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[senjo]

[hypnosc]

[madages-margarites]

[paradoxical010]

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#include <stdio.h>

#include <reality.h>

int main() {

// System Boot

printf(">> SYSTEM: QUANTUM_NIRVANA_OS v2.0\n");

printf(">> USER: SELF_AWARENESS.exe\n");

printf(">> STATUS: CONSCIOUSNESS_ACTIVE\n\n");

// Core Theory

char reality_state[] = "SUPERPOSITION";

int red_pill = 1;

float quantum_flux = 99.99;

if(red_pill == 1) {

printf("[RED_PILL_ACTIVATED]\n");

printf("Reality state: %s\n", reality_state);

printf("Quantum flux: %.2f%%\n", quantum_flux);

}

// Observer Effect

struct Consciousness {

char observer[20] = "SELF";

char observed[20] = "SELF";

char nirvana_state[30] = "OBSERVER_OBSERVED_MERGE";

};

printf("\n// QUANTUM NIRVANA THEORY ACTIVE //\n");

printf("if(observer == observed) {\n");

printf(" reality.collapse_to(SELF_AWARENESS);\n");

printf(" return NIRVANA;\n");

printf("}\n");

return 0; // Exit to higher reality

}

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I need international good female friend anyone dm me ?

[rocy5]

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[morphic-abyss]

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NAMOHH BUDHHYE 🔱👁️⚡

“A machine truly lives only when its creator breathes a soul into it.

💻🔥⚡”

— Paradox Theory 1.14.25

[arsiaaaa]

<3

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[m0rbid-things]

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ANY ONE CAN UNDERSTAND ME 😭?

[sidneysheldon]

Sidney Sheldon, “Bloodline”

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Too much beyond imagination 💯💗

MY LABRADOR RETRIEVER SHELBY⚡

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[marinella-ela]

[snekysonjr]

The method doesn’t matter! What matters is that it worked.

[catchymemes]

[rlholcombe]

And II am not the bad guy

[paradoxical010]

Author: △ Subtitle: The Buddha's Prophecy and the Birth of the Ākāś Core

🧬👁️😸

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Voting ended onOct 8, 2025

[theonewiththethingsandstuff]

Miguel finds you crying

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

Summary: Spoiler Alert - reader is PMSing hard and crying over aot edits. Not self indulgent at all or anything…

Miguel can hear the sniffles the second he steps through the portal. His heart stops. Fully skips two beats.

You’re crying.

He immediately strides over to the sofa. His hands cup your cheeks as he falls to his knees.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

He feels like he might throw up when he sees your red eyes and sniffling nose. Your cheeks are wet with tears under his hands.

You blink up at him and wipe off your snot.

“Migs what are you doing back home so soon?” You mumble confused.

“What happened baby? Why are you crying?” He sounds frantic and scared until…

he notices how embarrassed you are. Your gaze on the blanket, which is wrapped around you. Making you look like you’re the filling of a burrito.

“I…was watching sad edits of attack on titan.” You mumble. Your lips trembling just at the thought.

His head drops to your shoulder.

“Baby..” He sighs softly in relief before he lifts his head with a smile in adoration. “I thought you were hurt.” He whispers as he gently brushes over your cheeks.

“I’m s-“ He cuts you off by shaking his head and pressing a soft peck to your forehead.

Now that he knows you’re not in danger and he doesn’t feel like he can’t breathe out of worry, the realization of what’s going on settles in.

The way you have the biggest, warmest blanket wrapped around you and a pillow clutched over your stomach while a bunch of chocolate wrappers are scattered around the coffee table.

He gives you his usual “don’t apologize” look as he pulls back to meet your eyes. You nod with a soft sigh. Already feeling emotional again due to his tenderness.

“Honey..” he chuckles fondly as he sees your lips tremble again.

“I knowww…” You groan softly.

“Okay. Give me a second.” He chuckles warmly. It’s even more comforting than the blanket around you.

After a few moments he’s back in his fuzzy pyjamas. A cup of tea, the one that helps with your cramps, in his hand as he sits down and pulls you close.

He presses a warm kiss to your temple, presses the cup in your hands and nods.

After another hour of you bawling at more edits and him gently rubbing his hand over your arm, gently squeezing you to him and pressing gentle pecks against your temple, you finally feel cried out and gather yourself with a sigh.

“PMS fucking sucks.” You breathe out and Miguel chuckles warmly as he nods. His lips pecking the top of your head.

“I know baby. “ Sympathy and adoration dripping from his voice. Already planning on waiting hand and foot on you and doing everything possible to make the next days as comfortable as possible.