#๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’–โœจ
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hobermallowed ยท 10 months ago
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he's like a kitty cat to me โ‚ŠหšโŠนโ™ก
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weirdfishy ยท 1 year ago
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sometimes the โ€˜likeโ€™ in โ€œi hope they like me as much as i like themโ€ is zero. we are not friends.
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ripempezardexerox ยท 3 months ago
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Believe me when I tell you:
๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ขโ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคง๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ’ซโญ๐ŸŒŸโœจ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ•ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐ŸŽ‰โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’Ÿโ™ฅ๏ธโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿซ‚๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿป๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿค›๐Ÿป๐Ÿค›๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค›๐ŸฟโœŠโœŠ๐ŸปโœŠ๐ŸผโœŠ๐ŸฝโœŠ๐ŸพโœŠ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซด๐Ÿป๐Ÿซด๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซท๐Ÿป๐Ÿซท๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿคš๐Ÿป๐Ÿคš๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฟโœ‹โœ‹๐Ÿปโœ‹๐Ÿผโœ‹๐Ÿฝโœ‹๐Ÿพโœ‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ––๐Ÿป๐Ÿ––๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿฟ๐ŸคŸ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿผ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿพ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿป๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค˜๐ŸฟโœŒ๏ธโœŒ๐ŸปโœŒ๐ŸผโœŒ๐ŸฝโœŒ๐ŸพโœŒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿคž๐Ÿป๐Ÿคž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿค™๐Ÿป๐Ÿค™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿฟ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿป๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿผ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿพ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿซต๐Ÿป๐Ÿซต๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿฟโ˜๏ธโ˜๐Ÿปโ˜๐Ÿผโ˜๐Ÿฝโ˜๐Ÿพโ˜๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฟโœ๏ธโœ๐Ÿปโœ๐Ÿผโœ๐Ÿฝโœ๐Ÿพโœ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿค๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฟโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿผโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿฝโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿคท๐Ÿป๐Ÿคท๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿปโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿปโ€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sunsetsandsunshine ยท 3 months ago
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If me and my mutualโ€™s were the Spider-gangโ€ฆ
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โค๏ธEMERY AS MILES MORALES๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ @sunsetsandsunshine
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Yโ€™ALL ALREADY KNOOOOWWWW ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“
Artist of the group
My Dad is a police officer AND detective soooooooโ€ฆ
He has done the โ€œYou gotta say I love you backโ€ thing to me multiple timesโ€ฆ
Fucking loves having friends and talking to people
COMIC BOOKS ARE LIFEโ€ผ๏ธ COMIC BOOKS ARE LOVEโ€ผ๏ธ
Keeping the collectibles I N S I D E of the box!!! IT STAYS NICE AND FRESH THAT WAYโ€” LIKE PRODUCE YK???!!!
Tries to be quote on quote โ€œcoolerโ€ in front of othersโ€ฆ
Newsflash? It never works
๐Ÿ’ Family lover all the way ๐Ÿ’
Music is LIFE ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽผโ€ฆidfk what weโ€™d do without itโ€ฆ
A collector of many random thingsโ€” rocks, toys, bracelets you NAME it
Hyperactive as HELL
Has a hard time accepting loss
โ€œNAHโ€ โ€œ๐Ÿซ โ€ โ€œUHMโ€ฆโ€ โ€œAAAAAAAAHHHHHโ€
A sketchbook for literally every season
When it comes to friendships, I will try everything in my power to maintain it and try to keep it going but once Iโ€™m done? Iโ€™m done ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ
A singer ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿพ
Physical affection ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’“
Apologies WAAAAAAY too fucking much
H A P P Y. S T I M S.
Suppressed anger issues
Knows way too many people both online and irl
Becomes a whole different person when angry ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿพ
Beatboxes and raps horribly
Basically Miles is me and Iโ€™m Miles โค๏ธ๐Ÿ–ค
๐ŸคJOJO AS GWEN STACY๐Ÿฉต @shut-up-jo
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Cool af legit why the hell are you friends with me manโ€”
Musician of the group ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽป๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽน๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽธ
Shows up to your house without warning like you owe her money
In a band (most def)
Says the most DIABOLICAL and out of pocket shit known to MAN
๐Ÿ”ฅ Would burn down the kitchen if she ever cooked ๐Ÿ”ฅ
Listens to Billy Joel ๐Ÿ˜Œ
POPULAR AF
Short af too ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ
BAD PICK-UP LINESโ€ฆ
Would be cancelled if any of her texts got leaked
โ€œDIEโ€ โ€œKYSโ€ โ€œCHOKEโ€ โ€œSTFUโ€
Had the WORST 2020 phase (Iโ€™m sorry ilysm please donโ€™t kill me ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ)
AOT lover (as you fucking should )
Honesty is the best policy ๐Ÿ’‹
Changes her voice depending on who sheโ€™s talking to
Has the most fucking unhinged and cursed FYP page
Doesnโ€™t matter what social media appโ€ฆitโ€™s just straight up CURSED
Gives the best advice like oml
Could host a TED-talk but would thereโ€™s a 99.9% she would get cancelled
Needs to take a flipping BREAK ๐Ÿ’•
Could make a TV show with her life (with like a million specials and crossovers)
Licks the powder off the Doritos and/or Takiโ€™s and puts them back in the bag ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€ฆ
Has burned Barbieโ€™s before
Unironically sings 'Dance Monkey' just because
Your so so silly I love you so much ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฉต
๐Ÿ’›SANA AS PAVITIR๐Ÿฉท @itzsana-kiddingmenow
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If sunshine were a person ๐ŸŒž
Has a really toxic fanbaseโ€ฆ
โœจAnxietyโœจ
The best cook out of all 4 of us probably
โ€œ๐Ÿฅบโ€ โ€œGRRRRRRRโ€ โ€œ๐Ÿ™ˆโ€ โ€œNAUUURโ€
Calls people adorable, cute etc but canโ€™t handle when people say that to her ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ’“
Your adorable btw โ˜บ๏ธ
When sheโ€™s mad she doesnโ€™t cuss that much but most def just says big words
#TOXICFRIENDSGANG
Takes selfies like every single second ๐Ÿ“ฑ
Has Snapchat probably
Has listened to JoJo Siwaโ€™s Karma WAAAAY too many timesโ€ฆ
Would fold like a lawn chair if poked in the side ๐Ÿ’•
FANGIRL
โœจ Bilingual queen โœจ
Sobbed for DAYS when MatPat dropped his departure videoโ€ฆ
Is way too fucking smart ๐Ÿ˜‰
Has the Ultimate Alpha Sigma Gyatt Rizz but doesnโ€™t know it quite yet ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ
A tea lover โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿต
Would go to antique stores with people to just look at things and then end up buying the whole ass store
Does cartwheels for funsies
Overthinker โ˜น๏ธ
Could solo Bakugou and win
Is going to be a menace one she learns how to drive
Needs more sleep frfr
My lil sugar cream puff over here you guys ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿฉท
๐Ÿ’™ZEEZIE AS HOBIE BROWNโค๏ธ @ziipzeepzop-eez
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101% effort in E V E R Y T H I N G
Side-eyes ๐Ÿคจ
Has more rizz than the whole Earth population combined
โ€œFWโ€ โ€œTHATโ€™S RACISTโ€ โ€œTWWINNNNโ€ โ€œYUUURRโ€
EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS
Did I say emojis?
Comes up with the most cutest freaking nicknames for people ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿฉทโ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ’“โœจ
TAKE A BREAK ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก
Can most definitely win a dance battle against anyone but acts like she canโ€™t
Dad jokes ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ
Uses finger guns unironically (through text and in person) ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿฝ
Could make a diss-track about so many people ๐Ÿซขโ€ฆ
Would have a million cats if she could
Probably had a Gacha Life phase
Would go to a movie theater just to watch cat videos on the big screen
Popular af ๐Ÿ’•
Friends with legit everyone ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ
Would actually murder a man if they hurt one of her friends
Has watched Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas soooooo many damn times
Guillmero Del Toroโ€™s Pinocchio made her ugly cry (Same here ๐Ÿซ )
Could solo everyone here on Tumblr easily ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘๏ธ
Hates Twitter/X but only has it for the โœจdramaโœจ
FAIRY LIIIGHTS
Is most def someoneโ€™s opp โ˜บ๏ธ
Can multi-task like crazy
So cool and dazzling and aahhhfhfhds ๐Ÿ’™โค๏ธ
(If any of this makes any of you guys uncomfy just DM me and I can erase it ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ)
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unlicensedcardiologist ยท 1 year ago
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Mfs when they find out autism is a spectrum: ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅณ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซก๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿค˜๐ŸคŸ๐ŸซฐโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ–โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿคด๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ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’๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿช–โ›‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿ‘“๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿ•ถโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’โ™กโ™ฅ๏ธŽโฅโฆโงโ˜™โขเฆแƒšแƒ“แƒฆษžสšเท†แฐ”แฉšแฐ”เฆžเฌ“แœŠแฅซแญก๊จ„เฎแฆ—๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿผ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿต๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿด๐Ÿ—๐Ÿบ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿœ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿฆ–๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฆ‚๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿฆ—๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿก๐Ÿ ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŒต๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฟ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿชต๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ„๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅโ˜„๏ธโšก๏ธโœจ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒˆโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒคโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฅโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’จ๐ŸŒฌโ›„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ„๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉโ›ˆ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿซงโ˜”๏ธโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿง…๐Ÿง„๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฆช๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿตโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿพโšฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿˆโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿช€๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ›๐Ÿน๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿ‚โ›ท๐ŸŽฟ๐ŸฅŒโ›ธ๐Ÿ›ท๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›น๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคบโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ—๐Ÿต๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿ†๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿฉฐ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿช•๐ŸŽป๐ŸŽฒโ™Ÿ๐ŸŽฏ๐ŸŽณ๐ŸŽฎ๐ŸŽฐ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš™๐ŸšŒ๐ŸšŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿšœ๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšš๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐Ÿšƒ๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš‰โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ›ซโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿ›ณ๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ดโš“๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿšงโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŸ๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐ŸŽ โ›ฒ๏ธโ›ฑ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ›–โ›บ๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ—๐Ÿญ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿช๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿคโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿž๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒƒ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒโŒš๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ—œ๐Ÿ•น๐Ÿ“น๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“žโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ•ฐโฐโฒโฑ๐Ÿงญ๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ™๐Ÿ“ปโŒ›๏ธโณ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ›ข๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿชช๐Ÿ’Žโš–๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชคโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฉ๐Ÿชšโ›๐Ÿ› โš’๐Ÿ”จโ›“๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿบโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฐ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ’ˆโš—๏ธ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿงน๐ŸŒก๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿช ๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ›Ž๐Ÿงด๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿช’๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช†๐Ÿ–ผ๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿช„๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŽ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿงงโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿชง๐Ÿท๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—ณ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿงท๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿงฎ๐Ÿ“Œโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–Œโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Šโœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸค๐ŸŸฃ๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸข๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸ ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸซโฌ›๏ธโฌœ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ÿโ˜ฎ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏโœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โ˜ช๏ธโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ›โ›Žโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโš›๏ธ๐Ÿ†”โ™“๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘โ˜ข๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆต๐ŸˆดใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ†˜โŒโญ•๏ธ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšทโ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ“›โ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿšญโ—๏ธโ•โ“โ”โ€ผ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฐโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿšธโš ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”…โ‰๏ธโ™ป๏ธโœ…๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’นโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโŽ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ’ค๐ŸŒ€โ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšผโšง๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”คโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ“ถ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ†–๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†“0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ9๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”ข#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃโ๏ธโ–ถ๏ธโธโฏโนโบ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ผโ—€๏ธโฌโซโชโฉโฎโญโžก๏ธโฌ…๏ธโฌ†๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†—๏ธโ†˜๏ธโ†™๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”‚๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”€โคต๏ธโคด๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถโž•โž–โž—โœ–๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ‘โ€๐Ÿ—จยฎ๏ธยฉ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”œใ€ฐ๏ธโžฐโžฟโœ”๏ธโ˜‘๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”บโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿ”น๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ปโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธ๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ””โ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™ ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ”•โ™ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŽด๐Ÿ€„๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿณ๏ธ๐Ÿด๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด
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**new & updated**
intro to my page, PLS READ ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ
i love pink, black, and all things FAT, so if you donโ€™t like feedism and fatties or pink, TOODLES B*TCHES ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ’–(kidding w the pink๐Ÿคฃ)
this is a feedism and all things fat blog๐ŸŒธ
โฌ†๏ธ( with a hint of food, cats and weed lmao )
pls donโ€™t interact if this isnโ€™t ur thing - there is no toleration of hate or judgement around these sides !
( 18+ ONLY PLS ๐Ÿ”ž )
LINK TO ME & MY WIFEโ€™S JOINT/COUPLES FEEDISM PAGEโฌ‡๏ธโœจ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ
All my content on Tumblr & Instagram is free for the feedism community to enjoy including videos & pictures.. & being an active gainer is NOT cheap๐Ÿ˜ญso if you would ever be so kind to donate, it would LITERALLY mean the absolute world๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ’–
PAYPAL LINK BELOW๐Ÿฅบโคต๏ธ
~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~
HELLO, HIIIIII & WELCOME ๐Ÿ’œ
Iโ€™m Feedee Babyโ˜บ๏ธ
THE OG FEEDEE BABY ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿคช
age : 21๐Ÿ’•
sexuality: ๐ŸŒˆ femme lesbian ( and very taken๐Ÿ’ ) @studchublover7
pronouns : she/her ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿฆฑ (iโ€™m a cis-gender women)
from: UK ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง
neurodivergent: Autistic & ADHD ๐Ÿ’›
metrics:
SW: 191lbs (87kg)
CW: 260lbs (118kg)
GW: who knows?๐Ÿคญ
~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~
-if this is your place to be, then please give a follow and interact๐Ÿ˜— donโ€™t be shy !๐Ÿ’•
-i am open to dms! (pls donโ€™t be a creep, bcos i will block you๐Ÿคฃ) iโ€™d really love to make some more friends and mutuals in the feedism community. Also, NO MEN dm me please, itโ€™s nothing personal, I just donโ€™t feel comfortable talking with yโ€™all..๐Ÿ’•
-feedism is something so beautiful and healing for me, itโ€™s all about enjoying food and loving my chubby body, i donโ€™t really have a goal weight..i just wanna eat and love my fat lmao๐Ÿ’•
-iโ€™m also not bothered about how big i get, as long as i can still travel and live lifeโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ’–
~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~
kinks/what I AM into:
feedee, gainer, sapphic nsfw, weight gain, submissive, fat play, soft feedism, bdsm, light humiliation, belly worship, teasing, bloating/stuffing, tight clothes, size contrast
what iโ€™m NOT into:
vore, scat/piss play, pet play, death feedism, immobility, extreme feedism, slob, extreme humiliation, mutual gaining
~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~๐Ÿ’–~๐ŸŒธ~
Everyone is welcome here as long as youโ€™re kind!
LGBTQIA+ FRIENDLY BLOG๐ŸŒˆ
&
DISABLED FRIENDLY BLOGโ™ฟ๏ธ
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Hi! I'm the same anon that requested the "Batson and The Bat's son" imagine. I'm so glad you had fun writing it โค๏ธ and honestly- I can't stop rereading it ๐Ÿ˜ญ words can't describe how it makes me feel (in the best way ofc!). I'm hoping it isn't too soon to be asking for a (kinda) sequel ๐Ÿ’€ or prequel- depends on you!
Basically Billy talks about the reader to his family but he's kinda vague, since he doesn't wanna reveal too much and he knows Freddy would bombard him and her with questions if he says too much. They also haven't met the reader yet so they start joking that she's imaginary. One day the team gets themselves into a situation they can't get out of. So the reader comes in and saves them and in the heat of the moment Billy says smth like "SEE- SHE'S REAL". After he says that he has to inevitably introduce the reader to them. Idk what else I want to happen ๐Ÿ˜ญ tho I trust your creative mind ๐Ÿ› pls take your time and have a good day โœจ๐Ÿ’–
Omg haii๐Ÿ˜ผ!! I'm so happy you enjoyed it, like, I wasn't sure how well it was going to turn out, but I think I did right by you, which is always the goal for any requester๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ. Anyhow, yes, I am happy to continue your "Wonder-Daughter dates Billy" lore, I'm super into this, and I really hope you like it๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ’•.
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Prompt: The duties of being an "average" teenage boy are proving to be quite difficult for Billy. School, chores, being a superhero, keeping your family safe from supervillains, magic, and monsters... And, oh yeah, making sure you don't get beat up by your superhero girlfriend's best friends. OH, and make sure you don't reveal her secret identity to anyone...
That last bit is extra difficult when you have a nosy, superhero obsessed, younger-by-a-month little brother, though.
Timeline: Post S!:FOTG
TW/Content: Freddy teasing TF outta Billyโšก๏ธBizzaro cameo๐Ÿ˜ฑ?!โšก๏ธSwearing, cuz teenagers do thatโšก๏ธYou (reader) being so awesome-powerful-coolโšก๏ธBilly loving you so, so, so much๐Ÿฅบโšก๏ธSo many references, be like Ash and Ketchum all
Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns! Wonder Woman's Daughter!
Requested By: Anon
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The golden light casted above the two of you dowsed your body in gold, creating an aura around your figure that Billy wished was nothing short of permanent. Not that he didn't already believe you to be a gift he had no clue how he earned. He just thought the added halo effect seemed fitting, even if it was just a result of a house/porch light that needed thorough cleaning.
"Thank you for joining me today." You spoke once he disconnected his earbuds from the jack of his phone. "I had a great time with you, as always."
"Of course! I'd never miss a chance to go out with you." He admitted, a lot quieter than his voice had previously been on the walk back to his home. But swiftly, the confidence returned as he clicked his phone off and smiled.
"Next time, I'll introduce you to some Steve Lacy."
You tilted your head while he went on in better clarification.
"He's another musician. You'll like him."
Your lips formed an 'Oh' shape as you nodded in understanding before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and then his forehead.
"I'll see you next week, okay, Billy?"
He nodded, ignoring the heat rising through his body at your simple acts of affection. Maybe he had gotten a little used to giving it, but receiving it back was always such a hassle for his mind. Though you couldn't help but find it endearing when he'd trip and stumble over his words or be genuinely left in surprise whenever you'd reciprocate whatever love he had to offer.
But not this time, because he had focused himself on a heavier subject matter, his words catching you before you could walk away.
"Do you really have to go?"
"Hm?" You hummed in confusion, your head turning to look back at him. It was once you saw the look of forlorn glossed in his eyes that you gave him your full attention again, making your way back in front of him as he explained.
"For the week, I mean. Do you really have to go all the way back to Them... There-is... Themu...uh..."
"Themyscira?" You finished, Billy nodding at the correct pronunciation of your birthplace while you giggled.
"You can just call it Paradise Island. But, thank you for trying."
Billy nodded respectfully, almost laughing while he talked.
"Yeah, I bet it is paradise if there's more girls like you over there..."
"Huh?" You quirked a brow at his statement, Billy immediately sensing his slip-up and grasping at loose straws to fix it.
"I... I just mean, because like, I really like you and since you're from there, there's other women like you, or...your mom."
"What?!" You gasped, Billy letting out a curt sigh at his own, horrible explanation. So, he just gave up instead. It was probably for the best. Or, more accurately, in his best interest.
"I just-! I'd...! I love you, and I'd never breathe in another person's direction because nobody can compare to you...?"
"...Much better." You praised his statement that came out as more of a question waiting for your approval, giving him a playful narrow of the eyes while he gave a breath of relief.
"But, yes, I do have to return to Themyscira. I am due to compete in this year's Amazonian Olympic Games. They will determine whether or not I am worthy of my title and abilities. You, of all people, should understand this given you have a magical wizard looking out for you and your family, yes?"
"Well, yeah, but-"
"-Plus, I just..." You sighed, looking off for a moment in melancholy. "I just really want to make my mother proud. She was much younger than me when she first competed, and though she didn't win, I still have a lot to live up to since I haven't returned in nearly eight years."
Billy nodded, showing his understanding for the matter while your gaze remained glued to the porch floor beneath you.
"Are you nervous?" He asked, and almost instantly, you nodded. Hell, just thinking about the whole ordeal made the jitters appear in your stomach and hands.
"Immensely."
With a warm smile, Billy gently took both of your hands into his, cupping them so they'd stop shaking while making sure he was able to hold eye contact with you.
"Well, I just want you to remember that you'll do amazing. No matter what happens, you're still worthy to me, and you'll always have a place here. Just, y'know...be careful. And good luck; don't let them get in your head."
"Oh, Billy..." You sighed in fondess but didn't get to express any further gratitude for his kind words as he went on.
"And also, call me if something happens."
You gave him a look, one that was a clear expression of, "Do you really think we have those silly little phone-thingies on the island...?" He caught it, nodding side to side a little before re-wording.
"Send me a bird letter if anything happens. And like, seriously, be careful because I know it's probably a long trip there and back. Which reminds me, please come back soon. And-!"
"-Billy...!"
He hushed.
"...I will, don't worry yourself. I'll be careful, I'll send you bird letters, and most importantly..."
Just as you had before, but directly on his right dimple this time, you placed down a gentle kiss. A reminder and a promise.
"I love you. And I will be back as soon as I can be."
You watched in amusement at the boy in front of you beginning to grow even more bashful than before, unable to look you in the eyes for fear he'd just crumble beneath you. And honestly, neither you nor him would have it any other way. But, just to be on the safe side and make sure he didn't actually do so, you were quick to capture him in a real kiss. Billy eager to return it with a passion that was predictable yet always appreciated and matched.
"You know I have super-hearing, right...??"
The voice went echoed into the air, the same place your skirt and hair went flying at the sudden gust of wind that almost knocked the two of you over.
"The hell...?" Billy commented as he held you to keep the two of you from falling over, looking around in confusion while you merely rolled your eyes.
"Jon..." You all but murmured, and in reference to his super-hearing, he responded with another burst of speed and more echoed words.
"I'm just saying, like, are you two done now? I don't wanna hear you guys swap spit."
"Obnoxious with the use of your powers, I fear you may hardly deserve them...!! Bring yourself here so you don't have to keep listening in!" You shouted in a scolding tone before letting out a breath and shaking your head.
"Sorry. He's my ride." You both explained and apologized to Billy, the boy nodding in understanding with a slight chuckle before the two of you smiled at Jon's very fast appearance. Stopping right in between you with a quickly dispersing cloud of air behind him, he was quick to give you a joking snarl as you shot him a deadpanned glare.
"Can we go, now? I have a cerfew, too, y'know."
"Yeah, well, some of us can't fly, nor have super-speed. Consider yourself lucky."
The raven-haired boy simply shrugged, sticking his hand out towards Billy to initiate a greeting that the brunette returned with a smile.
"'Sup, Jon?"
"Nothin' much, just, y'know... saving the world. No biggie."
Billy nodded in understanding as they dapped each other up, a smug smile gracing both of their lips.
"Same, same."
"Idiots..." You sighed, unable to contain your smile at the friendship that had blossomed between the two. Damian, on the other hand... was still a work in progress, hence is absence.
It wasn't long after their brief moment of catching up that the two of you took your leave, Jon carrying you as you waved down to your boyfriend for the final time this evening, him waving back until Jon was swiftly out of sight. A loud, crashing boom of him breaking the sound barrier to follow up after that caused the front door to swing open.
"I thought I said no Shazaming in the house...?"
Billy whipped around to face Victor, thinking quickly to come up with a viable excuse.
"It wasn't me!"
Nice one, Billy.
"It was my girlfriend, she just left, like... two seconds ago."
Victor raised a brow at his son's explanation, watching as he scratched the back of his neck while continuing to ramble on.
"Well, technically, it wasn't her. She was getting a ride from someone else and he- It- Whatever, nevermind, it doesn't matter."
The man chuckled while his son slipped past him and into the house, letting out a teasing, "Girlfriend, huh? I guess that explains the..." and circling around his own face to imply something. Billy, who didn't even spare a look back, hadn't caught on upon making his way to the dining room.
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All five of his siblings, his parents, and welcomed guest Anthea, watched as Billy shoveled spaghetti into his mouth at an ungodly rate. Which one would think would be impossible for a literal demi-god, but here they were. Alas, it's not like anyone could really blame him. It was his favorite meal, it was Rosa's cooking, and he was sick of the vegetarian meals Darla had been making for the past four days.
Although, it wasn't the main reason he was being gawked at in the moment, Freddy and Eugene the ones to be stifling laughter while the rest wanted nothing more than to tell him. It was clear he didn't realize, it was just a matter of how to approach the subject...
"Um... Billy?" Mary began gently, the teen not even looking up from his plate as he continued to eat, unknowing of his entire family's attention on him.
"You have... a little something, like, all over... your face right now." She made the same circling motion around her face as Victor had prior, not that he saw that one either. Just missing it, actually, finally looking up to notice all of the odd stares towards his seat at the table.
"Oh." Was his only reaction, setting down his fork to wipe his cheek. It gained more unseen giggles for some reason, but his only goal was to get back to eating, so natrually, he brushed then off with a curt, "Thank you, Mary." and continued is stuffing.
"No, you still..." Anne spoke aloud this time, her words trailing off when she realized she hadn't caught him in time once he started eating again.
"You just made it worse, dude." Mary giggled, having to lean her head down on the back of her hand to hide it.
"Oh." Billy spoke again, brows furrowed in the slightest while Rosa had set down her own fork. She motioned for her son to come closer, picking up a napkin and slightly dipping it into her water.
"C'mere honey, let me just wipe them for you..."
"Mom- No, stop it, I got it." He reassured, slightly embarrassed by her offer while going for his own napkin. "I'm not five."
And with one quick motion of his napkin up and down his face, it was clear to everyone but him he had simply made the situation much worse.
"There."
It drew in more laughter, this time from everyone, as he stared around the table in confusion that slowly turned into annoyance. It was like being on the outside of an inside joke, and if there was one thing he was tired of feeling in his life, it was being left out.
"What...?" He questioned, Darla the first and very eager to ask simply out of her own and pure curiosity.
"How come you got kissies all over your face?"
. . .
"...Huh...?"
Everyone burst into laughter, Billy's questioning gaze soon shifting into one of realization as he thought back. Back to moments that felt forever ago, where you had placed kisses across his face. Kisses with your lips coated in dark red lipstick...
"Oh... my god, (Y/N), why... just, why...?" He cursed your name lightly, now taking up Rosa on that offer to clean his face. Not that it mattered, his face still as dark red as the kisses that had now been wiped clean out of sheer embarrassment.
"So that's her name?" Victor pointed out, his voice and chest swelling with pride for his son's unadmitted achievement in life. Getting himself a girlfriend. "(Y/N)..."
He moved his hand across in the air as though your name were the title to an upcoming movie or a fresh take. A new and interesting topic, something this family thrived in, especially during dinnertime. And Billy, natrually, was not at all prepared and internally scolded himself for not being careful enough with his words.
It only grew more chaotic from there, Mary, Rosa, Darla, and Anthea letting out squeals loud enough to rival the TV playing in the living room as background noise.
"Billy, you never told me you had a girlfriend! Since, uh, when...?"
"Why would I ever tell you...?" Billy countered Mary's words, Darla already voicing her fantasies on merging her into the already big family.
"Her name is so pretty! Is she pretty, too? I bet she's gorgeous, like a princess! D'you think she'll play mermaid princesses with me?!"
"She must be...!" Rosa agreed swiftly with a laugh, motioning towards Billy fondly with her hand. "You saw all of the little besos she gave him. She probably thinks the same of you, Billy... My sweet boy with his own girlfriend, aww...!"
She just couldn't take it, placing a hand over her heart out of pure happiness for her son who had seemed to have finally found his love. His first one, at that. Which yes, he did, but-
"Mom, stop it, it's not that big of a deal, please..."
Not what he was thinking when you first asked him out, but whatever.
"Oh my gosh," Anne gushed, already jumping in with her own opinion to give. "With a name like that, she's bound to be amazing."
"I-" She kept going, Billy hardly even able to inhale as his siblings gushed on.
"Does she go to Fawcett, too? How come we've never seen her around?"
Freddy's scoff of a laugh caused the attention to leave Billy for a split second and move onto him, the curly-haired boy casually taking a bite from his own plate while he spoke.
"Pro'lly 'cause she ain't real..."
He jumped slightly when Anne quickly landed a slap to his arm, his mouth full and chewing as he laughed and went, "What?" Before it was his mother's turn to scold him verbally.
"Be nice, Freddy, this is probably a big deal for your brother."
Billy rolled his eyes. Not at Freddy (even though he debated kicking him under the table for his implication). But at the sudden attention he was receiving on the topic of his accidentally mentioned girlfriend. He hadn't even known whether or not if he was ready to tell them about you, let alone introducing you to them. Plus, he didn't trust himself enough not to slip up about the fact that you were Valkyrie. Or Wonder Woman's daughter. Or... both facts.
But on the other hand, he wouldn't tolerate any slander of your name, nor would he allow either of you two to become the target of any teasing from the family, so...
"Well, first of all, yes... she is real, Freddy..." Billy glared in his direction, the room going quiet at his words while he continued to clear the case of your existence up.
"And second, Darla, she is... beyond gorgeous. Like, angel levels of pretty, it's unbelievable."
"Wow!!" Darla squealed in excitement as Freddy gave a small tilt of his head to the side.
"Unbelievable, wow, you don't say?"
But nobody heard, too focused on the description of your person and enthralled with just the way he did it. Full of passion and care they hadn't even realized the boy possessed for anyone outside of the family, let alone a girl. A love that couldn't be replicated or replaced, something that'd make you glow red if you had been in the room to hear it.
"She's got this amazing hair that frames her face perfectly, and she wears glasses, but when she takes them off, you can see how, like... just wow her eyes are. They remind me of a type of jewel or something because they literally sparkle when she's happy or are firey with determination when she's- uh... doing something that requires a lot of focus.
Her entire face is just something I can't stop looking at, and gosh, that girl is... her body is-..." He coughed. "She's a little bit taller than me, so... yeah..."
"And you just... never thought to maybe bring her over? Y'know, just 'cause..." Freddy shrugged, holding back his complacent tone as Eugene bobbed his head in agreement.
"And, let me guess, she texts you all the time, and you go on walks around the park together every Saturday."
At their back-to-back quips and hushed laughter, Billy shot them a scowl as Rosa began to nod in oblivious agreement.
"Yeah, sweetie, why don't you invite her over for dinner tomorrow night? It's a Friday, after all. You can tell her we'd love to meet her."
With a chorus of agreements settling consternation into his chest, he blurted out a slew of excuses as he waved his hand up and down as if to brush the idea of you coming over away.
"Nah, no, that's... she- We already have a lot of people here, she might get... overwhelmed! Yeah. And, y'know, it's just not a good idea."
"And whyyy not?" Freddy pushed, leaning against the open palm of his hand while feigning an affable smile and forcing his brows to jump up and down in silent suggestion.
"She's busy." Was his simple statement, Eugene following up on his claim in an instant.
"Busy doinggg...?"
"...Work." He filled in the blank awkwardly, practically squirming in his seat at the expecting silence. He conjured up some of your favorite hobbies in his mind, anything as far away from superhero work as possible, so he could word it as some type of job that you "have".
"She works as a (Favorite/Hobby), and she's probably gonna' be, like, swamped with stuff to do, so... tomorrow wouldn't work."
"Oh, how wonderful!" Rosa praised, impressed by your skills and interests. "We'll certainly have to make time for her over the weekend or next week then!"
"She can't. She'll be busy all week, too."
"Natrually..." Freddy poked with a theatrical eye roll and a closed-mouth grin. "She must be on the 'twenty-four-seven, forever' shift, which I'd expect from a girl with an imaginary sense of work-life balance."
"Harhar, you're hilarious." Billy mocked, now going through with his actions to send his brother a kick to the shin under the table.
"She's actually going to-...on...uh..." He had to stop himself. What would've been a smug brag about you visiting Paradise Island, becoming a realization that would just throw you under the bus. Plus, it's a lot more unbelievable than everything he had said so far. As much joy as it would bring Billy to rub a trip to Themyscria in his face, he'd just have to make Freddy jealous another time. Besides, he didn't necessarily have to lie. He could just not tell them the full story.
It wasn't a lie if he never told them otherwise to begin with.
"She's going on vacation. With her mother. So, she's gonna' be gone for the rest of the week."
"Oh, really?" Mary piped up out of genuine curiosity, having always wanted to travel herself. "Where's she going?"
. . .
"Out of the country."
"Oh."
"How convenient!" Eugene chirped while he slid his phone towards Billy, as if he were telling him to go ahead and prove it. "Why not just FaceTime her, then? You know, just check in like any good boyfriend should? Maybe even shoot her a little text."
"I can't do that!" Billy exclaimed. "I wouldn't wanna bother her or be rude or anything. She's- it's a... mother-daughter bonding thing, it's different. Hard to explain."
In a sense, that could also be construed as truth, considering you'd be competing in an Olympic event, racing and fighting against others and the elements to both claim and prove your status. Something that would ideally make your mother very proud. Billy himself didn't even one-hundred percent understand the whole event, so it was right for one to assume that he probably would have trouble explaining it to his family. Should he ever have to, of course.
Good thing he won't.
A silence loomed over the family as Billy loosely twirled his spaghetti around his fork. He'd almost be grateful for it if it weren't so uncomfortable. He was sick of being pressed about you, not that he wouldn't take any chance to show you off otherwise. And if it wasn't that, he was annoyed at the way Freddy and Eugene didn't seem to even believe you were real, Mary and Anne able to sense this as they gave each other an unsure look.
"Uhm, well..." The goddess coughed, playing with the hem of her (Freddy's) sweater. "How'd you two meet?"
Finally! Something Billy knew the proper answer to!
"Oh, we were-"
Ohp-. Wait, nevermind. No he didn't.
You two were saving the world when you first met, battling a beast that wasn't even real because it turned out to be a test? He didn't know the details of that dilemma very well, either. All he could remember fondly was the way you looked at him when he accidentally revealed himself. Warm and promising, full of care and will-power that he'd been drawn to ever since.
The same look you gave him when you asked him out on that very first date, where he-
Oh, great idea...!
"At an ice cream shop. I was at an ice cream shop, and that's where I met her. She had never had any before, and so I suggested she start off with something simple, like vanilla. I bought some for her and we spent the rest of the afternoon together. We've been going out ever since."
"Awww~!" Rosa and Anne chorused, Freddy already calling nonsense at the story with a few chuckles hidden behind his hand.
"Wait, so... lemme' get this straight..."
"Frederick..." Anne warned with his full name. He ignored (and he'd be apologizing for it later, no doubt).
"You mean to tell me, this girl has never had ice cream before? Like, in her seventeen-to-eighteen years of life, she had never had one singular scoop of frozen milk and sugar?"
"Dude-"
"-Nevermind the fact that you just, outta' nowhere, decided to rizz up some random girl you didn't even know inside of an ice cream parlor."
"Yeah, Freddy, I did." Billy snapped, waving his hand around in the air for a moment as if he were magically conjuring up the false memory. "And apparently, it all worked out because we've been dating for months, now. Thank you very much."
Jaws dropped at this, having not expected such a bond. It was one thing for Billy to have started a fresh relationship. Maybe for him to even be a little secretive about it until things had proven to be smooth sailing for a long time. But months? Either he forgot to brag about it, or she most definitely didn't exist.
Freddy and Anne almost immediately turned to give each other a knowing look, as if they were reading each other's minds before speaking in unison.
"Is this like a Canadian girlfriend thing...?"
Billy huffed through his nose, knowing better than to let insults fly at the dinnertable with his parents present. But regardless of that fact, Mary was the first to tell he had grown fed up, nudging Victor on the arm while she murmured.
"Here we go again..."
"She's real, okay? (Y/N) is very much real, and you two are just jealous because it took an entire dragon rising from the depths of hell for you two to get together."
And off he went, storming away, leaving Freddy and Anthea's mouths agape in shock while Pedro and Eugene practically sobbed from their loud chortles.
"Do you think he'll come back this time if I call him?" Victor cheesed, Mary shaking her hide from side to side at his reference from the last time Freddy had pissed Billy off at the table. Speaking of which...
"Alright, yeah, whatever...!" He called as if the older boy was still listening. "At least we can all actually see my girlfriend...!"
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"Is it her?"
Though Freddy's index finger was very obviously directed towards a young girl in the hallway, his brown eyes remained glued to Billy's green ones, waiting for them to change in recognition. They didn't, remaining as stoic as they had when Freddy first began this little game of "Point Out The Person That Looks Closest To Billy's Imaginary Girlfriend."
"No."
"Okay, then it's her." Freddy suggested next, his arm practically flying across Anthea's person just to point his finger at the girl they waltzed past. Billy swore that if the poor thing wasn't in between them, he'd tackle Freddy to he ground, in the middle of the hallway and all. So, maybe it was a good thing Anthea was there.
Billy's eyes drifted to the next victim, a short girl with scene hair and huge platform demonias that stared them down in confusion. He quickly shook his head.
"No, it's not her. (Y/N) is way taller than her. Genetically, without platforms."
"Fine, what about her?" Freddy waved lazily in the direction of someone ahead. "She looks like your type."
Billy huffed.
"That's literally just a guy with long hair."
Freddy's face twisted in disbelief, shaking his head as though he knew better.
"No it isn-"
"It is." Anthea cut in before her boyfriend could finish, turning him towards the person who had finally spun away from his friend and proving to Freddy that he was, in fact, just some dude with a gorgeous head of hair.
"Oh. Mm-."
"Can you just-?" Billy started a desperate plea that went ignored as Freddy smiled in satisfactory, spotting the next girl. Who, yes, was actually a girl this time.
"What about her? Look, she's even how you described, glasses, tall, (Your/Feature), the whole shaza-...shebang..."
Billy hardly wanted to entertain this any longer, but upon looking her direction, noticed swiftly how oddly her features did line up to yours. And yet...
"No, that's not her. I told you already last night, (Y/N) doesn't go here. She's... homeschooled." He excused, quite proud of how fast he had come up with it. Plus, it was kind of true, Diana the one who had taught you most of your studies. And when not her, a private tutor Bruce had graciously spent his money on for you to have.
Yes, the Bruce Wayne.
"Oh, of course. What an awesome coincidence."
"Freddy, stop it." Anthea nudged him, not allowing the teasing to continue any further upon seeing the scowl from last night returning onto Billy's face.
"I'm sure he's probably telling the truth, I mean, what reason would he have to lie? Besides, she's probably just...shy. Maybe she's shy."
And though the girl was satisfied with her answer, Billy could only laugh giddily to himself while remembering the time you had allowed him to watch a very special training session you had in the past.
"Yeah, if you call accidentally bodyslamming Superman "shy," then sure. Most timid girl I know..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing...!" He brushed his remark away when he had almost been caught, quick to change the subject before he could be questioned any further.
"Guys, look, just drop it, alright? I know you don't believe me, and you know what? I don't care anymore. I'm happy, outside of the fact that you're really working my nerves, and that's all that matters. I'll see you two later..."
"Billy, hang on...!" Anthea called, having not meant to cause a fuss on the matter. She couldn't help it. She was entirely too good-natured. But, there was Freddy, always there to ease her own tensions and make her laugh in the process.
"Agh, don't worry about him. He'll get over it. You know, the imaginary girlfriend thing is a common phase, cited by phenomenons all across the globe of people with the exact same conditions and symptoms. Lois Lane even wrote an article on it way-back-when she was first starting out."
"Oh, yeah?" Anthea entertained smugly, Freddy nodding fastly as he droned on.
"Totally. It was a very interesting article, but it made total sense. I mean, even I went through a phase just like it, and I turned out fine."
"Oh?"
And then it clicked, Freddy's face growing a deep shade of red under his freckles.
"Yea- Only when I was like, super tiny-young, I mean. Like, it was- I..."
His rambles stopped when he noticed Anthea's raised brow, almost laughing to himself while they paused in front of her classroom door.
"Just...forget I told you that. I love you my very much, my real and amazing girlfriend. I swear, my pillo- I mean, Jennifer was just a quick fling and nothing compared to the goddess that stands in front of me...?"
Through her giggles, she nodded, pressing a kiss to his cheek and taking her leave.
"That's what I like to hear~. Now, don't go off 'saying the word' while I'm gone, 'kay?"
Freddy nodded at her parting heed, knowing it was a reference to the way he'd ditch class to go off and do hero work without warning.
"I won't, I won't...!"
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"SHAZAM!"
"Alright, what's the plan?!" Freddy shouted as they all gawked up towards the threat, Billy shrugging casually while he shook his head as though he were literally wracking his brain for a proposal.
"Uhh...Ahhh... No idea! I think we should just wing it, to be honest...!"
"That's a terrible plan!!" Mary and Anthea shouted in unison, the shorter girl using magic to cloak over herself and change into her armored attire.
"Superman's weakness is Kryptonite, right?!" Mary swiftly informed the group, Freddy nodding in confirmation. "Good! If Bizzaro is anything like him, it should be the same! If we can distract him long enough for one of us to catch him from behind, we'll have a chance at detaining him! Then, we can send him back to his world...!"
"Yes, awesome, Wisdom of Salamander...!" Billy praised, leaving all of his siblings to groan.
"Solomon...!"
"Whatever...!!"
And with that, they put her plan into action, Freddy and Pedro flying up high until they were facing the Kryptonian clone with complacent, challening grins.
"Hey, Bizarro-Man...!!" Freddy called, nudging Pedro. "Since you're a copy of Superman, is it really true you have super strength like him?! Betcha' we could take you in a fight...!"
The villain merely scoweld, sending a sudden breath of flame towards them. Freddy dodged, Pedro just missing his chance to do the same before being his with the blast and being sent flying into the nearest billboard.
"...Fire breathing?! You can breathe fire?!" Freddy yelled in a panic, unable to add on how that was very much unlike Superman's notable ability of freeze breath before realizing Bizarro was barreling straight for him. Freddy took off, both of their super speed rivaling each other as he crated a path for his siblings to follow.
"Where are we gonna' get Kryptonite?" Darla gasped, all of their heads turning as the two flew by. Mary pondered the situation deeply, having never even seen the green emerald herself, let alone come into contact with it. She figured it was a lost artifact, a gem only the most powerful would have. Except for Superman, all things considered. So maybe more like magical powerful people.
People like...
"The Wizard!" She shouted. "He's the most powerful person we know, having kept all of his powerful objects in his lair, right?"
"Yeah," Billy agreed. "But what does he have to do with anything? He's not the-"
"I know, but the lair is ours, now!" She explained further. "Which means so are all of the things in it!"
"But-!"
"Anthea, Darla...! Go help Freddy and make sure to keep Bizarro busy! Eugene, go help Pedro, make sure he's alright!"
"On it!" Anthea gave Mary a nod, Darla having already dashed away as Eugene made his way towards his brother.
"Billy, you come with me, hurry...!" Mary instructed, grabbing his wrist and practically dragging him along as he followed in confusion.
"Mary, where are we going?! This is really not a good time to ditch them, we-!"
"We're not ditching them." She insisted, opening a random shop door with the intention for it to open a portal to the Rock of Eternity. And luckily, it did just that as she went on with a rapid explanation for her actions.
"You know how Eugene has been mapping the place out? Well, I've been helping him. Mainly making sure he doesn't get lost, but also because I've been studying it all. Making sure we know that everything that's in there is actually safe."
They wandered past the main part of the lair, the area where everything had been decorated freely and most obviously lived in, to the more labrynth-like parts that always confused Billy and Darla whenever they tried their own hands at exploring. But this time, Mary was there to lead him, having a clear sense of direction seeking out whatever it was she was searching for.
"We came across this space or...cave or something. Like a mine, y'know? And at first, I wasn't sure what was in it. Neither of us were, I mean, I couldn't find any of them in any books or articles. It's like... all the gems that are in that cave aren't from here or something. From another world."
"Mary, this really is some interesting stuff, but I don't get wh- woah..."
Billy's rambles were cut short, the two siblings having stopped in front of the very cavern Mary described. The entrance was glowing due to all of the luminous crystals buried off inside of it. Hell, the cave itself seemed neverending, branching off into different routes, holes, and other tunnel systems that were surely easy to get lost in.
Luckily, they didn't need to go too far in, Mary stopping Billy from doing so with the tug of his arm back closer to her person. She was slightly bent over, hovering above a large chunk of what he assumed to be an emerald. Practically matching the color of his eyes, they both sparkled at one another while Mary began to confess her opinions.
"I can't believe I hadn't thought of it before, but if my assumption is correct...if these are otherworldly artifacts...then I don't know what else this could be, other than-"
"Kryptonite..." Billy finished, turning towards his sister with an ecstatic grin. "Mary, you genius, you! Here, c'mon, help me get this stuff out of the wall...!"
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"Where the hell is Mary with that Kryptonite...?!" Freddy whined in an almost sing-song tone, blasting a continuous bolt of lightning directly at Bizzaro. It had no effect, merely slowing him down by a second until Darla, Pedro, and Eugene all joined in. And though it didn't hurt him, he was stuck in his tracks, trying his hardest to deflect it.
"She said she had an idea...!" Darla grunted. "But I dunno' what! She just took Billy back to the lair and- AAH!!"
Bizzaro had used all of his strength to blast the lightning back, sending the group soaring backward at the impact. As he began to stalk closer towards Darla, Eugene was quick to jump in the way with a protective, "No!" leaving his lips.
A bolt of lighting shot from his hands, Bizzaro quick to blast it with-
"Freeze...eyes...?"
The beam of icy blue turned Eugene's lighting into a solid rod of frozen air, the large block dropping to the ground and shattering beneath their feet. Freddy had... never seen a power like that before. It confused him, all of them, long enough to be a stall as Bizzaro quickly let off another beam towards them.
"Watch out...!!" Anthea warned, quickly hopping in the way with her hands out. Her palms glowed, swirling with golden power until the buildings and structures around them began to move and shift rapidly. Power of Axis, always a helpful tool in changing perspective, but not in changing the course of a blow to its intended target. Given the girl had learned this fact the hard way in the past, she was quick to turn to them in haste.
"We have to move, hurry! If we don't, we'll still get hit!"
Almost as if on cue, they watched the blast of ice cold vision barrelled towards them through a park, just barely missing all of the different play structures as the group swiftly managed to fly off in different directions. Freddy was sure to take Anthea in his arms, watching as the beam instead left a jungle gym frozen solid into a dome.
"Guys...!!"
Looking towards the voice, they were happy to spot Mary and Billy flying back towards them with a glowing, green gem in hand.
"No way-No way-No way!!" Freddy gushed as they approached, showing it off with pride. "You two actually found Kryptonite?! Do you know how rare this is?! Like, it's literally thought to be a myth, like, it's more believable than your imaginary girlfriend...!"
"Oh my god..." Billy groaned as the rest giggled. "C'mon, man, it's been like a week!"
"I'm being totally serious!" Freddy held his hands up as though he were giving surrender while Billy shook his head in dismay.
Mary sighed, floating in between the two boys with the gem in hand.
"Not the time, guys. Look, if we can keep Bizzaro distracted for just a little longer, this should definitely do the trick. We got this."
She held out her fist towards Billy, sending him a sure smile.
"You ready?"
"Yeah," he nodded, giving a smirk of his own before scanning the land beneath for their foe. He bumped her fist back. "Let's kick this dude's ass."
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"Dude, we're getting our asses kicked...!!" Eugene grunted, struggling to pick himself up from the ground as he clutched his side.
"It's like he's more powerful than before!" Anthea alluded, wiping the blood from her lip as she helped Mary from the ground and onto her shoulder.
"I don't... understand..." She coughed, grateful for the support as she looked up to her two brothers, trying their best to subdue Bizzaro hand-to-hand.
"The Kryptonite should be working. It should...be making him weaker."
"Maybe it isn't what you thought it was..." Darla whimpered, sending her sister a look of vanquish.
Billy watched as Bizzaro landed a blow onto Freddy's chest, the man in blue being sent flying back into the earth with a loud yelp and a crash. He wanted to call for him but reminded himself to focus on the battle at hand if there would be any chance of defeat. Even if he was scared, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
You'd be scared, too, if some weird copy of Superman was hurdling towards you, Kryptonite wedged into his bleeding shoulder (blue blood, which was quite jarring when they first stabbed him) with some obtuse goal to destroy the world he deemed "lesser" than his own.
Because of this, he'd frozen up, unsure of how to counter his speed let alone his attack. Instead, he took it like a champ, as he had many punches even before he was a superhero, and went hurdling towards the ground just as Freddy had.
"Oh. Hey, man..." Freddy groaned when his brother appeared next to him.
"Having fun, yet?" Billy haphazardly joked, referring to Freddy's "love" and "enjoyment" for his "superhero duties."
"Oh, yeah, loads." He nodded unconvincingly, wiping the blood from his nose with his arm. "I love the smell of iron in the morning. And, y'know- the sounds of terror and destruction really just...pull it all together."
They helped each other up, checking themselves for any fatal injuries. And, when they found none, regrouped with the rest of their family in doldrums as they watched Bizzaro inflict his reign of dismantling on the city.
"What're we gonna do?" Darla asked, looking to her brother in worry.
"Your realm is not capable of destroying power such as this. How are we to do the same?"
Anthea's words had been directed towards Freddy but left Billy's mind swirling instead. Was she right? She had to be...
If the Champions of Magic and an entire goddess couldn't decide the fate of their opponents on the battlefield, who could?
. . .
Their heads whipped up at the sound of a furious battle cry, a shimmer of gold and the quick blur of your (H/C) locks barreling towards the enemy. Your sword drawn and in position to leave its target slain as you attacked from above, a ferocious look on your face for none other than the mockery of hope and justice below you.
When your weapon made contact, you knew better than to think it'd actually cut through Bizarro. But, it did send him hurdling towards the dirt as he had Freddy and Billy moments earlier. You had cut a large chunk of the green Kryptonite from his shoulder, dimming him back to his normal level of powerful abilities. And yet, you knew this wasn't the end, much more work to be done as you announced your threat.
"My mother and her colleagues have defeated you once, and you dare to return to this world and cause its people pain and anguish once again?!" Your booming scolds might've reminded someone that of a parent, pointing your sword below you at Bizzaro's stunned figure.
"How dare you have such audacity?! Let it be known I will not allow you to do so, and you will now fall by my hand, even if it kills me!"
"Valkyrie?!" - "(Y/N)?!"
Both of your aliases spoken into the air at the same time, yet it was Billy who wanted to slap himself after being the only one to have said your real name rather than your well-known, hero one. He even tried to ignore the looks his siblings (and Anthea) gave him, pure shock just oozing from their figures.
"That's (Y/N)?!" Mary shouted in bafflement.
"She's real?!" Freddy's tone of incredulity made Billy's eyes roll for a split second.
Not alloted any time for anyone to question or answer further, your head whipped back, you're firey (E/C) eyes glaring deeply into Billy's.
"You...!" You bellowed menacingly, and suddenly, he was a lot less excited to see you.
"Wha-?! Are you-? Oh...my gosh, are you mad at me right now?..."
From a bystander's point of view, it definitely looked a little silly, your shorter and younger appearing figure stomping towards this grown adult man, who was fearfully stumbling back away from you as you approached with anger. His face was dowsed in fear, and yours?
Where to begin...
"I leave you on your lonesome to protect your people for a week! A week! And this is what I'm fated to return to?! Do you even know what it is you've done allowing him to remain in such close proximity to green Kryptonite?!"
"I- Uh...Well, technically, it wasn't even really my idea, 'cause-"
"William."
You seethed his full name, cutting off his excuses, which consisted of throwing his older sister under the bus. She thanked whatever God above for that one, not even having been in your presence for a mere two minutes, and was terrified of your wrath.
The groan of Bizzaro rising from the dirt stopped the rest of your reprimands, leaving you the sigh in simple vexation before pointing a finger at your incautious lover.
"I will deal with you later."
A silence passed over as you leaped into action, everyone still left a bit shaken at everything you had to offer so far. Including Billy, even though all he could muster up was a quiet, "I told you she was real..."
"That's your girlfriend?!" Freddy nearly exploded. "Valkyrie is your girlfriend?! Dude, I-...! You-! You do know she's Wonder Woman's whole ass daughter, right?! How the fu-?!"
"-Clearly...!" Mary interrupted loudly before he could heavily cuss around Darla. "He's got a type!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever!" Billy exclaimed, already beginning to hover above the ground in hopes to aid his girlfriend. "It doesn't matter right now. We have to help her, c'mon!"
It was once Anthea and the Champions joined the fight, Bizzaro was left with a slim chance of winning. Especially without the enhancement of that same green jewel that always seemed to leave Superman weakened and withered. Mary was still lost on such fact, and Freddy was searching his mind for any possibility of how that could be so.
"I don't get it!" He finally wailed, exhausted from the fight and from using his brain overtime. "He's just like Superman, almost...! If he's such a copy, then how come none of our plans are working?!"
"That is because he is not a copy." You stated plainly, no evidence of normalcy left in your voice. What was left was that of a warrior. A warrior thick in the ways of battle and strategy, knowing your enemy much more than your allies seemed to.
"He is a mirror. Bizzaro, El-Kal, is from a twisted world he created. Everything there, including himself, is some backwards nuisance of what we're so used to here on our planet."
"Hold...Hold'up..." Eugene paused, unable to believe the information being told to him. "This guy's is from another planet just like ours?"
"Yes and no. His world resembles ours, but it is not. It is cubed shaped and docile, with a blue sun that amplifies El-Kal's strength. Much like how this earth's yellow sun aids Superman's. Kal-El."
"Ohh, ha, that's funny, I get it." Freddy chuckled. "It's all backwards over there, so Kal-El is...yeah, that's...that's bad..."
"Well," you smirked, the first and only hint of positivity you had exuded from your person since you had arrived. "Not all bad."
From the latchel which normally held your Lasso of Truth (well, a more miniature one, technically, because your mother wouldn't dare give up her own), was a medium-sized vile of blue liquid clipped in its place. You unhooked it carefully, showing it off to the group as your smirk stretched into a satisfied grin.
"What are the great and powerful without their weaknesses? Blue Kryptonite, liquefied. When I first arrived home this morning, I had seen the news. Trouble here in the heart of Philidelphia, and I immediately recognized that... that..."
"That dumbass question mark on his chest?" Billy spoke up for you. In much more vulgar terms, sure, but you couldn't help but agree with an admitting nod.
"Yes, precisely. I knew what he was capable of, and I knew that you all more than likely didn't have the proper contingencies to stop him. So, I asked Damian for a favor..."
Freddy leaned in towards Billy, putting a hand up as if it'd conceal his bad whispers.
"Who's Damian?"
"Don't worry about it." Billy ignored, slapping him away lightly as you finished.
"...With this, we will surely defeat Bizarro. I can detain him, and I will convince him to leave this world in peace once again."
You opened the vile, neon blue smoke immediately pouring from it like dry-freeze until you began to dump some of the contents onto the blade of your sword.
"All I need for you all to do, is keep him busy. Until then, hold out your hands..."
They all did as told, watching as the rest of the liquid went dumped into their palms while you explained such actions.
"Should any of you come into physical combat with him, your touch will now weaken him, leaving him vulnerable. Easier to take down."
"And what about you?" Billy asked, his tone laced with worry for your well-being. Your gaze softened as you moved closer, hardly used to having to look up at him. But, you could admit, you found it a nice change of pace as you reached up to hold his face in your palm.
"I will do what I have to. Don't worry about me, okay?"
"That's literally impossible, but okay."
You chuckled.
"Fair. Your only job is to make sure all goes well. And... don't make anymore 'dumbass' decisions. You keep that green Kryptonite away from Bizzaro."
Billy nodded, laughing at your use of his improper language before floating upwards to complete his task.
"Alright, guys...!" He called down, his siblings following in suite while you motioned Anthea to remain with you at ground levels.
"Let's kick this guy's ass. For real this time, though."
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"Who is that?!" Rosa shouted as she stared at her TV in horror, scared for her superhero children tackling the evil Superman imposter with some random girl who had just shown up, as any mother would be.
Almost as soon as Victor moved to grab the keys for his van, the front door opened and in waltzed their children. Like ducks in a row, Mary, Pedro, Eugene, Darla, Freddy, Anthea, Billy, and-... ??
"Hi, mom!"
"Hey, Ma!"
"Hi, Mommy!"
"'Sup, Dad?"
The choruses of their greetings eased their nerves and tensions, but the sight of a new girl with glasses and her hair in a fancy, braided updo took them by surprise. She remained close to Billy, seemingly glued to his arm as he quietly attempted to convince her of the kind nature of his parents.
"Are you sure? I don't want to impose if it's trouble..."
"(Y/N), don't worry. They've been wanting to meet you for forever, you have nothing to worry about. They'll love you."
You looked towards him in surprise, already growing more anxious by the second.
"You told them about me?"
"Only the important stuff." He winked jokingly.
"Ah! My babies...!" Rosa shouted her greeting, more grateful than ever that they had returned safely, running over and planting a kiss on each one of their foreheads and pulling Darla and Anthea into bone crushing hugs.
So...! Uh," Victor started, already interested in your figure remaining quiet by the door. "Who's the new girl?"
Billy smiled this time, neither embarrassed nor annoyed by the inquiry of you while he proudly pulled your body into his by the waist.
"She's-"
"She's the coolest, ever!" Freddy announced, Darla practically jumping up and down as she agreed.
"Uh huh! And she's so pretty, just like I knew she'd be!"
"She literally sent that supervillain back to where he came from...! Like, without even breaking a sweat!" Eugene praised, leaving your cheeks to grow red with bashfulness.
"I have to admit, I think she'd be a good influence on Billy. She's super smart."
"And a good fighter."
Mary and Anthea were happy to admit such facts, Pedro the last to give a reserved shrug and a polite smile.
"I like her. She's dope."
Rosa and Victor were left to stand awkwardly, unsure of what to make of all the high-end words being spewed about like lightning while you struggled to fight back your grin.
"As I was saying...!" Billy exclaimed, giving his siblings the "Shut Up So I Can Talk" look. "This is (Y/N). My girlfriend."
Victor was the first to happily greet you, explaining how he'd heard so much about you, all good things (as you could clearly see), and that he was happy to have finally met you. Rosa, on the other hand, was leaned back with her eyes glued to the news on the TV. They would flicker back to you every now and again, making your heart beat faster in nerves until...
"Crazy question, I know... but...that doesn't happen to be you on the news... yeah?"
Immediately, you looked towards Billy, who could only shrug and scratch the back of his neck.
"The important stuff, huh?"
"Sorry...I tried..."
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose before giving a polite nod and announcing your introduction one final time...
"Yes, that... would be me. My name is (Y/N), otherwise known as Valkyrie. Daughter of Wonder Woman, Granddaughter of Zeus, and last born... of Themyscria."
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Don't make me steal this idea and write a full-fledged book, Anon, I'll do it๐Ÿคจ (I probably won't cuz writer's block likes to eat me alive). But seriously, I really hope you like this because again, I adore this, and I defo want more of your ideas/scenarios๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ.
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me when i canโ€™t find my favorite artist
๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซก๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿค˜๐ŸคŸ๐ŸซฐโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ–โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿคด๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ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’๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿช–โ›‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿ‘“๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿ•ถโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’โ™กโ™ฅ๏ธŽโฅโฆโงโ˜™โขเฆแƒšแƒ“แƒฆษžสšเท†แฐ”แฉšแฐ”เฆžเฌ“แœŠแฅซแญก๊จ„เฎแฆ—๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿผ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿต๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿด๐Ÿ—๐Ÿบ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿœ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿฆ–๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿฆ—๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿก๐Ÿ ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŒต๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฟ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿชต๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ„๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅโ˜„๏ธโšก๏ธโœจ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒˆโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒคโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฅโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’จ๐ŸŒฌโ›„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ„๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉโ›ˆ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿซงโ˜”๏ธโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿง…๐Ÿง„๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฆช๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿตโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿพโšฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿˆโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿช€๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ›๐Ÿน๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿ‚โ›ท๐ŸŽฟ๐ŸฅŒโ›ธ๐Ÿ›ท๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›น๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคบโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ—๐Ÿต๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿ†๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿฉฐ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿช•๐ŸŽป๐ŸŽฒโ™Ÿ๐ŸŽฏ๐ŸŽณ๐ŸŽฎ๐ŸŽฐ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš™๐ŸšŒ๐ŸšŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿšœ๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšš๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐Ÿšƒ๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš‰โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ›ซโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿ›ณ๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ดโš“๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿšงโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŸ๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐ŸŽ โ›ฒ๏ธโ›ฑ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ›–โ›บ๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ—๐Ÿญ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿช๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿคโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿž๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒƒ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒโŒš๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ—œ๐Ÿ•น๐Ÿ“น๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“žโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ•ฐโฐโฒโฑ๐Ÿงญ๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ™๐Ÿ“ปโŒ›๏ธโณ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ›ข๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿชช๐Ÿ’Žโš–๏ธ๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชคโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฉ๐Ÿชšโ›๐Ÿ› โš’๐Ÿ”จโ›“๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿบโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿšฌ๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ’ˆโš—๏ธ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿงน๐ŸŒก๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿช ๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ›Ž๐Ÿงด๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿช’๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช†๐Ÿ–ผ๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿช„๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŽ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿงงโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿชง๐Ÿท๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—ณ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿงท๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿงฎ๐Ÿ“Œโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–Œโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Šโœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸค๐ŸŸฃ๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸข๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸ ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸซโฌ›๏ธโฌœ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ÿโ˜ฎ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏโœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โ˜ช๏ธโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ›โ›Žโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโš›๏ธ๐Ÿ†”โ™“๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘โ˜ข๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆต๐ŸˆดใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ†˜โŒโญ•๏ธ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšทโ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ“›โ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿšญโ—๏ธโ•โ“โ”โ€ผ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฐโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿšธโš ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”…โ‰๏ธโ™ป๏ธโœ…๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’นโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโŽ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ’ค๐ŸŒ€โ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšผโšง๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”คโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ“ถ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ†–๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†“0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ9๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”ข#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃโ๏ธโ–ถ๏ธโธโฏโนโบ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ผโ—€๏ธโฌโซโชโฉโฎโญโžก๏ธโฌ…๏ธโฌ†๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†—๏ธโ†˜๏ธโ†™๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”‚๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”€โคต๏ธโคด๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถโž•โž–โž—โœ–๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”™
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lunarthefrieschild ยท 1 year ago
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Hello mother ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅบ
I just wanted to tell you, that youโ€™re amazing and beautiful in every way ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฟ
โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐ŸคŽ
I love you ๐Ÿ’•
have a good morning/evening/night
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youโ€™re amazing โœจโœจ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿฅบ๐ŸŒˆ
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TYSM I APPRECIATE THAT IT MEANT A LOT TO ME I LOVEEEE YOU ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ’–
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honeyglowfairy ยท 1 year ago
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laying in bed watching a movie while my angel reads and hearing her pen go click click scribble scribble !! ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿฝโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฉฐโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿฉทโœจโœจ๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–
I also bust out laughing when itโ€™s absolutely silent and have to show them what was funny of course
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brazilnt ยท 2 years ago
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Happy galentines day! Send this message to the inbox of 3 blogs to let them know you appreciate their work ๐Ÿ’ž
i love u for being the president of the kykimi fanclub. ur so iconic for that ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿผ
AHHHH HAPPY GALENTINES DAY ILYYY!๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’•โœจ
thank youuu i appreciate you so much habibti๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝโœจ๐Ÿค
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onedoors ยท 2 years ago
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omg embarassingly i missed it by like 4 days even tho it's literally on my calendar ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ˜ญ but happy belated bday ro!!!!!!!!!!!!! ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—โœจ i hope that all of ur dreams come true this year (doyoung behaving, a fun crvt groovy era in literally 2 hours, woollim giving bomin back to us pls i also miss him, another lifechanging woodz cb btw abyss is so pretty im literally listening to it rn, more wei bc i also miss seeing them thank u for being my number 1 yonghatual/weitual i swear half of my knowledge of them comes from u, continued stayc girls/poppy supremacy, etc etc etc etc) hehe thank u for being u and having great taste (i'll forever be obsessed with having like an 80% bias overlap w u idk how ๐Ÿฅบ) anyways pls know that ilysm!!!!!!!!!!!!!! have a great rest of ur week <33333
siyuan my BELOVEDEST ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿซ‚ THIS HAD ME IN TEARS U KNOW SO MUCH ABT ME, thank you so so much ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ and I'm glad to be of ur wei service. Also 80% of our biases overlap bc we're fond of excellent people ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’˜ thank u again beloved this took ages to reply to because I was soooo touched ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿซ‚
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thewillowtree3 ยท 1 year ago
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HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!! ;DDD <333 ;DDDD <33 XDDDDD!!! ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ™๐ŸฝโœŒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฝ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’•โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒˆโœจโšก๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅโ˜€๏ธโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ
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