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Are you unsure if you should read my fanfiction A Web of Blood Soaked Roses over on ao3?

Are you perchance, not sure if you would like it?

Well take these glowing testimonials on the last chapter as proof that YOU should read AWOBSR today!

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understanding taxonomy is so funny to me, cause now i see this and go

ah yes, two reptiles

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"I can be a home for what loves me..."

"i asked chatgpt-" well i asked the wasp nest in my attic, its song is loud and beautiful and i am afraid but it still called u a bitch

anyway a new tarot piece! i think i might've died on this one, yay. i couldn't let go of the black n white version so imma add it here just for myself. jane is one of my faves in terms of statements, so i just had to include her. also still not sure if i should just throw jonah as the emperor.

anyway yea, in my attic, straight up jorkin it. and by "it", heh, let's just say there is a wasps nest in my attic

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Imagine Jason Todd Proposing To You

I think I'm falling for this guy.

Okay but imagine...

Jason absolutely does not plan to propose like a normal person.

Not because he doesn’t want to—he actually has like, three Pinterest boards hidden under “motorcycle repair tips” dedicated to ring ideas and proposal vibes. But every time he tries to plan it, something explodes. Literally or metaphorically.

So it happens on a random Tuesday.

You're in his apartment, sitting on the couch in one of his tattered old hoodies (cliché but I wanna imagine it like this), legs across his lap, reading some random book while he scrolls through his phone and lets you warm your toes on his thigh. The soft hum of an old record player is spinning something slow and a little sad in the background—you’re 99% sure it's Nina Simone or Nick Cave, Jason's ultimate “thinking about my trauma and love” soundtrack.

And he looks over at you.

Hair messy. Eyes tired. No makeup. Just... you. The kind of love that made death worth crawling back from. The kind that feels like safety and chaos all at once.

And he just blurts out, deadpan:

“You wanna marry me, or what?”

You blink. “...Are you serious?”

He shrugs, but there’s a flicker of panic in his eyes. “I mean, yeah. I was gonna do a whole thing. Ring in a pie or something. But you ate the pie last night and I’m not even mad, it was good. So, yeah. Marry me.”

And when you laugh—actually laugh, eyes crinkling, tears welling up because this man is so stupidly, violently romantic in the most chaotic, Jason way—he thinks he might combust.

So you say yes.

And then he pulls out the ring from under the couch pillow like a goddamn raccoon who planned better than he let on.

“Told you I had a plan,” he mumbles, slipping it onto your finger with hands that shake just a little. “Kinda.”

And then he kisses you like it’s the first time, and the hundredth, and maybe the last, all in one breath.

Thank you for the reading!💓 Please follow my side-blog to know when I update!

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Okay, I cannot believe what I saw on AO3 today.

I was looking at the Peter Parker/Jason Todd tag like a normal nerd, and suddenly, a fic with 34 thousand words appeared. At first I thought, oh, they must have made sure to finish it before uploading it, nice! But when I read the tags, it said made by IA, wrote by IA.

I am honestly not only pissed, but deeply disappointed. How is it that, in AO3 of all places, people have the nerve to publish ai slop and feel offended when people call them out on it. I understand the don't like don't read, don't engage, don't comment. But that goes for works by fans for fans, people that are actually writing, honestly I cannot respect someone that is actively using stolen work to publish that bullshit simply because they don't have the time, or the talent or something I honestly don't care.

Art is not a necessity, if you want a fic and cannot write, imagine it, request it, LEARN HOW TO WRITE! No one wants that soulless ai slop, not because it was made overnight, but because it steals, it's dull, empty, and will never actually be creative.

If the person who "wrote" it (and don't fool yourself, just because you wrote a promp on chat gpt does not mean you get to call yourself a writer) I really hope that you think about the implications of that. Learning how to write is hard, but I cannot think of a more human thing than writing, it's actively expressing who we are, our journey and experiences. I cannot write for shit, and I desperately want a very specific Spideyhood fic, but that's not the way to do it, I don't use ia to make it because it's harmful for the environment, it steals actual work and it's not fuckin art!

Sorry for rambling, I just thought it was something that needed to be addressed. (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

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Me again! Surprise, not Kurt!

May I request headcanons for rivals to lovers with Jason Todd?

— Rivals - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd/Red Hood x gn! vigilante! reader

Genre: headcanons, fluff?

Summary: there's a new vigilante on the street, and they've made themself busy being the bane of Red Hood's existence

CW: vigilante reader, robbery/theft, canon typical violence, intimidation, fear gas, v brief mention of sex trafficking, Batfamily jumpscares, typical stuff for Gotham

hello my beautiful amazing incredible fwren :) thank you for requesting this, it was sm fun to write! i hope you enjoy & have a really good day <3

you are a colossal pain in Jason’s ass, and you have been since the first night you met

a random—presumably civilian—running around in the dead of night, taking his targets? yeah, Jason is pissed

he’d laughed when he saw you that night, ‘no way the Bat is gonna let some rando run around’, and simply bided his time until you were off the streets

except that time never comes, and are you actually…cleaning up the streets?

he wonders if maybe Bruce simply doesn’t know about you, paying his adoptive father a begrudging visit and casually slipping it into conversation

imagine his fucking surprise when he shrugs it off and claims you’ve been holding your own just fine

Jason is livid, and if Batman won’t get you off the streets, Red Hood will

your first confrontation is terrifying

you’d never technically set out to be a vigilante, it was something that had just happened

originally, you were just on the hunt for a group of particularly nasty robbers who had broken into your home and ransacked the place

but that group had just led to another which led to another—and lo and behold, here you are every night

you’re not an idiot—you know the Bats run Gotham’s vigilante underworld, but if you can help them out by taking out a few low-level lackeys (and get your stuff back in the process), why not?

it’s simply bad luck and being at the wrong place at the wrong time that puts you on Hood’s radar and has your list of targets combining with his

you’re simply finishing tying up some goon dressed like the Riddler (presumably one of his lackeys, but you can never be too sure) to a lamppost when there’s a soft thud behind you

you feel his presence before he even casts a shadow, spinning around with a knife in your hand to face your attacker

Please be Nightwing, please be Batgirl—fuck, you’ll even take Red Robin

tonight is not your lucky night, you realize when you come face to face with Red Hood

“What are you doing?” his voice from under the helmet is honestly terrifying

despite all of your effort, all of your training, and the many, many large men you’ve put behind bars recently, you find yourself shrinking back

“Well?!”

you swallow and suddenly the idea of retiring forever doesn’t seem so bad—but you’ve come so far, and you can’t let him of all people drive you away

“Your job,” you snap. “Better than you, I might add.”

your heart is utterly pounding in your chest. there’s no way you just spoke to Red Hood of all people like that

he laughs, but there’s no humour behind it

he clicks the safety on the glock in his hand and tucks it into his holster, stepping towards you until he’s close enough that you can smell the blood and sweat on his skin

“I want you to listen really carefully.” 

you raise your eyebrows from behind your mask

“You’re going to go home, and you’re going to stay the fuck out of my way. Clear?”

“Crystal,” is all you manage to say before he’s running off into the night

since that day, you’ve made it your personal mission to be as much of a pain in his ass is possible

you show up every time he finds a new target, you fuck with his grappling hooks and wires (leading to at least one bad fall that had Dick in tears), you even insert yourself into his family’s life

Jason was an idiot if he thought threats and brute force would work on you, and now he’s paying the price

He almost pleads with Dick to get rid of you after a particularly rough night, only for the blue clad vigilante to shrug it off

your next interaction with him goes about as well as the first

he’s leaving a seemingly abandoned warehouse after beating you to a target, feeling particularly pleased with himself, when he feels his wire goes slack

not this shit again

he manages to catch and brace himself on a nearby rooftop, eyes darting around to find you sitting on the building he was grappling to, laughing your ass off

“There are plenty of crooks in Gotham, stay the hell away from mine.” 

“What, did you call dibs or something?”

“Dibs?” You can hear him scoff all the way from here, “are you a child?”

you’re not sure if it’s his tone or his words, but something about that sets you off and before you can think, you’re making your way down to him

“Do I look like a child?”

Jason’s glad for his helmet so you can’t see where he’s looking—because with a body like yours, you certainly do not look like a child

but any lust he feels towards you is drowned out by sheer anger and frustration

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk, and then you’re tumbling off the building and disappearing into the night

Jason resists the urge to punch a wall. Random vigilante 1, Jason 0.

when Jason doesn’t see you for a few weeks, he can’t help but feel like he’s won

but then paranoia sets in and he thinks this must be another ploy, that you’re hiding in the shadows and waiting for him 

that’s what leads him to track you down, watching you fight off some low rate car jacker

he watches you fight, tracks each movement of your body, and he’s kinda impressed at—is that a bruise? 

he’s dropping from his vantage point the moment he sees the mark peaking out from your domino mask 

the car thief sees him and runs off into the night, leaving the two of you alone 

“I had that,” you say and wipe blood away from your mouth 

Jason cringes at the sight of your bruise up close

he’s never seen you injured before—he’s never even seen you take a hit from someone, you’ve always been too fast

he’s taken some bad hits both in his time as Robin and as Hood, but something about your injury has turmoil brewing inside of him 

“You got hit.”

You look up at him through tired eyes. “I’m sure you must be happy about that.”

“Who was it?”

you take a deep breath and consider not telling him, but you’re sure the Bat or someone else will eventually 

“Scarecrow. Wrong place at the wrong time.”

any trace of amusement Jason felt is wiped away. is that why you’ve been gone for so long? you were dealing with the volatile effects of Fear Gas? 

he almost feels bad for the relief he felt in your absence.

“I should go. Making up for lost time and all that.”

you’re entirely surprised when Red Hood grabs your wrist. you’re not sure what to expect—anger, advice? 

“You’re not cut out for this life.”

you break free of his grip without a second word, running away like that didn’t just break something inside of you

you actively avoid Red Hood after that—any hope you’d had that your tricks would humble him is gone

of course, it’s impossible to stay hidden from him forever and your paths cross again when you’re stopping known sex traffickers at the docks

somehow you managed to beat him here, which is bad news for you given there’s upwards of a dozen men here 

you would never admit it but you’re grateful when you hear the sounds of his guns. It's almost…comforting? 

you try to slip away at the end of the fight but he stops you in your tracks, his big arms crossed over his chest

“You’re avoiding me.”

“And what about it?”

He looks almost surprised at your retort. “Why?”

you laugh if only in exhaustion with his antics. “Are you kidding me? You’re an asshole.”

Jason’s grateful for his mask so you don’t see how stunned he is. yeah, he’s an asshole—but that never stopped you before, so why now?

“I—”

you bounce on your heels in anticipation about what he’s going to say next. I hate you? I think you’re an asshole too?

“I’m sorry.”

you choke on stunned silence. he’s sorry? of all things Red Hood has been called—vicious, murderer, antihero—he’s never been sorry

“I should go,” he taps awkwardly at his ear, “The Bat’s calling.”

he leaves you responsible for calling the cops and rounding up the group of traffickers strewn around the dock

ever since that night, Red Hood lives rent free in your mind. every minute of every day (yes, even at work), his stupid shiny mask and smug attitude haunts your memories

it’s the sincerity in his apology that confuses you the most. you hate him, god you hate him so much that you don’t even hate him at all

the two of you fall into a begrudging agreement after that night 

you don’t bother him, he doesn’t bother you and if (heaven forbid) you’re tracking the same target, you put your problems aside and take them down together

the night when you realize he has feelings for you is rainy and cold, a summer storm moving in above gotham and plaguing the skies 

every night this past week has been spent with Red Hood, trying to track down some mysterious rogue that was allegedly recruiting kids off the street for his cause

it’s that mission that brings you both face to face with Scarecrow

you’re brought back to the night of your fight—to the dose you had taken and the horrors you’d seen 

and the complete fucking beating you took

it’s those memories that have you jumping out of the way when he releases a dose of his gas, desperately jumping to safety behind a car

Hood does the same, albeit slower than you, and ducks his head in next to you

he coughs through the mask and that’s when you realize he didn’t fully clear the gas—and now it’s trapped inside with him

“Take off your helmet.” You command

“What?”

“Just—trust me. I’ll get him but you need to breathe.”

the shock you feel when he peels off his helmet is nothing compared to the warmth you feel knowing he trusts you

you dip away to go fight Scarecrow before you get to see his face, ready to give your greatest foe the ass-kicking of his life

it’s not so much of an ass kicking as it is fending him off until his face turns white with fear and Batman himself emerges from behind you

he’s got it from here, you think, and rush back to Hood’s side only to see Nightwing tending to him

seeing Hood’s face for the first time is like having water dumped over you

he’s ruggedly handsome with blue eyes and dark hair streaked with grey

���Is he gonna be okay?”

Nightwing perks up at the sound of your voice. “He’s fine,” he nudges the vigilante in his arms, “hey, Hood, your friend’s here.”

he says it teasingly, like the way a brother would to their younger sibling

Hood offers you a weak wave, his head resting on Nightwing’s shoulder

“I missed you,” he slurs

“I…I missed you too.”

his cheeks turn pink and you genuinely cannot believe your eyes—Red Hood is blushing

“Do you guys need help? I can take him home, or—or something.”

“We’ve got it from here.” You flinch at the sound of Batman’s voice. God, when did he get behind you?

fucking terrifying.

you’re hesitant but let them leave with your partner, staying put until they load him into the Batmobile and speed away down Gotham’s roads

it’s a few days before you see him again, each passing hour painful and lined with worry

you’re taking a break on Wayne Enterprises, your feet dangling off the side of the tower while you eat a cheeseburger

“Hey”

you no longer cringe at the sound of his voice, instead raising a hand to beckon him closer

he sits down with you on the edge, close enough that his thigh touches yours

“Glad to see that you’re okay.”

“Thanks to you,” he says, and you can tell he doesn’t thank people often. 

“Thank Nightwing.”

He snorts and you’re tempted to ask what’s so funny until he says

“They told me you made a good call with the helmet. Said the dose would’ve been ten times worse if I’d kept it on.”

“I just didn’t want you hurt,” you admit.

you’re ready for him to tease or to shrug off your feelings, but he does something that surprises you even more

he reaches a hand out to brush at the fresh bruise on your cheek

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he says and his voice is so quiet that it sends shockwaves through you.

“Hood—”

he cuts you off by rubbing his gloved thumb over your lip

you watch as he pulls off his helmet, resting it on the ledge next to him

“Jason,” he says. “Call me Jason.”

if you thought he looked handsome when he was high on Fear Gas, he looks practically ethereal now

“Y/n.” 

your voice is quiet as you hold out a hand for him to shake. his grip is firm and his hand lingers too long and god, did it get hotter outside?

and then Hood—Jason is leaning in and pressing his lips against yours, a gloved hand grabbing at the nape of your neck to pull your closer

he pulls away with a smirk that has your heart rate spiking, “so,” he looks out on the city, “should we get to it?”

thanks so much for reading! i hope you have a great day <3

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i had a random of thought of jason having his first kiss w his significant other in a photo booth and now it's driving me crazy i needed to tell someone

(if u want to make this into something u can im just going insane!!)

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— Mistletoe Memories - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn! reader

Genre: fluff, slice of life

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: after a gruelling day of Christmas shopping, Jason rewards you by taking pics in a photobooth

CW: early relationship, takes place during winter/christmas, you don't know Jason is Red Hood, our boy is so down bad

THIS IDEA IS SO FUN!! saw this right when i woke up and knew i had to write smth for it ♡ i hope you don't mind me making it christmas themed, im just so tired of summer :,) i hope you have a fantastic day!

“You’re late.”

Jason Todd greets you from the bench he’s been sitting on, a toque pulled over his dark hair, a streak of white spilling out across his forehead. He rises to his feet, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Jay!” You grin, ignoring his brash greeting and rushing over to him.

He’s not much of a hugger—in the few weeks you’ve been dating, you’ve learned he’s not big on touch—but he opens his arms for you anyway. The flannel he has layered over his sweatshirt smells partly like his cologne, partly like a bonfire. You drink in the scent of him, your arms squeezing around the taut muscles of his abdomen.

“Sorry I’m late.” You pull away and adjust the sweatshirt you’re wearing. “Traffic is brutal. It’s like everyone and their mom is shopping in Gotham right now.”

Honestly, they probably are. It’s December 18th and with only a week left until Christmas, people are scrambling to get their shopping done. Jason Todd being one of them.

You grab his hand in yours. “So, who are we shopping for?”

“Everyone. I never know what to get these people.”

“These people?” You laugh. “You mean, your family?”

He rolls his eyes at you and gives your hand a playful squeeze. When he’d come over to your place two nights ago and seen the immaculately wrapped gifts sitting on your coffee table, he suddenly remembered it was almost Christmas. You’d laughed when he sheepishly told you that he’d been so busy lately he’d forgotten to shop and then offered to help him.

Which is how you ended up Christmas shopping on the Thursday before Christmas.

“Okay, well let’s start slowly. Who do you want to shop for first?”

You lead him further into the wall, the white marble flooring reflecting the twinkling lights strewn across the roof. Stores on either side of you are decorated in glittery decorations, strands of red and gold and green, empty boxes wrapped like presents on display.

“Dick, I guess,” Jason scratches the back of his neck. “He’s probably the easiest.”

You nod slowly. You haven’t met his family yet, Jason insisting they’re a complete shitshow, but you know of them. You’ve seen them in countless tabloids, the source of days worth of Twitter gossip and Instagram fanpages.

“What does he like?”

Jason shrugs his broad shoulders. “He likes the circus, acrobatics. I don’t know, his favorite colour is blue I think? And he likes Superman. I think.”

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to the side to let others pass you. “Is that all you know about your brother?”

“It’s not like we all spend a lot of time together.”

It’s true. Jason had opened up to you recently about his somewhat dark past. He hadn’t said much, just the bare minimum—he had some serious medical issues and to recover in peace, Bruce Wayne had faked his death. Since then, he hadn’t spent much time with his adoptive father.

It left you with a lot of questions, all of which Jason promised to answer in due time. 

“Okay, well, does he drink coffee, or tea? What kind of clothes does he wear? Does he read?”

Jason considers this, his eyes narrowed in concentration before answering your questions rapid fire. You pull out your phone, writing it down as fast as your fingers can move. 

You tighten your grip on his hand, gesturing down the wide mall corridor. “Let’s start at HomeGoods, and then make our way down to the bookstore.”

-

The shopping takes hours, with Jason insisting any gift you pick out is ‘good enough’ and you shaking your head and putting it back on the shelf. You weave in and out through the stores, stopping only to take a break when Jason begs for a coffee.

You’re on your way out with a ridiculous amount of shopping bags slung across Jason’s arms when you spot it. Among the kiddie rides and bulk candy machines, decorated in red and gold tinsel with Christmas bulbs hanging, is a photo booth.

You plant your heels and stop dead in your tracks. “Jason.”

He spins to you with wide eyes, immediately scanning you for any sign of danger like he always does. “What’s wrong?”

You grin and point towards the photo booth, nudging his side. He looks at the photobooth and frowns, looking at you seriously.

“No. No way.”

“Why not?”

“It’s tiny. And claustrophobic. And the pictures never turn out right.”

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please? It’s not like I just spent,” you lift his wrist to check the time on his watch, “three hours and forty seven minutes helping you.”

He sighs and before he even agrees, you’re dragging him towards the booth and shoving him inside, squeezing yourself on the other side next to him. The screen lights up, showing you a mirror image of the two of you.

You press your cheek against his and press the camera button on the screen, posing with peace signs as the timer counts down. The screen flashes and then you’re changing your pose for the second picture, doing a silly face and squeezing Jason’s cheeks with your hand.

Jason rolls his eyes and that’s when he sees it. Hung from the roof of the photo booth, dangling just above his head, is mistletoe. His cheeks flush at the sight of it and as soon as the picture is taken, you’re turning to him with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Nothing.”

But then you’re following his sightline and staring at the mistletoe, completely missing the third photo. Jason looks at you strangely and you open your mouth to ask what’s wrong, and then he’s cupping the back of your neck.

He pulls you in, gently pressing his lips against yours just as the camera flashes and the last photo is taken. His lips stay on yours, melting into you even long after the photo was taken.

When he finally pulls away, he’s smiling. Not his judging smirk but a real, genuine smile. 

He grabs your hand and helps you out of the photo booth, inserting a coin and waiting for the photos to print. He grabs them while they’re still warm and you lean your head on his shoulder, admiring the newly developed photos.

“How’s that for never turning out right?”

He presses his lips against yours once more, savouring the leftover taste of your peppermint mocha. When you go your separate ways—Jason waiting by your snow-covered car to make sure you get in safely—he lingers outside just a little longer.

Despite the frigid air and fluffy snowflakes covering his toque, the cold doesn’t bother him. He’s left warmed by the memories of your lips finally on his after weeks of yearning for them.

Jason keeps the photobooth strip tucked safely in his wallet.

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thanks for reading & have a wonderful day

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for @luciaintheskyainthi bc ecm and jason/peter tag in general has completely consumed my life 💗

this is them trying to take convincing "couple pictures" for the plot but jay gets possessed by cuteness aggression (from me. i am projecting bc i need to bite peter once)

(individuals + bonus below)

(he regrets nothing)

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ECM meme :D

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I haven't stopped thinking about Gary since I read this chapter

ECM by @luciaintheskyainthi :D

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Superman 2025 was fantastic. I enjoyed literally every moment of it. Have some Robins instead.

Once again, I could not resist the calls of sibling dynamics

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Jason's first time seeing Gary is literally just this

inspired by Existential Crisis Mode written by @luciaintheskyainthi

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I can like things normally I swear! (Big fat lie)

Anywho here’s Gary :) I had a lot of fun drawing Jason’s face he’s so silly

Inspired by the end of chapter 41 of ECM written by the lovely @luciaintheskyainthi

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Red Hood: That was insane! Your dumb ass shouldn't have thrown yourself in front of those goons, God I'm never going on another mission with you

Tim!Robin: but I had an opening! I-

Red Hood: You were reckless! You could have gotten yourself hurt and Batman would literally kill me

Robin: Batman doesn't-

Red Hood: I don't fucking care! That was so dumb, DID YOU GET DROPPED ON YOUR HEAD AS A CHILD, BRAT?!

Robin: BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WAS EVER HELD!

Red Hood: ...

Robin:...

Red Hood: ... Are you okay, kid?

Robin: ...

Robin: * fingerguns *

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Comic-style art I made inspired by 'A Meditation On Railroading' by @eggmacguffin - from when Jason finds Tim on the train 💖

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“This is a story about gaslighting” says the author. I don’t give it much thought, I start reading, and then I, the reader, get gaslighted-

Seriously though, “A Meditation on Railroading” by @eggmacguffin is *chef’s kiss* I found it maybe a couple of months ago at most and I’ve read it 3? 4 times? I won’t spoil anything but when I tell you this fic played with my emotions I mean it, it’s really good!!!

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