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blackterrae · 1 month ago
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Finally have time to sit and read this fic!
đ’Żđ’œđ‘’ đ‘€đ‘œđ“Šđ“‰đ’œđ“Ž đ’Ș𝓃𝑒 — đ”đ“‡đ’Ÿđ’č𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓉𝑜𝓃
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♕ A/N: One shot? More parts? Feedback please!!!!
♕ SUMMARY: Oh, the most scandalous season of the year has come to pass. After quite the successful year for the Bridgerton’s 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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♕ WARNING: None
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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.
“And may I present her daughters, Miss Sharma, Miss (Y/n) Sharma, and Edwina Sharma. My two personal special guests for the season.” 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.
“A 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,” The Queen’s passive aggressive nature makes your smile widen before your lips move faster than your mind can consider.
“If I may? Why should one bother with dreadful goodbyes when we can relish in shocking hellos,” You cut in earning patronizing looks from both your siblings, mother, and Lady Danbury.
“Miss (Y/n) Sharma is it? Some must call you brazen,” 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.
“Some say a mad woman but who am I to correct the Queen?” You tease as your mother rushes to apologize for your incorrigible manners. The Queen raises her hand, halting your mother.
“No apology needed,” The Queen says, a light chuckle leaving her lips as she eyes you. “Maybe there is hope for the Sharma’s yet. Good day Miss (Y/n).”
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.
“Fret not Lady Mary. I believe your mouthy daughter has managed to charm the Queen,” 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 music’s 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.
“You are quite the mercurial creature aren’t you?” Lady Danbury says as she brings you between herself and your mother.
“Oh do I love the influx of compliments here,” 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.
“The Viscount? I do not believe I have yet made an introduction?” Lady Danbury states but your eyes stay on the women who crowd him.
“Are London ladies always this subtle?” You ask but your mother nudges your side, muttering about your poor manners.
“I believe you Miss (Y/n) will make this year’s social season rather interesting,” 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.
“Duke 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?” Lady Danbury wastes no time and you once again find yourself curtsying. He offers a kind smile before locking eyes with you.
“Duke 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?” 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, “You look lovely tonight.”
“And thus worthy of this dance?” 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.
“Of course not. I just wish to compliment you. I hope I did not offend,” 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. “You jest?”
“Rather challenge. Any man who considers me a prospect for marriage has to be capable of many things,” You state, your mocking tone’s nothing short of confusing but still William appears with intrigue.
“Then I must inquire what some of those capabilities are,” 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.
“First and most certaintly my capricious nature. No one can quite figure me out even I am confused on the matter,” You state but as he insists you continue, it brings you pause, the songs nearing an end but the Duke’s eyes stay on you. “I 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.”
“Why not stay back in India?” 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, “And 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.”
“Good day Miss—Sharma,” 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.
“I can assure you if he still has interest in me after that the Duke is without a mind,” You joke, taking Kate’s 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. “For Edwina yes a love filled marriage but sister why can’t I be like you. You seem happy, are you not?”
“Besides the point sister—“ 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.
“How 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,” 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 lion’s den, the art and vases take your eye but you find the feeling of them beneath your fingertips most pleasurable.
“Oh my apologies I was not aware anyone was in here,” 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.
“Mister Beauregard. You can stay if you like. It’s not my home so who am I to dictate who goes about where,” Shrugging your shoulders you turn back to the portrait in front of you. The frame beneath your fingers reveals intricate patterns with meticulous detail.
“I am not Mister Beauregard, only William,” He says, holding out his hand as he wears an inviting smile which you accept.
“And I, (Y/n).” 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. “Shouldn’t 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.”
“As 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,” He says but as a laugh leaves your lips he questions what you find funny in his words.
“Am 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?” You ask, taking his glass from his hand you walk over to the couch taking a seat.
“I was not trying to feign hardship, rather partake in your uh—banter. I fear I am uncertain how to speak with you,” 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.
“Fear 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,” 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.
“You are an enigma Miss (Y/n). It’s rather refreshing,” 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. “I suppose your mother does not share my sentiment.”
“To 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,” 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.
“Well then if not in your presence to court you may I be in your presence as your friend?” 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.
“This will not aid you in your search for a wife,” You point out glancing between his easy going expression and his waiting hand.
“You are not the only one who has been put in this season without a choice,” 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, “Also you assume yourself to have ever been an option for yours truly.”
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, “Color me impressed the oh so wonderful Duke of Wales.”
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.
“William! 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,” You say nothing as the Viscount greets William. It only takes mere seconds before you learn the close relationship between the two families.
“Anthony meet Miss (Y/n) Sharma. Miss Sharma this is Viscount Anthony Bridgerton,” William says, curtsying you make no attempt to speak as he stares at you. He narrows his eyes before realization strikes his features.
“Miss Sharma, you were laughing at me earlier. May I ask what was funny?” The question makes both you and William chuckle. Anthony’s gaze bounces between the two of you, “Fast friends I see.”
“Well 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!” 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.
“You speak with such hostility. Do we have some history I am forgetting?” He asks, shaking your head you scan the room for your sisters.
“Not 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 I’ll lean each conversation. Good day to the both of you. It has been a rather wonderful night, might I say,” You do a final curtsy before leaving Anthony in utter confusion. He watches you walk off before turning to William who speaks up first.
“Every question you may have I promise you seeking out answers only arises more questions,” William bites his bottom lip as amusement takes his features. Anthony wastes no time in asking about your place in the social season. “That 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.”
“That makes her my perfect bride,” 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. Kate’s not the only one to notice the watchful eyes, Lady Danbury and your mother stand together just a few feet away.
“Well 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.”
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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: ✧Laptop/computer ✧Adobe Photoshop 2024 ✧External Hard Drive (mine is 250GB) ✧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...
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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 đŸ„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
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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...
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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).
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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).
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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.
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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:
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With the gif layer selected, go to the top to Filter -> Sharpen -> Smart Sharpen. It will bring up this window:
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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.
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^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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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)...
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^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.)
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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.
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Let me know what you're curious about or if something is unclear! And happy gif-making! ❀
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blackterrae · 4 months ago
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Is anyone else having issues with tumblr bugging out?
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blackterrae · 7 months ago
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𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚕 đ™ŒđšŠđšœđšđšŽđš›đš•đš’đšœđš
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đ‘ș𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅 đ‘ș𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆
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blackterrae · 7 months ago
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𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝑮𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
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blackterrae · 7 months ago
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𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊 đ™ŒđšŠđšœđšđšŽđš›đš•đš’đšœđš
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𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒂
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blackterrae · 7 months ago
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đ‘ș𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅 đ‘ș𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆
𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 đŸ· 𝙮𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚍𝚎 đŸ·
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đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘱 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž đ˜łđ˜°đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜± đ˜Șđ˜”. đ˜‹đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Ș𝘳đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘯𝘰 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Šđ˜§đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘩đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘩𝘭𝘮𝘩'𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„â€™đ˜Ž 𝘰𝘳𝘣đ˜Șđ˜”.
đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘮𝘰 đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜”đ˜°. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜«đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘱𝘭 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩.
đ˜œđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Šđ˜©đ˜ą đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼𝘱𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜­đ˜ș 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳. đ˜đ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜” đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘩𝘱𝘮đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜€đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘮 𝘱𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜”, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž.
đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đŸ·đŸč đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜źđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘱𝘯𝘱 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱 đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Ł đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜„đ˜­đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­ đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘱𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”.
â€œđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜°đ˜„ 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Ž. 𝘞𝘩 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳. 𝘞đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜„đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§?”
đ˜‹đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘯, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜§đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘱𝘮đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Šđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ș.
“𝘠𝘩𝘮, 𝘼𝘱’𝘱𝘼, 𝘼đ˜ș 𝘯𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮 (𝘠/𝘕), đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘐’𝘼 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 𝘈𝘼𝘩𝘳đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ą.”
â€œđ˜›đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Ź đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜„đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§. 𝘗𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘮𝘩 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜” 𝘯𝘩đ˜čđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°. đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°, đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘳𝘱đ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„?”
𝘈 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘱đ˜Ș𝘳. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș ïżœïżœđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜”, đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°.
đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜„đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°.
“𝘐’𝘼 (𝘠/𝘕).”
“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾,” đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜­đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š
â€œđ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘣𝘩 đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°! đ˜đ˜”'𝘮 𝘯đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶!”
đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜° đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜­đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„.
đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘼𝘱𝘯đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź, 𝘮𝘰 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Ž.
đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜© đ˜łđ˜°đ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 𝘩đ˜Čđ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘮𝘱𝘾 𝘱 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜Ș𝘱𝘳 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘩, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜źđ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 𝘱 𝘯𝘩𝘾 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„, 𝘮𝘰 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜” 𝘯𝘩đ˜čđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°.
𝘈𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”, đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜łđ˜°đ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘯𝘰 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đŸčđŸ¶ 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł. đ˜ˆđ˜­đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”, đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜°đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜žđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘱 đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„.
𝘏𝘩 đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š, đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ș𝘮 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜žđ˜° đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜°đ˜čđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­ 𝘣𝘩đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜°đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜”, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜± 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜”.
đ˜›đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© 𝘼𝘱𝘯đ˜ș đ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘾𝘭đ˜ș, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘭𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. 𝘞đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜žđ˜§đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž, đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜° đ˜°đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜čđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜± 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. 𝘏𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜·đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘱𝘯đ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹.
𝘏𝘩 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Ž 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜©đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł'𝘮 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 𝘾𝘩đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Łđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž.
𝘈𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„, 𝘮𝘰 đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼𝘩𝘼𝘰𝘳đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮. đ˜đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł, 𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘼𝘩𝘼𝘰𝘳đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 𝘧𝘭𝘱𝘼𝘩.
đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘮𝘣𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘩𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜© đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜§đ˜§đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜čđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­; 𝘐 đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 𝘣𝘩đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜¶đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜„đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­ đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘱 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜± đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘹𝘰𝘾𝘯, đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž. 𝘚đ˜ș𝘼𝘣𝘰𝘭đ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘓đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­ đ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜” đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 𝘧𝘭đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„.
đ˜ˆđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱𝘭𝘭, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜„ 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘼𝘱𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘹𝘳𝘩𝘾 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„â€”đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘱𝘼𝘩 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜°đ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜šđ˜Š 𝘱𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜€đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜­'𝘮 đ˜đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘱𝘯. 𝘏𝘩 𝘾𝘱𝘮 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜©, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘼𝘱đ˜Ș𝘯𝘮 𝘰𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„.
â€œđ˜đ˜”â€™đ˜Ž đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘱𝘭 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘱 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜” 𝘮đ˜șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ź đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜­ 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ž đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜źđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜ą. đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘼𝘩𝘱𝘯𝘮 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Łđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜± đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘧𝘱đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž. 𝘉𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘩𝘭𝘮𝘩. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'đ˜” 𝘣𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș, đ˜Ș𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘼𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”, 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š. 𝘐 đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Żâ€™đ˜” 𝘣𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘣𝘩𝘩𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜° 𝘹đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘳𝘩𝘼𝘱𝘳𝘬𝘱𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­ 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š.”
đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°â€™đ˜Ž 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜žđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘩 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘯𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ž.
“𝘕𝘰 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘐 𝘾𝘱𝘮, đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜¶đ˜±. 𝘐 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘣𝘩 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜­đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩𝘮, ”
đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜Łïżœïżœđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘮đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯.
â€œđ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜Ž 𝘼𝘩 đ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘯𝘰𝘾 𝘐 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜ł 𝘰𝘧 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„,”
đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜„đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜­đ˜ș, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„. 𝘐𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”, đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž, đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘩đ˜čđ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„.
â€œđ˜šđ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩𝘮 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘯𝘰 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 𝘱𝘮 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Ž. đ˜ˆđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘐 𝘱𝘼 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘱 𝘣đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜±đ˜łđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”. đ˜•đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜” 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘱𝘮 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š.”
𝘏đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜§đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜žđ˜„ 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Ș𝘯.
𝘐𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹, 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜± 𝘱𝘮 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘹𝘯đ˜Ș𝘧đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”. đ˜Œđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜Ž, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜” 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜§đ˜­đ˜°đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș 𝘬𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜±, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜° đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘼đ˜Ș𝘮𝘮đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜»đ˜»đ˜­đ˜Š.
đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜° đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜© 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„-𝘭đ˜Șđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩; đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜§đ˜°đ˜­đ˜­đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜° đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩𝘱𝘼 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. 𝘈 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Š 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘮𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯.
đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ș 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜° đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Șđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜ș. đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 𝘮𝘬đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜žđ˜„, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș đ˜­đ˜°đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 𝘱 𝘧𝘱𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜Ș𝘱𝘳 đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜°đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł. 𝘈𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱 đ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜žđ˜„. đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜„đ˜­đ˜Š, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Łđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„.
â€œđ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜© 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€!” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘩đ˜čđ˜€đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Șđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„
â€œđ˜›đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Źđ˜Ž, đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© 𝘐 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„â€™đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š-”
đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Łđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼, đ˜€đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘧𝘧.
â€œđ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°, đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜± 𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜łđ˜”; đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”.”
â€œđ˜›đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜Ź đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ (𝘠/𝘕),” đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘼đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘾𝘱𝘳𝘼𝘭đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜° 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž, đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜Șđ˜”â€™đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜Żâ€™đ˜” đ˜Čđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Š 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜š 𝘱𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘣𝘩. đ˜•đ˜°đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đŸžđŸ· đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜±đ˜©đ˜°đ˜źđ˜°đ˜łđ˜Š đ˜ș𝘩𝘱𝘳 đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘠𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘩đ˜Ș 𝘜𝘯đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș.
đ˜›đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘯𝘩𝘾 đ˜„đ˜ș𝘯𝘱𝘼đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘳𝘩𝘼đ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩. đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜§ đ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Ł đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘳𝘩𝘼𝘩𝘼𝘣𝘩𝘳 đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°â€™đ˜Ž đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜© đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł.
đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜§đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭đ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Šđ˜©đ˜ą đ˜Œđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜žđ˜°đ˜°. đ˜‰đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜§đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ż 𝘱𝘼𝘣đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż she đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩.
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đ‘ș𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅 đ‘ș𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆 (đ‘·đ’“đ’†đ’—đ’Šđ’†đ’˜)
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đ™±đš•đš˜đš 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜
𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚱 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚱𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
đ™±đšŽ 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚱𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜.
đ™·đšŠđšđšŽ 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚱 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐.
𝙾 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 đŸ·đŸŸ + 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙾 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙾 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙾 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙾 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚱 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 , 𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜.
đ™”đšŠđš’đš•đšžđš›đšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚱 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚱 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖).
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𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎
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đ™ș𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗 đ™ŒđšŠđšœđšđšŽđš›đš•đš’đšœđš
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𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚕
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Travel Pamphlet
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𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊
đ™ș𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊 한ꔭ
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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚱
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đ™ŒđšŽđšŽđš 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚝.
đ™·đšŽđš›đšŽâ€™đšœ 𝚱𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚝.
𝙾 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚱𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.
đ™Č𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 đ™±đš•đšžđšŽđš™đš›đš’đš—đšđšœ.
đ™Č𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚱𝚘𝚞𝚛 đ™±đš˜đšŠđš›đšđš’đš—đš 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜.
đ™»đšŽđšâ€™đšœ đš™đš›đšŠđšŒđšđš’đšŒïżœïżœ 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝙮𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎.
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚱 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜.
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đ‘ș𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅 đ‘ș𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆
(đ‘·đ’“đ’†đ’—đ’Šđ’†đ’˜)
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. đ‘©đ’–đ’• 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝑹𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑹𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 đ‘Ș𝒉𝒂 𝑬𝒖𝒏 đ‘Ÿđ’đ’.
đ‘»đ’‰đ’† 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑. đ‘Ÿđ’Šđ’•đ’‰ 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕-𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. đ‘·đ’đ’†đ’•đ’Šđ’„ 𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒚, 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. đ‘Ș𝒉𝒂 𝑬𝒖𝒏 đ‘Ÿđ’đ’ 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 đ‘·đ’‚đ’“đ’Œ 𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂.
đ‘Ș𝒂𝒔𝒕:
đ‘Ș𝒉𝒂 𝑬𝒖𝒏 đ‘Ÿđ’đ’ 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇
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đ‘°đ‘Œ 𝒂𝒔 đ‘·đ’‚đ’“đ’Œ 𝒀𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒂
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𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 (𝒀/đ‘”)
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đ‘Ș𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒂

A.N: There isn’t a definite face claim for the reader. I just want to emphasize that (Y/N) is black so I used Fatou!
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blackterrae · 7 months ago
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𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 đ™”đš’đš›đšœđš đ™Č𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜.
𝙮𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
đ™»đšžđšĄđšžđš›đšą 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝙮𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚞𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
đ™·đš’đšđš‘-đ™Č𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚃𝚘𝚙-𝚃𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚄𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛-đ™Č𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜
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blackterrae · 8 months ago
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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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