I Never Have & Never Will Understand This Line Of Thinking. Whether The Person They're Hating On Is Real

I just wanna let the few followers that I have know about this asap.

TUMBLR IS RE-ACTIVATING SAFE MODE!

This is essentially a shadow-ban on the entire NSFW blogging community.

If you run a NSFW blog, you will soon notice that your audience has dropped substantially.  You cannot prevent this from happening, but if you prepare your followers for the forced “safe-mode” change, you can reduce the impact.  

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Doing my part by reblogging.

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

Jade just wanted to watch the world burn & this was the most brilliant way to do it.

4k Follower Special

In which (Y/n) decides to perform at the Mostro Lounge to earn some money for renovating Ramshackle.

The song she has chosen? Dear Future Husband.

And rumours say that tickets are sold out.

Idea by @vallison-rea

"Is my superstar for the evening ready?"

Azul's excited voice rang through the changing room you currently occupied. The sound of the door being closed gently and his footsteps padding against the floor caused you to turn around and shoot him a small smile as soon as you lay eyes on him. Despite the anxiety that simmered in the depths of your stomach, the excitement that rushed through your veins left you unable to sit still — much to Grim's dismay, who was currently doing your make-up.

A restless huff escaped your lips when Azul appeared behind you, his gloved hands resting on your shoulders. His eyes watched you through the mirror in front of you as he waited for your answer.

Taking in a deep breath, you exclaimed, "Yes, I am—" Yet, the grin on your face disappeared when suddenly, a cloud of dust enveloping your head caused you to break down into coughs. Once the air cleared up, you found your cat companion grinning at you innocently, his paws smeared full with make-up. You shot him a glare. "Grim, that's enough powder!"

The cat monster waved you off and instead began dusting you with perfume. "Yada, yada... one can never wear enough make-up!" he muttered while drawing a lipstick from behind his back, causing you to swipe it out of his hands and firmly plant it on the table before he could cause further trouble.

Behind you, Azul let out a chuckle of amusement. "Are you nervous?" he asked and tilted his head to the side teasingly.

The corners of your lips trembled at his question. "Kind of—"

"You shouldn't be," he cut you off briskly, his eyes full of confidence as his gaze growing more intense. You gulped and sank into your seat, feeling the pressure on you growing, as did his grip on your shoulders. But before he could hurt you, he removed his hands and crossed them behind his back, a charming smile on his face. "Just give it your all. All the seats are sold out, and we wouldn't want to disappoint the customers, no?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Yes, Azul..." A hum of satisfaction escaped his lips, and he turned around to leave you to your own devices. Yet, another matter that lingered in the back of your mind still wouldn't leave you be. So, before he could walk through the door, you suddenly piped up, "I'll get the money immediately after the show is over, won't I?"

The merman came to a halt, then slowly turned around to nod. "As promised, dear. As promised."

Satisfied with his answer, you averted your gaze to the mirror in front of you again, not noticing as Azul remained in the door frame, his arms crossed and his statue leaning against the frame.

Grim, who had been quietly rolling a lipstick between his paws so far, turned his attention to you and grabbed your hands with his paws. "Now, go out there and get us that money! I'm sick of sleeping on that dusty old mattress..." he exclaimed, his eyes full of high expectations. You were about to wave him off in mild annoyance, but were stunned into silence when his usually so boisterous blue eyes revealed a sheen of worry. "But— But! Beware of those simps, alright? Come back in one piece."

His genuine concern caused a smile to appear on your lips. "Don't worry about it, Grim. They're harmless," you muttered under your breath while patting his head.

Yet, the worry that laced his face still wouldn't disappear. "They better be," he growled, "or else the great Grim is going to tear their heads off!"

Before you could assure him that everything would be alright, Azul interrupted the moment by exclaiming, "Alright, now— showtime!" Without even waiting for a reply from your side, he pulled you out of your chair with the excitement of a child and led you down the hallway that led to the backstage area of the lounge.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes in amusement, practically being able to see Madol signs in his eyes.

Azul came to a halt just behind the curtains, where Jade was already waiting to press a microphone into your trembling hands. Both of them wished you good luck before retreating, leaving you on the dark stage all by yourself. Behind the curtains, you could already hear murmurs and whispers — you gulped at the thought of how many people must be be on the other side.

Suddenly nervous, you gazed down at yourself and smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on your (F/c) dress. And just as you were sure you had eliminated the last flaw of your gown, the curtains began to move aside; the brightness of the lights turning on at the same time almost blinded you. Simultaneously, someone announced, "We present you now: (Y/n), Prefect of Ramshackle, performing the song 'Dear Future Husband'!" You recognised that voice as Jade's.

Once your eyes got used to the blinding lights, you realised just how many students were seated in front of you — so Azul hadn't exaggerated when he said that tickets for the show were sold out. You were even able to discern some familiar faces at the tables. Your knees suddenly grew weak, but determination flooded your thoughts when the music began to play from the speakers attached all around the lounge.

So, taking on last breath, your eyes then shot open, determined to give them their money's worth.

"Dear future husband, here's a few things you'll need to know if you wanna be~" you began softly while making your way towards the staircase that led down to the tables. If Azul wanted you to put on a show, then you would gladly fulfill his wish. Still clutching the microphone tightly in your hands, you ventured over to the closest table. "My one and only all my life~"

Your eyes fell on a familiar ginger-haired Heartslabyul student, who seemed to be recording a video of you. You sauntered over to him and shot him a wink, smiling right into the camera. "Take me on a date! I deserve a break~" Cater laughed along, as carefree as usually, and zoomed in when you blew him a kiss. "And don't forget the flowers every anniversary," you finished before moving on again.

Cater was grinning to himself as he lowered his phone and began furiously typing in hashtags. "#worthit, #everyonesgonnabejealous, #azulisagenius." Then, in utter satisfaction, he posted the video to his MagiCam account.

Your next victim sat right next to him, a fellow Heartslabyul member — good old Trey. A little chuckle escaped his lips when you grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "'Cause if you'll treat me right, I'll be the perfect wife," you sang and made him spin you around, as if dancing a waltz. "Buying groceries— Buy-buying what you need." Before you parted again, he was sly enough to press a kiss to your knuckles.

The gesture caught you off-guard at first, but you quickly regained your composure after a few giggles. With a heavy heart, you removed your hand from his and continued along your way.

Ruggie came into view, and he looked excited when he noticed that your attention lay on him. So, once your free hand came down to rest on his shoulder, he began snickering, like he always did. "You got that 9 to 5," you chanted while playfully kneading his tense shoulder with your hand, drawing a relieved sigh from his lips. "But, baby, so do I~" A disappointed frown grew on his face when you removed your hand and sauntered away.

"So don't be thinking I'll be home and baking apple pies." A chuckle escaping your lips, you booped Epel's nose, who let out an annoyed grumble at your gesture. You couldn't help but swoon when an adorable pout appeared on his face, which served to only irritate him even further.

Your eyes roamed the room for your next subject — and they landed on Jamil. The poor Scarabia student sank into his seat and pulled the hood over his face when he noticed you approaching. But his attempt to disappear was fruitless with how you nonetheless wrapped an arm around him and put your chin on his head. "I never learned to cook," you sang, swearing that you could feel him tremble beneath you. "But I can write a hook, so sing along with me." Eventually, you took pity on the poor boy, and since Floyd — who sat next to him — seemed so eager to have you around him next, you let Jamil be.

Just as you got into the near vicinity of Floyd, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his lap, much to your surprise. Nonetheless, you appreciated that his hold on you was loose enough to allow you to breathe properly and to escape should you want to. So, smiling, you chanted, "Sing-sing along with me, hey!" And indeed, Floyd hummed along, very reminiscent of a young child — but when he flashed his sharp teeth to you, you sank into yourself in fear.

A nervous smile on your face, you unwrapped yourself from his grasp and rose to your feet again. The second-year made a few attempts of grabbing you again, but you managed to evade his swipes and simply continued on your way through the tables.

"You gotta know how to treat me like a lady," you sang while intentionally bumping against Leona. "Even when I'm acting crazy." The beastman shot you an annoyed look, followed by an amused scoff.

Next to the dorm leader sat Jack, whose fluffy white hair you ruffled. "Tell me everything's alright~" you continued and hurried away before he could send you a threatening glare. The poor wolf remained frozen in his seat, his cheeks tinted a dark red.

As you walked past the Diasomnia table, you shot Sebek a wink, knowing his reaction would be hilarious. "Dear future husband, here's a few things you'll need to know if you wanna be~" you sang, accompanied by a few giggles. "My one and only all my life~" And indeed, the poor half-fae turned beet red, a series of stuttered insults escaping his lips.

Malleus' eyes were filled with hidden yearning as you seemed to walk right past him, but the pout on his face actually managed to make you turn around and approach him again. "Dear future husband, if you wanna have a special night walk," you cooed and patted his hand that openly lay on the table, fearing that a more daring gesture would get you killed by a certain retainer of his. "Tell me I'm beautiful each and every night." The dragon fae nodded eagerly and watched you intensely as you disappeared into the crowd again.

When you reappeared behind Epel and put a hand on his shoulder, a startled yelp escaped his lips. He sat there, frozen — unwilling to move his upper body left and right along with you to tye rhythm. "After every fight, just apologise. And maybe then I'll let you try and rock my body right," you sang jokingly, unable to take yourself seriously, resulting in a series of chuckles escaping your lips.

When you distanced yourself from Epel's table again, his eyes were filled with utter confusion. He even turned to Rook for help, but the hunter was busy laughing his soul out, especially when he gazed into the first-year's lost eyes.

"Even if I was wrong. You know I'm never wrong," you cooed and wrapped an arm around Deuce and Ace each. "Why disagree? Why, why disagree?" They nodded along to your singing, laughing and smiling as they always did. Deuce looked mildly nervous with how close you stood to him, and a relieved sigh escaped his lips when you removed your arms again and skipped off into the centre of the lounge.

"You gotta know how to treat me like a lady, even when I'm acting crazy~" you sang and twirled around in circles. The adrenaline pumped through your veins, and you were having the time of your life despite the doubts you had been plagued with earlier. "Tell me everything's alright~" Completely caught in the moment, you would have bumped against a table, if it weren't for an occupant of that particular table jumping up and catching you beforehand.

A gasp escaped your lips at how close of a call it had been. You soon where propped to your feet again by your saviour, who was none other than Lilia. You shot him a grateful smile. "Dear future husband, here's a few things you'll need to know if you wanna be~" you continued smoothly, all the while looking him deep in the eyes. For a moment, only the ancient fae and you seemed to exist. "My one and only all my life~" A charming grin flashed across his face when you bid him a goodbye with a curtsy.

Your eyes were fixated on Vil, your mind rumbling about what to do with him. Touching him in any way was a no-go — he would snap at you for bringing his hair, clothes, or make-up out of order. So, you simply shot him a wave, at which he quirked an eyebrow. "Dear future husband, make time for me," you sang, the lyrics causing his lips to quirk up in amusement. "Don't leave me lonely~" He waved you off, chuckling.

With Rook on the other hand, you decided to go all out. "And no, we'll never see your family more than mine!" you continued while grabbing his signature hat and lowering it onto your own head. Laughing, you struck a few poses with it.

A playful gasp escaped the hunter's lips, his face contorted into an expression that spoke of adoration. The way his amused green eyes seemed to hold you in place made it difficult for you to turn around and walk away, but you eventually managed to tear your gaze away from him, much to his disappointment. Unable to refrain from giggling, you returned the hat to its rightful owner.

Your feet somehow carried you back to the Diasomnia table, where you approached the only sleeping occupant, who managed to not be disturbed by all the noise around him somehow — Silver. You nudged his shoulder, causing him to fall into Lilia, who seemed amused by the whole situation. "I'll be sleeping on the left side of the bed," you cooed and shot Silver a wink when he awoke from his slumber. Due to how disoriented he seemed, it looked like he didn't have the faintest clue of what was happening.

"Open doors for me and you might get some kisses~" you sang as you walked past Jade, making sure to wiggle your eyebrows at him jokingly. The gesture caused a little chuckle to escape his lips.

"Don't have a dirty mind," you cooed and booped Kalim's nose. "Just be a classy guy." With how innocent the Scarabia dorm leader was, he began laughing and cheering for you as you continued to the next table.

There, you found your next victim — Azul. A grin occupied your face when you looked him dead in the eyes and sang, "Buy me a ring. Buy-buy me a ring, babe." You held your free hand out to him, causing him to chuckle in amusement. His eyes watched you intensely while you skipped to the adjacent table.

Riddle sat there, and his face already had turned red without you even doing anything — just looking at him and winking was enough to make his cheeks become as red as his hair. "You gotta know how to treat me like a lady, even when I'm acting crazy." Giggling, you bowed deeply — just like you had seen Deuce often do, but this time, the gesture held a teasing connotation to it. "Tell me everything's alright~" When you straightened your back again, you found steam of embarrassment coming out of the dorm leader's ears.

Proud of yourself, you carried on — your sights set on the floating tablet in a shadowy corner. "Dear future husband, here's a few things you'll need to know if you wanna be~" you chanted while drawing a heart onto the screen of the tablet with your index finger. "My one and only all my life!" No sound came out of the tablet's speakers, but you swore you could hear a sound akin to some wires short-circuiting.

The end of the song was nearing, and for that, you hurried back to the stage. Once having arrived there, you finished, "Future husband, better love me right~" Your voice rang through the large lounge, and you put every ounce of your remaining energy into the grand finale.

Eventually, the music came to a halt and faded out into silence. Your chest heaving up and down, you opened your eyes to find everyone frozen in their seats. Yet, that quickly changed, and the quietness that used to envelop the lounge quickly turned into defeaning applause. Students rose from their seats and clapped and cheered their souls out.

"Thank you, thank you!" you cried out happily and bowed.

Students threw roses onto the stage, causing a large smile to appear on your lips. Careful not to pick up a rose with a thorny stem, you grabbed the one that lay by your feet and twirled it between your fingers. By then, the applause had faded out, and everyone was watching you again, as if they had been enchanted.

"That was (Y/n) with 'Dear Future Husband'," the announcer piped up. "But one question remains: who will be her dear future husband?"

"Me!" almost everyone yelled out at once.

Your heart sank in dread when the guests all began glaring at one another, some expressing their hostility more openly than others. That was the moment you realised: you had messed up.

Lilia in the 2nd panel has me absolutely deceased. Not even the 3rd panel has gotten me as much as the previous one.

it’s been another bad art week, so here’s a bunch of even rougher than usual doodles that I’m probably not going to do anything else with :U

there’s lots of other stuff I should probably be drawing instead, but honestly, I just wanna make dumb twst jokes right now. sorry!

TW: Blood

POV GN Reader

A Yandere Malleus comic I made for Halloween

(Thank you so much to the anon who requested Yandere Malleus too💕 I accidentally deleted the ask LMAO😭)

This post just proves that Tumblr NEEDS to add a search filter in the liked posts page.

I honestly love this! It puts me in a good mood as I'm starting my winter intersession classes.

In which Grim's bragging causes the whole school to become aware of (Y/n)'s amazing cooking skills — to the point where everyone wants to try her cooking now.

Request by @azureflame.

"(Y/n) always cooks for me! And her food is delicious, too!"

Grim had his chest puffed out when Ace and Deuce leaned across the table to take in the delicious smell wafting over to them. Their eyes were glossed over, and they looked like mindless zombies when they were about to instinctively grab the lunch box he held in his paws. Luckily, the cat monster managed to jump out of their way before they could steal his lunch.

That's when the duo snapped out of their trances again, being pulled back into reality by the loud chattering and noises within the cafeteria.

Ace looked down at his stomach to find it rumbling, which didn't go away when he looked at the dreary cafeteria food. His eyebrows furrowed in exasperation, he cried out, "(Y/n) makes you food, Grim?"

The cat monster nodded in happiness as he pulled out a fork you had given him and threw it over his head. As if he would ever use cutlery with these paws of his. Instead, he grabbed the entire box and dug his face into it, causing his two Heartslabyul friends to shy away in disgust. "Yeah! She always says I have to eat a lot if I want to become the greatest mage of all one day!" he murmured after he had finished the rice with tuna. Yet, green bits of vegetables remained, and he eyed them in dismay. "Until then, I have to eat my daily portions of broccoli..."

A fond smile appeared on Deuce's face. "My mom always made me eat broccoli, too..."

Ace punched Deuce's shoulder before raising his hands into the air proudly. "Deuce and I are big boys now." Then, he sent Grim a sly grin and crossed his arms. "No one is forcing us to eat vegetables."

Deuce let out a huff, rolling his eyes. "Riddle always tells you to eat your carrots though—"

"Shut up. Grim doesn't need to know that," Ace hissed while whacking Deuce over the head. As the blue-haired teen rubbed his head in pain, his other friend turned to the cat monster again, the arrogant grin quickly having dissolved into something akin to desperation. "Anyway, can we try her cooking? Just out of curiosity, of course."

Grim, after having swallowed the broccoli, nodded. "Sure! I'm sure she'll whip something up for you two easily."

"Count us in."

The three boys slowly turned their heads into the direction where that voice had come from, only to find all the dorm leaders and standing by the end of their table, all of their eyes focused on the cat monster and the empty lunch box in his paws. Immediately, panic became evident in the three first-years' eyes, all of them fearing that they would be punished for some misdemeanor again.

"Huh—?" Grim choked out nervously. "When did you guys get here?"

Leona waved him off and yawned. "I'm not sure if the herbivore's food is better than what Ruggie usually gets me, but if meat is involved, then I'm in," he murmured, not waiting for a reply before he turned around and returned to his table, where he put plugs into his twitching ears before nestling his head into his arms to take a nap.

"But—" the cat monster tried to protest, but was cut off by another dorm leader.

"Are her tarts as good as Trey's?" Riddle asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Cater's eyes shone in excitement as he turned to his dorm leader and grabbed him by the shoulders. "I can see it happening already: The Great Bakeoff: Twisted Wonderland Edition!" he cried out in happiness before turning around and dragging Riddle away. "Oh— that's gonna bring in so many views!"

Grim's ears were starting to hurt with how many people were talking at once, and none of them seemed to pay him any attention, too! So this must be how you felt all the time when spending time with Deuce, Ace, and him.

"Would she be interest in working at the Mostro Lounge as a cook?" Azul asked with a little grin on his face, already counting the Madol he would make in his head.

Grim bared his teeth at him. "Back off, she's my cook!"

"I pay well."

Grim's aggressiveness immediately vanished and was replaced by a smile. "Alright, you can have her!"

"Oh— oh!" Kalim butted in and took the cat's paws into his. "Do you think she can make curry?"

"I think so—"

Squeals of excitement escaped Kalim's lips. "What splendid news! Please ask her to make me something, too. But put a lot of spices into it! I don't like bland food... and a lot of people from the other dorms tend to only add salt and pepper to their food, sadly."

Vil tilted his head to the side. "How about smoothies?" he asked, to which Grim couldn't help but nod in disgust. So many times had he tried your weight-loss smoothies, but nothing could beat regular tuna. The Pomefiore dorm leader seemed satisfied with his answer. "Add me to the list of orders, please."

"Wait, it's a list already—?" A frustrated huff escaped the cat's throat. "Help, I can't keep track of everything!"

"Don't worry, I got the whole conversation recorded. I can send it to you later," it came from the floating tablet, Idia's frail voice ringing out from the speakers. "As for me... c-could (Y/n) make me... make me..." He trailed off, the gap growing longer and longer as he tried to think of something. Yet, when his mind became completely blank, he cried out in defeat and embarrassment. "By the Great Seven, why must I always be like this when ordering?!"

When Malleus stepped up behind Grim, the cat monster felt every hair on his body stand up in something akin to fear. "If I may," Malleus began, his large shadow looming over the shaking cat, "can I ask for my Child of Man to make me something sweet?"

That was enough — too many people trying to talk to him at once. A scowl on his face, Grim jumped up from his seat and climbed onto the table to wave his short arms around in the air. Much to his luck, he was able to draw everyone's attention, causing them to quiet down and look at him expectantly. Taking a deep breath, Grim began, "You know what." A mischievous smile made it's way to his lips. "You can all get your food— for a certain price."

"How many Madol do you want?" Azul asked while pushing his glasses up.

The grin on the cat monster's face grew at that question. "No, no. The great Grim doesn't deal in Madol," he exclaimed and clapped his hands together. "He deals in tuna cans!"

Omg! Thank you so much for this! I love it!

Well since requests are open, may I request prompts 2 & 8 with Yandere Malleus? He courts her & asks if she wants to be his queen, to which she says yes. He's ecstatic about this, but he later learns that this was because she was scared of him hurting anyone, especially her friends.

Koko ni Iru

You could never get used to this. Not really. As flattering as it was to have countless of dresses and jewelry right under your fingertips, it came with a certain expectation. A responsibility to repay all the money spent on your clothes and accessories alone, and you hadn’t even counted other special yet conditional treatments you received.

Because a stranger, especially an alien like you, didn’t deserve this kind of wealth. Let alone ruling myriads of dark creatures and humans.

“You look gorgeous, darling.”

You gasped softly and tensed when a pair of arms enveloped you from behind. Just like how you could never truly get used to being a queen, you weren’t used to being the recipient of Malleus’ affection too. It just felt… wrong. Sure, you loved him, but as a friend! He was this awkward gentleman that you couldn’t help but adore, and you even sacrificed half of your resting time just to meet him at night.

So, then, why did he have to break your trust? Why did he have to hurt you with his feelings? Why did you have to suffer for your kindness?

“Thank you.”

You toyed with the emerald pendant on your neck. Sometime after your friendship had fully established, Malleus began to give you lots of presents. Clothes, jewelry, and occasionally small services like fixing the holes on the ceiling. There were also times when he brought you strange yet magical things that worth more than your life. The latter reminded you of a cat sometimes, and that was perhaps one of your mistakes; believing he was as harmless as a cat.

Because even a cat wasn’t without its claws.

Except he didn’t scratch you. He would never scratch you, but your friends weren’t an exception. And if let loose, he might attack other people too. That was why you agreed with this arrangement. Another reason was to repay your debt for accepting his gifts, because no matter how generous he was as a friend, he was still a fae and you couldn’t trust a fae.

“What are you thinking about?”

Many, many things. Things that you couldn’t fully tell him even if you tried, because that meant you’d have to suffer more and you weren’t ready for it.

“… Just the future.”

“Aw… are you scared?” he chuckled in your ear and leaned forward even more until he rested his chin on your shoulder. His hand stroked your cheek, and had you were in a different situation, you would’ve closed your eyes blissfully and melted at his touch. “Don’t fret. Everything will be fine. We will have a big family and we will have our own happy ending.”

You gripped his arm. Happy ending… did it even exist? You’d always known that you’d be stuck in Twisted Wonderland forever, what’s with Crowley disappointing you over and over again, but it hadn’t truly dawned on you until Malleus forced you to marry him. Still, life was infinitely better when you had your friends beside you.

Not in here, where you sat on the dressing table clad in a royal attire that was too heavy and too thick and too crushing. Not in here, where your other seniors became guards and protected you against anything and anyone who harmed or saved you. Not in here, where your husband and captor cradled you from behind like vines that sprouted from the tower.

And although you did this for the sake of your friends, it didn’t mean you weren’t sad.

“Don’t cry. Tears don’t suit you.”

Unknowingly, a tear slipped from your lash and Malleus quickly wiped it away. A trace of white powder clung to his gloved finger like a stain, a drug he’d gladly consume over and over again if it meant he could drown in the euphoria of love. Of what he thought was love.

Or perhaps he’d always known it wasn’t love, but choose to ignore it instead. After all, why should he concern himself with the semantics? You were here, and that was all mattered.

“You’ve been doing so well, after all. And I hate to see you in anything other than a smile. So, for the sake of your friends…”

Slowly, you raised your head.

“Won’t you smile for me, my love?”

And smile, you did.

For the sake of your friends.

Pokemon Type Pokeball Pins made by DarkGaming

This is so good! I hope to see more in the future.

so uhhh I don’t normally get the Animatic Urge, but for some reason I really wanted to do this little bit from 6-37! there’s not really a punchline or anything, I just…inexplicably felt like drawing this scene (by which I mean the first little bit of this scene, minus a few lines for ~streamlining~ and the sake of not spending forever on it).

it was gonna be just for me but, eh, it’s hardly the most pointless thing I’ve ever posted, now you can enjoy(?) it too! 👍