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Sometimes, my fandom scares me. I won't say what it was in partiuclar, because I didn't understand what it was at first when I opened it up 'cause I apparnetly couldn't read words, so it's my fault that I got squicked. I could have sworn that I had moved past needing the brain brillo, but I guess not. At least it wasn't graphic human/'bot porn.

But, massive weight off my sholders as I don't have to see Aunt Mary for another 12 months. She ended up not finding fault with my pictures of graduation or prom - mostly because she just glanced at them, thank god - but my smile. Twelve months until the next horror story though. Yays.