(Apologies in advance - this might be the longest one yet...)
"Before this video starts, this is just a quick reminder THAT the yehhly planner is still available on my website," Ruby says, sounding hoarse and ill. Wonder if that has anything to do with her running around several different cities maskless over the past week?
Her planner being available on her website isn't exactly the selling point she thinks it is. Last year, the planners sold out in a couple of days. Thankfully, most people have wised up to her scams and no longer wish to pay far too much money for a product that looks like something your great aunt would get you from Poundland for Christmas instead of chocolate as a punishment for not calling her ever.
In her rush to remind people that planners are still available for purchase, Ruby conveniently forgets to give the following, more important reminders:
- Planners are not being shipped, and almost everyone who ordered planners weeks ago is still waiting for them to be sent out.
- Customer service are ignoring all queries and refund requests.
- Ruby, who claims to run the company (even though it's owned and run by he management company) is also ignoring most messages and comments, and offering lies and fob-off excuses to the few people she responds to.
- That yearly planner that immediately starts decreasing in purpose and value on January 1st will not arrive before mid-January at the earliest.
- No refunds will be offered, either partial or in full.
- If you paid extra for tracked shipping, no tracking has been or will be provided. This was never mentioned to previous buyer and won't be mentioned to new buyers either. But don't worry, you don't need tracking - nothing's going to ship anyway. (Again, no refunds for shipping.)
Here's a couple of more helpful reminders:
If you were unfortunate to buy anything from Ruby and paid with PayPal, open a dispute for your purchase to get a refund. This can be done here:
Transfer money online in seconds with PayPal money transfer. All you need is an email address.
www.paypal.com
If you paid by card, contact your card provider and advise them you want to file a dispute or initiate a chargeback for a purchase that hasn't been received or shipped and the retailer is not responding.
After her shameless and dishonest self-promotion, she starts with the actual video.
Preparing for Christmas Vlog
Now, this time around, Ruby actually got all the capitals in the title in all the right places! Good job, Ruby! It only took you seven years of videos.
Unfortunately, she forgot some punctuation, so the title makes it seem like this is a video in which she prepares to make a Christmas vlog, instead of a vlog in which she prepares for Christmas.
Preparing for Christmas (Vlog)
See the difference that makes, Ruby? Maybe one day you'll get the hang of this whole English thing.
Ruby makes Christmas cards, a process which apparently requires her to climb all over her desk while standing on a flimsy chair, because that's not a dangerous thing for a malnourished, easily-distracted person with no coordination to be doing...
Ruby ran away from uni a couple of weeks ago to spend an entire day making Christmas cards with her mother and family friends.
An entire fucking day. She also claims she's using her #gifted #sponsored Cricut to make all her Christmas cards this year, which is nowhere to be seen here. Ruby knows precisely four people. How many fucking trees do you have to offer up as sacrifice to make a mountain of Christmas cards you don't need, Ruby??
Ruby reminds everyone how much she loves writing long cards and letters. There is no mention of anyone actually responding in kind.
(Ruby's likely reaction when she sends a card with the wordcount of War & Peace, and gets a card in return that just says, "Regards, Blakeney.")
She makes a point to show some affection to her dog, since it's a well-mentioned hallmark of Ruby's videos that she usually ignores her pets or seems annoyed by or afraid of them. The dog just gives her a confused look and goes back to sleeping.
"She's very tired," Ruby says. Yeah,
tired of your shit.
She grimaces awkwardly and twirls around the kitchen like a deranged lunatic.
A minute after the video has already begun, Ruby's unhinged battle cry rattles your ears: "HALLOO IT'S ROOBEE!"
Ruby' apologises for not properly vlogging yet, even though it's SO LATE!
It's already ELEVEN THIRTY!
And by "vlogging", she means "telling you at length all the same shit you just saw already in a much shorter timespan". Ruby says she's been writing cards and letters, which we already knew. Apparently she's been "negLACKting" this vital correspondence for too long.
Remember, kids: Don't negLACKT your family and frANDs at Christmas! Show them you care by writing them a rambling diatribe all about yourself that'll take them until Easter to read!
Ruby's grandfather getting yet another one of her Christmas letters:
Ruby shows off her room, and the bed which she ALWAYS makes.
Whatever the fuck is happening with that duvet is a mystery to me. Either she's put on a duvet that's far too big for the bed, or she's put a single-size duvet on but it starts dead centre of her bed and then drapes all over the floor.
Either way, having a duvet touch the floor in that room, knowing how utterly filthy and encrusted in dust and dirt everything is makes me want to take a year-long shower.
Ruby says she's just packing up her Depop orders and likes to include little notes in them. What she doesn't like, evidently, is sending orders out promptly - even though she went home from uni or saw her parents literally every week, a message that went up on her Depop said she'd only be shipping after October 20th, which was up long into November.
Along with her notes, Ruby includes, well...
She says she likes to include a "washi tape sample" and smiles as though she's doing a good deed, and then coils this entire fucking length of tape around itself on the card...
So...she actually expects that someone will receive this, pry the washi tape away from the card and uncoil it, by which point it'll have lost its adhesive and won't stick properly anymore? What purpose or value does this have? Just put an unused roll of washi tape in the order as a freebie!
And you're thinking, "Well, maybe she includes on the note the name and details of the washi tape company, so this is just to show off the design?" But if that were the case, she could just put a 2 inch strip on the card. And also she doesn't include any mention of the tape on the card:
Of all the weird shit Ruby does, this might qualify as one of the most absolutely insane.
You know what people would appreciate more than getting a hair-and-dust-covered length of unusable tape with their unironed, overpriced used clothes that arrived weeks late? A refund.
"It's currently TAN TO ONE," she says, and to celebrate, she's going to watch some "Christmas YouTube con-TANT". She also has a warm mug of tea, and I know the first thing I love to do with a hot beverage is shove my index fingers into it:
After seemingly consuming tea through sponge-like orifices in her fingertips like some weird alien arachnid nightmare, she rambles about the "spiced paahh" tea, which I think is "spiced pear" in English. She said it's very spicy, and proves her refined palate and expert tasting skills by just naming every spice she can think of and saying it tastes like that. She recommends adding lots of maple syrup, or stewing it in apple juice or pear juice because, again, she's an alien.
Then Ruby swiftly moves on to some more ill-advised self promotion. She claims she's going to grab her current academic planner and make notes in it for ideas of things to change for next year's planner, even though the current planner only just came out. Because when your current product is an unmitigated disaster, just moving onto trying to sell something else to your dissatisfied customers is always a good plan.
She says she loves to look at feedback and see what they can improve or add. This is clearly bullshit. Nobody who paid for a planner is actually receiving their planners. How exactly do you expect people to believe you've already had feedback regarding the contents of the planner, Ruby?
Meanwhile, the major issues that plague every single product release - massive shipping delays, printing errors, customer service radio silence, lies from Ruby - all go unchanged.
It's all blatant lies and bullshit to make her seem like a productive and well-organised businessperson, and it couldn't come at a worse time.
And let's not forget, she says the same thing every year. After each new planner release, she claims to be hard at work on the next one, which doesn't add up at all. I mean, these are the last two yearly planners:
Nothing changed but a tiny bit of text, a different bland, muted colour and a slightly different crappy doodle design on a few pages. Ruby would have you believe that this was a year of hard work and design revision. In reality, it was 5 minutes of adjustments to a design doc template by an underpaid intern on her management's staff.
And if she's had a year to plan it, it's especially damning when every product release happens far too late and they have countless issues.
Ruby continues her charade of lies anyway, and shows that her first step in pretend design revision is...a mind map:
This planning technique that Ruby learned when she was 10 years old is her go-to method for absolutely everything, even though it's not at all suited or useful for most things, like plotting design revisions for an existing product.
"It's tyoo fifteen," she says. "I'm just going to keep going." She says there's three new spreads she wants to add for next year, so she's going to draft up examples. She does this by just scribbling some bullshit on her iPad, even though she should have access to the actual design templates for her planner.
The one new section we see, aside from an index key, is a 'Self Care' section. This is an additional page where Ruby can remind herself to go outside, romanticise everything and not eat food, just in case she missed all the other sections where reminds herself to go outside, romanticise everything and not eat food. She does not show in full the three sections she mentions, so I'm not sure what the point in any of this footage was, besides the obvious attempt to look like she actually puts any work or effort into her business.
Again, all this performative time-wasting was time she could've spent responding to queries and complaints, offering refunds or partial refunds and reimbursing postage to make things right to her current customers and inspire them to stick around for the next one through good customer service. Instead, she ignored them, lied to them, did nothing to make sure the company with her name and face on does right by anyone and chose to film this woefully dumb and pointless preview for next year, even though most of her customer base will now, if they have any sense, never buy from her again.
Ruby abandons her planner nonsense to wrap some Christmas presents.
She does this on the visibly dirty rug which has undoubtedly never come into contact with a vacuum cleaner. If I received a gift from Ruby, it would go directly into the incinerator. Why would you show yourself doing this on such a clearly filthy and disgusting floor? At least hoover first. Good lord.
To make matters worse, her duvet is now even further off the bed and has been half stuffed under it. I dread to think how much dust now covers the duvet that Ruby will just throw back on her bed and sleep on.
And then we see the end result:
A haphazard mess of wrapping, bound in string, with a leaf cookie/ornament that looks like it'll crumble to pieces at any second stuck to it and a couple of sample packs of tea that Ruby had gathering dust in her cupboard for a year lazily shoved on the outside.
But wait, we're not done! Ruby pulls the tea out to remove that she's also folded up some random New Yorker clippings and included those, too:
You know who also sends suspicious-looking grimy parcels and newspaper clippings to people? Serial killers.
Using advanced image enhancement techniques, I've been able to reveal the contents of this folded note:
After taking the tea sachets out, Ruby can't even be bothered to try to put them back and just dumps them on top of the parcel:
After moving this parcel from Ruby's filthy floor to her hands to her grimy windowsill, every inch of this shitty testament to Ruby's laziness now has so much contact bacteria on it that if you rubbed a Coronavirus test swab on it, it would detect every known variant of the 'rona along with 59 previously undiscovered new ones.
Ruby says she's going to go to the "pyhost office" because she has lots of Christmas present parcels to send out to people abroad. She also lies and says she has "also got a giveaway of...some giveaway...THINGS tyoo send out..." Which is obviously bullshit. She refuses to send out things that people paid for, no way will she ever do it for free.
No parcels are shown, and then she's back home to do some bad yoga and ballet.
(Pictured: Ruby practicing the 'Avoiding Responsibility' pose. The hands held outwards while looking in neither direction is symbolic of keeping all accountability at arms length, while ignoring multiple unhappy customers. The open trunk nearby symbolises the place where she'll keep all her ill-gotten planner and Holocaust charity money so the taxman doesn't take a cut.)
"YES, my room is a state," she sighs, as though this is a new thing that was unavoidable and isn't her fault.
"I've been using my trunk to store Christmas presents I bought for people."
Wait, you mean
this trunk, Ruby?
You know, the one filled with mold...?
I just can't. Why would you store presents (or anything at all) in there and then reveal this for the people receiving them to see?? "Merry Christmas, here's a shitty gift and a side order of ebola!"
She also reveals that she usually stores this swampy fungus trunk under her bed with the blanket of dust, but tonight she'll leave it in the open because she plans on doing more wrapping.
She then pulls her duvet up to shove some crap under her bed, but rather than adjust her draping duvet in any way, she just dumps it back on the floor.
After that, Ruby has changed into her third outfit of this "day". She says she and Martha have made a Mexican feast, but as always, there's zero evidence that Ruby has eaten any of this off-screen food.
Instead she says she's going to taste-test a donut she got from London where she was the day before. Now, this vlog footage is supposed to be from Tuesday 15th December.
Ignoring the fact that Tuesday was actually the 14th of December, Ruby was claiming on Instagram that she went to London on the Wednesday, yet here it's supposed to have been on Monday. Which begs the question, how many times last week did she fuck off to London with her family during a pandemic? Or just what lies is she telling about her schedule?
Ruby eats two small bites of a giant stale donut and awkwardly cuts away. Her "review" amounts to "I should've eaten this when it was fresh".
Next, it's "Wednesday 16th December", which is another date that didn't exist this year - Wednesday was the
15th of December.
In a bit of magical editing fuckery, Ruby goes downstairs to harass the dog, reappears upstairs to kick her rug under the bed (but not actually make the bed or change her now dusty and dirty sheets) as though she's going to put her yoga mat down, and then goes back downstairs to do bad yoga in one of the 183 dusty, unused living rooms in their house.
After her dangerously uncoordinated yoga, she goes to the cluttered mess of a kitchen - where everything that should be in the cupboards is all over every usable surface because Ruby filled all the cupboards with tea and bullshit - to "bake lyoads of grunyohlah".
Ruby apparently served this "grunyohlah" to her parents as breakfast, and why they never put her up for adoption is a mystery to me.
(Pictured: Definitely not a meal. Certainly not breakfast.)
After leaving her parents alone so they could bin this slurry and eat an actual breakfast, Ruby says she's FINALLY going to change the pictures on the wall. That's right, after another outfit change, she's going to make a "Christmas Academia myood board". What the fuck is Christmas Academia, you may be wondering. I have no fucking clue, and neither does Ruby.
And if you were relieved that Ruby had finally taken down her shrine to Anne of Green Gables and might be growing up and not idolising fictional children any more, well not so fast! This "Christmas Academia" prominently features stills of Mara Wilson in Miracle on 34th Street, Lisa Simpson and Kevin McCallister from Home Alone.
And because nowhere is safe from Ruby's obsessive crusade to squeeze a sponsorship deal from Waterstones, the top left picture is just a photo of Waterstones' front window.
Remember all those long nights of studying and academia on display in Home Alone? Remember that scene where Kevin couldn't defend his home because he was at the school library studying long into the night? Remember that subplot in Miracle on 34th Street where Mara Wilson got sent away to an elite boarding school? Me neither.
This is just a Christmas/Fictional Child Obsession Board. It has nothing to do with academia, and I'm increasingly convinced that Ruby genuinely thinks that "academia" is synonymous with "aesthetics".
When she's done patting herself on the back for her "myood board" which is "even better than last year's, and that's saying something", Ruby goes to awkwardly film herself walking outside in her third outfit of the "day".
Remember when Ruby went on a tirade about how she doesn't like jeans and doesn't own or wear them? That was fun.
While out in the woods, Ruby says she wants to do some "fyoraging" for things to add to presents as decoration. As if mold, dust, filth and Covid bacteria wasn't enough, Ruby also wants to add leaves and holly sprigs that have been pissed on by wild animals or pinecones with deer ticks hiding in them to people's gifts to spread the festive joy of Lyme disease.
Ruby's got friends coming over for a "Love Actually myoovie night" so she's decided to bake them some "PAPPERMINT dark chocolate brownies".
While her brownies are allegedly in the oven, Ruby's voice cracks and she seems exasperated as she explains that she's going to plan something that she needs to film today... Now, the way she's nervously prefacing it should say that this is gonna be good. And she doesn't disappoint.
"It's for two charity compan--
[AWKWARD, JARRING EDIT]--I'm just going to PLAN THE CON-TANT and then I'll-will take out the browni--
[AWKWARD, JARRING EDIT]"
So Ruby is partnering with/scamming money from charities again even after the NHS disaster, the Holocaust charity debaucle, the Unicef bullying video nightmare and so on. Another reminder that Ruby still hasn't returned the Holocaust charity money, nor has she shown any proof that her anti-bullying week ad revenue was donated to the causes she claimed it would when she was begging people to watch multiple times and sit through all the ads.
After dropping the charity bombshell, Ruby starts getting defensive about the outfit changes after reappearing in her fourth outfit of the day, which is also her second outfit of the day...
"And I'm changed a-GANN, and I'm also planning on changing AGANN before by frands come over lyata!" she lies.
"Syoo...AS PER USUAL, lotsandlotsofoutfitchanges--I JUST CHANGE OUTFITS ALOTTT."
After lying her ass off like a big lying liar, Ruby heads to one of her many gloomy living rooms, this one looking like it was sparsely furnished with seating stolen from a Job Centre waiting room.
Ruby says she's putting on some festive "vinyl RACK-ords", but we're then subjected to 'In the Hall of the Mountain King' yet again...
After writing cards for her friends, she says she's going to mop the kitchen before they arrive, but looks completely confused and aggravated by this whole "cleaning" thing that she doesn't usually have to pretend to do.
She rubs whatever cleaning fluids she found all over the kitchen floor with a mop and calls it a day.
She's also in her fifth outfit of the "day", which is identical to the first outfit of the previous day...
Ruby's friends allegedly come and then leave unseen, so they may be completely fictional.
She says they stayed for only half of Love Actually on this Love Actually movie night. So either they realised after reuniting with Ruby for the first time since school that only 45 minutes around her was more than enough and they bolted, or Ruby believes "movie night" is short for "myoove along, goodnight!" and threw them out into the street when she got bored of the movie.
She likely has a similar misunderstanding of a "movie marathon", and thinks that's when you invite people round to watch the first twenty minutes of a movie and then ask them to leave your house in the middle of nowhere to run 10 miles home.
After watching her mum put up some new light shades in a segment where Ruby's accent completely changes again, it's time for the next day.
It's Thursday 17th December, or the 16th as it actually was.
"Here we are in the morning and I finally got around to changing my bedding for Christmas bedding!" Or, y'know,
at all.
By "Christmas bedding", she means the same penguin duvet set she left on her bed unchanged for most of last year.
It's time for more gift wrapping!
She bought Martha a single Glossier Balm Dotcom (the 'birthday' one, for some reason), and mentions that she "hasn't tried one of them before", so may not like or want one. She also got her the Gold Lip Gloss, which doesn't seem like Martha's thing.
She bought her Mum a Glossier Moon Mask and a Cookie Butter Balm Dotcom.
Ruby mentions that she's going to personalise her gifts for her mum and sister with "lots of little compliments".
This is the family equivalent of giving a donation in someone's name at work for Secret Santa when they made the effort to get a thoughtful gift.
Not that monetary value is the most important thing with gifts, but Ruby is sitting on a shitload of money between all her lucrative, shady sponsor deals, stolen charity money, ad revenue, income from the house she owns, and so on. She had plenty of time to find a thoughtful, personal gift, or at least something that wasn't super cheap.
Martha's gift cost £22. Her mum's cost £28. And it was likely just crap she bought to bulk up her Glossier sponsor-begging order and not something she thought either of them actually wanted.
And she just shoves her written compliment cards in the standard ziplock delivery bag it came in rather than transfer them to a Christmassy gift box or something. Add to that the fact that the gifts were stored in a tomb of mold and disease and this is the most half-assed, thoughtless thing ever, especially when Martha seems to go the extra mile to buy Ruby thoughtful things.
Ruby has a management call. Presumable they were collaborating on excuses to give to customers enquiring as to where their missing orders are.
"Just tell them we've sent them! That'll buy us a couple of weeks!"
Ruby rambles that she's going to write and sent some more letters and cards, including one to Sacha. Again, Ruby knows like four people. For someone so preachy about sustainability, she sure is wasting a lot of card and paper for no reason.
"Oh, and also! I never showed you..." Ruby says, as she shows us something she did, in fact, already show us:
Is this the result of malnutrition-based memory loss, or just Ruby not paying attention while editing and failing to keep track of her fabricated schedule? I'll let you be the judge.
Ruby complains that she's cutting it fine by leaving it so late posting cards and letters. Even though all the people getting these apparently vital correspondence were only deemed worthy of 2nd Class stamps:
She posts her stack of cards and awkwardly leaves them dangling on the edge for a while like a bizarre moron, apparently expecting some helpful post elf to grab them from inside or something. Eventually she pushes them in and you hear a loud, echoing thud as it hits the bottom of a clearly mostly empty postbox.
Ruby then rambles deliriously how she loves when you post letters at Christmas and you can't hear it hitting the bottom of the postbox, because this must mean that the postbox is full and that so many people must be receiving Christmas cards.
Because things like bills, housing, council, and business correspondence don't exist in Ruby's sheltered world of childish fantasy. It has to be Christmas cards. Also the postbox was mostly empty. And you could clearly hear it loudly hit the bottom.
Another outfit later and Ruby is in another different living room to do yet more wrapping. This is for a friend of her mother's, which covers about 75% of the people Ruby knows, another 15% being her mother's friends' children, the other 5% being Blakeney.
This family friend is apparently so close that she feels to Ruby like a godmother, so she's going to re-gift her a wax seal from Note & Wish that was sent to Ruby for free, and only Ruby would want anyway.
Ruby starts plugging Note & Wish, which is an "AT-SEA shop" that Ruby loves - she makes absolutely zero mention or disclaimer that Note & Wish have sent her gifted products.
She says she's going to make her own wrapping paper (by this she means she's just using brown packing paper instead of wrapping paper), then turns to sternly point at the camera:
"I recycle MY paper as well," she says with pompous attitude, after showing herself wasting a small rainforest's worth of paper and card that could've easily been a few emails. But that wouldn't be "ass-thetic", would it Rubes?
And she neglects to mention all those times she had her parents drive back and forth across the country burning petrol and spitting out CO2 emissions unnecessarily because she couldn't go a few days without going home and wouldn't get the train herself because she's a big spoilt baby.
Or all those times she added to the postal service's carbon footprint by having her parents send parcels full of pointless crap that she could've collected from home in a couple of days anyway, all so that she could make believe she was getting care packages at a boarding school.
And what about all those times she praised companies for sending her tiny free food items in hefty, wasteful packaging even though she didn't need it and they could've easily sent an e-voucher for the same store-stocked items, like Manilife.
The list goes on. This ain't the hill to get self-righteous on, Ruby. Put your finger away and stop digging holes for yourself.
This whole video is clearly just one long excuse to give the gift of gifted products or to advertise brands she hopes will sponsor her.
She mentions that she's going to add ink stamps to the wrapping paper, and gives a plug to the "AT-SEA" store who sent them.
Not content to confine herself to rubbing the gift all over the filthy floor of just one room, she takes it to a different room once she's done to pick up some dirt and grime from the floor there, too.
By the time she's done, there's greasemarks and fingerprints on the paper as she turns it around, and it looks like something she found in the bin in an alley behind a butcher's shop.
But she's not done yet! There's also a card to violently smear across the dirty hardwood, and an additional gift!
That's right, just what everyone want to find under their treat - a crappy granola bar.
Note the sleeve - outfit number three for this day. The footage here was also clearly filmed at night.
It's daylight again, and Ruby's gone with her mother to a charity shop that she refuses to name, because that would be too much like a good deed.
Ruby beams about this doll because it apparently looks EXACTLY like she imagined Emily from A Little Princess to look. By which I assume she means 1.5 feet high and demonic, in which case add that to the list of books Ruby didn't read.
After that, they go to Hobbycraft, and she happily names them because they have money to potentially sponsor her.
She's there to get something to "go along with Martha's main gift" which Ruby can't tell anyone because she's scared it'll get back to her. She says we might be able to guess though, as she holds up a big jug/jar thing:
Judging by the trend and quality of Ruby's given other people in this video, they fall into two categories:
1. Bacteria.
2. Things that Ruby likes or was gifted.
So if we assume that jar is a clue, Martha's main gift will either be a jar of sewage or those flowers that Ruby got from her management repurposed in a new jar.
Ruby grabs some pens. She claims these are gifts for viewers, but they're clearly just for Ruby. She makes the point to show the prices, too, because leaving the price tag visible is always the proper thing to do with a gift. She happily shows that even when she's pretending to buy gifts for viewers, those common scum ain't worth spending more than £3 as far as Ruby's concerned.
And then they fuck off to John Lewis, because of course they did.
After torturing us with In The Hall of the Mountain King again, Ruby finds a musical card display which plays In The Hall of the Mountain King.
Back home, Ruby says she has another gift for her mother, the audio is terrible (big shock) but she holds up a bag and says she bought her mother what sounds like "urinal balls", which would fit the bacteria trend.
"It's an inside joke." Because those always make the best gifts.
She also got her a copy of Frankenstein, which Ruby says she's going to make a "literary gift box" out of. I mean, we've seen Ruby's creative skills. This won't end well. She's probably just going to glue macaroni and glitter all over the fucking book like a toddler.
"And her main gift I already wrapped." Following the trend, it'll just be a Miss Patina top covered in compost.
Ruby's family opening their presents from her:
Putting all the gifts under the tree in their depressingly empty living room, Ruby turns it into a competition as she can't stop herself from pointing out how many of the gifts from her are under the tree compared to how few other people have put under.
That might be because other people didn't just wrap a bunch of small re-gifted garbage and actually went and got something thoughtful, Ruby.
Ruby then giving a tour of the tree ornaments, but neglects to explain the touching festive family story behind the ornament with boobs all over it:
And she finishes up by plugging the online Dickens Museum performance of A Christmas Carol.
She slaps a disclaimer on-screen to say it's not sponsored, so you can take her word for it, even though moments before she was gifted tickets to this. What a fucking moron.
DARK MACADEMIA.
DARK MACADEMIA
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