When I taste the coffee I ordered under the name "I am Charlie Kirk" and the neurodivergent goth barista who ragebaited herself into spitting in it accidentally goon-linked me to her memories of 67 gender-bent heian era Sukuna x Gojo yuri fanfic so I turn into the eternal khaby lame mechanism to show gratitude for having witnessed peak art in it's purest form
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