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â A/N: One shot? More parts? Feedback please!!!!
â SUMMARY: Oh, the most scandalous season of the year has come to pass. After quite the successful year for the Bridgertonâs the eldest son plans to throw his hat in the ring. Concurrently the Sharma sisters do just the same. One a spinster, the other hopeful romantic, and the middle daughter? What can be said about such a force that is not said when she enters the room. Good luck to all who pursue her.
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YOU LIGHTLY TWIST IN YOUR DRESS RELISHING IN THE GENTLE SWAY THAT OCCURS AS IT CATCHES AIR. Standing between Kate and Edwina you struggle to fight the grin off your lips. Lady Danbury introduces the three of you to the Queen who stands before you with a pensive stare. You care little to impress her or anyone in attendance really, only to make the most of your travels while your younger sister secures a love match.
âAnd may I present her daughters, Miss Sharma, Miss (Y/n) Sharma, and Edwina Sharma. My two personal special guests for the season.â Lady Danbury says, though you curtsy the grin does not leave your lips as the Queen meets your gaze. She narrows her eyes at the sight which fuels your amusement as Kate offers a proper smile and Edwina appears in awe.
âA high honor, indeed. I hear you have made quite a journey to join us again after all these years, Lady Mary. If only you had extended the courtesy of offering your Queen a final farewell before you left,â The Queenâs passive aggressive nature makes your smile widen before your lips move faster than your mind can consider.
âIf I may? Why should one bother with dreadful goodbyes when we can relish in shocking hellos,â You cut in earning patronizing looks from both your siblings, mother, and Lady Danbury.
âMiss (Y/n) Sharma is it? Some must call you brazen,â The Queen says, tilting your head you chuckle at her false compliment. It does little to stifle the fire that drives your family near insane.
âSome say a mad woman but who am I to correct the Queen?â You tease as your mother rushes to apologize for your incorrigible manners. The Queen raises her hand, halting your mother.
âNo apology needed,â The Queen says, a light chuckle leaving her lips as she eyes you. âMaybe there is hope for the Sharmaâs yet. Good day Miss (Y/n).â
You curtsy to the Queen as she makes her exit before all eyes fall on you. Lady Danbury announces her love of a challenge before your mother begins her fruitless lecturing.
âFret not Lady Mary. I believe your mouthy daughter has managed to charm the Queen,â Lady Danbury says and you shrug your shoulders, looking at your mother with a matter-of-fact expression. You immediately excuse yourself from your family before they can stop you. The musicâs quaint and you giggle at the sight of a man struggling with the influx of women who surround him. You do not realize how long you watch the circus in front of you until the man meets your eye. His eyebrows furrow as you chuckle and continue on but Lady Danbury catches your elbow.
âYou are quite the mercurial creature arenât you?â Lady Danbury says as she brings you between herself and your mother.
âOh do I love the influx of compliments here,â Your sardonic smirk earns a soft chuckle from Danbury. Before silence can ensue, Kate points to the man in the sea of women with familiarity.
âThe Viscount? I do not believe I have yet made an introduction?â Lady Danbury states but your eyes stay on the women who crowd him.
âAre London ladies always this subtle?â You ask but your mother nudges your side, muttering about your poor manners.
âI believe you Miss (Y/n) will make this yearâs social season rather interesting,â She says and you mock a half curtsy as you tell her you aim to please. Before any of you can utter another word a man joins your side. He stands slightly taller than you and his hair hangs slightly below his ears in loose curls. You cannot deny how handsome he appears in his suit with the piercing stare of his light eyes.
âDuke of Wales, I see you join us this evening. Please meet my honored guests. Lady Mary and her daughters. Miss Kate Sharma, Miss Edwina Sharma, and Miss (Y/n) Sharma. Are you entering this season in hope for a match, Lord Beauregard?â Lady Danbury wastes no time and you once again find yourself curtsying. He offers a kind smile before locking eyes with you.
âDuke of Wales until one of my many cousins conceives an heir of course. It is wonderful to meet you all. William Beauregard. I do indeed hope to seek a match. Miss Sharma, may I?â He asks, holding out his hand you grab much like you grab your sisters. In reality you have no real choice, with no tie or public courting to another so no real power to reject him. Neither of you say a word as you walk to the dance floor to join the others. When you both reach an open spot he places his hands on the appropriate spot of your upper hip and in your opposite hand, âYou look lovely tonight.â
âAnd thus worthy of this dance?â You ask as you carefully count your steps in your head. All of your practicing with Kate comes to fruition as you manage to not step on his feet as much as you do with your elder sister.
âOf course not. I just wish to compliment you. I hope I did not offend,â He says, spinning you around when you turn back facing him your usual grin sits on your face. Your family and Lady Danbury watch the two of you and mutter amongst themselves. âYou jest?â
âRather challenge. Any man who considers me a prospect for marriage has to be capable of many things,â You state, your mocking toneâs nothing short of confusing but still William appears with intrigue.
âThen I must inquire what some of those capabilities are,â He asks, tilting your head back a short audible laugh leaves your lips. You doubt him, rightfully so as most men run for the hills after just mere minutes of conversation with you.
âFirst and most certaintly my capricious nature. No one can quite figure me out even I am confused on the matter,â You state but as he insists you continue, it brings you pause, the songs nearing an end but the Dukeâs eyes stay on you. âI have no idea what I want with this life. I have no intention to marry or seek love, at least not now and I only entertain this drivel to appease my mama.â
âWhy not stay back in India?â He asks as the song stops, you both curtsy. Backing up you chuckle once more, your mocking nature staying at the forefront of your tongue, âAnd miss this opportunity to travel? Thank you for this lovely dance my Lord but I do insist your pursuits of marriage with me will be fruitless.â
âGood day MissâSharma,â He trails off as you already journey back to find Edwina on her way to the dance floor. Lady Danbury and your mother trail off leaving you and Kate to linger about. Kate wastes no time in asking you about your experience with the Duke.
âI can assure you if he still has interest in me after that the Duke is without a mind,â You joke, taking Kateâs arm she lectures you no differently from Mama. She drones on about the importance of finding a man to wed you. You roll your eyes and follow her lead around the room. âFor Edwina yes a love filled marriage but sister why canât I be like you. You seem happy, are you not?â
âBesides the point sisterââ She says but stops mid-sentence as her eyes stick to the dance floor. You follow her gaze to the Viscount seemingly struggling with the young lady on the dance floor. It resembles your many practices with Kate which you would find every excuse under the sun to not partake in.
âHow did you meet the Viscount? He seems rather high strung. If I may be so lucky maybe I will be able to vex him before the seasons end,â You say as two of you watch him, before she can scold you the two of you watch him exit the room. Kate says nothing before exiting the exact same doors as the Viscount, you consider following her before finding yourself a glass of wine. You wander the emptier corridors to escape the lionâs den, the art and vases take your eye but you find the feeling of them beneath your fingertips most pleasurable.
âOh my apologies I was not aware anyone was in here,â You flinch as you whip around to find William in the doorframe of the unoccupied room. He speaks fast as he says he will go before muttering another apology. The stir in your chest makes your eyes roll as you call out his name.
âMister Beauregard. You can stay if you like. Itâs not my home so who am I to dictate who goes about where,â Shrugging your shoulders you turn back to the portrait in front of you. The frame beneath your fingers reveals intricate patterns with meticulous detail.
âI am not Mister Beauregard, only William,â He says, holding out his hand as he wears an inviting smile which you accept.
âAnd I, (Y/n).â You say, smiling back before silence consumes the room. The candles light the room but it still remains dim. You know if someone was to discover the two of you unchaperoned there could be a large scandal. âShouldnât you be attending to many eligible ladies bringing desperate horror to your night of search. The way they flock to the Viscount I can only imagine the line at your door.â
âAs dreadfully true as your words are in actuality it is the mothers that bring the true horror. Constantly listing off all the reasons why I should consider their daughters,â He says but as a laugh leaves your lips he questions what you find funny in his words.
âAm I supposed to feel sorry for you? Oh no I am the Duke, a man free to do what I please, constantly at the whim of no one?â You ask, taking his glass from his hand you walk over to the couch taking a seat.
âI was not trying to feign hardship, rather partake in your uhâbanter. I fear I am uncertain how to speak with you,â He says, taking a seat on the arm of the opposite end of the couch. Finishing his glass you tilt your head back on the back of the couch to take in the high ceiling.
âFear not, I already warned you of my nature as well as my intentions. I take little serious and enjoy moments of serenity just as much as I relish in chaos. This Lady Whistledown character of London. Rather a sneaky minx, I love that,â You explain, turning your head on the side you enjoy the view of the ceiling with William silently observing you in the corner of your eye. At first he says nothing and the pause between the two of you stills the room as you watch the ceiling and he watches you.
âYou are an enigma Miss (Y/n). Itâs rather refreshing,â Breaking the silence he watches as you move your gaze from the ceiling to his smiling face. Though he looks at you, you note the far off look in his eyes. You consider asking where his mind travels off but instead leaves him on his mental voyage. You shrug your shoulders telling him to tell your mother that. âI suppose your mother does not share my sentiment.â
âTo my mother I am a mannerless wild child. I am fortunate she is not cruel but I know she does not understand me nay she does not try to,â You say, bring your elbow up onto the couch you support your head with your hand. Your fingers drum against your cheek as you are certain you will soon have to rejoin the party.
âWell then if not in your presence to court you may I be in your presence as your friend?â He rises to his feet holding out his hand to you once more. Your eyebrows furrow as you find yourself once again charming an individual of a station far above your own.
âThis will not aid you in your search for a wife,â You point out glancing between his easy going expression and his waiting hand.
âYou are not the only one who has been put in this season without a choice,â He says but still you do not move from the couch. The glint that flashes across his eyes you know all too well before he mimics your troublemaking tone, âAlso you assume yourself to have ever been an option for yours truly.â
Your jaw drops as you fail to fight the large smile that overtakes your features, slapping his hand away you rise to your feet. You cross your arms over your chest before sizing him up, he places his hands in his pockets smirking at your expression, âColor me impressed the oh so wonderful Duke of Wales.â
The rest of the party you and the Duke find yourself in proximity around the party. Between every dance that pulls you both away from each other you find yourselves laughing at whatever nonsense the other concocts.
âWilliam! You have no idea the joy it brings me to know another man of English nobility is here to weather the dreadful storm of women hoping to secure an advantageous marriage,â You say nothing as the Viscount greets William. It only takes mere seconds before you learn the close relationship between the two families.
âAnthony meet Miss (Y/n) Sharma. Miss Sharma this is Viscount Anthony Bridgerton,â William says, curtsying you make no attempt to speak as he stares at you. He narrows his eyes before realization strikes his features.
âMiss Sharma, you were laughing at me earlier. May I ask what was funny?â The question makes both you and William chuckle. Anthonyâs gaze bounces between the two of you, âFast friends I see.â
âWell my lord, the question tis not what was funny but merely what was not funny. First you manage to find a woman who dances worse than I but your best act was your stammering as you tried to maintain multiple conversations with a crowd of women. How can one not laugh at the wondrous show you put on tonight? Bravo!â Your kind smile and clapping hands does not falter despite the verbal lashing you give out without reason. William bites the inside of his cheek as he eyes his old friend closely. Though he does not say it, your humbling words may come of benefit to the ever arrogant Bridgerton.
âYou speak with such hostility. Do we have some history I am forgetting?â He asks, shaking your head you scan the room for your sisters.
âNot at all, Mister Bridgerton. As I have warned your dear friend, my erratic nature can be off putting to many. I ride the border of blunt and rude. Like balancing on a verbal tightrope, heaven knows which way Iâll lean each conversation. Good day to the both of you. It has been a rather wonderful night, might I say,â You do a final curtsy before leaving Anthony in utter confusion. He watches you walk off before turning to William who speaks up first.
âEvery question you may have I promise you seeking out answers only arises more questions,â William bites his bottom lip as amusement takes his features. Anthony wastes no time in asking about your place in the social season. âThat is the plight our dear quandary voices no interest in marriage or even love. She plays this game for her dear mother with no intention to win. She does come with two sisters.â
âThat makes her my perfect bride,â Anthony says, watching as you join your mother, his shoulders fall at the sight of the arm you hang onto. Kate catches his gaze on you, she mutters something to you to which you follow her gaze. Anthony makes no attempt to look away as you look up, mischief sits in your eyes before you raise your head high and turn back to your sister who glares daggers toward the Viscount. Kateâs not the only one to notice the watchful eyes, Lady Danbury and your mother stand together just a few feet away.
âWell Lady Mary it seems the mouthy one has gained the attention of not only the Queen but both the Duke of Wales and the Viscount. As I said, she will make this an interesting season indeed.â
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How to Make High Quality Gifs
A few people have asked me for a gif tutorial, so here we go! As a disclaimer, there are many parts of gif-making that are subjective, and this is just my personal process/preferences. If anyone is confused about a particular step, or wants more in-depth info about something, just message me!
Tools: â§Laptop/computer â§Adobe Photoshop 2024 â§External Hard Drive (mine is 250GB) â§Video Downloader (I use the Video Downloadhelper extension on Firefox)
PHASE ONE: Make Animated Gif
1. Download high quality video This is very important! You should download the highest quality of the video you can find. I use the free Video DownloadHelper extension on Firefox, but it doesn't download audio sometimes (it could be me not using it properly, or they want you to pay to get audio). No audio is fine for gifs, but if I'm doing a video edit, I either need to record the audio separately with Quicktime or use a free online downloader for youtube, twitter, or instagram videos.
For this gif, I downloaded an HD interview from the F1 website with the Video DownloadHelper extension on Firefox.
Tip: Make sure your video file is an .mp4 -> photoshop can struggle with .mov files bc they're larger
2. Import: Video Frames to Layers...
File -> Import -> Video Frames to Layers... -> Open your video -> Selected Video Range -> Make Frame Animation
If photoshop has to load a while to make the frames, it means you should select a smaller portion of the video to animate.
Tip: If you discover that there are duplicates of every frame or that there are way too many frames for the portion of video you want to gif, you may need to re-import and check the "Limit to Every _ Frames" box, and write in "2". This will import every other frame of the video and get rid of duplicates or too many frames.
Once your frames are imported, make sure you're working in the "Motion" workspace by going to the top to Window -> Workspace -> Motion.
Now, all your frames should appear at the bottom in the Timeline. Make sure that the box in the left corner is set to "Forever", and now it should play the frames and loop back to the beginning each time.
3. Choosing your frames I usually aim for around 60 frames total for a gif, but sometimes I'll go under or over that number. This particular gif is 55 frames in total. In general, I want my gif to be around 3 seconds in length bc under that feels too short and over that starts to be a large file size. Totally subjective, though! (edit: I have started to experiment with up to 80 frames for some gifs, which comes out to about 4 sec.)
Play through your frames and if you want to delete some, select them and click on the trashcan icon, which you can see in the screenshot above. (If you don't delete them this way, you'll have issues later.)
4. Set Frame Delay
Once you're happy with your frames, select all of them and click on the part that says "0.02", then go to "Other..." I usually choose 0.05 or 0.06, to land my gif around 3 seconds, but it depends on the video and how many frames you have. This particular gif is set to 0.06 because it looked good and brought me to around 3 seconds.
You can always choose a delay and if you don't like it, go back and change it! Just do what looks good to you.
5. Convert to Video Timeline
Click on the symbol that looks like 4 lines stacked, and choose "Convert to Video Timeline". Now is usually when I play through the gif to see what the speed is looking like/if I like the frame delay and it's landing somewhere around 3 seconds. If not, you can just Undo and adjust anything when it's still in the frame animation stage.
Next, scroll through the Layers on the right side and delete any layers that don't have the "eye" symbol next to them -> these are frames you deleted in the frame animation stage, but they need to be deleted in the timeline stage as well. Lastly, select all your remaining layers (which should all have the "eye" symbol) so they're all highlighted.
6. Convert to Smart Object
With all layers selected, go to the top to Layer -> Smart Object -> Convert to Smart Object. Ta da! You have a gif.
I always make sure to save my file at this point (you can do it before, but it just depends on how fast you work). Remember to frequently save your progress while gif-making: sometimes, photoshop gets overwhelmed and quits while you're mid-color correction đ„Č. You never want to start over from scratch...
Now, some people like to crop & resize their gifs first. Or do sharpening before color. Or color, resize, then sharpen. It's really up to you. The order I like to do is Color, Sharpen, Crop, Resize, Export.
PHASE TWO: Color & Sharpening (the fun part!)
1. Brightness/Contrast
So here's where we start getting into the really subjective stuff. I always use the Brightness/Contrast and the Selective Color adjustment layers to do my coloring. I rarely touch the contrast bc that can be adjusted in selective color, but almost always, the gif needs overall brightening.
Tip: Even when I think a video looks bright to my eyes, sometimes I post the gif and they look dark once they're in the app. My advice is to always brighten a little bit, even when you don't think it's needed...
Here shows the very subtle shift in brightness I did for this gif. It can be a lot more intense depending on the video quality/lighting. The difference will also look a lot more stark after the color layer is applied.
2. Selective ColorNext is color. This is totally up to you and what looks good to your eyes. Make sure you have any software turned off that might change the color of your screen (like a nighttime filter or something that removes blue light).
I use selective color bc you can adjust the levels of cyan, magenta, yellow, and black in each color channel independently. This is how I adjust the specific color of red that Charles and Carlos wear, or the amount of cyan in the blacks, etc. The "Neutral" layer effects the whole image, so I'll sometimes add some yellow there if I'm wanting a warmer image, or I'll add or remove black to brighten or darken the mid-tones.
Just play around! Sometimes, I'll take the slider from +100 to -100 back and forth just to see what it's doing to the gif. And I frequently turn on and off the color layer to see what the gif looked like before and after color. (I've found that most F1 content is really magenta-skewed, which you may not even notice until you've corrected it out).
Above is Color vs. No Color. It might look extreme to you presented this way, but when the whole gif is colored, no one questions it! As long as there's consistency across gifs, that's all that matters. I frequently copy and paste my adjustment layers onto another gif from the same interview/video so the look stays consistent.
Above is Color w/ Brightening vs. Without. This gives you a better idea of how much of a difference that Brightness/Contrast layer makes.
3. Sharpening I got my Sharpening routine of choice from this tutorial on gif-making. To be honest, I don't know if it's the best sharpening procedure bc I haven't taken the time to in-depth compare to other ways of doing it, but it looks good to me! So I've stuck with it. (edit: I've also added a Reduce Noise filter to my sharpening routine. But as always, just do what looks nice to you!)
I copy and past the sharpening from my other gifs onto new ones so I don't have to do all the steps again. There are quicker ways of doing this, like using quick actions and stuff, but how I do it is fast enough for me.
If you want to figure out your own Sharpening routine:
With the gif layer selected, go to the top to Filter -> Sharpen -> Smart Sharpen. It will bring up this window:
Here you can play around with the amount, radius, noise reduction, etc. and see what you like.
I also add a Gaussian Blur effect, which you'll find under Filter -> Blur -> Gaussian Blur.
^All of your Sharpen and Blur effects will stack up underneath your gif layer like this. To adjust the opacity of one of these effects, double click on its adjustment/slider symbol to the right, and it'll bring up the Blending Options window.
If there's any sharpening or blurring layer you don't like, you can easily drag it into the trashcan symbol to get rid of it.
Above is a visual of Sharpened vs. None. You can really tell with the difference in the Snapdragon logo on either shoulder. But I also personally love how much more Carlos' eyes pop to me on the Sharpened side.
As you can see, it's up to your preference. Sometimes, I really love gifs I see that aren't sharp, but rather really smooth and almost painterly. It's up to the gif-maker!
PHASE THREE: Crop & Resize
1. Cropping
Go to the toolbar on the left and choose the Crop Tool. Above where it says "Ratio", you can choose from preset ratios that photoshop has, or you can make your own. I like to use the presets, or at the very least, clear numbers that you can apply to a whole gifset. Free transforming without a ratio makes it nearly impossible to maintain consistency across a gifset.
If it isn't already, uncheck "Delete Cropped Pixels". This will allow you to move the gif around inside the cropped area later if you want to adjust what's in frame. It also gives you the option to increase the frame later, if you want. You can also click the gear icon next to "Delete Cropped Pixels" and change how you view the gif during cropping.
When you're done, click the check mark or hit Enter. Now, you've got a cropped gif!
2. Resizing
Go to the top to Image -> Image Size...
Make sure you have Pixels selected. For the Resample tab, I have it set to Automatic here, but sometimes I'll use Bicubic smooth or sharpen, depending on what I'm doing. Here's a cool post that compares the different settings. Just experiment with it.
(edit: I no longer change the resolution to 150. I've found that increasing the resolution, and therefore the size, before ultimately resizing down to 540 px means you are compressing even more (the larger something is, the more it has to be compressed within 540 px). I now leave the resolution at 72, which is what it's set at originally, and if the image composition allows it, try to crop in as close to 540 px as I can get so that when I resize, there's the least amount of compression happening.)
If I know a gif is going to be the full width of a tumblr post, I'll resize the width to 540 pixels (the height doesn't matter). But if I make a portrait-style gif which will be sharing a row with another gif, I'll resize anywhere from 270 px -> 350 px. If it's smaller than 270 px, tumblr will enlarge the gif and it'll look bad. If it's wider than 270 px, tumblr might reduce its quality a bit and it won't look as good. But personally, I prefer that if someone clicks on the gif to enlarge it, it looks better enlarged, so I usually will leave it around 345 px as long as the file isn't too big.
PHASE FOUR: Export (last one!)
Once you're happy with everything about your gif, it's time to export. (Remember to save your progress frequently!)
Go to the top to File -> Export -> Save for Web (Legacy)...
^It'll bring up this Save window.
These are the settings I like to use for gifs. You'll find a lot of differing opinions out there about Adaptive vs. Perceptual/Pattern vs. Diffusion, but you should always have "GIF" selected, "Transparency" checked with "No Transparency Dither" selected, Looping set to "Forever", and Colors set to "256". I like "Bicubic Sharper" for my Quality tab, but there are whole tutorials just about comparing those settings. The best thing to do though is to try them out and compare for yourself.
(edit: I've discovered that if a gif is slightly too large and I don't want to shorten it or resize it down, I can try to reduce the colors from 256 to 128 to get it under the limit. I'll never go below 128, and sometimes I will go to 200 or 170 to try to eliminate as little color variety as possible, but often there is not a noticeable difference in your finished gif. But always compare, of course, to make sure.)
On the bottom left is where the size of the gif is shown -> tumblr requires gifs 10MB and under, but in my experience, gifs load/play best on tumblr when they're around 6MB. I always leave a little growing room as well, bc it might say 5.8MB in this window, but after it saves, the file will have grown a little bit and will likely be over 6MB at that point. (edit: I now regularly post gifs that are around 9.5MB and tumblr seems to be able to handle it better.)
AND THAT'S ALL!
If you've made it this far...congratulations! haha
I know this is a whole lot of information and you might be feeling overwhelmed! But I hope, if anything, this shows you just how complex gif-making can be, and how it is absolutely an art! No one should be stealing anyone's gifs, as a lot of hard work and love goes into the process.
This doesn't include things like adding text to a gif, or more complex adjustments and corrections like masking or key frames. But I'm happy to do more of these if there are specific questions people have.
Let me know what you're curious about or if something is unclear! And happy gif-making! â€ïž
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đ đ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đŽđ° đźđ¶đ€đ© đđ°đ·đŠ đąđŻđ„ đŻđ° đ°đŻđŠ đ”đ° đšđȘđ·đŠ đȘđ” đ”đ°. đđłđ°đź đłđŠđ«đŠđ€đ”đŠđ„ đŻđ°đ”đŠđŽ đ°đ§ đąđ§đ§đŠđ€đ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ„đȘđ„đŻ'đ” đłđŠđąđ€đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ©đŠđąđłđ”đŽ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđ„đŠđ„ đ”đ° đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻđąđ đŠđ·đąđŽđȘđ°đŻđŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đłđŠđŽđŠđŻđ€đŠ. đ đ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đđ°đŻđš đšđȘđ·đŠđŻ đ¶đ± đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđ°đ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ„đŠđŽđ”đȘđŻđŠđ„ đ§đ°đł đđ°đ·đŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ§đŠ.
đđŻđ”đȘđ đșđ°đ¶ đźđŠđ” đđ©đą đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°, đ”đ©đŠ đźđąđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đ©đ°đ±đŠđđŠđŽđŽđđș đ§đąđđđŠđŻ đ§đ°đł. đđ” đžđąđŽđŻâđ” đąđđ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđ¶đđ” đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đ©đŠ đźđąđ„đŠ đȘđ” đŠđąđŽđș đ”đ° đ§đąđđ. đ đ°đ¶đł đ±đąđŽđ” đ€đłđ¶đŽđ©đŠđŽ đ”đłđŠđąđ”đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđŽ đąđŻ đąđ§đ”đŠđłđ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”, đŁđ¶đ” đ©đŠ đ”đłđŠđąđ”đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđ”đ© đŹđȘđŻđ„đŻđŠđŽđŽ.
đđŻđ„ đȘđ” đąđđ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đŠđ„ đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ·đč đșđŠđąđłđŽ đ°đđ„. đ đ°đ¶đł đ§đąđ”đ©đŠđł đźđ°đ·đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đąđźđȘđđș đ§đłđ°đź đđŻđ„đȘđąđŻđą đ”đ° đđ°đłđŠđą đ§đ°đł đą đ«đ°đŁ đ±đłđ°đźđ°đ”đȘđ°đŻ. đ đ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đŽđ”đąđłđ”đȘđŻđš đŽđ€đ©đ°đ°đ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđȘđ„đ„đđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ€đ©đ°đ°đ đșđŠđąđł, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ° đŽđąđș đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đą đŻđŠđłđ·đ°đ¶đŽ đžđłđŠđ€đŹ đžđąđŽ đąđŻ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŽđ”đąđ”đŠđźđŠđŻđ”.
âđđ°đ°đ„ đźđ°đłđŻđȘđŻđš, đ€đđąđŽđŽ. đđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đą đŻđŠđž đŽđ”đ¶đ„đŠđŻđ” đ«đ°đȘđŻđȘđŻđš đ¶đŽ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đșđŠđąđł. đđȘđđ đșđ°đ¶ đ±đđŠđąđŽđŠ đȘđŻđ”đłđ°đ„đ¶đ€đŠ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§?â
đđŠđŽđ±đȘđ”đŠ đŻđ°đ” đ§đ¶đđđș đ€đ°đźđ±đłđŠđ©đŠđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đđ°đłđŠđąđŻ, đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đąđłđŠđŻđ”đŽ đŠđŻđŽđ¶đłđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđŠđ” đ¶đ± đ§đ°đł đŽđ¶đ€đ€đŠđŽđŽ. đ đ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đąđ€đ€đŠđŽđŽ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŁđŠđŽđ” đ”đ¶đ”đ°đłđŽ đ”đ° đŁđ¶đȘđđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đŻđ§đȘđ„đŠđŻđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đŽđ±đŠđąđŹđȘđŻđš đą đŻđŠđž đđąđŻđšđ¶đąđšđŠ. đ đ°đ¶ đźđąđŽđ”đŠđłđŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđąđŽđȘđ€đŽ đąđŻđ„ đ€đ°đźđźđ¶đŻđȘđ€đąđ”đŠđ„ đŠđ§đ§đŠđ€đ”đȘđ·đŠđđș.
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âđđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đł đȘđŻđ”đłđ°đ„đ¶đ€đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§. đđđŠđąđŽđŠ đ”đąđŹđŠ đą đŽđŠđąđ” đŻđŠđčđ” đ”đ° đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°. đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°, đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đłđąđȘđŽđŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđŻđ„?â
đ đ©đąđŻđ„ đŽđ±đłđ°đ¶đ”đŠđ„ đ¶đ± đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đąđȘđł. đđ©đŠ đ©đąđŻđ„ đŁđŠđđ°đŻđšđŠđ„ đ”đ° đą đŁđ°đș ïżœïżœđȘđ”đ© đą đ„đąđŻđ„đș đ€đ¶đ”, đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°.
đđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđ” đ„đ°đžđŻ, đșđ°đ¶ đȘđŻđ”đłđ°đ„đ¶đ€đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đ±đłđ°đ±đŠđłđđș đ”đ° đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°.
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âđ đ°đ¶ đźđ¶đŽđ” đŁđŠ đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°! đđ”'đŽ đŻđȘđ€đŠ đ”đ° đźđŠđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶!â
đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ° đ«đ¶đŽđ” đđ°đ°đŹđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đ± đąđŻđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ§đłđ°đź đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đłđŻđŠđł đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ”đ©đŠđș đłđŠđ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đąđłđ„.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đźđąđŻđș đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ, đŁđ¶đ” đą đŻđ¶đȘđŽđąđŻđ€đŠ đžđąđŽ đŻđ°đ” đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđź, đŽđ° đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ°đ°đŹ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đȘđŻđ” đąđŻđ„ đ„đŠđ€đȘđ„đŠđ„ đȘđ” đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŁđŠ đžđȘđŽđŠ đ”đ° đ±đąđș đąđ”đ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ”đ° đ€đđąđŽđŽ.
đđ©đŠđŻ đđ¶đŻđ€đ© đłđ°đđđŠđ„ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„, đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŠđČđ¶đąđđđș đŻđŠđłđ·đ°đ¶đŽ, đŁđ¶đ” đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđąđž đą đ§đąđźđȘđđȘđąđł đ§đȘđšđ¶đłđŠ đŽđȘđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đąđđ°đŻđŠ, đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđ€đȘđ„đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ«đ°đȘđŻ đ©đȘđź. đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ„đŠđ”đŠđłđźđȘđŻđŠđ„ đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đą đŻđŠđž đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„, đŽđ° đșđ°đ¶ đžđąđđŹđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ”đąđŁđđŠ đąđŻđ„ đŽđąđ” đŻđŠđčđ” đ”đ° đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°.
đđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđȘđđ©đ°đ¶đŠđ”đ”đŠ đŠđŻđ”đŠđłđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđŻđŠ đ°đ§ đŽđȘđšđ©đ”, đ©đŠ đłđ°đđđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ đŁđ¶đ” đźđąđ„đŠ đŻđ° đźđ°đ·đŠđŽ đ”đ° đđŠđąđ·đŠ. đ đ°đ¶ đŽđ±đŠđŻđ” đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đčđ¶ đźđȘđŻđ¶đ”đŠđŽ đšđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ° đŹđŻđ°đž đ©đȘđź đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł. đđđ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ©đȘđŽ đłđŠđŽđ±đ°đŻđŽđŠđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ©đ°đłđ”, đ©đŠ đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ°đ±đŠđŻđȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đźđ°đłđŠ. đđłđ°đź đ”đ©đąđ” đ„đąđș đ§đ°đłđžđąđłđ„, đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đ©đȘđź đ§đ°đłđźđŠđ„ đą đ„đŠđŠđ± đŁđ°đŻđ„.
đđŠ đŠđŻđ”đŠđłđ”đąđȘđŻđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đźđ¶đŽđȘđŻđšđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đđ°đ·đŠ, đŽđ°đ¶đ đźđąđ”đŠđŽ, đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đ©đȘđŽ đ”đŽđ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđŠ đ”đŠđŻđ„đŠđŻđ€đȘđŠđŽ. đ đ°đ¶đł đŁđ°đŻđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ¶đ„đ„đđŠđ„ đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đšđ¶đșđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đžđ° đ±đąđłđąđ„đ°đčđȘđ€đąđ đŁđŠđȘđŻđšđŽ. đ đ°đ¶đł đŽđ°đ¶đ đžđąđŽ đ§đŠđłđ·đŠđŻđ” đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đłđŠđŽđŠđłđ·đŠđ„. đđ¶đ” đ°đ±đ±đ°đŽđȘđ”đŠđŽ đąđ”đ”đłđąđ€đ”, đžđ©đŠđ”đ©đŠđł đȘđ” đȘđŽ đ±đđąđ”đ°đŻđȘđ€ đ°đł đŻđ°đ”. đđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ°đźđ±đąđŻđȘđ°đŻđŽđ©đȘđ± đžđąđŽ đŠđ·đȘđ„đŠđŻđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đąđ”.
đđ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đźđąđŻđș đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đ±đłđŠđŽđŠđŻđ€đŠ đȘđŻđ”đȘđźđȘđ„đąđ”đȘđŻđš, đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đȘđ” đąđđđ¶đłđȘđŻđš. đđđ°đžđđș, đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đžđąđđđŽ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ đ€đ°đźđȘđŻđš đ„đ°đžđŻ, đąđŻđ„ đ©đŠ đŁđŠđ€đąđźđŠ đźđ°đłđŠ đ§đ°đłđ”đ©đłđȘđšđ©đ” đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶. đđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đȘđŽ đŻđŠđžđ§đ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ€đąđŻđ„đȘđ„đŻđŠđŽđŽ, đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ° đ°đ±đŠđŻđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ°đźđ±đđŠđčđȘđ”đȘđŠđŽ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ”đłđąđȘđŻđŠđ„ đłđŠđđąđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽđ©đȘđ± đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đ§đąđ”đ©đŠđł. đđŠ đąđđđ°đžđŠđ„ đ©đȘđźđŽđŠđđ§ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ·đ¶đđŻđŠđłđąđŁđđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶, đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đąđ±đ±đłđŠđ€đȘđąđ”đŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đźđ°đłđŠ đ”đ©đąđŻ đąđŻđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš.
đđŠ đ€đ°đźđ§đ°đłđ”đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽđ©đȘđ±đŽ đ§đłđ°đź đŁđąđ€đŹ đ©đ°đźđŠ đ€đłđąđŽđ©đŠđ„ đąđŻđ„ đŁđ¶đłđŻđŠđ„. đ đ°đ¶ đ€đ°đźđ§đ°đłđ”đŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đžđ©đŠđŻ đ©đȘđŽ đ§đąđ”đ©đŠđł'đŽ đŠđčđ±đŠđ€đ”đąđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ đžđŠđȘđšđ©đŠđ„ đ©đȘđź đ„đ°đžđŻ, đŁđ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶ đąđđŽđ° đ€đŠđđŠđŁđłđąđ”đŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đąđ€đ©đȘđŠđ·đŠđźđŠđŻđ”đŽ.
đđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đșđŠđąđłđŽ đ±đłđ°đšđłđŠđŽđŽđŠđ„, đŽđ° đ„đȘđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đźđŠđźđ°đłđȘđŠđŽ. đđ°đžđŠđ·đŠđł, đ°đŻđŠ đźđŠđźđ°đłđș đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ€đąđ±đ”đȘđ·đąđ”đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đđȘđŹđŠ đą đźđ°đ”đ© đ”đ° đą đ§đđąđźđŠ.
đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŽđ”đȘđđ đȘđŻ đ„đȘđŽđŁđŠđđȘđŠđ§ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đšđłđąđ„đ¶đąđ”đȘđŻđš đ§đłđ°đź đ©đȘđšđ© đŽđ€đ©đ°đ°đ. đđ©đŠ đŠđ§đ§đđ¶đčđȘđ°đŻ đ°đ§ đ”đȘđźđŠ đžđąđŽ đ€đ°đźđȘđ€đąđ; đ đžđŠđŻđ” đ§đłđ°đź đŁđŠđȘđŻđš đą đŻđŠđłđ·đ°đ¶đŽ đŻđŠđž đŽđ”đ¶đ„đŠđŻđ” đąđ” đą đźđȘđ„đ„đđŠ đŽđ€đ©đ°đ°đ đȘđŻ đđ°đłđŠđą đ”đ° đ„đ°đŻđŻđȘđŻđš đźđș đ€đąđ± đąđŻđ„ đšđ°đžđŻ, đŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đąđźđ°đŻđšđŽđ” đźđș đ€đđąđŽđŽđźđąđ”đŠđŽ. đđșđźđŁđ°đđȘđ€ đ°đ§ đ”đ¶đłđŻđȘđŻđš đą đŻđŠđž đ±đąđšđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đ°đŹ đ€đąđđđŠđ„ đđȘđ§đŠ, đșđ°đ¶đł đ”đąđŽđŽđŠđ đŽđąđ” đłđŠđąđ„đș đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ§đđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„.
đđŁđ°đ·đŠ đąđđ, đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ±đłđ°đ¶đ„ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đźđąđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đšđłđŠđž đȘđŻđ”đ° đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đšđąđȘđŻđŠđ„âđ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„ đžđ©đ° đŽđ”đ°đ°đ„ đ°đŻ đŽđ”đąđšđŠ đąđŽ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ€đ©đ°đ°đ'đŽ đđąđđŠđ„đȘđ€đ”đ°đłđȘđąđŻ. đđŠ đžđąđŽ đšđȘđ·đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ±đŠđŠđ€đ©, đŁđ¶đ” đ°đŻđŠ đ±đąđłđ” đłđŠđźđąđȘđŻđŽ đ°đŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đźđȘđŻđ„.
âđđ”âđŽ đŠđŽđŽđŠđŻđ”đȘđąđ đ”đ° đŽđ¶đłđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đžđȘđ”đ© đą đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đłđ” đŽđșđŽđ”đŠđź đ§đ¶đđ đ°đ§ đȘđŻđ„đȘđ·đȘđ„đ¶đąđđŽ đ€đ°đźđźđȘđ”đ”đŠđ„ đ”đ° đŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đŁđș đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđȘđ„đŠ đąđŻđ„ đ·đȘđ€đŠ đ·đŠđłđŽđą. đđ©đȘđŽ đźđŠđąđŻđŽ đ§đȘđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ°đŻđŠđŽ đžđ©đ° đŻđ°đ” đ°đŻđđș đ€đŠđđŠđŁđłđąđ”đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ¶đ€đ€đŠđŽđŽ đŁđ¶đ” đąđłđŠ đąđđŽđ° đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đ”đ° đ©đŠđđ± đșđ°đ¶ đŻđąđ·đȘđšđąđ”đŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đąđȘđđ¶đłđŠđŽ. đđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ°đźđ±đąđŻđȘđ°đŻ đ”đ° đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đŠđđŽđŠ. đđ°đŻ'đ” đŁđŠ đ„đȘđŽđȘđŻđšđŠđŻđ¶đ°đ¶đŽ đȘđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đȘđŻđ”đŠđŻđ”đȘđ°đŻđŽ. đđŻđ„ đźđ°đŽđ” đȘđźđ±đ°đłđ”đąđŻđ”đđș, đȘđ§ đŽđ°đźđŠđ°đŻđŠ đžđąđŻđ”đŽ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đŽđ¶đ±đ±đ°đłđ”, đšđȘđ·đŠ đ”đ©đŠđź đą đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠ. đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻâđ” đŁđŠ đ©đŠđłđŠ đŻđ°đž đȘđ§ đȘđ” đ©đąđ„đŻ'đ” đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ§đ°đł đźđș đ„đŠđ€đȘđŽđȘđ°đŻ đ”đ° đšđȘđ·đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đłđŠđźđąđłđŹđąđŁđđŠ đȘđŻđ„đȘđ·đȘđ„đ¶đąđ đą đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠ.â
đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°âđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ đŽđ¶đłđ§đŠđ„ đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đ€đłđ°đžđ„ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ§đȘđŻđąđđđș đ§đȘđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đłđŽ.
âđđ° đźđąđ”đ”đŠđł đ©đ°đž đłđŠđŽđŠđłđ·đŠđ„ đ đžđąđŽ, đŽđ©đŠ đžđąđŽ đ±đąđ”đȘđŠđŻđ” đąđŻđ„ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đšđąđ·đŠ đ¶đ±. đ đ€đąđŻ đŁđŠ đą đłđŠđ€đđ¶đŽđŠ đąđ” đ”đȘđźđŠđŽ, â
đđ©đŠ đđąđ¶đšđ© đșđ°đ¶ đđŠđ” đ°đ¶đ” đžđąđŽ đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đđŠđŽđŽ đąđŽ đ”đŠđąđłđŽ đŁïżœïżœđ¶đłđłđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ·đȘđŽđȘđ°đŻ.
âđđ¶đ” đŽđ©đŠ đŹđŠđŠđ±đŽ đźđŠ đšđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŠđ„. đđŻđ„ đŻđ°đž đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đ°đŻđ°đł đ°đ§ đ€đąđđđȘđŻđš đ©đŠđł đźđș đŁđŠđŽđ” đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„,â
đđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻđđș, đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđđ„ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đąđ„đŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đŁđąđ€đŹđšđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„. đđŻ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”, đŽđ©đąđłđŠđ„ đŁđŠđ”đžđŠđŠđŻ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽ, đȘđ” đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đđȘđŹđŠ đ°đŻđđș đșđ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đ©đȘđź đŠđčđȘđŽđ”đŠđ„.
âđđ©đŠ đđȘđŹđŠđŽ đ”đ° đ”đąđđŹ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đ§đąđ”đŠ đąđŻđ„ đ©đ°đž đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đąđłđŠ đŻđ° đŽđ¶đ€đ© đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đąđŽ đ€đ°đȘđŻđ€đȘđ„đŠđŻđ€đŠđŽ. đđŻđ„ đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ đąđź đŽđ”đȘđđ đą đŁđȘđ” đŽđŹđŠđ±đ”đȘđ€đąđ, đ”đ©đȘđŽ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ” đłđȘđšđ©đ” đ©đŠđłđŠ đ±đłđ°đ·đŠđŽ đ©đŠđł đ±đ°đȘđŻđ”. đđŠđ·đŠđł đđŠđ” đąđŻđșđ°đŻđŠ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđźđȘđŻđŠ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ¶đ€đ€đŠđŽđŽ đąđŽ đą đ€đ°đȘđŻđ€đȘđ„đŠđŻđ€đŠ.â
đđȘđŽ đŠđșđŠđŽ đđŠđ§đ” đșđ°đ¶đłđŽ đ”đ° đđ°đ°đŹ đ°đ·đŠđł đ”đ©đŠ đ€đłđ°đžđ„ đąđšđąđȘđŻ.
đđŻ đąđđ đșđ°đ¶đł đșđŠđąđłđŽ đ°đ§ đđȘđ·đȘđŻđš, đŻđ° đ°đŻđŠ đ©đąđŽ đŠđ·đŠđł đąđ€đŹđŻđ°đžđđŠđ„đšđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽđ©đȘđ± đąđŽ đŽđȘđšđŻđȘđ§đȘđ€đąđŻđ”. đđ·đŠđŻ đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đąđŽđ” đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽđ©đȘđ±đŽ, đșđ°đ¶ đ§đŠđđ” đđȘđŹđŠ đą đ§đđ°đąđ”đŠđł đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„. đ đ°đ¶ đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đłđŠđąđđđș đŹđŻđŠđž đșđ°đ¶đł đ±đđąđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đšđłđ°đ¶đ±, đŁđ¶đ” đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ° đźđąđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đ§đŠđŠđ đđȘđŹđŠ đą đ±đȘđŠđ€đŠ đ°đ§ đ©đȘđŽ đźđȘđŽđŽđȘđŻđš đ±đ¶đ»đ»đđŠ.
đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ° đŠđŻđ„đŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ±đŠđŠđ€đ© đžđȘđ”đ© đą đ€đđ°đŽđŠđ„-đđȘđ±đ±đŠđ„ đŽđźđȘđđŠ; đșđ°đ¶ đźđąđ„đŠ đŽđ¶đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đ° đŽđ”đąđŻđ„ đ¶đ± đąđŻđ„ đąđ±đ±đđąđ¶đ„ đ©đȘđź. đ đ°đ¶đł đ€đđąđŽđŽđźđąđ”đŠđŽ đ§đ°đđđ°đžđŠđ„ đŽđ©đ°đłđ”đđș đąđ§đ”đŠđł đșđ°đ¶, đ€đąđ¶đŽđȘđŻđš đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ° đ”đ° đŁđŠđąđź đąđ” đșđ°đ¶. đ đŽđ”đłđąđŻđšđŠ đ§đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đŽđ±đłđŠđąđ„ đ§đłđ°đź đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ”đ°đźđąđ€đ© đ”đ° đșđ°đ¶đł đ€đ©đŠđŽđ” đžđ©đŠđŻ đ©đŠ đ„đȘđ„. đđ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶ đ„đȘđŽđźđȘđŽđŽđŠđ„ đȘđ” đąđŽ đŻđŠđłđ·đŠđŽ đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đšđłđąđ„đ¶đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ.
đđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đšđłđąđ„đ¶đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ€đŠđłđŠđźđ°đŻđș đžđąđŽ đ°đ·đŠđł, đșđ°đ¶ đ„đŠđ€đȘđ„đŠđ„ đ”đ° đ§đȘđŻđ„ đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ° đȘđźđźđŠđ„đȘđąđ”đŠđđș. đđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶đł đŠđșđŠđŽ đŽđŹđȘđźđźđŠđ„ đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đ”đ©đŠ đ€đłđ°đžđ„, đ”đ©đŠđș đđ°đ€đŹđŠđ„ đ°đŻ đą đ§đąđźđȘđđȘđąđł đ±đąđȘđł đ°đ§ đŠđșđŠđŽ. đ đ°đ¶ đŁđ°đ”đ© đŽđŠđŠđźđŠđ„ đ”đ° đšđłđąđ·đȘđ”đąđ”đŠ đ”đ°đžđąđłđ„đŽ đ°đŻđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł. đđđžđąđșđŽ đ§đȘđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đȘđŻ đą đ€đłđ°đžđ„. đđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đšđ¶đșđŽ đźđŠđ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđȘđ„đ„đđŠ, đșđ°đ¶ đŠđźđŁđłđąđ€đŠđ„.
âđ đ°đ¶đł đŽđ±đŠđŠđ€đ© đžđąđŽ đ§đąđŻđ”đąđŽđ”đȘđ€!â đșđ°đ¶ đŠđčđ€đđąđȘđźđŠđ„
âđđ©đąđŻđŹđŽ, đąđđ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„âđ·đŠ đ„đ°đŻđŠ-â
đ đ°đ¶ đšđłđąđŁđŁđŠđ„ đ©đȘđŽ đŽđ©đ°đ¶đđ„đŠđłđŽ đąđŻđ„ đŽđ¶đŁđ”đđș đŽđ©đ°đ°đŹ đ©đȘđź, đ€đ¶đ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ©đȘđź đ°đ§đ§.
âđđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°, đŽđ”đ°đ± đŽđŠđđđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đŽđ©đ°đłđ”; đșđ°đ¶ đ„đȘđ„ đšđłđŠđąđ”.â
âđđ©đąđŻđŹ đșđ°đ¶ (đ /đ),â đ©đŠ đŽđźđȘđđŠđ„ đžđąđłđźđđș đąđ” đșđ°đ¶.
đ đ°đ¶ đąđŻđ„ đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ° đąđłđŠ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ§đłđȘđŠđŻđ„đŽ, đąđđ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đȘđ”âđŽ đąđ±đ±đąđłđŠđŻđ” đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ”đ° đ”đ©đ°đŽđŠ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ¶đ”đŽđȘđ„đŠ đđ°đ°đŹđȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŁđ°đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đŽđ©đąđłđŠđ„ đȘđŽđŻâđ” đČđ¶đȘđ”đŠ đąđŽ đŽđ”đłđ°đŻđš đąđŽ đȘđ” đ¶đŽđŠđ„ đ”đ° đŁđŠ. đđ°đ” đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đŁđ°đ”đ© đžđŠđłđŠ đžđ· đąđŻđ„ đŻđąđ·đȘđšđąđ”đȘđŻđš đŽđ°đ±đ©đ°đźđ°đłđŠ đșđŠđąđł đąđ” đ đ°đŻđŽđŠđȘ đđŻđȘđ·đŠđłđŽđȘđ”đș.
đđ©đȘđŽ đŻđŠđž đ„đșđŻđąđźđȘđ€ đ°đ§đ”đŠđŻ đ€đąđ¶đŽđŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đłđŠđźđȘđŻđȘđŽđ€đŠ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đ”đ©đȘđŻđšđŽ đžđŠđłđŠ. đđ©đŠđŻđŠđ·đŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đ§đȘđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đŻđ¶đźđŁ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đžđ°đłđđ„ đąđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđźđŠđźđŁđŠđł đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°âđŽ đšđłđąđ„đ¶đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ đ„đąđș đŽđ±đŠđŠđ€đ© đąđŻđ„ đŹđŻđ°đž đ”đ©đąđ” đŠđ·đŠđłđșđ”đ©đȘđŻđš đžđȘđđ đšđŠđ” đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł.
đ đ°đ¶ đđ°đ°đŹ đŁđąđ€đŹ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ„đąđș đ§đ°đŻđ„đđș đŁđŠđ€đąđ¶đŽđŠ đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đąđș đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđąđđȘđ»đŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đȘđŻ đđ°đ·đŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đđ©đą đđ¶đŻđžđ°đ°. đđ¶đ” đŽđ°đ°đŻ, đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ§đȘđŻđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đ§đ°đŻđ„đŻđŠđŽđŽ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đąđ” đ„đąđș đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ”đ¶đłđŻ đąđźđŁđȘđ·đąđđŠđŻđ” đžđ©đŠđŻ she đžđąđđŹđŠđ„ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ©đȘđŽ đđȘđ§đŠ.
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đ±đ đđđđđđđđđđ đ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đąđđđ đđđđđđđđ.
đ·đđđ đđ đđđą đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ.
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đŒđđđ đđđ đđđđđ.
đ·đđđâđ đąđđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ.
đž đđđđđ đđđ đąđđ đđđđđ đđđđđ.
đČđđđđ đđđ đđđ đ°đđđđđđđđđđđ đ±đđđđđđđđđ.
đČđđđđ đžđ đ đđđ đąđđđ đ±đđđđđđđ đżđđđ.
đ»đđâđ đđđđđđđïżœïżœ đđđđđđ đđđđđđ đŽđđđđđđđđ.
đ°đđ đđ đđą đđđđđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđ.
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đșđđđđđ
đłđđđ
đșđđđ
đđđđ
(đ·đđđđđđ)
đđđ đđđ
đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđđ
đđđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđđâđ đđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđ. đ©đđ đđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđ đ đ
đđđđđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđ
. đšđđ
đđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđ
đđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđ
đđđ đđ đđ đđđđđđ. đšđđ
đđ đđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đȘđđ đŹđđ đŸđđ.
đ»đđ đđđđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ
đđđ đđđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđ đ
đđđ. đŸđđđ đđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ
đ
đđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđ
đđđđđ đ đđđđ
-đđđđđđđ
đđđđ đđđ
đ đđđđđ-đđđđđđ
đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđđđđđ đđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ
đđđđ đđđđ đđđđđ. đ·đđđđđ đđđđđ, đđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ
đđđđ đđđđđđđ
đđđ đđđ đđđđđđđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ
đ đđđ đđđđ đđ đđđ đđđđ. đȘđđ đŹđđ đŸđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đ·đđđ đđđđđ.
đȘđđđ:
đȘđđ đŹđđ đŸđđ đđ đđđđđđđ
đ°đŒ đđ đ·đđđ đđđđđ
đđđ đđ (đ/đ”)
đȘđđđđđ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđâŠ
A.N: There isnât a definite face claim for the reader. I just want to emphasize that (Y/N) is black so I used Fatou!
#Second Lead Syndrome#cha eunwoo x black!reader#cha eunwoo x iu#black fanfic#black fanfic writer#black writers#bipoc writers#black!fem!reader#black reader
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đđđđđđđ đđ đ”đđđđ đČđđđđ.
đŽđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đ»đđĄđđđą đżđđđđđđđđđ
đŽđĄđđđđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đżđđđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đłđđđđđđđđđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đ·đđđ-đČđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đżđđđđđđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đđđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đđđ-đđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
đđđđđ-đČđđđđ đżđđđđđđđđđ
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BIPOC, Latin(x), & Hispanic tag-list Pt.10(remastered)
@demensrage @neighbourscat @ayyy-pee @badgyalshii @bibiwrld @pinkanpretty @gr0ggy @nasty-quillz @inkdrinkerworld @aswho1estuff @ykulovesocialsux @blkwriters @triangularz @ssorenz @torasplanet @visceral05 @screampied
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