#๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ’
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temper-temper ยท 2 years ago
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If you lived 500 years ago what profession do you think you'd be in?
married to a Japanese warlord
jokes aside, I really donโ€™t know- it depends on where I am and what my family is doing
am I in Ireland or Scotland? Italy? Hungary? My family comes from a lot of places
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hippolotamus ยท 2 months ago
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"Are you going to be okay?" + Bucktommy
No. No, I am not ๐Ÿ˜ญ Please remember this is an angst prompt and that I love you so, so much ๐Ÿ’ž
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your smile and the sound of your voice | T | 1.2k
โ€œAre you going to be okay, Buckaroo?โ€ย 
Hen taps the neck of her beer against his and nudges his shoulder.ย 
โ€œYeah, of course.โ€ He checks his phone again and sees the text heโ€™s been waiting for from Eddie.
Be there in 5
โ€œYeah,โ€ he says again, brighter and easier. Like heโ€™s suddenly got more room to breathe.
She fondly rolls her eyes, letting him know sheโ€™s not buying it but sheโ€™s here for him all the same.ย 
His gut twists with nerves, like he inhaled an entire roll of Mentos and chased it with a two liter of Coke. Heโ€™s fine, though. Heโ€™s more than likely tachycardic, and heโ€™s sweating like a pig, but heโ€™s good. Honestly.ย 
Why wouldnโ€™t he be? His family is supporting him through one of the more dramatic moves heโ€™s ever tried to pull off. And he didnโ€™t have to say a word for them to buy into his unhinged plan. They just- did. Albeit with many unvoiced concerns communicated in shared glances and whatever telepathy thing Hen and Chim have going on. Still, theyโ€™re here and heโ€™s so, so grateful. Heโ€™ll want them to celebrate or ifโ€ฆ well, he just needs them either way.
He taps his foot nervously, gripping the karaoke mic tighter and watching the seconds tick by on his watch. And then he sees him. His world stops when Tommy notices him. Their gaze locks across the room like one of those cheesy rom coms that Tommy loves. The kind theyโ€™d watch on the couch, or in bed together on a lazy afternoon. Buck wishes it was actually one of those meet cute moments where the main characters have a love at first sight experience.ย 
Instead, Eddie and Chim are nudging Tommy towards the front of the bar, urging him not to turn and run. All so Buck can cut his heart open and bleed out on the stage for him โ€“ for them โ€“ and hope he has enough time before his veins run dry.ย 
Tommy reluctantly sits on the bar stool strategically placed front and center. Heโ€™s flanked by Eddie, Chim, Maddie, Hen, Karen and Josh like a group of off kilter secret service agents. And yet heโ€™s still looking at Buck with this mix of adoration and exasperation. Like nothing changed and heโ€™s just here to watch his boyfriend be an idiot.
Buckโ€™s heart pounds behind his ribcage and itโ€™s all he can do to stay standing. He takes a swig of his beer, not that it does much when his mouth feels drier than the Sahara. Hopefully Tommy will understand needing a little liquid courage if only because he knows how much Buck hates singing in public.ย 
โ€œReady?โ€ The DJ asks him.
โ€œReady as Iโ€™ll ever be.โ€
Buckโ€™s eyes flick to the screen, knowing his piece begins immediately. Thereโ€™s no intro or lead up. Just Buck and whateverโ€™s left of his dignity.ย 
โ€œIf you change your mind-โ€ he winces as his voice cracks, โ€œIโ€™m the first in line. Honey, Iโ€™m still free, take a chance on me.โ€
Christ, itโ€™s so off key but heโ€™s on a roll now and gaining confidence with every note.ย 
โ€œGonna do my very best and it ainโ€™t no lie, if you put me to the test, if you let me try!โ€ Buck sweeps his free hand over his torso, peacocking in every sense of the word.
Tommy scrubs at his face, looking for all the world like he wishes the floor would open up and swallow him whole. Not that Buck blames him.ย 
โ€œPlease donโ€™t make this harder.โ€ Tommy sighs. Silently begs with a pleading look.ย 
Buck sings louder to drive the point home. โ€œYou want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair. But I think you knoooow, that I canโ€™t let go.โ€ย 
Even with Tommyโ€™s palm covering his mouth, Buck can still see the smile glowing in those blue eyes he always wants to stay lost in.ย 
He steps off the stage, flirty and confident as his friends make room for him to circle the man heโ€™s over the goddamn moon about. The man heโ€™s so fucking in love with that heโ€™s willing to humiliate himself in front of their colleagues. โ€œYou say that I waste my time, but I canโ€™t get ya off my mind. No, I canโ€™t let goooo. โ€˜Cause I love you so.โ€ย 
Buck shrugs playfully, drinking in the embarrassed smirk heโ€™s so familiar with. Just one of the dozens of expressions heโ€™s catalogued over their months together. And tortured himself with in the weeks since Tommy broke his heart. Both of their hearts, really.ย 
By now, the crowd is clapping and cheering him on as he sings his lungs out, strutting around like the lovesick fool that he is.ย 
โ€œHoney, Iโ€™m still free. Take a chance on me!โ€ย 
The song fades out, coming to an end as he slides on his good knee. He stops in front of Tommy, panting and flushed, baring his soul for everyone at the badge and ladder to see. Except he only needs one person to see it. To see everything and not be terrified.
โ€œI know I fucked up before and I- I rushed things. And I know this isnโ€™t how any of this should have happened. But you wouldnโ€™t answer me or- or return my calls or texts.โ€ His jaw trembles, voice breaking as tears drip off his chin. โ€œYou can take your time, baby. Iโ€™m in no hurry.โ€ย 
Buck risks reaching for Tommyโ€™s hand, threading their fingers together. โ€œTommy. Sweetheart. Take a chance on me. Again. Please.โ€
It feels like a truce, like a fresh beginning. Like the start of something.
โ€œEvan.โ€ย 
Buckโ€™s blood fizzes like champagne, bursting with hope. Tommy smiles, a lopsided thing, and oh Buck can hardly sit still long enough to hear what comes next. But he has to, he needs to be patient. Not impulsive, not like before.ย 
โ€œBuck,โ€ Tommy corrects.ย 
The world seems to collapse around him. His chosen name sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Like a sour note in an otherwise beautiful aria.ย 
A tear escapes, rolling down Tommyโ€™s cheek, past his now wobbly lip. โ€œI wish I could. This is- itโ€™s sweet and no oneโ€™s ever done anything like this for me before.โ€ Tommy looks up at the ceiling, just like he did that night in the loft, and then meets Buckโ€™s gaze again. โ€œYou are gonna be someoneโ€™s once in a lifetime. I just know it. But not-โ€ Thereโ€™s a strangled sound between them, from god knows where. Maybe itโ€™s Buck, maybe itโ€™s Tommy. Maybe itโ€™s both.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m sorry,โ€ Tommy whispers.ย 
In a blink, Buckโ€™s hand is empty and Tommyโ€™s weaving through the crowd. Leaving him all overย  again.
โ€œNo, wait! Hold on!โ€ Buck drops the microphone, ready to chase after him this time. Like he didnโ€™t before. Like he should have. He apologizes as he knocks into tables and past servers until heโ€™s finally out in the cool night air. He licks the salty tears from his lips, frantically searching in every direction. It hasnโ€™t been that long. Buck was seconds behind. Tommy has to be here.ย 
But heโ€™s not. Thereโ€™s no sign of him in the crowds of people walking by. People laughing and talking and living their lives with fully formed hearts. All of them ignorant to Buck and his despair.ย 
โ€œWait,โ€ he rasps, falling to his knees in the middle of the filthy LA sidewalk. โ€œPlease wait.โ€ย 
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hopeisgrey ยท 29 days ago
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my parents before divorce, 2016
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iloveasunflowah89 ยท 1 year ago
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๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ
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mydragonsareageing ยท 7 months ago
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knowing I could've had it all.
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theleechyskrunkly ยท 1 year ago
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I FORHOT I'M NOT WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR UNDER MY SHORTS AND I FELL ASLEEP AGAIN SO WHEN I WOKE UP I ALMOST DIED FEELING MY COLD ASS CHARGER ON MY BARE ASS CHEEK ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ (my shorts won't stop riding up either but I don't feel like getting up to look for another pair and some underwear ๐Ÿ˜ญ)
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mint-midnight ยท 2 years ago
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๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
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cheeseycapy ยท 18 days ago
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I wasnโ€™t tagged but I really wanted to do the fruit quiz! Guilty pleasure, I love doing these sorta quizzes hehe. ๐Ÿ˜‹
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Iโ€™m a watermelon! Accurate, my brain doesnโ€™t shut off. I will overthink everything screeee. ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Time to tag some people! @peepawpie @leffee @someverygaymoth @coreneedscoffee @darwuzhere @eldritchcats
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Which fruit are you? Find out here!
Tagging: @actuallysaiyan @beneathstarryskies @akiraiscute @randoimago @multi-fandom-imagine @iambilliejeanok @icycoldninja @abellaheart-blog @terabyteturtle @philistiniphagottini
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pjackk ยท 8 months ago
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i can make pictures easily๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡โ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿบ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿจ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿข๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชปโš˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝโ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡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reputayswift ยท 4 months ago
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Oh, here we go again ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ the voices in his head ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ’ญ called the rain to end ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐ŸŒง๏ธ OUR days of wild ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’จโ›ˆ๏ธ the sickest army doll ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค’ purchased at the mall ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿคฉ rivulets descend MY plastic smile ๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ’ง (but-you should-โ€™ve seen-him when-he firstโ€ฆGOT me!!! โœ‹๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคš) MYYY boy ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ˜ on-ly breaks-his favโ€™rite tOooOooys ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜กโ€ฆtOooOooOoooOys OohOohOh-Oooh! IIIโ€™m queeen~ ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ˆ (of-sand cast-les he-destrooOooys ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฐ)โ€ฆOooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh! โ€˜cause it fit too right ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ puzzle pieces in the dead of night ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงฉ๐ŸŒŒ shouldโ€™ve known it was a matter of time ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธ OooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh MYYY boy ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ˜ on-ly breaks-his favโ€™rite tOooOooys ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜กโ€ฆOooOooOOohOohOh-Ooohโ€ฆthere was a lit-an-y of reasons-why ๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ‘ˆ we couldโ€™ve played for keeps this time ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ I know Iโ€™m just. rePEATING mySELF! ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ put me. back on MY SHELF ๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅฑ but first. โœ‹๐Ÿ˜ณ๐ŸคšPULL the STRING ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค” and Iโ€™ll tell you that he runs because he loves me ๐Ÿ˜‰ โ€œ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ ๐“›๐“ž๐“ฅ๐“”๐“ข ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐Ÿ˜โ€๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™„ (โ€˜cause-you should-โ€™ve seen-him when-he first. SAW me!!! ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿคฉ) MYYY boy ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ˜ on-ly breaks-his favโ€™rite tOooOooys ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜กโ€ฆtOooOooOoooOys OohOohOh-Oooh! IIIโ€™m queeen~ ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ˆ (of-sand cast-les he-destrooOooys ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฐ)โ€ฆOooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh! โ€˜cause I knew too much ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง there was danger in the heat of my touch ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‘ˆ he saw forever โ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘€ so he smashed it up ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿ’” OooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh MYYY boy ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ˜ on-ly breaks-his favโ€™rite tOooOooys ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜กโ€ฆOooOooOooOohOohOh-Oooh (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) once I fix me โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) heโ€™s gonna MISS me ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) once I fix MEEE ๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) heโ€™s gonna missโ€ฆmeโ€ฆJUST SAY WHEN โœ‹๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคš Iโ€™d play A-GAIN ๐Ÿ˜‰ he was MY best FRIEND, down at the sandlot ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ I felt MORE WHEN we played PRE-TEND ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ than with all the KENS โ€˜cause ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฅฑ he took me out of my box ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜ˆ stole my tortured heart โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿค๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ left all these broken parts ๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆต told me Iโ€™m better off ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿค• (but IIiIiiiIiiiIiโ€™m notโ€ฆIโ€™m notโ€ฆIโ€™m notโ€ฆ)
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hippolotamus ยท 5 months ago
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Hi my love.
Could I please have yearning, absolutely, tire, and Christ for your word guessing game ๐Ÿ˜
Hello, sweetheart ๐Ÿฅฐ
I don't have yearning but I do have yearn in you're where I wanna go
The soft parts of him that yearn for a motherโ€™s affection do want her to show genuine curiosity.
also from YWIWG
Fuck, heโ€™s so tired. And cold. And lost.
Part of him wants to vow heโ€™ll never let himself get this drunk again without a solid plan to get home. The more realistic part scoffs, knowing he will absolutely do this again.
Eddie doesnโ€™t want him. Christ, why did he even come back?
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hotvampireadjacent ยท 1 year ago
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Twas the night ๐ŸŒ‘ ๐ŸŒ™ before ๐Ÿ˜‚ DICKmas ๐Ÿ†โ„ ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŽ„and all ๐Ÿ’ฏ through the house ๐Ÿ  ๐Ÿ , BIG ๐Ÿ˜ฑ ERECTIONS โฌ† ๐Ÿ† WERE STIRRING ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘€, AS BIG ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฉ AS A MOUSE ๐Ÿญ. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ™Œ๐ŸŒญ๐ŸŒฝTheir SCHLONGS were hung ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ‘ โฌ‡๏ธ from their groins ๐Ÿ† with good ๐Ÿ‘Œ care ๐Ÿ’…, ๐Ÿ’ In hopes ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Œ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ MAGIC โœจ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ PUSSIES ๐Ÿฑ ๐Ÿ˜ป๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ˜œ soon ๐Ÿ”œ would be there. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ The SLUTS ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ’ฆ were all ๐Ÿ’ฏ nestled, snug โฌ† in their beds ๐Ÿ›Œ ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ›Œ while dreams๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ’ญ of RED ๐Ÿ”ด โค๏ธ๐Ÿ”ดDILDOS danced๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ’ƒin their heads๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ‘… And daddy ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ˜ in his ๐Ÿ’ฆ G-STRING๐Ÿ˜‰๐ŸŒš, and I ๐Ÿ‘ฅ in the SACK๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿ˜„ had just settled ๐Ÿ‘ down ๐Ÿ”ป for a LONG๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“™ winterโ€™s THWACKโ€ผ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ˜
Only a few โฐ more hours ๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ•ฐ til โฌ† Santa ๐ŸŽ… ๐ŸŽ…๐ŸพCUMS!!! ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ฆ๐ŸŽŠ Make ๐Ÿ’˜ sure ๐Ÿ’ฏ your ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ’ฆ cookie ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ˜ณ ๐Ÿช is yummy ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿคค โœ”๏ธenough for him ๐Ÿ‘ด ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿฟ to eat ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘! ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘… Send ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฌ this to 1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ of your ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฟ SLUTTIEST ๐Ÿ‘„ ๐Ÿ˜ˆ DICKMAS ๐Ÿ†โ„ ๐ŸŒฝCOCKSUCKERS ๐ŸŒฝ to get ๐Ÿ‰ BUTTFUCKED ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ต by Santaโ€™s XXXtra ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿพ long ๐Ÿ•š ๐Ÿ’ˆ North ๐Ÿ‘† Pole ๐Ÿ’ˆ! ๐Ÿ’ˆHave a MERRY ๐ŸŽŠ DICKMAS ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ฆ and a SLUTTY ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ’ฆ ๐Ÿ˜œ NEW ๐Ÿ†• YEAR ๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ“… ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜˜
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Please ๐Ÿถ anon. Iโ€™m a married man ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ’
Though that does give me so many good ideas..
Pretending to be Muzanโ€™s husband, a slayer finding you both in the cities so you have to press him against the wall and kiss him breathless to keep undercover. One thing leads to another and youโ€™re fucking him in both his female and male form. He is humiliated with the noises heโ€™s making and the way his body is trembling in your hold, heโ€™s almost tempted to kill you.. but then you give him the most earth shattering orgasm and suddenly youโ€™re his right hand man. Fucking him in every room of the infinity castle, sucking him off against the tree in the middle of an abandoned path, eating him out bent over against a well in the middle of a town during the night.
He even slips up and calls you his husband to one of the upper moons.
Toji getting married for money.. unhappy but not on the streets. His fat, rich husband dragging him to a fancy party - heโ€™s bored out of his mind but heโ€™ll do anything for a bag, and then he feels eyes on the back of his head - a cursed spirit under the guise of a tall, handsome businessman, watching him with burning insatiable need.
Tojiโ€™s done a lot of fucked up things for money, but none of them felt this good. Back arching as the curse fucks him deep and hard, his stupid husband calling his name as he gets fucked in the bathroom stall. Another fat wad of cash shoved between his tits to answer him, calling out that heโ€™s fine and heโ€™ll be out in a minute as your second set of hands begins to stroke and prod at his already stuffed hole.
Maybe big bad husband Crocodile finding no other option to discipline Buggy, calling you in - his prized bodyguard - to fuck some manners into the clown. Grabbing a hold of his bottom half as Mihawk grabs his head, forcing him to look as you and Crocodile kiss atop his decapitated body, your cock sinking inside him slowly.
Or even being Caesar Clowns โ€˜Work husbandโ€™ - a title he gave you and pretended everyone else gave it to you and he was disgusted by the prospect, though he never once stopped using it - youโ€™re his assistant, bringing him snacks and drinks, getting files and viles.
One day bringing him a magenta vile labelled โ€˜dangerousโ€™ โ€˜do not drinkโ€™ โ€˜do not inhaleโ€™, youโ€™re oh so careful with this stupid little bottle when youโ€™re tripped - Caesars tendril of smoke whisping back into his cloud coat. But instead of the vile landing on you like he had planned, it lands straight into his big mouth, draining the contents as his face turns bright red. Not even a minute later heโ€™s leaking and begging you on his hands and knees that he needs your babies in him, he needs your dick inside of him and for you to breed him like livestock. Fucking little creep was trying to roofie you, well now you had all the means for some revenge.
Anyway, the bunny Zoro fic was fucking delicious. I need that bunny boy to come back whining for reader to cuddle and snuggle and fuck him stupid again.
Love you Hurlers.
- ๐Ÿ‰
Btw, have you watched My Hero? I have been trying to find someone to talk about All Might with. The way they have him in this newest episode has my dick drippinggg ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ซ
MUZAN AND TOJI??? WHAT A GOOD DAY TO BE ALIVE. just finished reading another banger thirst in my inbox and then i'm placed face to face with this. i seriously love you all.
no kidding. sugar baby toji is the singular best take on his character in the world of fanfics, and reader being a curse fits so well, i'm in awe. and caesar clown and aphrodisiacs mix so well, holy fucking shit. i'm going to be super busy after this month ends.
and yeah, i've watched mha. :) i'm not caught up with the latest two seasons, but i'm familiar with the lore up to s5. go ahead and rant about all might!!! thank you for the obscenely delicious thirsts!!!
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theleechyskrunkly ยท 1 year ago
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OH WTH MOONY FELL OFF THE TOP 2 FANS ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ
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rhey-007 ยท 1 year ago
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Anger Harms Beauty
Lance Stroll x Alonso!reader
โ€ข | social media au / enemies to lovers
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Summary: Your father setting you up for a horrible date with Lance, changed your both's indifference to a mutual hate. But when your inappropriate photos get leaked out the Canadian is first to defend and help you.
Warnings/Tags: female reader, fluff, mentions of revealing photos, toxic reader and Lance, mutual hate, enemies to lovers
A/N: I'm recently head over heels with Lance so you can expect more fics with him ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ I also have a personal beef with his Vegas beard it's too much, the Brazil one was just perfect TwT
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โ€ขlance_stroll: Great weekend in Montreal! Thank you all! ๐Ÿ’ž
โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial: P3 and P7! We're rocking it!
โ€ขuser1: can't believe Lance was P7...
โ€ขastonmartinf1: great performance from both drivers! Congrats! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅณ๐ŸŽ‰
โ€ขy/n._.alonso: SHAVE OFF THAT GROSS DILL ๐Ÿคข you look older than my father and he's almost 50!
โ†’ โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial: I'm not that old... :(
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: Lo siento papa ๐Ÿ’ž (I'm sorry dad)
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: shave your armpits and then we can talk
โ†’ โ€ขuser2: Lance is savage ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
โ†’ โ€ขuser3: that's more mean than savage
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โ€ขy/n._.alonso: ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿคค๐Ÿด
โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial: my baby should open a restaurant!!! ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿคค
โ€ขuser4: ah to be y/n and eat such delicious food whenever I want and still have a body of a goddess... TwT
โ€ขlance_stroll: you're gonna be fat if you eat all that
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: says a guy who eats the trashiest food ever
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: at least I work out and don't slump in bed 24/7
โ€ขbluebellhorner: best food I ate in like forever! ๐Ÿ˜
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: thank you honey! ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž
โ€ขuser5: I want to try it so bad ๐Ÿ˜ญ
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โ€ขlance_stroll: just bought this beauty and I can't get over how amazing it is! ๐Ÿ˜
โ€ขestebanocon: good for you buddy! The best car you own for sure! ๐Ÿ’ช
โ€ขlogansargeant: what a pretty beast! when's my turn for a ride?
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: whenever you'd like :)
โ€ขy/n._.alonso: you should buy yourself a new face not a car
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: some's jealous daddy won't buy them one ๐Ÿคญ
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: I can buy it myself I don't need daddy's money... Not like someone ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘ˆ
โ†’ โ€ขuser6: โ€ขlance_stroll you got shot with your own weapon! XD
โ€ขuser7: I want this car so much ๐Ÿ˜ฉ
โ†’ โ€ขuser8: maybe one day... ๐Ÿฅฒ
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โ€ขy/n._.alonso: gym day with my girlie โ€ขyourbestie ๐Ÿ’ช๐ŸฅŠ
โ€ขuser9: I want that body yadi ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ†’ โ€ขuser10: we all want that body yadi ๐Ÿฅฒ
โ€ขlance_stroll: oh look who started to go to the gym, wonder why... ๐Ÿค”
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: shut up, you wouldn't even take my dad in a fight
โ†’ โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial: don't even bring me into that...
โ†’ โ€ขuser11: the father has had enough ๐Ÿ˜‚
โ†’ โ€ขuser12: he's done with both of them
โ†’ โ€ขuser13: why do they keep fighting under every post???
โ€ขyourbestie: I'm not going to the gym with you anymore... I can't walk now... ๐Ÿฅฒ
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: love you too hihi ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ’ž
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โ€ขy/n._.alonso: looking for a new boo ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ’
โ€ขyourbestie: great weekend so far! Can't wait for the rest! ๐Ÿ˜˜
โ€ขuser13: petition for y/n and bestie to adopt me as their new friend ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ
โ†’ โ€ขuser14: me too!
โ†’ โ€ขlogansargeant: I want too!
โ†’ โ€ขuser13: nu-uh, you would spy for Lance >:(
โ†’ โ€ขlogansargeant: ๐Ÿ˜”
โ€ขlance_stroll: You're not gonna find anyone there, too high level for you
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: you're ona a waaaay lower level than me ๐Ÿ™ƒ
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: you wish
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: no. I know it ๐Ÿ’…
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โ€ขy/n._.alonso: this guy... I can't ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’ž
Never thought he'll become the closest person for me in those hard times. He appeared in my apartment the same day those photos leaked out, arms stuffed with food, flower bouquets and a huuuge teddy bear plushie (I still have no idea how he managed to bring all those things upstairs in one go), ready to comfort me as long as I'd need it. โ€ขlance_stroll I'm sorry I was such a bitch, I love you ๐Ÿ’ž
And I withdraw my words that โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial has the worst taste in men. He knew way better than me from the start and I regret not giving Lance a second chance at the very beginning just as he suggested me to. I'm sorry dad, love you too ๐Ÿ’ž
โ€ขlance_stroll: I forgive you fatty โค
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: don't even start or it'll end too soon -_-
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: sorry mami โค
โ†’ โ€ขuser15: that is so cute I can't ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’ž
โ†’ โ€ขuser16: THEY ARE TOO CUTE KSXNDNBDJEJ
โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial: of course I was right ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’…
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: Eres el mejor papa ๐Ÿ’ž (you're the best dad)
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial can I call you papa too now? :3
โ†’ โ€ขfernandoalo_oficial: nope ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: :(
โ€ขestebanocon: fucking finally! ๐ŸŽ‰
โ†’ โ€ขlogansargeant: YEEES ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ช YOU GUYS SLAY
โ†’ โ€ขyourbestie: stop...
โ€ขyourbestie: โ€ขlance_stroll our beef ain't ending here >:(
โ†’ โ€ขlance_stroll: โ€ขy/n._.alonsoโ— she's is threatening me againโ—โ—โ—
โ†’ โ€ขy/n._.alonso: don't even start... ๐Ÿซฅ
โ†’ โ€ขuser17: AGAIN??? โ€ขyourbestie GURL WHAT DID YOU DO???
โ†’ โ€ขyourbestie: ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿ’ž
โ†’ โ€ขuser18: I bet she tried killing him more than once ๐Ÿ˜‚
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Rochester: Hey God, so Jane agreed to marry me!๐Ÿ’ But before you get angry with meโ€ฆ hear me out ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘ˆ
God: โ˜๏ธโ˜๏ธโ˜๏ธ
Rochester: โ€œHave I not found her friendless and poor? Will I not love, cherish and provide for her?
God: ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’จ
Jane: itโ€™s getting a little windyโ€ฆ (aside: why is he talking about me when Iโ€™m right here?)
Rochester: no worries Janet everything is fine๐Ÿ˜Š (aside: it will atoneโ€ฆ it will atoneโ€ฆ)
God: ๐ŸŒง๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธ
Rochester: Menโ€™s opinion I defy it!๐Ÿ˜กI know my Maker sanctions what I do๐Ÿฅฐ
God: โ›ˆ๏ธNOโšก๏ธIโšก๏ธDONโ€™Tโšก๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ
Rochester: the weather is changing๐Ÿคจ (definitely not a sign) Jane I could have stayed here with you all night๐Ÿฅน
โ€”โ€”THE NEXT MORNINGโ€”โ€”
Jane: oh my gosh what a storm that was last nightโ€ฆ huh what is this!? the old chestnut tree was struck by lightning and split in half!?๐Ÿ˜จ
God: Jane my childโ€ฆ โœจrunโœจ
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