#dalmatian street day

[bks-blogs]

#101DalmatianStreet #Save101DalmatianStreet #DalmatianStreetDay #Disney #DisneyPlus

The special animated video for #101DS5thAnniversary is FINISHED, my dedicated pups! Tune in on my Youtube/or Twitter for the internet wide premiere, and be blown away by the fan-animation in it!😁

@atomiccartoons

[wanderer-w00lf]

101 Dalmatian Street (Art Dump)

You guys got lucky with this one, It's the most "recent".

At least it's from the 2019 to today (2024) So yeah, here you go

If somehow you had the curiosity of, what the heck I did first, Here you go, It's like a timeline too

And that's the first part I guess I definitely did more than this... just can't remember where I save it or if I deleted it. Oh yeah! HAPPY 5th anniversary to the series!!!

[steelsponge]

101DS Drawing a Day Challenge 18/18.

The fam is all here (well, not everyone, but still). It's been 5 years since the release of 101 Dalmatian Street. Here's to 5 more years of keeping discussion and support for it alive.

[dramatic-disraeli]

"Mommy, today was such a wonderful day! I went to the park with uncles Dante, Dawkins and DJ, we played different games! And then Dawkins' phone fell into a puddle and Dante said that he would get it. But uncle Dante didn't know how deep the puddle was, so he fell into it. Dawkins started to pull him out, but also fell into it, and uncle DJ filmed them and laughed. Then we met Larry and I got into a fight with him over ice cream. Then our ball got stuck in a tree, and uncle DJ went to get it, but he fell and broke his leg. Then we all went to the hospital and there they gave me candy because I was very beautiful!"

Poor uncles...

[ross-hori]

猫と犬

[someone1348]

101 dalmatian street thing:

Dylan (The character Josh Voices): "You must study! The art of Leonardo!"

They really are the disaster twins in every universe huh? /hj /pos /lh

[cuddlethebear]

turned into the villain huh

[typograpic]

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[dylan-dalmatian-fan-club]

Happy Valentine's Day! ❤❤❤❤❤❤🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[jayofthetrees]

Happy pie day.

If Sponge had her way, it's be a universal holiday.

Either way, she loves an excuse to cook for a very appreciative customer.

[kombuuuu]

yo could you do some domestic spot fluff???? asking for a friend (lie)

Spotty dog?

Spot x Gen!Reader

“This feels demeaning.” “It’s not! Look he’s cute!”

hes so adorable h my god. 101 dalmatian coded fr

June 28th — Your lovers birthday, and two days away. You woke this morning with a determination you knew both you and him held. To out-do your your last gift. Last Christmas, you had thought you'd won. Showing up to your shared home with a pair of matching shirts — reading "I ♡ My Boyfriend" and one equally matching for him.

Along with a multitude of other small things — all sentimental to your relationship. Like the mug that said "No.1 Bad Guy." or a card detailing how he would never just be the "Villain of the week."

But when he'd pulled out matching crocs, with Jibbitz of a goofy looking Dalmatian for him and a cute Bunny for you?

You had resigned as Loser for the months to come. Not without a cheering victory from your Spotty lover. Now though? A thought had been brewing for months— one that would never make you loser of the gifts ever again. What could possibly out-do a man willing to wear crocs branded with a staple of you on them? And a goofy looking bucket hat with your silly matching shirts?

A dog.

Something he's wanted for a while now, something to take care of. He'd lost everything, his friends, his family. With that much gone, he'd clung to you like a lost child. Mourning the losses he'd faced while cherishing his moments with you — feeling a constant sense of peril when faced with the fact that he *could just lose you too. He wouldn't, though. You would never do that to him. You loved him too dearly to cause him that pain.

—

You watched him slip on a blue coat over his "totally regular civilian" clothes. The complaint leaving his mouth going on deaf ears. He slipped on his left shoe, jumping a bit and tripping over himself before steadying himself on a coffee table. "Do we really have to go out today?—" His face-spot downturned, like a sad puppy.

",—Can't we just sit in and cuddle? We could watch Mean Girls and i'll make the hot chocolate you really like!" "Baby." He whined, Spot rolling into a displeased frown. "Where are we even—" "—Ask one more time." He snorted, pulling his last shoe on and tucking in the laces, then going up to you and leaning down to give your forehead a kiss. "Ready?"

He right about swooned at your domestic tone, admiring the way the softened gold lights highlighted your features. You were everything to him, and just the knowledge you loved him back had him tripping over himself. Falling through spots at the sight of you. "Yeah."

—

Jonn swayed as the bus came to a stop, avidly ignoring the curious glances given by other patrons, and focusing more on holding onto you.

"I'm gonna fall over!" "Maybe if you held the bar, and not me." He looked up at you from his waist bent position, arms wrapped securely around your abdomen, clinging onto you like you were the only person there.

"I don't need another lover baby, you're right here." "It's a pole, John." "And I am a faithful man." You giggled lightly at him and wrapped your free arm around him tighter.

—

"Just step off." "It's high!" John stuttered out his reply, dipping his foot down like he was testing pool water. 'I'll just—" He turned around, opening a spot and crawling through it and popping up again next to you. The bus driver gawked at you, paler than the villain walking Brighton's street.

You mouthed a 'sorry' to the poor lady, and grabbed your boyfriends hand, dragging him towards the street of your subject.

"You gonna tell me where we're going yet?" He trailed behind you, getting pulled by his left hand, and tripping over his own feet. Moving in that clumsy kind of dorkiness. 'Nuh uh."

His spot slanted at you, deadpanning. "You're being mysterious— I don't like it."

You side-eyed him, grinning in a glare. "I think it's part of the charm." He dragged his spindly legs farther forward, stepping in front of you and gathering your joined hand against his chest. He walked backwards with you, and his spot widened again. You smiled up at him, continuing on with walking, and waited for him to complain once more.

You hadn't have to wait long. "Are you sure you can't—" "We're here." He stopped walking when you did, spot slanting when he surveyed the shops and stalls around him, trying to read the signs. "a café date?—," He chuckled lightly, chest heaving lightly "'—You know you could have—"

"Not there, baby." You flexed your hands into his, he let one of his drop, and linked your fingers with his— squeezing your palm in interest.

You turned towards the animal rescue centre, giving your lover a mischievous grin and stepped beside him to open the door.

—

The spotted dalmatian looked up at you, glossy and doe eyed.

You cooed at it through the glass, the puppy wagging it's tail at the high pitched voice you were giving him.

"How come you never talk to me like that?" Your boyfriend had his hands on your shoulders, leaning on your crouched form and looking down at the small dog below him.

"Do you want me to?" You watched his reflection through the glass as he contemplated, spot shifting forms until it settled on a stretched thin line. "No." You snorted and continued sweet talking the puppy.

The dog-keeper smiled happily at the interaction between you and the small puppy.

"Would you like to take him outside?"

You turned your head towards her and nodded your head, sounding a pretty please — you put your hands on your knees and pushed up, standing straight again.

You turned to your lover, standing up on your toes, you smoothed your hands over his cheeks and giving his nose a little kiss.

"This feels demeaning." He pouted at you, hands grabbing at your coat.

You giggled lightly, resting the side of your face on his chest.

"It's not!," you gestured to the adorable puppy ",Look he's cute!"

John considered the tiny dog, slacking a bit under you, and conceding. "Yeah, yeah— whatever." You jumped up and gave his jaw a quick peck. "Exactly!"

You ran towards the back door, leading to the puppy playground.

Your lover called out to you— "I better still be your favourite Spot!"

"My number one, baby!" You called back.

He huffed despite his spot melting into a heart.

—

Two days later, when he woke up to a plethora of silly gifts, topped with adoption papers and a pink bow — He begrudgingly gave away his title.

—

+ bonus!!!

"You're just the most handsome spotty boy, aren't 'ya!" A squealing voice followed by a small 'ruff' caught your attention. You closed the door softly, and sneakily dropped your keys in the bowl, and snuck into your living room.

The sight of your loving husband cradling the puppy to his chest as he danced to an unheard tune greeted you. You smiled to yourself, biting your finger and watching him for a moment.

He spun slowly, and when his sight landed on you, he froze. He quickly, albeit gently, placed the small thing back onto the couch. The puppy rolling over and smiling up at you.

John cleared his throat, a closed fist to his throat, and after putting his hands on his hips to "act cool", he spoke.

"His name is The Dot."

You giggled behind your hand, going up and kissing his cheek, not before you pet Dot in passing. "Next time we're adopting a kid."

His spot widened and slid into a heart, blush coating his cheeks.

"And you're not naming them."

He laughed.

[bks-blogs]

#101DalmatianStreet #Save101DalmatianStreet #Disney #DisneyPlus #101DS5thAnniversary

This is it, my dedicated pups! THIS! IS! IT!!📣 Tomorrow is the 5th Anniversary of 101 Dalmatian Street on March 18 A.K.A. #DalmatianStreetDay and of course the 7-day fan celebration of the series!🎉🎊🎈

Hope everyone's ready for the BIGGEST fan-event in the 101DS fandom ever! I think this is going to be the BEST week for the community! Hope you've learned everything on what to do during the 7-day celebration!

And be ready for seven, daily, 101DS related announcements during the weeklong event! Now, if you're hyped like me, spread the word and help me make a final push to get the word about the event to your followers!

Write it down in your Tumblr blogs, to let them know about tomorrow's exciting event! NOW! LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!🎉🚂🛤️🎆

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

meeting abby anderson!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist ˚୨୧⋆｡˚⋆

a/n: I saw a fic (university!abby anderson by @writerseclipse1 ) a couple of days ago, and it reminded me of the opening scene in 101 Dalmatians. so this is inspired by that!

warnings: all lowercase intended, fem!reader, modern au, soft blushy abby, alice being a menace. this is just sweet stuff for a sweet girl!

words: 1,029

abby lived alone in a small, dingy apartment. it definitely wasn't the best. but it had a nice view of the local park. she could see the leaves change colors in the fall, and then snow cover the ground in the winter. she liked it. it was cozy. perfect for her and her loyal canine companion alice.

alice always enjoyed looking out to window that over looked the park. seeing other dogs walking, occasionally barking at them. like today. alice saw a woman, you, walking your dog in the park below. barking and whining to get her owner's attention, alice then begged and begged abby for a walk.

abby gave in. like always. she knew she needed to get out of the apartment. some fresh air would do her some good. get to stretch her legs too.

so abby donned a jacket and a cap along with some shoes, latching a leash onto alice's collar before exiting her apartment. the pair taking the short walk down and across the street to the park.

orange and red leaves falling from the many trees that decorate the park. their leaves litter the ground. abby is too intranet by the beautiful scenery to notice where alice is tugging her.

alice meanwhile is on a mission, searching the park for a dog she saw earlier on the street.

your dog.

her head bows to the ground to sniff in hopes of finding the fellow pooch.

alice tugs abby along the old beaten brick paths that weave around the park, stopping here and there to look at some dogs. none of them the dog she saw earlier. so she continues. yanking on the leash to urge abby forward.

with the harsh yank on the leash, abby is pulled from her daydreaming to look at alice, "what's gotten into you? you don't usually pull like this, alice. take it easy."

abby rushes to keep up with her german shepard but bumps into the pup once she notices alice stopping to stare at another dog as, you, its owner, read on a bench that overlooks a small pond in the park's center.

abby doesn't pay much attention to you and your dog, instead taking a seat on the ground near the pond to look at the water ripple. but alice had other plans.

at first alice sits next to abby and watches the water, but after a few minutes she stands and uses her mouth to yank abby's cap off.

"alice!" abby shouts as she attempts to grab the cap from her pup.

but alice rushes out of abby's reach, shaking her head and flinging the cap from side to side. she runs over to the bench and drops the cap next to you on the bench before barking out at abby as if to taunt abby.

abby blushes as she realizes you saw alice steal the cap. a rush of embarrassment floods her. this gorgeous, gorgeous woman just saw her get bested by a dog.

abby looks away to stand up and brush dirt from her pants. once she looks back to the bench to speak to you, you and your dog are gone.

not thinking about too much she grabs her cap and then alice's leash and as soon as the leash is in her hands, alice is dragging her in the direction you walked off in.

"alice!"

soon alice has walked around the woman's legs and abby, the strangers dog doing the same. causing the two to be pushed together and wrapped up in the leashed of their pets.

"Oh my-!" you are caught off guard as you feel strong hands place themselves on your arms so you don't topple over.

abby's firm hands hold onto you in an attempt to steady the both of you. but it doesn't work well and you both fall over into the small pond.

the cold water immediately soaking into your clothes and drenching you completely.

alice quickly bites down on abby's jacket and tugs to help her up. abby is a bit shaken but she rushes to her feet and helps you up. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.." but her words are cut off when she sees your face.

your mascara is running and your lipstick is smudged but she still thinks you're absolutely gorgeous. pretty eyes, full pouty lips, well kept hair. just outside perfect.

abby is too busy gawking at your beauty to hear you apologizing until you slip. she instinctively reaches out to wrap her arm around your waist and hold you up.

your face flushes as your hands grip onto her large and sturdy form. "Thank you.."

"abby!" she blurts out.

you make a face of confusion, "what?"

she mentally slaps herself for being so stupid. I'm fumbling this so hard, she thinks.

"that'd my name. my name's abby." as she speaks she helps you out of the pond and to the bench she first saw you sitting, both of your dogs following to sit at their respective owner's feet.

soon the two of you are laughing off the fall and about your now soaking wet clothes. abby attempts to wring the water out of her shirt.

"thanks for helping me out by the way." you mutter as you pick grass out of your hair.

"thanks for not being mad about it. most people would have been pissed." she chuckles a bit, then scoots closer to you to help pick out the grass.

suddenly abby feels a wave of confidence wash over her. she sits up straight and rubs her hands on her knees to wipe the sweat off of them.

"maybe I can make it up to you. here, I'll give you my number." she reaches for her pocket but realizes she dropped it on the ground before they fell into the pond.

she stands and retrieves it, then opens her contacts to add a new one. once you both finish getting the others' contact information, you part ways. both of you go home to clean up and get into some dry clothes.

maybe something good will come from falling into a pond with a stranger.

a/n: gonna be honest here. I was so sleepy when I wrote this. but I hope it wasn't too bad! feedback is always welcome!

[steelsponge]

Delilah Dalmatian sketches, made as a(n admittedly late) Mother's Day freebie.

[lizziespoem]

dalmatians cupid | nanami ͏⸺ one shot

͏⸺Various hilarious faces and figures hid in the angel-white cloud seam, over foaming the blue sky like the gently rushing waves of calm sea and the pink blossoms of the fairytale cherry trees scattered like the glorious dreams of the pedestrians over the freshly mowed meadows as the roofs of the tall buildings shone on the horizon and the wind chases the scent of the blooming wildflowers through the small gaps between the towering trees. Purple and blue plums hung from the branches of the trees, waiting to be picked up, clutched by the thorny bushes of black blackberries and the little hidden currant bushes, it was truly a colorful sea of a thousand colors.

A slight warmth tingled under your chest as you were under the green leaves hiding from the bright sunshine, your legs were folded over each other and on your lap laid one of the oldest books you had ever owned, but you loved with all your heart, while next to the park bench and next to you your beloved Dalmatian had laid down on the grass and enjoyed like the sun rays shone on his black spots, the red leash of your dog was stuck under your thighs.

It was one of your well-deserved days off and you couldn’t imagine anything better than sitting between the fluttering butterflies and the fragrant flowers, while your eyes were fixed on one of your favorite books and your dog beside you peacefully enjoying the peace, there were rarely moments in which you were so calm.

So absorbed in the lines of your book, you did not noticed as your dog pulled her ears back and lifted her head slightly to look around before her gaze landed on another Dalmatian, her tail began to wag frantically and it took her only a second when your dog pulled out the leash under your thigh and started to run towards the other dog.

It was almost after five as the tall blonde man looked at the watch around his wrist, letting a small sigh leaving his mouth as if he didn't wanted to believe that the time ran away from him, when his angelic boy came to him and after an attentive barking the dog his head rubbed against Kentos leg to extract a rough laugh from his throat as he stroked the head of his dog “I know, i know, it's time for a walk”

Kento Nanami could not deny that his time was limited and he probably would never have bought a dog himself, but when he had discovered the little Dalmatian on the street at that one night he did not have the heart to leave him a shelter and took him home with him.

The tall men stretched his upper body before pulling his shirt down, after it had slipped a slight bit higher, his gaze fell to his blazer leaning over the back of his chair, but he shakes his head as he leans over to his desk letting his hand slip through the fur of the white cat, that was sleeping between the stacking papers “try to make not too much of a mess”

Kento could feel the hasty footsteps of his dog by the ruffled pulling on the dark leash, and although the man had a tremendous strength in his body, was it his dog that had pulled him through half the park until his steps became slower and more cautious, when Kento decided to look around and trying to find the reason of the behavior of his dog and then his gaze caught you.

He couldn't deny that even by the look of your back you looked astonishing, the way the sunlight peeked through the dancing leaves letting small rays of sunshine lighting some strands of your hair, the way your back was a little bit bent as you sat on the dark blue bench under the willow tree, he would certainly have noticed more things about you if his dog had pulled the leash out of his hand and started to run towards you.

Helplessly you try to call your dog’s name in the hope that she would turn around, but she didn't and all you had left was to run after her and try to grab the leash, just like Kento, you ran after your dog and tried to reach for the leash, however before you could catch the end of the red leash your dalmatian had already stopped running unlike Kento, who covered the end of the leash with his hand.

“are you okay, madam?” Kento cleared his throat in embarrassment and scratched the back of his head with his free hand, slightly straining his arm as he studied your face, when you politely smiled at him with a nod “yes, thank you. forgive me if…”

Everything you wanted to do was to apologize if your dog irritated his dog, but before you could apologize, you felt like something wrapping around your legs and as your eyes fell down you saw the dark leash of the other dog wrapped around your legs and the legs of the man as the leash pulled them closely together, but before either of you could react, it was already too late and you two are losing your balance falling into the small pond of the park.

The hands of Kento grabbed you by your waist as he tried to lift you above his body so you wouldn't touch the muddy ground of the pond and with a loud splash the two of you landed in the cold water, elicited a little scream out of your throat as you feel the cold water touching you.

“did you hurt yourself, madam?” the blonde man asked as soon as the scream left you mouth looking at you laying over his chest, as your hair was falling into your face and all of your strains were dripping wet, gently his hand stroked the wet strains behind your ear to take a look at your face to see if you were alright “I must apologize about my dog”

Kento would have expected anything that you would shout at him or even insult him for the foolishness of his dog, but to his surprise, the corners of your mouth moved up and a heartfelt laugh crawled out of your stomach, causing a strange warmth to fill the empty space around his heart as his lips couldn't help but smile.

“I must say I’ve outdone myself again for embarrassment” he whispered as he looked at you, letting his hands travel to your chest under your arms to help you up at the muddy pond while he was standing up by himself. The both of you were soaking wet as the water drop ran down on your bodies and soaked water in your clothes dripped on the surface of the pond, as a sweet smile light up on your glossy lips “well I'm glad to share this experience with you”

Again the corners of his mouth lifted and he lifted his shirt a little bit to wring out the fabric, exposing the defined abs that were hidden behind the fabric “I couldn't imagine anyone better to share this with”

“I am Kento Nanami” he charmingly holded his hand in front of you as you take it to shake it gently “y/n y/ln”

Kento was the first to carefully climb out of the pond, then stretch out his hands to you so you could embrace them with yours and climb out easier without even fearing to slip on the muddy ground inside the pond again as your eyes fell onto your both dog, mindlessly laying on the grass while innocently looking at Kento and you.

“I truly apologize for ruining your clothes” he tried to apologize again as he ran his hands through his wet blonde hair, studying the wet fabric hugging and sticking to your body. His thoughts wandered back when his fingers had embraced your waist, he couldn’t help wishing to touch it again and even though he didn't wanted to escape his thoughts, he cleared his throat and asked “Do you want me to take you home?”

Your gaze wanders to your Dalmatian who gently tilted her head when you nodded to accept his offer “That would be really nice”

Maybe it was meant to be, the thought was crawling into the mind of Kento as he walked next to the passing cars looking over his right shoulder listening to you rambling about your beloved book as he couldn't help getting drunk with every word that left your mouth. In his eyes you looked like one of those dreams a painter must have to create a masterpiece, you shone like a sky full of stars yet too mesmerizing to touch, you spoke like an idea a writer would have yet too unique and complex to describe.

As soon as you stopped walking his gaze landed on the building behind you, traveling down at your dogs before looking back into your eyes “Would you go out with me by any chance? I may not have made the best impression, but I’d really like to see you again”

Your cheeks burned as you smiled “Yes, i would like that”

© 2023 LIZZIESPOEM. please do not copy any of my writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[babybatsunite]

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐃𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦.

𝐓𝐖!!! 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧…

Carlos was never really able to abandon Cruella. He carries her colours in his clothes, her marks. He doesn't understand why. Carlos doesn’t understand why every time Evie sews him a new jacket, he feels compelled to paint those damned Dalmatian spots against the white leather.

Nor does he understand why he must obsessively keep the same colour palette when dressing. He just knows he has to. It's familiar. Feels like home.

Carlos is still wary of dogs; Dude is the only exception.

One time, in winter, while strolling around Auradon, he saw a girl walking a beautiful golden retriever. He doesn’t know where the thought came from, but he did think, “That fur would make a very nice and warm shawl.” He immediately lowered his head and walked back to his dorm quietly.

The thoughts are always there, though. Sometimes he feels like he is in his fur closet, trapped, and hurting from a beating his mother gave him.

Sometimes he feels like he is in the streets again, jumping on rooftops and stepping on clean laundry with his muddy boots.

Sometimes he craves it. He doesn't want to go back, obviously, but he misses the routine, the familiarity of it all. He will deny it until he dies, but he misses home just like Mal does.

He still has the Isle in his mind, constantly. He thinks about the fun he used to have there. Carlos remembers stealing candies, apples, scarves... He remembers the thrill he felt. Life is not like this anymore. Life is different in Auradon.

At moments, he is disgusted. The colourful clothes, the bright blue sky... He goes out, anyway, and puts on the best smile he has.

On one particular family day, Carlos could barely believe his eyes. Across the field, the stupid Dalmatians were licking some food off a plate that was offered to them by none other than Anita Radcliffe, the mutt keeper. Carlos sank his nails into his sweaty palms. The voices were stronger than ever: "Skin it!" "Make a coat!" "Spots! Spots! Oh, such beautiful spots!"

Carlos couldn't trust himself to come near the dogs that evening.

When his eyes crossed with Anita and Roger, they were afraid. Of what? Him? He chuckled to himself; it did feel kinda nice... but Carlos does not allow himself to savour fear anymore, not like he used to.

Chad Charming made a fuss with Ben when they were training one day. One of their teammates fell and got badly hurt. Chad swears that he saw Carlos laughing under his helmet. Ben shrugged it off, saying, "Carlos is a good kid; he would never." Charming was not convinced.

What can he say? He's just an Isle kid, anyway. And he chose good! It's not like Carlos has ONE evil bone in his body... right?

𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘋𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘋𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘭, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭…