Because fuck knows I have appalling grammar.

In a perfect world where all of those things were taken care of, I’d love to do a yearly “Volume” of prompts in book form.

Unfortunately, right now that is nothing but a dream, and will likely remain such.

[probsjosh]

:(

[write-it-motherfuckers]

I want to write but I never know how to start something. Any tip?

As silly as it sounds Darling, I suggest you just start writing. You don’t have to have a concrete plan, or even a hint of a plan, just start writing and let the story take you for a ride. You don’t even have to start at the beginning.

As an example, even if you have no idea what to write, just come up with a key word or the beginning of a sentence.

“grandmother” can turn into “You’ve always looked up to your grandmother”

From there you just keep writing, ask yourself why the character looks up to their grandmother, what reasons could there be, both mundane and fanciful. Just like that you keep on building, and eventually you have something to run with.

It sounds silly enough, but I’ve found that no matter how hard I’m struggling to come up with something, if I just start writing, something’s going to happen eventually.

Hope that helps you a little Darling. I have more advice under the advice tag, some of which is more in depth than this, if you decide you want more.

[the-jackals]

Honestly? This is great advice and I live by it.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

I’m glad Darling, and thank you.

[retro-minty]

I apologize if I’m jumping in where I’m uninvited, but most of my best stories I’ve written have come from either a single word, sentence, or feeling.

Sometimes I’ll just put those down on the page and suddenly, off I go.

Some of my most popular stories I’ve shared have spawned from a single sentence that had no actual plot planned out beforehand. I just began to write the one thing down and the rest came organically. I’ve surprised myself with the way some things have turned out.

So “Just start writing” is a very simple, but incredibly on-the-nose, bit of advice to always keep in mind.

Because it does work.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Please don’t apologise Darling, you put what I meant, in the perfect words. Thank you.

[aeolianchemistry]

this is a universal concept too. the best way to start learning/doing literally anything is to just Start. you don’t have to overthink it or plan ahead or have big dreams. just pick it up and Go. figure it out along the way. you’ll learn something

[littlebearblues]

[wayfindingheart]

I’m sure this was meant to be a joke, but I actually think this is a great summary of why the untitled goose game is so therapeutic. I don’t know about you guys, but somewhere along the way in the course of learning to be a good person, I internalized the idea that if I ever caused problems for other people in any way, no matter how small or insignificant, that meant I was failing at being the best person I could be. Let me say that again: inconveniencing other people, even in minor ways, meant I was failing. It meant I wasn’t Good, and oh, how I have always longed to be Good. I know I’m not the only one; that’s why this poem resonates so deeply with so many people. Just, huge swathes of the population grew up believing that our job on this earth was to be small and subservient and avoid getting in the way, and the idea that maybe we don’t have to always do that is genuinely revolutionary.

And then there comes this game where the entire point is to be as horrible and irritating as humanly (goosely?) possible. The game creates to-do lists based on annoying the human residents of the town; you are rewarded for making a nuisance of yourself in entertaining ways. These to-do lists are filled with 100% pointless tasks that don’t put any good into the world and exist solely to entertain the player, and the only way to advance in the game is to complete them. The game prioritizes the goose’s interests, and therefore the player’s, over absolutely everything else, and requires that the player do the same even when there isn’t a “good reason” to. Like, do I need to make that guy spit out his tea? No. But I’m going to anyway because it’s on my to-do list and it’s funny. I don’t think anything else in the world has encouraged me to put myself first like that.

And the other thing is, this game demonstrates that even if you make it your life’s mission to be as much of a minor nuisance to those around you as humanly possible, at the end of the day, it’s going to be alright. The woman will reset the bell. The man will pour himself another cup of tea. Life will go on for the entire village, even with an annoying goose running around ruining everybody’s day. And like, as frustrated as the villagers get, none of them are ever really sincerely mad at you. They yell sometimes, and they’ll chase you down to get their stuff back, but then once they’ve restored their personal equilibrium, they pretty much just leave you alone to go about your Important Goose Business. You’re a goose, after all. Geese being annoying is, at the end of the day, part of what reassures us that the world is still turning on its axis as it should.

I’m not saying that we should all go out and start messing with each other for no reason. What I am saying is that maybe it’s not such a huge deal if we annoy each other a little bit now and again, in the course of going about our own days. Maybe it doesn’t make us bad people if we are occasionally inconvenient for those around us. For a lot of folks that may seem obvious, but for some of us, it’s really not.

I don’t know if any of this was intentional on the part of the developers, and I almost think it’s better if it wasn’t. But when I play this game, I get three lessons out of it: put yourself first; don’t sweat the small stuff; and, most importantly, you do not have to be Good. It is okay to sometimes, instead, be Goose.

[toastoat]

[abnormalpsychology]

H o n c

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Coming to a slow stop at your front door, you gave your patient companion a grateful, if somewhat shaken, smile, unsure you would have been able to get home on your own. After what you’d been through tonight, you doubted you were going to be doing much walking around at night at all anymore, especially by yourself. Though you hadn’t really intended to do so in the first place.

Giving you a kind smile, the gentleman bowed slightly, before gently capturing one of your trembling hands with his larger ones, his cool skin strangely soothing as he gave it a comforting squeeze. 

He was certainly an unusual man, seeming to constantly speak in a poetic and oftentimes confusing tongue. With his eccentric style and the strange fae like gleam in his eyes, one a bright yellowish gold and the other a dim rusted red, you should have been quite unsettled by him, and yet you found yourself strangely drawn to him, helpless against the pull you felt.

It certainly helped that he had rescued you so gallantly from your attackers.

Entranced, you watched as he raised your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, his strange mismatched eyes never once leaving your own as he slowly stood tall once more, almost reluctantly releasing your hand. The soft smile on his lips instantly had your heart skipping a beat, and you hoped desperately that the heat in your cheeks wasn’t visible in the dim lighting, your mind only just managing to register the fact that he was speaking, wishing you a good night.

As he stepped down and back onto the silent street, you found yourself calling out before your mind could catch up with you, mentally cursing yourself the moment you did so. 

Pausing, he looked up at you curiously, waiting patiently for you to gather your thoughts.

“May I know your name?” You asked a few moments later, ignoring the flustered pounding of your heart.

The mans eyes widened slightly, a spark of genuine surprise flickering within them before they softened, his lips curling into a small smile. 

With a somewhat dramatic but strangely fitting bow, he finally spoke, the pleased curl of his lips, easily heard despite his head remaining dipped.

“I am known by many names, though it would bring me great pleasure if thou were to call me William~”

Slowly raising his head, his piercing eyes locked onto yours again, both of them seeming to almost glow in the dim light as he spoke.

“Would thou grant me the honour of knowing thy own name?”

Flushing, you found yourself answering quickly, one hand absently raising to press over your heart as if worrying it would leap out of your chest at any moment. 

With a pleased smile, he repeated your name softly, before once more dipping his head and wishing you a good night. After a few moments of watching him walk away, you quickly hurried inside, shutting the door behind you as you willed your heart to calm. 

Though you had only just met, somehow, you felt as if you had seen him around before, and that you would definitely be seeing him again.

[lucifers-heartbeat-deactivated2]

[write-it-motherfuckers]

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Looking away from the half mangled corpse on the ground, you peered up at the towering creature before you, unable to deny that it was strangely cute despite it also being quite terrifying. It certainly helped that it was pretty much giving you puppy dog eyes right now, seeming incredibly pleased with its gift.

At least you knew who had been protecting you and your guards until now.

Sighing softly, you gave the creature an awkward smile, reaching up and gingerly petting it’s blood stained head as it leaned eagerly into your touch, large tail swaying happily and disturbing the flowers as it showed its joy. You doubted your adviser was going to be particularly pleased with the new bloodstains on your expensive clothes.

Under your touch, you could still feel the faint scar from the wound you had carefully treated all those months ago, whilst travelling to visit one of the neighbouring countries. In all honesty, you’d expected the creature to attack you when you’d freed it, and yet it had been surprisingly docile as you’d carefully bandaged it up and cut away the last of the nasty trap it had been caught in, it’s unnervingly intelligent eyes watching you with something akin to awe.

You’d never expected that it would find a way to follow you all the way back to your own country, nor that it would assign itself your protector whilst you were tucked away in this mansion for your safety.

It did raise the question of what you were going to do once the threat to you had been taken care of however, because you doubted the creature was going to agree to leave your side now that it had been allowed this close again.

Something told you that convincing your adviser to keep around a massive monster as your guardian, was going to be incredibly difficult.

….Or at least, it would have been…. had your “Massive Monster” not just shifted into the form of a rather unusual looking man, who was still leaning into your touch like a puppy.

Somehow this had all just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated.

[one-summer-night-i-fell-asleep]

Sterek Au

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Watching the absolute mountain of a man, angrily stomp off through the park, you waited until he was completely out of view, before silently lifting up the edge of your coat and peering down at your tiny trembling charge. It wasn’t often that people came to someone who looked like you did, for protection.

The small child had accidentally rammed full force into your legs whilst you were walking through the park, before all but plastering themselves to your side after they’d finally gotten a proper look at you. One look at the terror in their eyes, the burn scar over one side of their face, and the numerous visible bruises and wounds, had been more than enough to have your protective side jumping into action immediately.

It had been rather easy to hide the child, given your quirk and flare for wearing dark dramatic clothes to match, and moments after you’d hidden them, their pursuer had burst into sight, practically radiating rage. As the man had all but interrogated you on what you’d seen, fire licking at his fists in anger, you’d come to two horrifying realisations rather quickly.

Not only was this man very obviously the child’s father and abuser, there was also no mistaking the man as anyone other than the so called “hero” Endeavor. Both of which unfortunately made choosing your next move, all the more complicated.

Sighing, you smiled gently at the small trembling child, crouching down and very carefully gathering him up into your arms, heart clenching at the way he curled into you desperately. You knew you couldn’t just leave him with that man, not after seeing how badly he was treating him.

Perhaps it was time you went and saw an old friend… 

Out of anyone, they were the one most likely to help you once they knew all the facts, especially once they knew all the facts. They were also the one most likely to come up with a plan that would actually work.

[phoenixisdabest]

Welp, guess I’m Todoroki’s new Wine Aunt.

[write-it-motherfuckers]

It took a moment for you to register the pain, your eyes wide in shock as you stared at the so called “hero”. Even the villain looked aghast at their actions, watching as your body slowly slumped to the floor, the agony flaring to life moments later as you stifled a choked scream.

Sneering, the hero shook off your blood with a grunt of disgust, ignoring your dying form as they focused all their attentions on the villain before them. With no cameras or witnesses in sight, nor bound to show up any time soon, they’d obviously decided that you were nothing but an obstacle to get out of their way.

It wasn’t like anyone would believe that the hero was a cold blooded murderer after all.

[phoenixisdabest]

The Villain revives me and we become lovers, uwu.

[cosmicmort]

(ㆁωㆁ)

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Listening to the serene silence, you relaxed slightly, enjoying the brief moment of peace. You knew it wouldn’t last, not with the situation you had found yourself in, but for the moment you enjoyed it. As if in answer to this thought, the sudden sound of bickering started up again and you sighed quietly, rubbing a hand over your face in fond exasperation.

It was to be expected you supposed. Angels and demons were incredibly protective and possessive creatures, be that for their rare few loved ones, or their even rarer bonded, though sometimes those lines blurred. Not everyone had a guardian angel or demon, and not every demon and angel had a bonded that they were destined to protect. Either way, such a bond was highly coveted by all parties, and considered an honour, and somehow you had ended up with two.

Quietly, you glanced back at the two bickering entities, currently not even bothering to pretend to be human, given the privacy your home provided. The two of them were glaring at each other fiercely and hissing insults, held back from attacking each other, only because they knew it would upset you, though their wings were both spread in aggression. 

Shaking your head, you muffled another sigh, doing your best not to be heard, as the moment they noticed your distress, the two would be fawning over you once more. You weren’t sure why they had both been bound eternally to you, but even with the mess it had created, you knew you could never live without them, nor they without you. 

[mysticsoulgirl]

Mystery Skulls Au

[write-it-motherfuckers]

It was with a sense of sadness and nostalgia that you gently ran your fingers over the delicate petals of the flowers lining the secret little glade. Silently you settled yourself down, plucking up one of the flowers and twirling it gently between your fingers, mind straying to times now lost to you.

Three years ago you had been rather abruptly dumped into the past, and into the life of a complete stranger. They had kindly taken you in, surprisingly taking the whole situation in stride, and eventually confessing their inhuman status. It had been an odd relationship from the start, something seemingly drawing you together in a way neither of you could explain, nor wished to fight. By the time you had been with them for a year, the two of you had become inseparable, feelings forming that shook both of you to your core. 

Of course, that was when it all went to hell.

There was a fight between they and another, the two supernatural beings clashing violently over something you can’t quite remember. Somehow, you had been caught in the crossfire, the shock leaving you staring down at your wound in a daze as you collapsed. You still swear you remember them crying out for you, the feeling of their hands desperately trying to grasp at you, before your body all but crumbled beneath their touch, their anguished inhuman eyes being the last thing you ever saw.

You had woken back in your time, laid out on a hospital bed, your wound nothing but a puckered scar. Devastated, you had searched tirelessly, struggling to find anything that was left behind from the past. The world had changed so much over time, that you didn’t even know where to start, loosing hope steadily as the days, weeks, and months, passed. Part of you had wondered if it had been an entirely separate universe, or perhaps just a figment of your imagination.

It had taken you two years to find this spot, having remembered the small glade where the two of you had met and spent many of your days in, laying contentedly beneath the shade of the trees and admiring the scent of the flowers that surrounded you both. The two of you would spend hours talking about everything and nothing, making each other laugh until you cried, and consoling each other when moods and memories grew darker.

Sighing, you looked down at the flower you still held, smiling sadly. You knew that even if they survived this long, they would likely have long moved on and forgotten you, but still a part of you hoped. What a cruel thing it would be to have such love and laughter torn so viciously and permanently from your grasp. 

A voice spoke up suddenly, trembling faintly with barely repressed emotion, anguished hope faintly tinging their painfully familiar tone.

“I had hoped you would find your way back here one day my dear.”

[sketchlove]

My heeeaarrt

[write-it-motherfuckers]

You’d always wondered how hard the decision to reveal yourself when the time came, would be, and yet, as you listened to the frightened screams of the people around you, the people who had become so precious to you, you suddenly found the decision easier than breathing. Not that you really needed to do that anyway.

In a move so fast that not even your attackers could see it, you’d put yourself between them and your loved ones. 

No longer was your form that of a normal human, but something else… something…. more. 

In this form, it was almost laughably easy for you to block the massive beings attack, even though they still towered above you, just like they did with your human companions. Had you not been so swallowed up by your protective rage, you likely would have laughed at the almost comical look of shock and confusion on their face.

There were creatures that were far more dangerous than they were, in this universe, and you just so happened to be one of them. It was time for you to stop hiding, and to remind these creatures that they were not the superior beings that they believed they were.

Maybe you could even have a little fun along the way~

[annoying-lucy]

Lucifer Morningstar

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Another day comes to an end.

Screaming children, people complaining, customers yelling at you, fellow staff members not doing their jobs, a grumpy manager, and the mass of vaguely humanoid writhing darkness that follows you on your walk to and from work, just constantly out of your line of sight.

Yep, just your average day.

[guiltiest-gear]

Jerry could you stop crunching so loud while I work

Jerry if you try and eat one of my vertebrae again I will punch a hole through you

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Every person in the world, woke one day, to find a glowing egg the size of their chest, resting beside them.

Young, old, poor, rich, it didnt matter, every person of every nationality, woke to this on the same day. No one knows what is the cause of the global phenomenon and all they can do is wait to see what comes out when they hatch.

[guiltiest-gear]

Sweet free breakfast

[write-it-motherfuckers]

Looking down at the exhausted, but finally clean, kitten in your lap, you smiled softly. You had found the little thing half frozen and incredibly ill, some monster having tied it up in a plastic bag and abandoned it in the dumpster. It was only the slight movement from within the bag, that had caught your attention, part of you having assumed it to be a rat of some sort. 

You were glad you had checked.

Though the kitten had stunk to high heaven, you were more concerned about warming it up, and had spent a good couple hours slowly warming up the tiny fur ball in the sink, not having wanted it to go into shock by warming it up too quickly. Once it had warmed properly and was moving a little more, you had hastily washed what you could from its body, before gently wrapping it in a towel, wishing you had a hair dryer.

Much to your relief, the kitten had eaten quite well as you fed it by hand, keeping it wrapped up until it dried. By the time you had unwrapped the tiny little thing, it had fallen fast asleep, little belly full and body finally a safe temperature. 

Running your fingers over its soft belly, you snickered  softly, watching the way its little paws twitched as it dreamed. Who could possibly harm such a sweet little thing, you would never know.

Deciding that you should probably find something to let it sleep in, you carefully started to pick it up from your lap, only to freeze, feeling something odd on its back. With careful, slow movements, you rolled it over, lips twitching as it simply remained asleep. 

You were gentle as you ran your fingers over the strange growths on its back, trying to figure out what they were. As if in answer to your question, the tiny kitten stretched sleepily in your palm, both growths abruptly spreading wide with a tremble, before tucking back into its side as it drifted back off contentedly.

Dumbfounded, you stared down at the “kitten”, trying to absorb the fact that yes, your new little furry companion did in fact, have bat wings of all things.

You needed a drink.

[beach-fan]

y es

this is the dream tbh

[probsjosh]

i will raise you well my new baby

[guiltiest-gear]

How Kira found Killer Queen

[aniseandspearmint]

HELLO YES I’LL TAKE TEN

[loveistrueblue]

I think people who criticize “meaningless fluff,” “pointless angst,” and other similar styles of fan-writings, have forgotten about something called aestheticism. Art for art’s sake. Not every piece of art or writing must have some deeper meaning. Some things exist to be merely be observed or felt- not to teach a lesson or do what some think “real” literature should. 

So if you’re writing a 50K coffee shop!AU with nothing but fun shenanigans and fluff, don’t let anyone tell you it’s meaningless or pointless. The point of it is for it to be enjoyed and observed as it is. It doesn’t have to have some deep and poignant societal/political undertone or lesson for it to be a worthy piece of literature. 

A lot of popular authors have created writings which can be categorized as art for art’s sake and have contributed to aestheticism. So you are in good company.

[dailypattondoodles]

THIS