i think more people should make their ocs fans of real life media. theres something hilarious about being like yeah this is my character prince blackheart darkness of the fallen shadowlands and yes she WAS a warrior cats kid growing up.
idk why people are still trying to do “hear me out"s on tumblr
you could talk about wanting to fuck the space needle on here and people would still call you a poser for insisting on fucking "conventionally attractive architecture” as if that’s a coherent, easily-recognizable category
Y'all are going to school while this is happening? Is there even a school?
Even the uni students are doing their level best to continue studying! The isnad foundation and the ihyaa foundation are both fundraising to support uni students continue their studies. Isnad works in the north, ihyaa on the south, and yeah i do mean north and south ghazzah.
author: her power is that her nipples shoot boiling milk so she has to be topless always
fans: she isn’t sexualized, the author had to draw her like that because its her power. its out of his control.
i hope you all know i didnt make up the example i used
I would rather have not known that thanks
It’s the pink one. I read through the whole wiki page. I need a drink.
That isn’t what this is about. This was a slightly exaggerated description of a demon from Devilman. I will not allow you to imply that I’ve watched that Queen’s Blade shit.
I drew my normal Lamb design and then a few days later I was like “I draw Lamb too boring, everyone else’s Lamb is way cooler, and gonna make a cooloer looking one!”
And then I got the line art done for the new one and I was like “Fuck yeah thats sooo much cooler, way more mature~”
And then I pulled up the old one to color pick and was like “Oh… Oh I still like this one actually…”
So now I have two Lamb designs and have no idea which one to make my go to Lamb design in future fanart. Maybe the old one is early days and the new one is after they’ve been leader/god for awhile??
Enjoy a song I found that reminds me of them (In a completely platonic way mind you)
I find the lyrics funny. I picture it from ARTs perspective in Artificial Condition when MB just showed up and invited itself in.
It was all lonely on a cargo haul. It also really enjoys taking care of people. And MB is a person. (Despite its protests) And now MB can accompany it wherever it goes.
Its even funnier if you change the lyric “And when I looked the moon had turned to Gold”, To —“Pink”
I also just love old 60’s music paired with ART I cant explain it. It just feels fitting.
The forgotten 5th digit club 🐻🤝🦝 some of the most popularly drawn animals missing their fifth finger or toe! This was quite the big project for me~ Sharing here because it covers bears too.
i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i’m in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.
i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i’m 30, and i’m having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.
what they don’t tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don’t know what i’m fucking doing, because i always assumed i’d just go ahead and die. i didn’t die, and i’m grateful for that, and i’m very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that’s my roommate, adhd.ignore the glass, bytheway, that’s ocd.
so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you’re, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don’t have any sick days left, and a job’s not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it’s also like - it’s yours, so you’re fond of it.
and it’s like - you’re real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you’re not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you’re not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you’ve learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and you sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you’re trying. even if you’re never gonna be normal, you have something… close enough.
and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it’s saying i trust you now. youwon’t give me up.
SOME APHIDS MAYBE ABSORB SUNLIGHT FOR ENERGY BY USING GENES PILLAGED FROM FUNGI TO BECOME RED?
FUCKIN WHAAAAT
@bogleech is it cool to tag you for the purpose of duuudeholy shit have you heard of this
What!!! Are they doing dont they understand that that’s SILLY
A lot of people have probably heard of the sea slugs that photosynthesize, but what those actually do is just keep pieces of the algae they eat, moving the chloroplasts to their own tissues where they can keep making food from the sun.
These aphids are technically the real actual first animal found to photosynthesize because they permanently encoded the ability into their DNA as a species.
Its also important to understand FUNGI ARENT PLANTS AND DONT DO THIS THEMSELVES. The aphids are believed to have obtained the genes for red pigment from fungus and are using that to eat sunlight. That doesn’t mean the original fungus was using it for that. Fungi rather famously do not do that; the only way fungi feed from sunlight, like the sea slugs, it by partnering with algae.
If your goals basically amount to “after The Revolution everything will be great because people will all have the Good Ethics and work together in my Perfect System and the Evil People with Bad Morals and Bad Behaviour who are making this world bad will be gone (killed/imprisoned/exiled/all converted to agree with us when they see our Perfect System)” then that’s just fascism. I hate to say it but you’ve put a gay socialist hat on fascism.
The MAGA people are still gonna be around in your Perfect System and a very large proportion of them are still gonna be Like That. We can discourage antisocial behaviour through laws and education and changing cultural norms, but if plans for future society involve [group I’m opposed to] magically not being part of it so the Good People can Do Things Right, well.
✨No Bad Guys Here✨ - how do you want to enforce that.
Honestly, I think this concept of The Revolution is to some leftists what Armageddon is to some Christians: an easy excuse to not try and grapple with difficult problems like hunger or poverty or injustice or climate, because any day now the Great Reckoning will come and wipe the slate clean.
“There were plotters, there was no doubt about it. Some had been ordinary people who’d had enough. Some were young people with no money who objected to the fact that the world was run by old people who were rich. Some were in it to get girls. And some had been idiots as mad as Swing, with a view of the world just as rigid and unreal, who were on the side of what they called ‘the people’. Vimes had spent his life on the streets, and had met decent men and fools and people who’d steal a penny from a blind beggar and people who performed silent miracles or desperate crimes every day behind the grubby windows of little houses, but he’d never met The People.
People on the side of The People always ended up disappointed, in any case. They found that The People tended not to be grateful or appreciative or forward-thinking or obedient. The People tended to be small-minded and conservative and not very clever and were even distrustful of cleverness. And so the children of the revolution were faced with the age-old problem: it wasn’t that you had the wrong kind of government, which was obvious, but that you had the wrong kind of people. As soon as you saw people as things to be measured, they didn’t measure up. What would run through the streets soon enough wouldn’t be a revolution or a riot. It’d be people who were frightened and panicking. It was what happened when the machinery of city life faltered, the wheels stopped turning and all the little rules broke down. And when that happened, humans were worse than sheep. Sheep just ran; they didn’t try to bite the sheep next to them.”
I’m a hard pillow hard mattress man. I need reliability. I don’t want something to change into a completely different shape when I touch it, that’s lying and I don’t like liars.
See this? This is the trap. This is how they get you. You appeal to outrage and emotion, you make a bold statement like “sex offenders don’t have rights” and whip up that righteous anger, get people all thirsty for blood and punishment, right? And that’s their foot in the door. Once you’ve decided that there’s a class of people it’s okay to do this to, there’s no clean line in the sand anymore, is there? Now chemical castration (or whatever fucked up shit you wanna bring into it) is an option on the table.
This is how fascists talk, this is how fascists think, and this is how fascists appeal to you to get what they want. Because once you’ve given them that inch, they can use it to take a mile.
Alan Turing (as in the Turing test) was chemically castrated following a conviction for “homosexual acts” in 1952. He committed suicide as a result.
He was also specifically charged because the court found his relationship with a 19-year-old to be especially “indecent” despite such relationships being legal between heterosexuals, so don’t try to say “oh, I only feel that way about pedophiles and creeps.” They will find a way to make you into a criminal, I promise.
See this? This is the trap. This is how they get you. You appeal to outrage and emotion, you make a bold statement like “sex offenders don’t have rights” and whip up that righteous anger, get people all thirsty for blood and punishment, right? And that’s their foot in the door. Once you’ve decided that there’s a class of people it’s okay to do this to, there’s no clean line in the sand anymore, is there? Now chemical castration (or whatever fucked up shit you wanna bring into it) is an option on the table.
This is how fascists talk, this is how fascists think, and this is how fascists appeal to you to get what they want. Because once you’ve given them that inch, they can use it to take a mile.
Alan Turing (as in the Turing test) was chemically castrated following a conviction for “homosexual acts” in 1952. He committed suicide as a result.
He was also specifically charged because the court found his relationship with a 19-year-old to be especially “indecent” despite such relationships being legal between heterosexuals, so don’t try to say “oh, I only feel that way about pedophiles and creeps.” They will find a way to make you into a criminal, I promise.
See this? This is the trap. This is how they get you. You appeal to outrage and emotion, you make a bold statement like “sex offenders don’t have rights” and whip up that righteous anger, get people all thirsty for blood and punishment, right? And that’s their foot in the door. Once you’ve decided that there’s a class of people it’s okay to do this to, there’s no clean line in the sand anymore, is there? Now chemical castration (or whatever fucked up shit you wanna bring into it) is an option on the table.
This is how fascists talk, this is how fascists think, and this is how fascists appeal to you to get what they want. Because once you’ve given them that inch, they can use it to take a mile.
Alan Turing (as in the Turing test) was chemically castrated following a conviction for “homosexual acts” in 1952. He committed suicide as a result.
He was also specifically charged because the court found his relationship with a 19-year-old to be especially “indecent” despite such relationships being legal between heterosexuals, so don’t try to say “oh, I only feel that way about pedophiles and creeps.” They will find a way to make you into a criminal, I promise.
See this? This is the trap. This is how they get you. You appeal to outrage and emotion, you make a bold statement like “sex offenders don’t have rights” and whip up that righteous anger, get people all thirsty for blood and punishment, right? And that’s their foot in the door. Once you’ve decided that there’s a class of people it’s okay to do this to, there’s no clean line in the sand anymore, is there? Now chemical castration (or whatever fucked up shit you wanna bring into it) is an option on the table.
This is how fascists talk, this is how fascists think, and this is how fascists appeal to you to get what they want. Because once you’ve given them that inch, they can use it to take a mile.
Alan Turing (as in the Turing test) was chemically castrated following a conviction for “homosexual acts” in 1952. He committed suicide as a result.
He was also specifically charged because the court found his relationship with a 19-year-old to be especially “indecent” despite such relationships being legal between heterosexuals, so don’t try to say “oh, I only feel that way about pedophiles and creeps.” They will find a way to make you into a criminal, I promise.
Sylvia Riveras powerful speech against the exclusion of transgender people at the Gay Pride Rally NYC, 1973.
Transcript:
Y'all better quiet down! I’ve been trying to get up here all day for your gay brothers and your gay sisters in jail that write me every motherfucking week and ask for your help! And you all don’t do a goddamn thing for them! And they write STAR, not the woman’s group! They do not write women, they do not write men, they write to STAR! Because we’re trying to do something for them! But you all tell me to go and hide my tail between my legs! I will not put up with this shit! I have been beaten, I have had my nose broken, I have been thrown in jail, I have lost my job, I have lost my apartment for gay liberation, and you all treat me this way?! What the fuck’s wrong with you all?! Think about that! I believe in the gay power, I believe in us getting our rights, or else I would not be out there fighting for our rights, that’s all I wanted to say to you people. Come and see people at STAR House on Twelfth Street, the people that are trying to do something for all of us, and not men and women that belong to our white middle class club! And that’s what you all belong to! Revolution now! Gay power! Know the gay power!
I think it’s so important to hear her voice. Like literally, if you can, listen to her voice. Listen to her accent. Listen to that rasp that tells you how long she’s been shouting and how long she’s been crying. Listen to the Distortion from that microphone, listen to the sound from the crowd. Listen to how desperately she needs these people who left their homes and came out in the streets and risked their lives for Community she loves and tries to help, how much she needs him to listen to her for two God damn minutes. Realize this is her speaking to you literally half a century ago. It’s been 50 fucking years and some of y'all still aren’t listening.
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, “of course, it was AIDS then.” in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and “straight,” you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person’s face. “there was a time,” he says, “i’m not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend.” he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn’t make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
when i wrote this post, i didn’t expect very many people to read it. i figured it wasn’t the kind of thing people liked to read and reblog, but it was late at night, and i was remembering this person, and i was crying, and i had to write it out. so i did.
to this day no other post gets sent to me so often by friends who have encountered it as a repost on some other site. the idea that more than one hundred thousand people have read these words, and know this story now, and maybe feel as i did, is tremendously humbling and unbearably beautiful to me. even by accident, even just passing on a story that is not my own, i often think that it is the best thing i have ever done.
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, “of course, it was AIDS then.” in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and “straight,” you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person’s face. “there was a time,” he says, “i’m not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend.” he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn’t make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
when i wrote this post, i didn’t expect very many people to read it. i figured it wasn’t the kind of thing people liked to read and reblog, but it was late at night, and i was remembering this person, and i was crying, and i had to write it out. so i did.
to this day no other post gets sent to me so often by friends who have encountered it as a repost on some other site. the idea that more than one hundred thousand people have read these words, and know this story now, and maybe feel as i did, is tremendously humbling and unbearably beautiful to me. even by accident, even just passing on a story that is not my own, i often think that it is the best thing i have ever done.
“i don’t care if they make their whole way though uni with chatgpt” i think you guys are so internetpilled that you have forgotten there are actual jobs out there that require people to know what they are doing in any way possible or else people die
i know a lot of people study just to get paid well but girl this is engineering be for fucking real take this seriously
it’s a weird emotion when somebody goes “doesn’t this just shake you to your core and rewrite your dna and change who you are as a person” and your honest experience of it was that it was ok
“Fuck I’m going to get a bad grade in friendship media resonance”
There’s a reason the state starts by going after the people you refuse to respect
Fuckin iowa jesus christ. And fucking republicans in general
Please notice that the wording they use has shifted from “marriage between one man and one woman” to “marriage between one male and one female”. This is not a coincidence. GCs and terfs have no excuse to not see the blood on their hands.
i do think there should be more stories and shows and stuff about guys falling in love with butch women actually, i think that’d be a good thing. and not ‘this is as butch as twitter can handle’, i mean butch as can fucking be without apology, and making those boys weak in the knees about it. i think it’s great actually to have f/m romances that exist to break gender norms, too. i think it sucks that the only mainstream het romances that exist are either about women who are already feminine or with women who are just a little too scarily masculine and have to be fixed into being girlier. that’s shit.
It was said by Resmaa Menakem, and the full quote is: “Trauma decontextualized in a person can look like personality. Trauma decontextualized in a family can look like family traits. Trauma in a people can look like culture.”
This quote was taken from a podcast interview which Menakem participated in, which you can find here.
I highly recommend “My Grandmother’s Hands” for more of his thoughtful and nuanced words.
ooo ooo this feels like the same flavor of thing as that story about:
except that in the version i read, it was a guy asking the generations of women in a family why they cut off the ends, and the great grandma answered that it was because when she was young her family was so poor and didn’t have a big enough oven to fit the entire ham in
the point was that often if you go back far enough, the origin of bizarre, backwards and even harmful traditions/rules of society were often the result of people in that time period making the best of what they had, not because they thought it was the “right” way
the family in this story now has a big enough oven to fit the whole ass ham but its tradition to cut off the ends, its just how its done and the crazy part is that two fucking generations removed don’t even know why but they do it without questioning it because thats. how. we’ve. always. done. it.
so yeah i feel like this melds very nicely with the whole “Trauma in a people can look like culture” thing
So, like, this is going to heal very much like I’m boasting or something, but genuinely: this is why self-reflection and inventory-taking is so important. When we stop and ask ourselves “…why, though?” We can really start to deconstruct the things that don’t make sense for us.
A lot of the things I do in my life - or, more importantly, *don’t* do are explicitly because I have spent a fuckload of years doing personal inventory, thinking about “why am I doing this? Is this valid? Does this make sense to me to do?” And, subsequently, discarding shit that I think is dumb and doing shit other people might not because it is important *to me*
Came in to work today and one of the foremen greeted me with ‘theres our celebrity!’ Which is how I found out that everyone saw the news interview I did at our local pride.
I saw a lot of comments saying this is AI or it’s a 3D render with a real video background but it is actually real! The artist’s name is Damien Benetu and there are progress photos of this being made on his instagram! It’s a huge assembly that rotates the wires around 6 meters above it. Its name is “Variations in duality” and it looks even cooler in the dark.
Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.
Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.
Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.
Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE
Can comfirm, i am Quite Fat ™ but i still hit my punching bag hard enough last week make it touch the ceiling and broke a finger in the process
You know, I train with (martial arts) a bunch of dudes, and a few bodybuilders have showed up over the years.
And every damn one of those huge shredded motherfuckers has the endurance of a fucking newborn puppy. Fifteen minutes into warmups and they’re panting for air like like they’re about to die. I’ve sparred them and every one of them telegraphs their moves about two weeks in advance, and are slower than my dead grandpa because their huge useless muscles get in the damn way.
Now. I also work with a couple of guys who are not weightlifters. They do, however, do very physical jobs and are Big Dudes. Picture this sort of build.
No abs to speak of, a bit of a tummy, and those motherfuckers can pick up one of the weightlifters and throw them.
And they’re fast. Like, unfair fast.
Bodybuilding culture is bullshit. Embrace your status as a giant barbarian and if anyone gives you crap throw them off a mountain.
i love and support all strong, fat people
This time, I DO mean to post it.
Bodybuilders don’t lift to be able to do work, including sports, combat, or even really lifting heavy weights. They lift to make certain specific muscles look big and defined. That’s why they have no endurance, that’s why they have no body fat, that’s why they can’t spar or do farm labor, that’s why they have no flexibility, that’s why comparatively tiny rock climbers regularly make them look like fucking chumps in tests of useful strength like, oh, I dunno, actually holding onto a heavy thing for more than one second. That’s why über-jacked Marvel superhero like Chris Evans and Hugh Jackman and Kumail Nanjiani all complain about how dehydrated and on-the-verge-of-passing-out they have to be to look Like That on set. They lift for aesthetics, and that’s a fine reason to exercise if it’s what you want, but expecting bodybuilders to be able to pitch hay bales all day is not realistic because it’s not what they’ve trained for. Powerlifters and manual laborers (i.e. the functionally strong) don’t look like bodybuilders because functional strength is a result of prolonged full-bodied work to build an entire body’s worth of support rather than just focusing on the muscles competition judges will salivate over.
yeah, yeah, i know, academia is an evil bourgeois lair of useless elitist white cishet men writing self-congratulatory articles about nothing and groping their brilliant female students’ arses and so on and so forth, but occasionally, it is prudent to let some of those useless academics - plenty of whom are women and/or poc and/or lgbt nowadays, how shocking, and who’ve spent their lives learning EVERYTHING about a certain subject - explain a text or a concept to you, so that you don’t run around after with a wildly inaccurate understanding of smth like what ‘social construct’ means, or what Nietzsche was all about, or what Freud actually wrote or did or said, or inventing already invented strains of feminism, etc etc etc
oh, and while i’m at it - this whole “academia is useless” is a belief that the far-right ideology has been extremely fond of all throughout the last century or so. just saying.
viewing queer identities as “this is the label that makes me happy and feels most accurate now” rather than “this is who I am, was, and always will be” will definitely take the pressure off, friends. changing your mind is proof that you have one.
Iceland is fucking bizarre my name change made the news
Like just @ me at this point I’m literally the only person in iceland (and very possibly the world) who has the first name Lauf
(Article title reads “Lauf and Birningur in group of new names in the name register”)
No one lives here so now two of our biggest news outlets are vagueing about me lmao
Hmm you’re right. Correction: two of our biggest media outlets are talking about me specifically because they are obsessed with me
This morning I showed up to work and my boss was like “congratulations :))” and I was kinda confused so asked her on what and she said “your name, I heard about it on the radio”
So far I have counted two online articles and apparently the radio is also talking about my name change so I’ll keep you guys updated when I’m on national tv or something
With a little legwork we can make more people on Tumblr see this than the entire population of Iceland.
Iceland is fucking bizarre my name change made the news
Like just @ me at this point I’m literally the only person in iceland (and very possibly the world) who has the first name Lauf
(Article title reads “Lauf and Birningur in group of new names in the name register”)
No one lives here so now two of our biggest news outlets are vagueing about me lmao
Hmm you’re right. Correction: two of our biggest media outlets are talking about me specifically because they are obsessed with me
This morning I showed up to work and my boss was like “congratulations :))” and I was kinda confused so asked her on what and she said “your name, I heard about it on the radio”
So far I have counted two online articles and apparently the radio is also talking about my name change so I’ll keep you guys updated when I’m on national tv or something
With a little legwork we can make more people on Tumblr see this than the entire population of Iceland.
i logged on to twitter.com and saw somebody say “plutonium is fictional because it doesnt exist in nature”. which, one, i dont think is entirely true, im fairly certain trace amounts of plutonium exist in natural uranium deposits, and two, that is such a frankly wonderfully incorrect definition of fictional and im deeply intrigued by the implications. concrete is fictional. polyester doesnt exist
“I’m gonna butcher the pronunciation. I’m going to murder the pronunciation. I’m gonna lock up the pronunciation in a cellar and slowly beat it to death.”
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