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Inspiration for muzzled Sebbie?
It's spring, so heat and mating time!
Sebastian gets touchy feely and keeps trying to give you hickies and smooches to try and release his feelings as well as get you aroused (even doe he knows you have important work to do...)
He won't come and ask for help when you're free. It's always. When. You're. Working.
So what do we do to bad demons that can't learn to be patient or properly communicate their needs? We muzzle them. (Desensitisation too if you're okay with that)
Leash him. Tie him to the table and have a bar (idk what it's called) separate his legs permanently so he can't try to rub himself out. The only way he can get pleasure is try to hump your foot till he admits he's been bad, apologises and asks for help directly
Oooh!! This is so good!! (A spreader bar I think is what you’re talking about? It forces a subs legs apart and keeps them like that)
(ALSO I CANT BELIVE I HAVEBT DONE FOR DESENSITIZATION??)
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Sebastian (demon forms, teasing, nuzzling, basically underlining pet play, ed:ging, slight pact play, ruined org*sm (once), )
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Spring caused a lot of things to bloom, and you don’t mind when it comes the only thing you get annoyed by is your butler getting into his yearly heats. He couldn’t wait till you finish any work before he’s getting handsy, practically inhaling your scent as he whines about how badly he needs you.
You’ve spoiled him in the past really, you indulged him preavously during his heats and now he things you’ll drop everything you’re doing to stroke/blow him whenever he’s aroused. (Which is basically 24/7 with this horny demon’s heats) He oversteps boundaries, nipping and biting at any exposed skin he can get close to, leaving a ton of sharp, clearly in human bites around your wrist, neck and shoulders.
You had to wear scarfs when it’s 70 degrees out! It was so frustrating so you had to get a few ‘gifts’ to remind your dumb mutt his place. A pretty black muzzle, it would fit him perfectly and a bright pink collar and a matching leash! Even a little name tag for him (along with a phone number to call) to wear.
Before you were even in your house, Sebastian was on you, shoving you against the door, pressing his body right against you and leaning down to kiss you. You bring your free hand up to push him away, he quickly nips your hand and holds it firmly in a painfully sharp grip between his teeth.
You hiss in pain. “Let go.” You say firmly, you get a playful growl in response but he doesn’t let go until you make it an order. You glare at him as you bring the bag up to his eye level. He huffs and looks you over, seemingly not interested in the bags contents as he reaches to fondle your chest.
You grab the leash first, showing it to him. The clink of the tags and the leash get his attention and he stares at it for a second and shakes his head. “No, M-Master just, a hand?” He guides your free hand between his legs and you have to force his pact to stop him. You drag him in the house.
You snap the collar on and give the leash a firm yank, Sebastian in turn bows his head as he lets you pull him along. He whines as you drag him him to your kitchen. You notice the heavy boxes stacked on the table and without missing a beat, you tied Sebastian’s leash tightly. He looked at you like a kicked puppy, lightly tugging at the leash, the table moving as you step away. “Stop.” Your order forces him to freeze.
“M-Master, I cant r-reach you?” He ask in a confused tone. He tries to resist the pressure by rubbing his thighs together to stimulate his aching cock. You had just the item for this! You ordered him to strip (much to his delight) and grab a spreader and once he had kicked off his pants and undergarments, you spread his legs and lock it in place.
Unsurprisingly he was hard, making a mess. With a hushed tone, you speak clearly and slowly. “Don’t. Move. The. Table. That’s an order.” Sebastian groans and presses as far as he can without moving the table, when he reaches for you, you step just out of his range. A whimper escapes him, he claws the ground in frustration and uncomfortably sits on his heels, legs still forced apart. His cock bobbed and given how swollen it was and it was already dripping, you imagine how much it must ache when he can smell that this is arousing you as well.
Not to mention his heat, you can tell all he want is to just buck into you until he’s seeing stars, but now you won’t even let him touch you. “M-Master? I need you…why aren’t you…” He trailed off with a whine glancing between his cock and then to you. “Please?” He whines out.
His cock gives a few hopeful bobs before you step forward. You press a leg between his legs, watching him quickly buck up against your leg. You pull back before he even gets to touch you, earning a growl. “Bad boy!” You step out of his range right before he can grab you. To his embarrassment, his cock was drooling in anticipation, a small puddle of pre pooling between his legs.
“You cant take what you want. You are my dog. You only get what i give you, and you obey me. Be good, I’ll reward you, as your first punishment…” A grin spread across your face as you grab the last item in the bag. You are quick to put it in Sebastian, startling him enough that he didn’t struggle, seemingly not sure how to respond.
Once it clicked in place he seemed to snap out of his trance and you step back. To your amusement he shook his head first, but the muzzle didn’t come off, without being able to see the clasp, he cant easily get it off. He reaches up and feels the contraption on his face.
“Master…you’ve….m-muzzled me? I cant… bite you. I-I cant kiss-“ You force his head up to face you. Before you can speak, he pulls you down, nuzzling into your neck, you can feel his tongue drag over the bars to try and taste you. You growl at him.
“I order you to let go right now and sit like a good dog.” He releases you instantly and sits on his haunches. You step to the other half of the room before you release the order. He huffs and before he can do anything you add. “You are not to touch yourself, you are not to grab me, or touch me without permission.”
A whine escapes him as he listens to you. “And,” You add with a glare. “You need to learn self control…” You step forward, taking his cock into one hand, teasingly rubbing the head of it. You could see his entire body jolt as the pleasure shot through him. He bucks up instantly, but your hand lets go of his cock as soon as he moved.
“W-why..?” Sebastian whimpers out as his cock painful bobs in excitement. “I’ll be good, w-what am I supposed to do?”
You hum and reach down but stop short of his cock. “Don’t buck up when I touch you, if you want something, just tell me. I am sick of you bothering me at work, so today I’m training you.” Sebastian gave you a shocked look, a tremble goes through him at the authoritative tone you use on him.
“M-my heat! I-I can’t train l-like this! This is cruel!” He whines like you caught him stealing a cookie, not him dry humping you while you work. You lean down enough to be eye level with him.
“Higher stakes.” You half joke as your hand goes to his chest instead of cock, teasing his man hood with your other hand, avoiding the tip as you barely rub it between your fingers, intentionally putting too much pressure. “I don’t mind if you ask for it. Politely. But instead you bite me, leaving marks like a dog, so I’ll treat you appropriately. You can use your words when you’re ready to tell me what you want.”
You release his cock once more to his dismay. “You’re heat is going to make this more…intense for you. You only act up when you’re in heat too, so if I can get my dog to keep his bone tucked away whenever he smells his bitch, only then will I let him finish.” You glare at him and disgruntled whine in return.
“I’m not a dog-“ He tries to rub against anything, but in this position his cock can’t reach the floor without you noticing. His ‘bone’ throbbed in a attempt to get your attention, the tip bright red, looking like you had been torturing it…
He pauses, seeing you look down upon him, he can feel the power of your pact keeping him from releasing the agonizing tension between his legs…as much as he wants to fight…he just whimpers in response, tongue lulling out as he pants. “Please, my cock, touch me!” He sits up, almost like he’s presenting his cock to you.
You reach forward, lightly touching it, working it until you wrap a hand around it, you could feel it pulsing in your hand, but you didn’t move…you held his manhood their as he trembled, the pact preventing him from grabbing your hand, leaving it hovering above your hand. He growls in frustration, his teeth clear even with the muzzle, you let go of him and jump back just before there’s a change the in atmosphere.
His wings are out, trembling as his scarlet orbs desperately eye you. You watch him claw at the ground as he bears his teeth in frustration. “B-but I asked!” You nod, but don’t respond right away. “Master, it hurts! Please!” His wings flap desperately, leaving feathers to scatter.
When he sees the scowl on your face he freezes, and to your amusement, he bucks under your gaze and you hear the distinct sound of his cock smacking against his stomach. You let out a short laugh, watching his face turn red as he takes in the situation.
“Puppy,” You wait till he acknowledges you to continue. “You told me to touch you, so I did, you didn’t ask for me to help you, just for a touch.” Sebastian freezes and lets out a drawn out sight.
“Stroke m-my cock! I need you pleaseplease-“ He cries out as you tighten your hold of his throbbing shaft. You stroke him at a leisurely pace, watching the way his hips tremble as he tries to stay still. You barely have a grip on him, you don’t even move all the way to the tip with each stroke! “Please, please! Squeeze my cock! Stroke f-faster, p-please!”
His tone hurried, the ache between his legs worsening with each stroke. You know what he wants, but you’re dragging it out to drive a point home. You do show mercy this time though, hand speeding up and tightening more than he liked. Sebastian moans out a couple “Thank you!”s before he’s trembling.
“Close?” Sebastian nods, his man hood giving a heavy throb before you stopped and let go of him once more. Sebastian cries out, he couldn’t buck fast enough, he’s left trembling as you let him ruin his orgasm. You hear him near wheezing as he pulls on the collar, harder than he should, the table jerks forward and you see him try to get up to stop the boxes from falling, but the spreader causes him to lose his balance and practically bow in front of you. He glanced back to see a few of the boxes on the ledge, if he pulls again…you will definitely punish him if any of those fall…
When he turns back to you, he can see you’re think the same thing, he moves back to give his leash slack before putting his arms behind his back. His cock hung between his legs, still fully erect. “Master, I n-need you to stroke my cock. Please, let me cum! I want to feel good!”
You praise him and lean down, he meets you half way but with the muzzle, he cant kiss you. He let out a defeated whimper. “Muzzle off…please?” You eye him carefully.
“If you bite me once, I’ll leave you like this till tomorrow.” Sebastian whimpers but nods. To his confusion, you don’t touch him or take the muzzle off. Instead you shove your leg between his. You stand up straight and grin. “Hump my leg like a good dog, you can cum as much as you want on one condition.” Sebastian gives you his full attention, his manhood throbbing hard against your calf. “Admit you were a bad boy. Apologize.”
He whimpers and quickly caves. “I’m s-sorry, I’ve been bad, I need to cum please…” He’s bucking against your leg, you show him mercy and bounce your leg with every few thrust. You can feel that he’s close and you let him cum on your shoe, he collapses against you, too tired to support his own weight.
You step aside and he falls forward, dragging the table forwards, making the boxes fall with a loud thud….
Sebastian whimpers in response, he submissively bowed and apologized again with a tremble in his voice. “I-I’m s-sorry! I’m-I didn’t mean to…” You ruffle his hair but don’t punish him over it. Besides you can see his cock starting to come back to life, he’s gonna have to be good if he wants to finish again!
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flock-talk · 9 days
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I deserve to be bit, he didn’t even peck me all he did was hiss
Toto is way too gentle for this world
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fatecanberewritten · 1 year
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Oh! what a dreadful old world - of drudgery and beggary and debauchery and butchery - and we get used to it!
Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (transl. C. Donougher)
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doomspaniels · 2 years
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This week I got out a shot I needed to give Tristan and showed it to him (so he would know what to expect), and he got really upset. Ducked under the couch like he does when he thinks something is going to be awful. I put Gwyn in her room and just waited for him (only a few minutes, he wasn't trying to evade, just register a protest, which is totally acceptable)
When he did come up to me, I showed him the syringe again, tapped his back, lifted a tent of skin, gave him the subQ injection... he didn't have a problem with any of that. He was still bracing for the awful thing that he was afraid would happen. I told him he was done and he did the Tristan Happy Dance (bouncing straight up to tap my hands with his nose).
So if it wasn't the shot, what made him so upset? Tristan really, really dislikes being bodily restrained; I think that's probably what he was expecting. Something about the feeling is really upsetting to him, I have always thought it's probably related to the way his skin has just always been extremely sensitive. I had not realized *how* much of his dislike of vet visits is related to being held at all, rather than being manhandled by a relative stranger. I will have to work on that, see if we can desensitize the lil guy some.
For being very brave and approaching when he was dreading something, though, he got a rib bone (and of course Gwyn did too)
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chronicbeans · 11 months
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Hello!
I noticed your post talking about worrying of crossing the line with dark fanfics because they're considered as NSFW.
However, I believe you shouldn't worry about it, since WH itself is meant to be a dark storyline, as Clown said themselves. So I believe they meant the sexual content that wasn't okay, not the dark things.
Lot's of love! 💞💞
Thank you for sending love! Sending it right back at ya! 💕
I am pretty sure they meant lewd NSFW as well, I just like to be sure. I kinda want to put an explanation below the Read more, simply because it turned out longer than I thought lol.
TW: Desensitization to Dark Topics, Me Rambling and Probably Talking in Circles
I have a bit of a problem with being desensitized to a lot of dark themes due to the media I was exposed to as a kid, so I like to be careful when it comes to that stuff, due to me not necessarily being sure where the line between "okay" and "too far" is when it comes to things such a as violence, gore, crime and such (which I don't really see as a good thing, like some do. It can cause a lot of problems interacting with people irl). Basically, what a lot of people consider "dark content" might be seen as "meh" to me, and my version of it is more like "wtf omg this has come from the darkest depths of creation itself" to others around me. So, I have come to try my best to make sure not to overstep my boundaries by just kinda waiting until I can see how far I can go. Kind of like walking very slowly until you can see a do not cross line, then sprinting over to the line and standing right in front of it and chilling out. I could go further, but I make sure to respect the boundary because I know others won't be comfortable. I am sure there are a lot of people like me who are desensitized, but take no care in making sure they don't harm others with dark and disturbing content, so I want to be respectful and do what they don't. Which is, in my opinion, kinda just having basic decency in recognizing that different people have different tolerances.
I am not necessarily worrying everyday over it, I just know some people may not want their creations to be put into such situations. I have no real boundaries with my own creations, besides keeping the children out of lewd NSFW stuff because they are kids. So I just want to be safe due to my own problems detecting when I go too far and to be safe when it comes to other's boundaries regarding dark topics in general and the likes. I mean, I can always put my own, original characters through those sorts of topics, anyways. I don't need other people's creations to do so.
I do believe that Welcome Home will go into dark subject matter, but for right now, I will try to keep my own writings regarding to a bit lighter than I would usually write, both for the comfort of others and (possibly) the creator. I have seen some fans of Welcome Home mentioning that they are a bit uncomfortable with the writings of some fans because of them being too dark, but they are a small group from what I can tell. I still want to make them a bit more comfortable until more content comes out and shows how dark the original work is going to go (I am pretty sure that if it gets too dark for them, they might either stay in their own little bubble of light Welcome Home content or whatever, basically just moving away from the subjects that are too dark). Actually, I mainly am just waiting for more content so I can see how dark the original work is going to be and try to use that as a gauge of how dark I should go with my own writings for that fandom. I need to know where the line is to make sure I don't cross it.
I am happy that you are willing to show your concern about me possibly being too worried, though. Alongside the slight concern of Clown being uncomfortable with topics of fanworks being too dark, which I do believe is a lot less likely than their definition of NSFW mainly pertaining to lewd content, I mainly just want to make this place more safe for people who could be sensitive to topics I am not. It is a part of why some of my trigger warnings before some of my stories have either a bunch of warnings or a small amount. I am not necessarily sure what most people would consider as a triggering topic in fiction? Living my really early childhood with grimdark MLP, Creepypasta, Slasher Films, and more kinda blurred the lines. So, sitting back and using Welcome Home as a practice for writing lighter, but still unnerving content is a fresh thing. Or just fluff. Pretty recently it seems to be mostly fluff (I think?).
I hope you have a lovely day/night/whatever time it is where you are! You seem like a lovely person! Sending extra love just in case anyone actually bothered to read this far! ❤️💕❤️💕 I hope this doesn't seem too out of place compared to my other posts. I believe I made like... One other post possibly relating to this, but I have never really mentioned how it relates to my writing.
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fbwzoo · 1 year
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Getting our desensitization started so we're (hopefully) ready for July 4th! Second session and I have the sound loud enough that my half deaf ass can hear it now. Need to find one with some more of the big booms too, as we get some of those and they fuck with me & Addy too.
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pluralprompts · 1 year
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Prompt #146
"Huh," System A said, as they watched the ice creep closer. "That's probably not good."
Person B looked at them like they'd lost their mind. Which was a little rude, in System A's opinion – it wasn't their fault that they always underreacted to crises involving the battles between the heroes and villains of this city. That fault lies with said heroes and villains for having so many damn battles that they lost their emotional impact on people. Seriously, did they have to battle so damn ofte–
It was at that moment that one of their headmates politely reminded them that if they stayed where they were, they were probably going to end up frozen.
"Oh, right. Thanks, Headmate C. Ready to go?"
This question was aimed at Person B, who had yet to stop staring at them with that judgy expression. If anything, they somehow added a grimace to it.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes. Here we go!"
Thirty seconds later, System A was jumping out the window while carrying Person B bridal style, Person B was screaming their head off, and some hero was getting thrown through the building they'd just escaped.
Yep. Just a normal day in the city.
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trauma-culture-is · 1 year
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(oddly specific childhood) Trauma culture is being so used to being in bad situations that you have no idea what to do when things aren't bad. Like I'm just so used to receiving passive or even active death threats that to me it's bizarre that that isn't just a thing that happens.
Most people never experience that, and I struggle being around those people because to me it's absolutely normal. What do you mean no one has ever tried killing you? What do you mean there isn't an average age when someone gets their first near-death experience?
❤‎
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misanthropic-wolf666 · 9 months
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I see hell everyday
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jared-crystal · 10 months
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The Desensitizing Effect of Boxing: Reflecting on the Impact
Introduction:
Boxing, often deemed the "sweet science," is a sport that has captivated audiences for centuries. It combines physical prowess, strategic thinking, and an unwavering determination to succeed. As a boxer, I have been involved in the sport for several years, and while it has undoubtedly shaped me as an athlete, I cannot deny the desensitizing effect it has had on me. In this blog, I want to delve into my personal experience and explore the conflicting emotions I've encountered regarding the impact of my actions on my opponents.
The Art of Boxing:
Boxing is not just about throwing punches; it requires discipline, technique, and mental fortitude. The training regimen is intense, focusing on honing physical abilities, increasing endurance, and perfecting the execution of various punches and defensive maneuvers. It is in this controlled environment that I have learned to compartmentalize my emotions, detaching myself from the potential consequences of my actions.
Desensitization: A Double-Edged Sword:
Over time, boxing has desensitized me to the physicality of inflicting harm on another human being. The repetitive nature of training, sparring, and even competing has made it easier to detach myself from the reality that I am hurting another person. While this may be advantageous within the confines of the ring, it raises questions about the ethical implications of my actions.
The Struggle with Conscience:
As a boxer, I am acutely aware of the responsibility I bear towards my opponents. While I don't actively seek out fights outside the ring, I cannot ignore the fact that my actions as a boxer contribute to a culture that glorifies violence. It is a constant struggle reconciling my passion for the sport with the awareness that I am, in essence, physically and emotionally hurting someone.
Empathy: A Key Element:
Acknowledging this conflict has led me to cultivate a deeper sense of empathy towards my opponents. Before each match, I remind myself that my opponent is also a person with dreams, aspirations, and loved ones. This conscious effort to humanize my opponents helps me maintain a level of respect and empathy, even in the heat of competition.
Promoting Sportsmanship and Respect:
As a boxer, I believe it is crucial to advocate for sportsmanship and respect within the sport. By actively encouraging fair play, acknowledging the humanity of our opponents, and promoting the importance of mental and physical well-being, we can create a culture that values the sport's essence rather than solely focusing on the violence it entails.
Conclusion:
Boxing has undeniably desensitized me to the physicality of violence, but it has also taught me the importance of empathy and respect. While I grapple with the ethical implications of my actions, I am committed to promoting a culture of sportsmanship and compassion within the boxing community. By acknowledging the impact of our actions on others, we can strive to ensure that the sport remains a platform for growth, self-improvement, and healthy competition.
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vanx-97 · 8 months
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Who is there to trust when we don't trust ourselves?
How can we keep a secret when there'a no one left to tell?
If everyone's in pain who will come to help?
How do we know who we are when we wanna be someone else?
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iamdarthbader · 1 year
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Why are conversations about desensitization always about preventing people from consuming enough content to desensitize them and not actually making the world a better place?
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panic-whump · 2 years
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Aftermath
Tw: child whumpee, starvation mention, parental whumper, (ask me to add more)
“Mother,” It wailed at the closed door, “Mother please, it’s sorry!”
The door remained stubbornly shut, as it had since it was thrown in this bright, little room. At first, it sat there, still and silent and perfect, just like Mother would want it to. But as hours turned into what felt like days, it began to cry. 
It clawed at the door uselessly, only rubbing its fingers raw and bloody against the metal. It tried to kick it, to no avail. Now, though, it just sat there, head pressed pitifully against its own bloody marks on the door.
Days passed, and Thyme was still trying to calm everything down. 
After her--that stupid experiment ruined things, her project was threatened with being shut down, all funding cut off. Unless she could find a way to fix it. She had managed to convince her investors to give her that much. Just more time, just enough to fix things.
She’d already begun on the next batch of Skinwalkers, growing in their test tubes. She altered their makeup so, in theory, they would be less aggressive and more obedient. That was the hope, at least. 
There was only one way to see if that was the case, though, and that would have to wait for them to be done developing. Another month or so, if she really pushed it.
Thyme let out a long-suffering sigh, sinking into her chair. She still needed to teach Zero a lesson in obedience, but there had just been no time as of late.
Maybe this could be its lesson. I’ll go get it when things calm down.
Zero stopped feeling hungry.
At first, it felt like its insides were trying to eat each other, but that died away after some time. It just laid there, curled in front of the door, the bright white light chasing away any concept of time it may have had. 
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d3epfriedangels · 2 years
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Me: drawing a bloodied, freshly decapitated head with drying blood and greasy hair
Also me: im not THAT desensitised to gore, come on
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fruitless-vain · 1 year
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In which fireworks mean nothing so long as French fries are available
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borealisthegreat · 2 years
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reblog if you’re a gen z with no feelings
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