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My life and my family's life is in your hands
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UNREAL UNEARTH 𖤓 EVENT
so I recently saw Hozier himself live, and it's safe to say it changed the trajectory of my life! in honour, i'm doing 10 days of fics, over the month of december, based on a few of my favourite songs, so check them out to see what intrigues you!
let me know what drivers you would like to see with which songs, all of which are listed below the cut. I will answer your requests with the fic!
DAY 1 ; JACKIE AND WILSON .ᐟ feat. Oscar Piastri
She's gonna save me, call me "baby" Run her hands through my hair She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily Better yet, she wouldn't care
DAY 2 ; TOO SWEET .ᐟ feat. Max Verstappen
But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate The rest of you like you're the TSA I wish I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong
DAY 3 ; DINNER AND DIATRIBES .ᐟ feat. Oscar Piastri
I knew it from the first look of The look of mischief in your eyes I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me What you'd do to me tonight
DAY 4 ; IT WILL COME BACK .ᐟ feat. driver
It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you Oh, please, give me mercy no more
DAY 5 ; LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO .ᐟ feat. driver
Why were you digging? What did you bury Before those hands pulled me From the earth?
DAY 6 ; ANGEL OF SMALL DEATH AND THE CODEINE SCENE .ᐟ feat. driver
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet
DAY 7 ; FRANCESCA .ᐟ feat. driver
If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again, If I could hold you for a minute
DAY 8 ; ALMOST .ᐟ feat. driver
I got some colour back She thinks so too I laugh like me again She laughs like you
DAY 9 ; MOVEMENT .ᐟ feat. driver
You are a call to motion There, all of you a verb in perfect view Like Jonah on the ocean When you move, I'm moved
DAY 10 ; WORK SONG .ᐟ feat. driver
When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her
are you asking why?
our father, who art in chicago,
we used to have more pt. 3 | oscar piastri, pato o’ward
part 1 part 2
pairing: oscar piastri x reader, hints at pato o’ward x reader
summary: while working at indycar, you found yourself growing closer to a certain mclaren driver, but those plans get interrupted when you have to get back home and oscar drops a bomb on you
fc: different girls from pinterest
warnings: some more inaccurate work dynamics, this is mainly text messages <3 sorry <3 i got carried away
a/n: work and school have been keeping me very busy this past few days, but i hope you’ll enjoy this part! tysm for all the support, i really really appreciate it ❤️🩹
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username i’m being delusional and taking this as a sign that she’ll go to the grand prix in austin and all the f1 races after that
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username she really thought she was slick
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username omg they all went TOGETHER?
username not me thinking it was just y/n and pato …
username not but honestly when is y/n not with any of them
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username i love that he’s in croatia!! 🥰
username so boyfriend coded
username UGH oscar give me a chance i swear we’re not gonna fall into a toxic cycle of breaking up and getting back together
username you might not be his type in that case! sorry!
username you know what you might be right 😔
username my brain can’t stop comparing this to y/n’s post ….
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⋆· ༘* GOT THE SUN IN MY MF-ING POCKET !
pairing ★ jock!luke castellan x drum major!reader
synopsis ★ the one where you lock in for your fall final project. you and luke spill your guts and then hatch a plan. (3.9k)
content ★ no pronouns used for reader, luke pov!!, bad teenager humor, very vague smau, read psa at the end pls
notes ★ luke literally cannot catch a break here, read his mind and all u hear is incoherent screaming and bawling like olivia in all-american bitch
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TRANSCRIPT EXCERPT: DAILY BULLETIN FOR DECEMBER XX, 20XX
PACE: […] And here are the upcoming events. Football - come to the media center to celebrate the end of the season, say goodbye to departing seniors, and welcome new team members. Although we didn’t get far in regionals, Coach Ares would like to give kudos to Luke Castellan for making the most touchdowns this season.
MIYAZAWA: Seniors - the counseling office is holding their last session to revise regular decision college applications in the Career Center. Please RSVP by Wednesday with the QR code provided by your English teacher. [pause] Speaking of school, ASB will also be hosting tri-weekly study halls starting next Monday in preparation for finals. Good luck on your tests!
PACE: And now it’s time for our joke of the day. Hey, Alice, what do you call an edible farmer that takes care of chickens?
MIYAZAWA: I don’t know, Malcolm, what do you call an edible farmer that takes care of chickens?
PACE: [flatly] A chicken tender.
PACE and MIYAZAWA: [exceeding fake laughter]
PACE: That’s all for today, Centaurs. I’m Malcolm.
MIYAZAWA: And I’m Alice!
PACE and MIYAZAWA: Bye!
Dr. Medes is a sweet old man. He’s on the stout side, hair and beard gone completely white, arms freckled with liver spots and eyes starting to get that watery blue line around the irises.
He gives extra credit often, grades forgivingly, loves talking about circles, and throws Dum-Dum lollipops at volunteers even if they get the answer wrong. Stats is a shitty class but Dr. Medes makes it a bit better.
Except, when Luke walks in on an unassuming Monday, there’s a crowd of kids pushing around at the back board. Some look happy when they walk away but most…. Well, they aren’t too pleased.
He jostles his way through his classmates. The fight to see what’s on the board is all sharp elbows and yelps from stubbed toes. Luke’s pretty sure that there’ll be a bruise blooming on his side by the end of it.
It’s a spreadsheet. Big black letters line the top, all bold and all capitalized:
AP STATS FALL FINAL PROJECT PARTNERS
Fuck. Luke’s eyes scroll down the sheet, scanning the bars for his name. He finds it, sweep his eyes to the adjacent box. Double fuck.
Your name in black, 12px, Arial font grins back at him tauntingly.
Luke curses Dr. Medes and the randomizer from Google that he always uses. Triple fuck, because there’s a warmth at his back and you slide into the edge of his periphery.
You notice him, head turning in slow-motion, mouth coming down to solidify into the grimace of the year. He wants to run away but the frown lines arrowing in your skin keep him captive.
“Hi partner.” The boy manages a little wave, a sharp grin. It’s as genuine as he can get without encountering the nervous fear of you punching him.
Tire-flat, “Castellan.”
“So,” he draws out the vowel and juts his thumb at a pair of desks the corner, “let’s talk about it.”
He knows he has a steady voice. He controls his breaths well, speaks carefully, slowly, with purpose. Luke thinks you’re about to fall asleep by the time he’s asking if you have time after school to iron out the details. The question snaps you out of your reverie.
“Er,” you blink a few times, groggy. “I’m free until I have to show up for drills.”
He hums, nods. “So from after sixth period to five, right?”
“Yea.”
( Why did he remember your practice time? Now he feels weird. )
He types a reminder into his phone and shuts it off, sliding the device into his pocket casually.
The words come out without thinking, “How do you feel about my house?”
What the fuck was that. Luke’s panicking; you’re barely cordial with each other—hell, you hate him and he’s pretty sure that he feels the same—and he just invited you to the most intimate place of his life.
“Excuse me?”
Luke tries the best he can to salvage this. “I mean—like, for work. It’s just a block away, and I have the stuff we need to make the presentation.”
Please say no, please say no, please say no.
“Oh, yea, just—” your eyes go out of focus as you think “—well, I guess I could.”
Very strained, molars practically dust, “Great. I’ll text my mom and let her know.”
The voice in his skull is banging at his bones and shrieking FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY. He pulls out his phone again to shoot a frenzied text to his mom as soon as you turn away to work on something else.
TO: mom
(11:26) mom plz i swear ill do all the dishes n put them away scrub the toilet find u hmart coupons n drive u there ANYTHING U ASK just PLZ can u get poster board and markers b4 i come home 🙏🙏
(11:26) for stats its a project. my partners coming over too
FROM: mom
(11:30) Ok. You better keep the HMart promise lol 🤣
“All good?” you question, zipping up your backpack. There’s a gleam of curiosity hiding under the hood of your eyelids; the sight of it makes something cold slither down his spine. Like you want to slice him open and eat his secrets alive.
The bell rings.
“Yea. Just fine.”
( It’s really not. He goes to the restroom straight after, splashes his face, and zones out in front of the mirror as the water dries. )
TO: silena 🎀
(11:32) what would u do if u accidentally invited the person who reciprocates ur hate for them to ur house for a project that u had to sell ur soul to ur mom to get the supplies for
FROM: silena 🎀
(11:40) LMFAOOO R U TWEAKING 😝 (11:41) oh wait is it the drum major… (11:41) ask whether if beckendorfs taken for me pls 😘
TO: silena 🎀
(11:43) WHAT THE HELL BRU 😭😭😭
FROM: silena 🎀
(11:44) what can i say, im an opportunist at heart 🩷
TO: silena 🎀
(11:46) boooooooo 🗣️🗣️
Luke flies by the seat of his pants. It’s a good quality, especially when plans don’t work out on the field. But because his quality of being impetuous benefits him in one way, it must be unbeneficial in an another scenario. There must be balance in life, and now is no exception, to much of his chagrin. Exhibit one: his mom has now whisked you away onto the couch and—good lord, she’s pulling out his baby album from under the coffee table.
He suppresses his shriek of mortification to a pathetic squeak as you turn a page and see a grainy photo of little him—cheeks flushed, hair long, curls loose, a pair of garish upside-down sunglasses with gold frames sliding down his nose.
“He loved swimming when he was little,” is what his mom is telling you. “We used to go to the beach almost twice a month.”
“How cute.”
Your eyes are shining with mirth and something evil. Luke wonders if he could walk right back outside and scream at the sky.
“Mom,” he ekes out, strained. “We need to work on our project.”
May Castellan does a little thing with her eyebrows, mouth pressing into a thin line and eyes scrutinizing.
“Okay,” she says after a moment of thought. Her voice sounds small but Luke knows that his mother is anything but with that devious glimmer in her eyes. “Make sure to leave your door open.”
Luke thinks that you almost choke. He feels a prickling sensation burn all the way up his back, face warming up. “Mom….”
The woman hums absently, looks straight into his eyes with an innocuous lift of her brows.
“What?”
You ease off the couch and excuse yourself to the bathroom, wandering down the hallway. Luke immediately erupts into a furiously hushed whisper.
“Mom, we’re not like that.”
“But I think your partner is a good kid. Very sweet.” His mother put extra stress on ‘partner’, even throwing in a very obvious wink that she tries to play off as an unbalanced blink. Oh, if only Luke could stop getting embarrassed by the people in his life.
“Bro….”
“Who? I am your mother, I gave birth and raised you, bro.”
Luke bows his head like a kicked puppy. “Sorry, mom.”
She bobs her head side to side, skeptical. “Mhm, be a good host and show your guest to the bathroom.”
Luke pads away, floorboards squeaking under his socks. He finds you leaning straight-faced against the door to his bedroom, the Sesame Street-themed sign with his name on it pinned into the wood behind your shoulder.
“Not a word,” he hisses, stepping forward to reach for the knob. Like always, he regretfully acts before he thinks, subsequently caging you between the wall and himself.
You make a face, half-bewildered and all-disgusted. “Yea, like everyone wants to know about your ugly baby photos.”
The parts of Luke’s neck hidden under his hoodie flush. You’re so close that he can feel your words rattling in his nerves, as if you’re speaking right into his skin. He twists the knob quickly and skitters into his room.
You step in without another word, scanning his things. Luke kisses his teeth; he should’ve asked his mom to hide everything in the closet too because there’s a grin creeping into your mouth the longer you look around.
“Didn’t know you were a nerd, Castellan.”
He represses the urge to sweep the toy race cars off the topmost shelf and rip the blueprint posters off the wall. Burn the baby blue duvet on his bed with the Ferrari logo stitched in the corner, he doesn’t care—anything to save himself from the embarrassment.
You pick up a mini Mercedes from the shelf, turn it in your fingers, and set it back down wordlessly. Luke wants to kiss the feet of whoever controls his luck that you don’t insult him further.
“I, uh,” he manages, strained, “I’m gonna get the materials.”
You hum noncommittally and turn to read the white text on his Blueprint of an F1 Car poster. Luke skitters away, grabbing the poster board and marker box at lightning speed.
His mom gives him a weird look—brows raised and mouth pinched—as he sprints back.
Luke decides along the way that you aren’t so bad, because—well, you let him choose the topic of the project to be motorsports.
FROM: silena 🎀
(16:28) did u ask abt beckendorf 🩷
TO: silena 🎀
(16:30) girl bffr how can i do that if i cant be social w haters
FROM: silena 🎀
(16:30) www.wikihow.com/how2talk2urcrush (16:31) hope this helps 😊😘
TO: silena 🎀
(16:31) WHAT THE FUKC
Luke forgot one crucial thing in his panic: you’re in Heralds under his father. He’s lettering the topic of your presentation on the board when he hears the front door snick. His marker nearly slips.
“Uh—” you snap your gaze up as Luke’s mouth begins to open and close like a fish, fumbling for the words “—don’t you have to go to practice?”
You regard him momentarily before squinting at the screen of your school-issued laptop. “In half an hour.”
Luke thinks, just rip off the band aid.
“I’m gonna try to say this really nicely, but my dad just got home and I need you out of my house before it gets awkward.”
You don’t take offence, shutting the computer and squeezing your hunched shoulders back. “Thank fucking god, I’m free.”
“Luke!” His mom’s voice is faint, somewhere far-off in another part of his house. “Does your friend want a snack? Maybe dinner before practice?”
And then, “Luke brought someone over?”
He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the sound of his father’s voice, but he definitely wants to die when his mom mentions you by name.
Luke watches the light leave your eyes when you listen closely to the footsteps padding along the floorboards.
“Sergeant, I didn’t know you were in the same class as Luke.”
You notably do not correct sergeant to major.
“Sir, hi,” you say, visibly cringing at the sight of his father standing awkwardly in the doorframe. “I’m actually just leaving.”
“Nonsense!” His dad smiles at you easily, envy digging between the rungs of Luke’s ribs. “Why don’t you stay for dinner?”
Luke jumps in, “Band practice.” And he really doesn’t mean for it to come out as disrespectful as it did, but when the man he’s wanted the most approval from gives it readily to you, the person who hates him most…well.
“Oh. How was your day, Luke?”
“Fine,” he grits, standing up quickly despite the way it makes his head spin. You get up too, patting at the imaginary dust on your pants.
His dad smiles at you again with his eyes twinkling, and when you walk past the doorway, he pats your shoulder fondly.
“Luke can walk you back.”
The both of you look at the older man, bewildered.
“What the hell?”
“Sir, that’s alright, I really don’t need an escort.”
May Castellan calls from that far-off place in the house. “Luke? Please walk your friend back, it’ll get dark soon.”
Luke uses his sweetest, mommy’s-dearest-boy voice while looking his dad dead in the eye. “Okay. You need anything else?”
“Just come back safe, baby.”
“Okay, love you.”
You look out of place, fingers wrapped around the straps of your backpack, tongue poking at your cheek. Luke cautiously puts his hand between your shoulders and steers you towards the door.
The both of you skitter out before anything else goes downhill, sharing a sigh of relief.
“So,” Luke starts once you’re halfway down the street. The toes of his sneakers catch in the concrete gaps, cushioned by the weeds growing from them. “Is Beckendorf single?”
You whip your head around, a small part to your mouth and eyes narrowing.
“Asking for a friend,” he adds quickly. “My girlfriend, actually. I mean, not my girlfriend, just my best friend who happens to be a girl.”
“He’s single, alright,” you admit after a moment of pause, hands hanging heavy in your pockets. “But he’s got his eyes set on someone already. Who’s your friend?”
Luke’s mouth twists. Should he really tell you? From what he knows, band kids are vicious with gossip. What if Silena’s senior year got ruined because of him?
You speak again, breaking him out of his thoughts. “Are you dating Silena, by the way?”
He’s quick to answer. “No, she’s my best friend.”
“Mhm.” You nod, deep in thought. “So she likes Charles.”
Fucking hell, Luke’s stupid. So, so, so fucking stupid. Now you know Silena’s biggest secret because he’s got a big fucking mouth and acts before his brain can fucking think and—
“You wanna get them together?”
He blinks, nearly tripping over an uplifted slab of sidewalk. “Huh?”
“They probably both think that the other is dating one of us…so.”
Luke never learns from his mistakes. “So, what? We pretend to kiss so they can get over themselves and do the same?”
Loose fucking cannon, you, goes the voice trapped in his skull, can’t ever keep your damn mouth shut when you need it to be.
“I mean,” you mutter, eyes cast onto the ground, sheepish with the way you begin to palm at your neck. He wonders if parts of you also itch and flush when you’re with him. “Never mind, that’s stupid. We’re just setting them up, there’s no need to do all that extra shit.”
Luke laughs, embarrassment creeping in hot. “Yea, sorry. That’s just insane, like—”
“—something out of a movie, I know.” You’re laughing with him too, mouth stretching wide and smile lines digging into your skin. He kind of gets why you’re his dad’s favorite now—you’re both similar in humor and expression.
He quells the thing in his stomach that continues to grow the longer he stares at your smile lines. “Okay, so obviously just pushing them towards each other, and it’ll happen naturally.”
You nod. “And after we’ll just go back to hating each other, yea? There’s no need to pretend.”
“But why do you hate me?” Luke loathes how involuntary his speech has become. People don’t just ask why others hate them. For the nth time that day, he wishes to crawl into a hole and—
“It’s not really you, I just have a vendetta against the football team in general. And I guess I felt pressured to hate you specifically ‘cause that’s what everyone expects, y’know?”
Oh, okay.
He starts—voluntarily, this time, because you deserve to know the same, “I don’t like you because of my dad.”
( Well, it was what he wanted to say, but not exactly how he wanted to say it. )
“You’re like, his perfect successor,” Luke continues, pushes on like he always does with every unfortunate mishap that befalls him. “I thought I could make him happy by doing my own thing. He wanted a track star for his team and I became football captain. And to really rub it in, I used his camera and got into yearbook instead of Heralds. Did you know he has beef with Ares and Clio?”
You shake your head, incredulous. The both of you have stopped moving, feet coming to a standstill on the broken sidewalk.
“That’s a dick move.”
He shrugs, a small smile gracing his face. “I know, it’s kinda too much, even if I was pissed. But looking back, I guess I’m happy with where I’m at.”
“I think that matters a lot more than your dad’s approval,” you tell him sagely.
“Yea,” Luke agrees, the toe of his sneakers leaving an indent in the gravel. “So we’re good, right? Friends?”
Your face pinches, mouth going sour and a little tender. “I wouldn’t go that far. I still hate grossly overrated sports.”
“Yea, and I hate writing in Associated Press.”
Your mouth tilts in an almost-smile, backlit pink by the horizon. It’s far enough into the year that the sun starts setting at five, and it’s chilly too, breaths starts to wisp.
You nod you head awkwardly in the direction of the school—he didn’t even realize that you’ve walked this far already.
“See you around, Castellan.”
[ VIDEO: a clip of someone’s living room decked out in festive lights. A group of rowdy teens are clumped together on the floor, a few older kids on the couches. The film is shaky and so is the audio, but the teens are clearly rapping—badly—along to Hamilton, which is playing on the TV.
The camera briefly zooms in on you and Charles sitting next to each other on the couch, you closing your eyes, knees slung over his thighs while he belts along to the singing portions of the song. The view then flips over to show Travis as the cameraman, tears in his eyes, a sugar-rush flush to his face before the video ends. ]
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travstole gna miss my favorite seniors 😞
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majmajmaj what happens at the semester end party STAYS AT THE SEMESTER END PARTY
perciusjakcsn GTFO THIS IS ACTUALLY WATERGATE FOR BAND 😭👎
conmanstole if i can prove that i never touched my balls 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️
↳ travstole can u promise not to tell another soul whatchu saw 🫵😩😰
“I need your number,” you tell him on the last day of finals, to a backdrop of students rushing out of class. He doesn’t know how you found him right after fifth period, but he doesn’t dare question. “I forgot to get it when we were working on the project.”
Luke only has the pen he used to fill out his physics exam, so he takes your hand gently and scrawls the digits onto your palm. It’s a little hard to read, kind of—very—smudged, but it works.
“See you after break?” he offers, clipping the pen onto the collar of his soft sweatshirt. Luke fidgets the longer you look at him, scratching at the stubble he missed during his morning shave, readjusting his computer glasses.
“Obviously,” you tell him after a lifetime—really just a split second—of deliberation. “Don’t forget.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to.”
You raise your brows just slightly, a little furrow forming in your skin. There’s a small tilt to your mouth, almost disbelieving, skeptical.
“Congrats on MVP, by the way,” you tell him just as he’s about to awkwardly step away. “That was a better season than I expected.”
“Really?” He grins; his face nearly hurts from the force of it.
“Football’s still ass.” You shrug and step back, thumbs looped in the straps of your backpack. “Don’t go too far. I’m expecting an assignment on volleyball soon.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Luke feels so stupid when you give him a sardonic little grin in return, head beginning to pound at a hundred kilometers an hour.
( And then he remembers that he’s American and doesn’t actually know what the fuck a kilometer is outside of physics. See? He’s decidedly bam-fucking-boozled. )
The bell for the sixth period final rings, and he’s snapped out of it, realizing that he’s standing dumbly in the courtyard. He’s in sports—he doesn’t have a sixth because that’s the period reserved for practice, which he doesn’t have.
When he comes home to kickstart winter break, Luke actually—albeit curtly—greets his dad.
[ IMAGE: a screenshot of a DM. On the left side of the chat, two messages that read:
wild guess but maybe luke likes the band kid that everyone calls sarge or smth i saw them walking together after school and they met up when finals was over
anon pls
The right side of the chat has a message with one shocked emoji and a thumbs up. ]
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centaurs.confess movie plot ahh rumor 💀
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drewtanka ONG?? 😦😦
naka.ethan bruh i’m reporting this for misinformation on behalf of marching band as a whole #CASTELLANSUCKSASS
↳ damienwit #CASTELLANSUCKSASS ↳ travstole thats my cousin ur talking abt do it again #CASTELLANSUCKSASS
FROM: silena 🎀
(18:52) so i find out thru insta huh. ur so fake lucas castellan 🖕
TO: silena 🎀
(18:53) woahh those r some wild accusations silena beauregard (18:53) and thats not even the name on my birth certificate. its just luke.
FROM: silena 🎀
(18:54) how does it feel to be the most hated man at school #CASTELLANSUCKSASS 🎙️
TO: silena 🎀
(19:00) in a student body full of neanderthals thats a fucking badge of honor
FROM: silena 🎀
(19:01) what about the rumors abt ur crush on ur dads fav editor in chief 🎙️
TO: silena 🎀
(19:01) STFUU WHO SAID THAT EW 😨 (19:01) we legit hate each other idk what ur talking about. anything else u heard is misinformation bruh it was just a project
FROM: silena 🎀
(19:02) yall hear smth?? (20:00) SMH LEFT ON READ. BESTIE PRIVILEGES RE FUCKING VOKED.
p.s. ★ on the topic of #CASTELLANSUCKSASS - this is purely a work of fiction, and although this is based on real things that teenagers do, it is never funny to cyberbully people. if u are being cyberbullied, report, block, and tell someone who can help, like a counselor or trusted adult (also dont forget to have screenshots as evidence), and if u are someone who cyberbullies others, gtfo of my blog bc ur not welcome.
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