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cant argue with an older woman who’s even slightly authoritative, like yes ma’am, whatever you say beautiful
ima start throwing BRICKS if I keep seeing men when I click the tag for a woman character.
UR ANNOYING. STOP. STOP. STOP. STOP.
okay. luv u. bye
my type is mysterious badass women and soft nerdy men. i yearn so hard
Pov: when i catch y/n wearing something i would NEVER wear
Summer be like this:
How I look in the mirror after watching a bunch of fictional men and women take their shirts off
why are there some writers on here proudly saying their fanfictions are ai slop
I didn’t come to read a robot’s story 😡 I wanted to read a story written by a writer who’s first language ISNT English ok
when you’re reading a fic and you can immediately tell it’s written by ai
Respectfully, I do not believe you can call yourself a writer if AI is writing it for you.
The increase in fics I've seen where the writer is just like "well it's how I write so scroll if it bothers you"
Babe you're killing the planet
First post a little nervy
Every morning I open Tumblr like it's the newspaper, searching for fanfiction.
✦𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 : 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜 x 𝙛!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙬𝙡𝙬 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮
𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚.
𝙄𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙊𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤. 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨.
𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 — 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠.
𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.
“𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜,” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. “𝙊𝙣 𝙖 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘.”
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙥, 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨. “𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮. “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝘼 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩.”
“𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙠.”
“𝙐𝙝-𝙝𝙪𝙝.”
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 — 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.
“𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩. 𝘾𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨.
“𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚,” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮.
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙈𝙧𝙨. 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜.”
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣.
“𝙎𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨?”
“𝘼𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡. 𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡, 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚.
𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨.
“𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚,” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬. “𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.”
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣, 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙙, 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙯𝙚.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨.
𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚,” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙚.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙙.
𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣. 𝘾𝙝𝙡𝙤𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙.
𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮.
“𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩… 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙨.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙.
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙.
𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙡𝙚. 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩. 𝙏𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨.
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢. 𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.
“𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮.
“𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 — 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙.
𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮.
“𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣, 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙧.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩.
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.
“𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧. “𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝. “𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚… 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.”
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣,” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪.
“𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙤𝙬𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.
“𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜,” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮.
“𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩… 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.” 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 — 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙮.
“𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙤,” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.
𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧:
“𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙄’𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤.”
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚,” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙮. “𝙉𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚.
𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢.
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡… 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢,” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨. “𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢.”
“𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩.”
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙗 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮. 𝙄𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩.
“𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨.
𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤. “𝙊𝙠𝙖𝙮.”
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 — 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮.
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣.
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚.
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩. 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩.
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.
𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛.
“𝙄’𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚,” 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨.
“𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝?”
“𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝.”
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙯𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.
“𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚,” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚.
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 — 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙.
𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚.
𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨.
This was such a cute fic! Will definitely be reading again! 💕💕💕💕
this is how it feels to follow multiple x reader tags and having to keep up with the amount of fics being written
Everyone say thank you black women
THANK YOU BLACK WOMEN
LOUDER!!
Superwoke 🤝 Super-bisexual
every 5 minutes i go wow i NEED to kill myself and then i ignore it because i have things to do