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if loving them is wrong i don’t want to be right

if being right means being without them i’d rather live a wrong doing life

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Thoughts on toxic yuri?

One of my very favorite storytelling concepts, I love it when women make each other worse. <3

I do think it's important, for me anyway, to note the difference between a dynamic that's toxic in one direction versus something that is mutually toxic. The first one doesn't really interest me a whole lot, usually because it means one character suffers constantly without being allowed to do anything else--at the very least, it will come across as the more ""normal"" character not really being that into the relationship in question. I need BOTH parties to be unhinged.

The important thing for any fictional relationship (though we're specifying toxic yuri here, obviously) is that it's interesting. If there is no limit to what the women can do within a dynamic, then there are an infinite number of ways for that dynamic to go. And while you can learn a lot about a character through examining their values and positive qualities, you can learn just as much (if not more) by considering their flaws. And those flaws really come out in the case of toxic yuri; characters get to show the uglier parts of themselves in this context, which I am always a fan of. A fraught, complex relationship, when written well, can be a really great way to psychologically explore the characters: what inspires them to act this way? why do they think this behavior is acceptable? if they don't think it's acceptable, why do they keep doing it? what do they think about the concept of love as a whole? how far would they go for intimacy or to be understood? how do they view other people in general? and probably most importantly, what led to them developing the beliefs underlying their actions in the first place?

From a more "psychologically, why do people enjoy this" standpoint, mutual toxicity often goes hand in hand with extreme obsession, extreme jealousy, and a willingness to forgive a whole lot of horrible shit. Which, yeah, in real life you don't want to be in a relationship like that. But I think there's a lot of emotional resonance in exploring those feelings. The idea that someone will never leave you. That they think so intensely about you specifically that they'll break anything and anyone to stay with you. That even if you're the worst version of yourself, someone will still want you because that's still you. Someone knows exactly how to fuck you up because they genuinely understand you. Things in fiction that we would never want in real life can be incredibly interesting or even cathartic to witness from a distance. I think we all feel things that scare us sometimes (or even simply feel an innocuous emotion so intensely that it scares us), and looking at unpleasant feelings within fiction can help identify, parse out, process, and successfully cope with those feelings. And I think, at the end of it all, a lot of people want to matter to someone, in some way. It makes sense that some creators would take that concept-of meaning a great deal to another person, of affecting them deeply-to its absolute extreme through writing.

(And also, consider. That I am very gay. And that horrible women are very attractive.)

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here's some Jasper from my sketchbook! I'm loving drawing her in cute dresses and stuff.

-ignore the water damage lol-

If you think she wouldn't be caught dead in a dress then pretend this is all a dream ~oooooo~

disclaimer: i used real images as references if you're like "bitch how tf did you draw those poses"

(also i do have more where this came from if anyone's interested)

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-System Reboot

Pairing: E!42 Miles x Black!Fem!Spider-person!reader

Warnings: Noneeee

Enjoy the show<3

“Bro… BRO!”

Your laptop has seen better days. Ever since you started downloading all those Sims 4 mods, it’s been lagging more and more each day. Now, right in the middle of typing an extremely important paper, it completely shuts off. The fan lets out a weak whirr before dying completely. The screen stayed black. No blinking cursor, no familiar startup sound just a lifeless, overheated mess.

Every attempt to fix it? A failure. System reboot? Dead. Hard reset? No luck. Staring at it, hoping some magical force will bring it back to life? HA you thought.

Feeling defeated, you fold your arms over the laptop and rest your head on the desk. But the moment your hand brushes against the metal, a sharp, searing heat shoots through your skin.

“BITCH-!”, you yelp, quickly sitting upright shaking your hand from the pain of the burn. Frustrated, you pull your hoodie sleeves down over your hands and fling the overheated laptop onto your bed.

At this point, your only option is going to the Apple Store… and waiting however many hours just to have some tech nerd tell you it’ll cost a million dollars to fix. Yeah, nah.

Ding!

Your phone lights up, casting a faint glow onto your ceiling. You spin your chair, already annoyed that someone would dare text you at this time of crisis. (How tf would they know?) But when you see the contact name—“Miles ᥫ᭡”—your annoyance fades just a little.

You open the message.

Miles: “Baby, you eat yet? I’m going by the asian spot in a minute i’ll pick something up”.

…Why didn’t you think of this sooner?

“MILES!!”

“Yes?”

“MILES!!!!”

“…Yes?!”

“MILESSS!!!”

“Girl what?!”

“I need your help- when you leave the restaurant meet me back at your house k?”

“I can’t just come get you?”

“No it’ll take too long”

“No it won’t-“

“…You walking?”

“Yeah”

“Absolutely not..meet me back there”

“Fine, what do you want tho?”

“Pork dumplings and wonton soup”

A few seconds pass.

“Yo what kind?”

“Uhh.. steamed”

“Aight be safe ok?”

“I will ill see you later!”

*attachment sent*

(gif of Oscar Proud running)

“Mommy! Have you seen my bag?!”

About 15 minutes later you’re dressed and ready to go. As you open the front door your greeting by a familiar figure with big long curly hair, a forrest green hoodie, and his back turned to you.

You trail down the steps of your apartment building. “Miles!”

He turns around, one hand tucked into his hoodie pocket, the other holding a plastic takeout bag that’s practically glowing from the heat of your food. His face is soft under the dim streetlight, brows slightly raised like he’s waiting for you to explain why you just yelled out his name like that.

“You good?” he asks, watching you walk down.

“I said meet at your house…” You hop off the last step and stride toward him.

Miles shrugs. “The food didn’t take long—” He lifts his arm, wordlessly inviting you under his embrace. “And you know damn well I’m not letting you walk alone.”

Rolling your eyes, you open your arms and step into his hug with a sigh. The warmth of it, of him, helps ease the aching tension in your body.

Miles watches your body language noticing how frustrated you seem to be. “Whats wrong ma?” He asks rubbing his hand up and down your back.

Shrugging off your bag, you pull out your laptop and set the bag on the stoop of your house. “You know that paper for Ms. Anton’s class…”

He nods, taking a sip of his tea.

“So boom, I was typing it up, and then the computer crashed.” Your eyes flick to his drink. “Can I have some?”

Miles doesn’t even hesitate, tilting the straw toward you. You take a quick sip before continuing.

“Thank you. Anyway, just straight-up died on me. Tried to reboot it? Nope. Couldn’t find shit on YouTube. Apple Store is mad far, and I am not tryna pay for it.” You gesture dramatically before pointing at him. “Then, all of a sudden, you text me, and I’m like, ‘Oh em gee, wait… we got tech support at home.’”

Miles stood there chewing on his straw as he watched you ramble, his eyes locked onto yours. A small smile played on his lips, making you pause mid-sentence.

“Whatchu smiling for—” you ask, shifting your weight onto your left side.

Miles snickers, biting down on his straw as he listens. “We got tech support at home, baby?”

You nod, dead serious.

He presses his cup to his chest, pointing at himself. “I’m tech support?”

“Yes! Can you look at it, please? I don’t wanna have to rewrite the whole thing…”

This time, he nods, pulling you back into him before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry, I gotchu.”

Miles grabs your bag, scooping it up, and gestures for you to put the computer back in and zip it. He slings the bag onto his back, handing you the cup.

“I could’ve carried it…” you say reaching out for the bag.

He shakes his head. “I got it. Do you back your shit up?”

You turn to stare at him, already knowing where this is going. “…You know I don’t—”

“Girl…”

“I know…”

You two walk back to Miles’ place, the evening air a welcome relief, with each step grounding you further, his presence easing the tension you didn’t even realize you were holding onto. The city lights cast a soft glow as you make your way through the streets, and within 10 minutes, you arrive at his place.

You make your way upstairs into his room and with Mrs. Rio not home you eat your food in his room.

You pass him the laptop, your fingers brushing as he takes it from you. He opens it up, going straight to work without hesitation. Of course, you already tried the system reboot, but you let him go ahead. Miles presses the necessary keys, leaning back in his swivel chair, casually eating his Lo Mein, waiting for something to shake.

“Damn…” He curses under his breath when the attempt doesn’t work. “You sure you didn’t back anything up?”

You tug at the hem of your shirt, trying to keep it together. “It sounds like you’re about to tell me it’s unfixable…”

He glanced over at you eyebrows slightly raised. “You putting words in my mouth.”

You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes. “Do I look like I back anything up? If I dropped my phone today, all my pictures would be gone—” Then, it hits you, the one thing you forgot about. Your photography class photos. “Nooo, my pictures!” You cry out, dramatically flopping back onto his bed.

Miles chuckles, trying to keep you calm. “Ba- no no, come here, come here…” He stands and gently pulls you into his lap. “You’re good, I’m bout to see what I can do. And nah, you look like someone who downloads hundreds of mods and wonders why their computer suddenly decides to self-destruct.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, his presence grounding you as the tension fades. “Don’t judge me—my Sims deserve better than white girl hair…” You sit up, grabbing one of your dumplings and eating it.

Miles flips the laptop upside down and wraps his arm around your waist, effortlessly rolling over to his drawer of tools. “You telling me you got Wicked Whims for more hairstyles?”

“Shut the fu—” You catch yourself before you go any further, letting out a small sound of frustration instead. “Mm.”

Miles turns to you, raising an eyebrow. “Who you talkin’ to?”

You roll your eyes. “You. It has romantic stuff too, not just… yeah.” You add, leaning back a bit in your defense, knowing you lost that one.

“Yeah.” He said smirking arrogantly.

While you finish your food, Miles sets the laptop on his lap, leaning forward to unscrew the bottom panel. The sound of the small screws twisting free breaks the silence, and he carefully removes the cover, exposing the insides. His eyes narrow as he starts examining the motherboard and wires, tapping at the components with a practiced hand. You watch him, the quiet intensity of the moment making your own frustration with the laptop fade into the background.

“Y/N…”

That’s the first time he’s said your real name all day.

With furrowed eyebrows you turn to him spooning wontons into your mouth. “Yeah?”.

“How hot did this shit get..one of the wires fried and melted.” he said holding up the severed wire.

Damn.

The moment lingers between you, Miles holding up the damaged wire like it’s evidence in a case. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel the concern simmering beneath it.

“You ain’t feel that?” His voice is edged with something between disbelief and quiet frustration, his brows slightly drawn together.

You set your bowl down. “I was locked in,” you say simply. “It didn’t get that hot until today when it burned me.”

“Y/N, this is fried. Like, melted fried.” His tone is steady, but there’s something knowing in his gaze—like he’s clocking more than just the wire.

You blink at him, then at the ruined piece in his hand. You don’t have an excuse, really. So you just shrug. “Guess I got used to it.”

That makes him pause. His fingers fiddle with the wire before he sighs and tosses it onto his desk. He doesn’t say anything at first, just leans back in his chair, watching you. Then, after a beat—

“You do that a lot?”

You frown. “Do what?”

Miles tilts his head slightly. “Let shit burn before you react.”

Your stomach twists, but you keep your expression neutral, your gaze flicking to your food like you suddenly need another bite. “You searching for innuendos in a broken computer- i’m good Miles…like in fine”

His gaze shifts to the side before narrowing back at you. “I didn’t say you wasn’t..”

He knew something was up. Normally, you wouldn’t be this stressed about a single paper—one you could knock out again in a couple of hours.

You shrug, picking up your bowl and spoon again. “Aight, cool. Sooo, let’s move on… can it be fixed or?”

He doesn’t answer for a minute, gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say next. Eventually, he sighs, realizing he can’t just pry an answer out of you. Instead, he takes another approach.

“Yeah—yeah, I can fix it… but it’s gonna take a minute, and it’s already late. You wanna stay the night, baby?” he asks, rubbing his hands up and down your sides.

With a faint smile, you nod. “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“Aight. Lemme ask my mom—she’ll prolly say it’s cool.”

Suddenly, he taps your thigh, signaling for you to stand up. As you do, he walks over to a drawer and pulls out clothes for you to change into. “Go take a shower, I’ll start on this, okay?”

“K.” You take the clothes from his hands and make your way to the door before pausing. Turning back, you walk up to him, pulling him down slightly for a quick peck. “I love you…”

He obliges, tilting your chin in his hand to press a kiss to your cheek before ushering you toward the bathroom. “I love you, ma.”

I love this and hate it at the same time but i think i’m getting better! Thank you for reading!!<3

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I shifted to the same reality twice in one day! I also experienced getting a DR memory for the first time!

So basically, I got tired the other day and decided to take a 2 hour nap. The two hour nap ended up being almost 3 hours.

I didn’t intend on going anywhere specific but I did tell myself that if my subconscious wanted to go somewhere then I’ll let it do its thing. I didn’t really care if I shifted or not because I just wanted to nap.

Then I ended up in a bathroom that is very different from my cr bathroom. It was small so I’m assuming it was my own bathroom. I was in the middle of dying my hair. I was using pink and blue hair dye and just putting them both on my hair. I have very dark hair in my cr and I’ve never dyed my hair here so this was a different experience. I also remember that I was doing some sort of ombré effect and that my ends were still dark. So I was just working on my hair and then I ended up waking back to my cr.

I also wanted to note that when I woke up from my nap I was so disoriented that I kinda forgot that this happened until later on. Some people might find it weird but it also happens to other shifters that I know. It usually occurs because our conscious becomes aware of a different reality before our senses do, but that’s a whole different discussion.

Anywho, I woke up from my nap and was up for hours until I decided to go to sleep. I then woke up around 6:30 for morning prayer. I went back to bed, and this time I didn’t even make the intention to go anywhere.

Then I ended up in the SAME bathroom as earlier but this time my hair was done!!!! And it looked like time has passed bc even my ends were colored. It was a ombré of light pink and light blue hair and it looked so good! And it was in a cute braid! In my cr I usually wear my hair in a messy bun so this was new to me. I saw myself in the mirror and instantly was like..

“Omg you shifted here again!”

Mind you this shift was completely unintentional!

So yeah I was excited for like ten seconds and then I got back to what my dr self was doing which was getting ready for a family party. I went to the party and was hanging with my relatives and vibing. During this specific shift I was here for approximately 2-3 days.

This place also seemed pretty custom. I was working for a secret organization. My boss looked a lot like Harvey Spector.

There was this guy with claws posing as a civilian and was planning on harming students at a school campus. This was when I got my first DR memory of me putting a wooden stake through his chest in the past. I was confused as to how he was still alive. Surprisingly this didn’t freak me out. I definitely did not intend to get a violent memory and I prefer to shift to lighthearted places, but in this reality my dr self was used to this stuff. I was trying to motion to my boss that I recognized him and we were trying to catch him off-guard when I woke back up in my cr. But yeah this was exciting!

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ROSEMARY ‘ROMY’ ZABINI. - (HOGWARTS DR INTRO)

being the youngest of three siblings, rosemary gillian zabini had a lot to prove.

she had to be the best of the best — had to turn heads, command rooms, and rule hogwarts, all while making it look effortless. everyone was depending on her to uphold the zabini name in all its glory (or rather, infamy. romy’s mother wasn’t the friendliest person. quite the opposite, actually). rosemary was supposed to follow in her mother’s footsteps, becoming a powerful witch that would inevitably be a woman with enough money to last her three lifetimes. even her twin brother, blaise zabini, held her up to the same unrealistic standard everyone seemed to possess when acknowledging her.

“be the best of the best. you can’t be anything less.”

but what if she didn’t want to be the best?

all she really wanted was a breath a fresh air. a brief reprieve from the suffocating clutches of everyone’s expectations, a glimpse of solace amidst the overwhelming shitshow she had as a life. was she going to find it at hogwarts? hell no. but rosemary could at least find some semblance of individuality there, without her mother breathing down her neck.

little did she know, a certain someone named mattheo riddle would take her precious breath of fresh air away as soon as she stepped onto school grounds. both figuratively and literally. rosie was in for a rude awakening; she wasn’t getting a break until the sky turned upside down and her mother finally got a husband.

she was going to need all the luck, all the help, and all the alcohol she could get to survive.

overview… so i’m trying something new! as you can see by the layout switch up…i was so inspired by like everyone on here having the prettiest posts ever and i changed everything. i also wanted to match the house i’m in, cause i’m gonna be a ravenclaw, so yeah! we’re not gonna talk about how i was completely wrong about everything i thought the marauders era was! it happens to the best of us. also, just wanted to mention that this dr is set in university (because i’m in college currently) and also set in modern times.

sidenote… i really tried getting into my creative writing bag and making this intro a bit cooler than what it was gonna be, but then i realized halfway through that i am incredibly rusty. give me the benefit of the doubt, y’all, writer’s block is real…

sidenote pt. 2… if this is formatted weird shhhh no it’s not, also feel free to ask any questions about any dr because i’m happy to answer! i finally figured out how to open the asks thingy lols just be respectful please!

anywho, i’ll go more into depth about what this dr is all about in due time. i just wanted to post a lil something because i love it here and i want to stay active. love you guys bye bye <3

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girl wdym your ex cheated like

i follow you on tiktok and i genuinely find you very pretty(cz you are obv) n your so cool

Why are mans getting in their villan arcs.Like why

all i want is to be like yn in those movies.where she sneeks in her amazing boyfriend by her bedroom window and its just pure love

my ex did a lot of shit. realizing all last night and this morning that I was abused. but not just I was, but an entire discord server of people ranging from 18 - 26. she’s 24 and would frequently prey upon 18/19 year olds in the server. i’ve realized many things and will be exposing her on tiktok because she’s a shifter and she’s talked about in the past how she wants more people to join her cult. and no i’m not using cult lightly. everything she did matches a cult.

and since this video will take some preparation to make, if you want to block her (as well as the girl she cheated on me with whose still right by her side) these are their tiktok accounts!!

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“ I do not know the moves”

“I'll teach you”

he held out his gloved hand owards me, the masquerade mask doing nothing to hide the glint in his eyes and smirk on his lips. Pensively, I reached out, and he pulled me onto the ballroom floor. The music swam around us. I stared down at my feet, attempting to match his motion.

“ Look at me” he gently urged, his voice laced with thinly veiled desperation.

“ I’ll step on your toes” I returned

“ I can take it, just look at me”

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sickos yes, to be preserved to be young and beautiful and pleasing forever and ever only for the people who make you that way to get bored of you. so you change. and they are still bored of you. and you change. you trap them in a circus. in a performance. yes maitre. of course maitre. your work is so....fascinating. maitre. and they are all clawing at the walls to get out. bored out of their minds. and you know this because you can see inside their minds. poor little birds, recently freed of a cage,flocking to your roost. and claudia, the canary in the coal mine, SHE must go. she, who is most like you. who was made to be like you. young and beautiful and pleasing forever, the only change you can cause is death. the only reaction you can get after a while is anger. and even then. your anger is nothing new. boring. boring boring boring. you are what you are. claudia did not fill the hole. you do not fill the hole. louis always on the precipice of death, the one thing denied vampires. daniel, who wants to live forever. IS THAT. WHAT MAKES YOU FASCINATING?

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Shiftblr Intro

Hi Shiftblr,

My name's Iris & I've been in the shifting community since late 2018 early 2019. I was introduced to shifting while browsing through some subliminal & one of my favorite sub-makers was talking about it after that it's basically been history.

I've mini-shifted a fuck ton of times and have been doing so way before I knew what exactly shifting was when I was a literal child. The longest shift I've had was one hour in my degrassi reality/waiting room. The Current realities I have been focusing on/the ones that currently have my full attention are my new current waiting room, Castlevania and 00's fame. That's all I can think of for now so

This is Iris signing off.

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every shifter needs to read this i am being so serious

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idk if this is a daydream

or memory but why was shade seth and i getting it down in a hot tub at a party 😭😭😭

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y’all i got lucid in my dream and i think i saw my s/os so i felt it was realistic and i thought i shifted so i checked my hands but my fingers were off and kept changing so i would do breathing excersises and afffirmations but nothing happened so i as like fuck this and left the bathroom 😭😭😭😭 we where in a house ware house type shit and i love how it was yaels bright ass orange hair that made me realize “ wait” and i like rushed to the bathroom and everything felt really realistic i even looked like myself in the mirror but when i did finger checks it made me realize i hasn’t shifted. so i was doing breathing exercises in the mirror, and i kept rechecking my hands but ngl they were doing crazy shit 😭😭😭. but what i did the night before was i meditated with my abcs felt really wooshy, then turned to my side and was playing out a scene from my dr in my imagination when i went to sleep pretty cool heh

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DREAM # 6

this one was during a nap and was actually from my DR it’s kinda long but ohhh this was kinda exciting

think i dreamed about a dr scenario or memory , but it was when me and 🫀 had sex but then when roen and yael pulled me away i fainted cause of the mortal and sol soul sucking thingy anyway they were like “we cant tell casper” and roen wrapped me in a towel to dry up cause we were in the filled up tub anyways the door was locked so when Casper knocked yael and roen where like what do we do, but dorne immediately opened the door and went “i nearly killed her” and casper had to look at him for a while then went “ i will not allow you to use me as your form of punishment” then he kinda moved on and walked further into the living room and kitchen area and then he said “ no more single shifts” and dorne was giving “that’s it” vibes he said “ why aren’t you angry at me i’m angry at myself i would be angry at you” and roen was like “we get it, we don’t blame you” and then the dream gets kinda hazy but i think at some point i came out and i only had one of roens t-shirts on but i had like love marks around my neck so all of them like groaned dorne straight up dipped while casper and yael went to their rooms roen placed me on the table and was like “you’re lucky i’m the rational one” and added something like “you’ve really made things unequal now” or something like “they all want to leave their mark” idk it was a whole conversation that i cnat remember but then he gave me cerial and i think that was all the important parts. if you want context cause i know some of it may sound odd out of context just send me a message or an ask

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OK SO FOR CONTEXT

Basically it all started in uhh fucking 2020, i was listening to a specific song by Cosmo Sheldrake for the first time. (Especially "Come Along")

And suddenly, i had this vision, almost a like a prophecy or gift from the universe.

The song had transported me to this magical town in the middle of the woods, lost in time, only living as a legend or whisper.

The town, similar to gravity falls, was surrounded by a deep redwoods forest, but they were like twice or even thrice the size of normal trees!!

The town was basically stuck in time of sorts, a clashing point between similar realities, where cryptids, monsters and other creatures lived in peace along with human/humanoids.

Basically a stranger things + Gravity falls kinda deal, hehe

I have a map and everything!!

Also, there's this goddess of sorts. That people call "The mother", she protects the town and its inhabitants, she is represented by 3 moons, almost forming like a set of eyes with the third one being in her forehead.

I have a lenghty Notion document + like, a spotify playlist and pinterest board in case u want to see hehe

GOD THIS IS SO COOL LIKE WHATTT THE SONG LITERALLY CONNECTED YOU TO YOUR DR WOULD YOU LIKE SOLVE MYSTERIES OR IS IT LIKE A LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE DR

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HELLO HELLO HELLO GRR I HAVE A DR I SCRIPTED FROM SCRATCH AND HAVE BEEN ADDING ONTO FOR ALMOST 3 YEARS CAN I RANT 👀👀👀

YESSS OFCOURSE IN MESSAGES OR ASKS OR ANYWHERE!!!!!!

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i finnaly have a draft that explains my DR like yesssss

i just need to finish typing it up