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If you are a beautiful strong black woman, someone will put this in your comments.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣴⠶⠷⠶⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⣀⣴⠶⠿⣶⣦⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣾⡟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣦⢀⡼⠋⠀⣀⠀⠀⠙⠻⣦
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠟⠀⢀⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⢀⠙⠆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣄⠀⢸⣿⣿⡿⢠⣾⣿⣷
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣇⠸⣿⣿⠃⣿⣿⣿⡟
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠿⠿⠟⣀⣀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣋⣤⣶⣾⣷⣦⠀⣠⣿⣿⣿⡆
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠻⣦⡈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠈⠉⠉
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣎⠛⣛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⠏⠀⠉⠻⠿⠋
(TW: soft gore, whispered devotion, divine ego death)
Left ear:
you can hear the crowd chanting hymns of terror to the west...
Right ear:
you can hear the crowd chanting hymns of terror to the east...
Center:
doesn't it feel good to know that so many people are going to watch you die for the continued blessing of the Sun's warmth?
*dink dink dink dink dink*
this is the obsidian knife with which i will kill you
doesn't it sound nice?
*soft whisper, barely touching the edges of your ears*
okay... look up for me now, sweetheart...
Left ear:
the clouds are lined in blood-orange velvet, stretched thin like they’ve been waiting for you.
Right ear:
the hawks are circling slowly overhead, their wings catching fire in the light.
Center:
the sun is swollen, gold and red and infinite, and it’s looking right at you.
you are the center of the sky.
you are the reason it still burns.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣦⣠⣿⣿⠿⠿⠆⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⡇⠸⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⣁⣤⣴⣶⣶⣶⣶⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡟⢉⣉⣁⠀⣿⡿⠁⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⡆⠸⣿⣿⣿⡿⢀⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⢠⣿⣿⣿⡄⠹⣿⣿⠃⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣾⡿⠉⣁⣠⣤⣽⡟⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀
⠀⢰⣿⠁⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠛⠁⠀
⠀⢸⣿⡄⢿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛
⠀⠸⣿⣷⠘⢿⣿⡿⠁⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠙⠿⠷⠈⠛⠁⠘⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Put this on anyone that is an expert tacomaker