#bri ray

[ifknlovenicodiangelo]

*gets entire face and also pussy shredded off*

[exocynraku]

i think it would be cool if bristlefrost and shadowsight simultaneously looked similar and the opposite. they both have the same tabby stripes and body type and fur lengh but shadowsight has orange eyes and black fur and bristlefrost is white with blue eyes   and then rootspring is just. rootspring

[did-someone-say-aliens]

i did this thing

here’s the og template:

listen ok i have a thing for villains but simon isnt a villain he’s a bully (bitch) so i dont like him he can go die (he already did)

evelynn and ray and nathan are cool tho.

ok? ok.

[kingspuppet]

I MIGHT BE ABLE TO MEET ROBBIE DAYMOND????? I'm not gonna get my hopes up because that's...a lot of money. But there's a chance!!! They're finally coming to my state!!! ;3;

[pathologicalreid]

total eclipse of the heart

spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff

w/c: 665

this was written solely because bri asked. this is for you. sorry for not sending you my strands results. re: spencer is a simple man and just wants you to not blind yourself by staring at the eclipse.

"I am going to zip-tie those glasses to your head if you don’t stop taking them off,” Spencer scolded from where he sat next to you. The two of you were sharing a blanket in Rossi’s backyard, waiting with the rest of the BAU for the eclipse.

Currently, he was standing in front of you, body blocking the rays of the sun from getting to your retinas.

Rolling your eyes, you leaned back on your hands, “That would be a great idea if you had zip-ties with you,” you challenged.

Your boyfriend watched you astutely, making sure your eyes didn’t flicker up to look at the sun. “You are severely underestimating the various items I keep in my bag,” he rebutted, continuing to rattle off the bits and bobs that he kept in his shoulder bag.

Sighing, you inclined your head toward him, “If the sun isn’t totally eclipsed yet, then I don’t know why I shouldn’t be able to look at it.”

“I’ve explained this to you at length over the past week. Even though the sun is partially blocked by the moon, the ultraviolet rays of the sun are still strong enough to do damage to your retinas,” he lectured you, waving from the sun to your face with his hands. “You remember all of this, don’t you?”

You nodded begrudgingly, “The damage done to the retinas is similar to an injury called ‘welder’s burn.’”

Spencer’s face lit up in the recognition that you had in fact been listening to him while he rambled about the solar eclipse. “It’s not painful, but the burn is a result of staring into the sun. The light comes from multiple different wavelengths, and your eyes focus on that powerful light.”

“I don’t like the glasses, they block out everything except for the sun,” you explained, you wanted to be able to see everything. Henry had already fallen victim to the glasses, hitting his head on a table while running around with impaired vision – JJ and Will were inside with him now.

Spencer laid back on the blanket with a huff, “Y/N, I love you, but I am not taking you to the ophthalmologist tomorrow.”

Waggling your brows at your boyfriend, you grinned, “What do I get out of wearing the glasses for the eclipse?”

Naturally, he had his glasses on, and he couldn’t see anything you were doing. “You can see. You could not go blind.”

You flicked your eclipse glasses down onto your nose and joined Spencer in laying back on the picnic blanket. “You make a fair argument, Dr. Reid.”

“It’s not an argument, I’m telling you that you will do irreparable damage to your eyes. This is exactly why we went to the library for the glasses,” Spencer reminded you. The two of you had actually gone to three different libraries for eclipse glasses. Mostly because you had been morally opposed to buying glasses if you could get them for free elsewhere. “This is not a situation where you can argue your side, you either go blind or you don’t.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you sighed defeatedly, “I won’t go blind.”

Spencer hummed, “Good, that’s the right choice, baby.”

After just a few moments of watching the moon cover the sun, you lifted your glasses to look over at Spencer, who quickly reached out to put the glasses back over your eyes, “no, wait!” You said, seeing Spencer start to dig through his leather bag.

“I told you,” Spencer explained, waving the zip-ties in the air. Why he had zip-ties in his bag, you couldn’t say.

Shaking your head, you quickly put the glasses on, “That time was an accident!” Your voice was insistent as you collapsed into a fit of giggles.

“You two are being too loud!” Emily called from her blanket.

In a surprising turn of events, Spencer pinned you to the blanket just as you whispered, “Who’s gonna tell her it doesn’t need to be quiet for her to watch the eclipse?”

[lynnsenpai]

My ten year anniversary of beating cancer

On October 2nd 2014, I - a trans woman - was diagnosed with testicular cancer. I wanna talk about that a little today. (((Probably obvious trigger warnings, but I'm going to talk about cancer, mortality, and transphobia.)))

It was a crazy time, because that morning, I was just going in for my yearly physical with my doctor. I planned to talk to her about taking steps towards bottom surgery that day, and then I was just excited to get home and count down the hours until Smash Bros for 3DS would release the very next day. But the appointment went an unexpected direction during the physical.

I'd always been told by doctors my whole life to check for lumps, and as much as I hated that part of my body, I did as I was told. So when I never found lumps, I assumed that meant I was okay. Then my doctor told me one of them felt oddly hard. She left the room for some time (I assume to check some things) and when she returned, she explained she had some concerns and was sending to another specialist to confirm some things. She said she felt very sure it was a sign of testicular cancer, though.

At the time, my brain wasn't ready to hear that. My doctor was visibly shaken. My spouse was on the verge of tears. And I was deep in denial like, "but I mean there's a chance it might not be, right? So I'm not going to sweat it." In hindsight, I'm sure I was frustrating to listen to for not taking it seriously. But it wasn't like I was trying to be obstinate, I just was that strongly in disbelief. I didn't feel sick. I wasn't in any pain. Things were going well; this couldn't possibly be happening now.

And yet, a few days later, I saw the specialist, and it was confirmed. I had cancer. Any optimistic doubts I had, shot down in an instant. The specialist wanted to take care of this as fast as he could, so I was scheduled for surgery at the end of the month, and he gave me a stack of prescriptions for various tests I would go to - basically one a day - for the next few weeks.

I had lots of blood drawn. I had x-rays done. I had CT scans. I had an incredibly awkward, uncomfortable ultrasound. And at each appointment, I was seeing some new doctor, nurse, technician, or otherwise professional who probably looked at my chart and, despite my legally changed name and gender marker by that point, saw that the person in front of them had testicular cancer. “And such a person could only be a man.”

I feel like it must sound so petty to be worried about pronouns when you're dealing with something like cancer. But I want to stress that I was nearly a year in presenting full time as myself by that point. I hadn't been called a man in a very long time. And up until earlier that very month, I was on cloud nine and ready to take the next step in my transition. This whole ordeal, on top of being horrendously scary, also took huge strides in regressing all the progress I'd made with confidence and self-love over the previous two years.

And it got worse too. Insurance refused to cover the surgery because I changed the gender marker. Because "why would a woman need to get surgery to remove a testicle. That's just silly!" And there was no convincing them otherwise. Insult to injury, I had to change that gender marker back to an M in their system so that they would approve this surgery. It was a surprisingly easy change to make happen too (which was technically beneficial for the surgery, but also sucked in its own way).

Oh, and then I had to go off all my HRT meds in preparation to reduce the risk of blood clots during surgery. I never felt lower.

All the while, I had plenty of time to think about my mortality. I was only 30. What about my spouse who I love more than anything and might be leaving alone forever? What about my ongoing webcomic, my work of passion which at the time was only nearing about the halfway point, and was at risk of being left unfinished forever? And what about my own future that not so long ago felt so bright?

It would not be an understatement to call October 2014 one of the darkest, heaviest, scariest periods of my life. But not in that good fun "Halloweeny" way.

But the big day came. On October 28th - ten years ago today - I went in for surgery for the first time. I was in the OR for maybe an hour, and the cancerous testicle was removed. As suddenly as it started, it was over.

Recovery was a long and painful (without dragging out the story longer than it already is, the surgical site got infected, so healing probably ended up taking longer than it should have). But the good news, all things considered, was that they successfully removed it, and I wouldn't even need chemo because it was caught so early.

There's technically more to the story. I would later see an oncologist who encouraged a second surgery, to remove the other testicle, as well as lymph nodes around the kidneys, all as a preventative measure to make sure it didn't come back or spread. I didn't love this idea, but she seemed confident that this was the right choice, so I went along with it. And just four months after the first surgery, I went and did it all again. (This time went much more smoothly, but was a much bigger incision, and was still a very long recovery.)

The whole thing, start to finish - including recovery time - was only about 7 months long. I would go for regular oncology visits and testing and blood draws along the way for years to come, but it never showed up again.

In 2016, I finally got back on track for bottom surgery, and then had it done later that same year. My gender marker is back to being an F (where it should be) on everything. I also have two wicked cool scars to show that I conquered cancer.

Unfortunately, I don't think I ever fully mentally recovered from the emotional stress of that first month, as doctor visits still evoke way more anxiety for me than they used to. But I don't get misgendered anymore, at least.

This was all ten years ago I wasn't sure I'd still be here on this day back then. But I got through it. I'm still here for my spouse. I finished that first webcomic after an 11 year run, and have since started a second. And… I'm doing okay. I'm doing the best I can everyday.

It was a terrible time in my life - an especially terrible way to start my 30's - but I think it helps to talk about from time to time. And the ten year anniversary, feels as meaningful a time as any.

So thank you for reading all that. Please make sure to take care of and check yourself. Even if it's a part of yourself you don't want.

Stay safe, stay happy, and stay healthy everyone.

[ifknlovenicodiangelo]

In the face of extermination, say

Fuck You!

MCRBRIS2

[brokehorrorfan]

The People's Joker will be released on Blu-ray, DVD, and VHS on August 13 via Altered Innocence. Sister Hyde designed the artwork for the 2022 trans superhero parody film.

Vera Drew makes her feature directorial debut from a script she co-wrote with Bri LeRose. Drew also stars with Kane Distler, Nathan Faustyn, Lynn Downey, and David Liebe Hart. Tim Heidecker, Bob Odenkirk, Maria Bamford, and Scott Aukerman make cameos.

A 24-page comic book is included. Special features are listed below.

Audio commentary by writer-director-actress Vera Drew

Audio commentary by writer-director-actress Vera Drew and actor Nathan Faustyn

Audio commentary by assorted cast and crew

Discussion with director Vera Drew and Corpses, Fools, and Monsters authors Willow Catelyn Maclay and Caden Mark Gardner

Queebso TV

Behind-the-scenes

Trailers

A closeted trans girl moves to Gotham City to make it big as a comedian by joining the cast of UCB Live – a government-sanctioned late night sketch show in a world where comedy has been outlawed. As mainstream success eludes our heroine, leading her to unite with a ragtag team of rejects, misfits, and a certain love interest named Mister J, "Joker the Harlequin" is born again as a confident (and psychotic) joker on a collision course with the city’s fascist caped crusader. Vats of feminizing chemicals, sexy cartoon interludes, scarecrow psychiatrists, CGI Lorne Michaels, and psychedelic gender dysphoria all play supporting roles.

Pre-order The People's Joker.

[elsaellaelys]

Heyyy what’s up?

Can I make a request for JJ Maybank where Kiara is in love with him and he’s in a relationship with the reader? Kie tries to get JJ away from the reader and all and to make her realize that he is hers the reader sucks him off in the Chateau’s living room with the door open so that everyone else, including Kiara, hears. And then some more smut?

Thxxx😘❤️

Just a reminder of whom he belongs to

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

1.085 words

WARNINGS: 18+, sex content.

a/n: Oh my God! I'm so happy my first request is such a good one, I loved it! Hope you enjoy.

--★--

It started in the Pogueland.

JJ asked Y/N to come fishing with him, she hesitated, caught up in helping Sarah braid some coconut tree leaves, then Kiara gladly accept something that wasn't offered to her. JJ went to fish, leaving his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek, they came back some time later happy with a Manta Ray, Kiara hugged JJ for too long and Y/N found it weird, wasn't Kiara the type of affective neglectful person?

She noticed the girl's long looks to her blonde boy, her boy, always finding a reason to walk alone in the beach with him, flipping Y/N out of any conversation, creating internal jokes that she didn't wanted to explain. Of course when they all were  around the fire JJ would instinctively sitted next to his girl, putting a arm around her, smelling the sea in her hair, Y/N couldn't hold herself from kissing him deeply every time she caught Kie staring, fidgeting his shark tooth necklace, hands running down his abs, holding tight the waist of his shorts, just to make sure she knew who he belonged to.

That wasn't enough to keep her away though, especially when they were back to OBX.

This night the pogues decided to have a little bit of peace in the hot tub, the seven of them trying to fit together, Y/N staying in her boyfriend's lap. He got up to grab more beers, complaining about being the one to do it, Kiara squeezed Y/N into Cleo's side, JJ came back, setted the beers in the ice bucket, looked around the tub and took the free place beside Kiara without saying a thing. The water was hot in her legs, but JJ was the one keeping her shoulders warm with his arms, her jaw clenched lightly. Talk floated in the time, Y/N didn't felt like participating though, cause her boyfriend was in the funniest flirty conversation with their friend, the ultimate limit was when Kiara leaned on his shoulder, hands rounding his arms, holding a little too tight, and Y/N had enough. Brutally getting off the hot tub she stood behind JJ pocking his shoulder, he untangled himself from Kiara to turn around.

"Are you busy?" she questioned and with clear exasperation in her ton completed. "It seems like you are."

JJ furrowed his eyebrows confused. "No, I'm not. What you're talking about?"

"Can you come inside with me?"

The silence was screaming between the friends as he got up and followed her, they were probably going to say something like "He's fucked." or "Dead ass." if Kiara wasn't the reason and if she wasn't right there watching Y/N walk JJ like a little dog.

The couple were inside the Chateau, but their talk could be plainly heard trought the open door.

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N asked shoving his shoulder.

"That what?"

"You! And Kiara! Fucking cuddling in the fucking tub!"

"We weren't cuddling!"

"I'm fucking full of this shit! Kiara is being all over you since the Pogueland and you're pretending nothing is wrong! She tasted John B., Pope and now she's wanting a piece of you. No, better saying, she wants you all for her!"

JJ didn't got time to defend himself cause Y/N was angrily shouting at him cornering he towards the couch. "But she can't..." he tried to say, but she cutted him. "Yes! She can't! Cause you're all mine. Do you want me to show that to you? Because it looks like you need a reminder."

Y/N pushed JJ to the couch, taking his swim shorts down his legs grabing his cock so fast he didn't even realized until she pumping it, bringing it up too quickly cause he was already half turn on by her anger. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt her spit slip down his length, the feel of her tongue running on him making his dick rock hard.

"Fuck Y/N." he whispered.

"I know, moan for me, I want everybody to hear how good I make you feel." Her voice wasn't angry anymore, it was sweet and sexy but dominative, he could just groan in answer.

"Do you like this? Do you want me to put you in my mouth?"

"Yes! Shit! Oh fuck!" he cursed over and over, his tip was now hitting the back of her throat.

"Uhmm... You're so tasty." she pleased as she pulled back. He moan again, loving the amazing blowjob and dirty talk he knew just Y/N could give him.

"You wanna fuck my mouth, baby?" His eyes begged, in ecstasy with the offer, hands going to her hair to hold her mouth in the place, his hips bucking into her, he felt the warmth grow in his balls.

He gave up the sensation as it was starting to feel too much, Y/N notice it, softly stroking his dick, the other hand cupping his balls. "Does it feels too much, baby? Do you wanna cum already?"

"Yes!"

"Then beg for it. I might let you cum inside my mouth, and you know I'll swallow."

He almost cummed at the thought of his seed down his pretty girlfriend's throat. "Please Y/N, please, let me cum. I'll be good, I promise."

She smirked with his cock between her lips, JJ loved this view, he sure wanted she to know that he wasn't giving her up for anything in the world.

"Fuck, babe, I'm cumming." he warned, she opened her mouth, tongue hold out, just the way she knew he liked, cumshots landing on it. She sucked his dick one more time before swallowing his cum, trying to milk every drop, he whined out of overstimulation.

"Thought you were going to be good for me, good boys don't whine, J." She said, going up and down with her mouth around him, he cried in pleasure, her hand was bumping him, her tongue swiping and he couldn't hold, falling apart inside her mouth again.

She pulled back, JJ tried to reach her for a kiss but she didn't accepted.

"Lay down, I wanna sit in your face. You're gonna get so pussy drunk that you're going to forget everything but my name."

Outside, Sarah putted her hands over her ears. "Oh my God, can someone please play some music?!" Kiara just wanted to drow in the tub.

"Totally." Pope agreed reaching for his phone looking around for a speaker. "Oh fuck, I think the speaker is inside."

--★--

Bonus (because I had to write it):

Imagine the next morning, JJ comes out of the room, hair all messy, looking so satisfied. For the first time he goes for a glass of water instead of his usual beer. "Thirsty?" John B. mockingly asks. JJ just shrugs going to lay on the couch besides Y/N, putting her into his lap. "Not anymore, John B." Y/N answered. "Not anymore."

[itsaboutbee]

Listen, he doesnt have to reveal anything-

They just know-

Clown to clown communication dude

Hello I am here to annoy you again-

Anyway, in Wus bookclub they DEFINITELY talk about their crushes- so much gossip- so much tea-

Wu

Talking about. His feelings?

The people in this book club must be people he knows and trusts WELL 😭😭 like Ray or something because. Wu does not open up about things dbdofh

He'd definitely listen though

[drspacepoodle]

Bri by Ray Burmiston for this year’s Take a Moment exhibition

[kingspuppet]

For the last couple of days I've been thinking about how Goro would do so well as a sniper. I love his ray gun and what it symbolizes, so I'll never take that away from him. But I do love the thought of an older, more secure in himself Goro could use something like that should the Metaverse ever come back. Sure, he's a front line kind of guy and would hate to sit back. But he's got impeccable aim and I just think it'd be cool okay?! ;3;

[deadly-espresso]

(Ray, Evelynn, Nathan)

I saw a post by @corpsecorpspp on Tumblr were somebody drew these lovely three as the opposite gender (but not really since these three are just extensions of the Storyteller and the Storyteller's gender is... something undefinable), and I got inspired to do my own takes what I'd think these three would look like as the opposite gender.

I thought @corpsecorpspp's interpretations on how'd they look was fine with Evelynn, but I felt more... mixed about Ray and Nathan's designs?

As for Ray, Corpse's design on them was... umm... well... something. It probably looks nice on its own but I think the hair is just too overly long and the shorts and crop top they went with made Ray look more like a villain from a 90s slasher film than anything that a woman from the late 1940s or early 1950s would wear. I did end up taking some inspiration from that design for the top of the outfit on my design, but I ended up deciding to have Ray (Or Rae, in this case, the name is still pronounced the same though lol) wear what looks like a knockoff of Nancy Elsner's main outfit (it's honestly more unsettling when you think about it...) and also give their hair some curls because curly hairstyles were fairly popular at the time; you'll see those kinds of haircuts in plenty of photos from the 1940s and 1950s.

As for Evelynn, Corpse's design on them (they named them Evan) didn't look all that bad, though I wasn't a fan of the short haircut and the long legs on the overalls. I ended up deciding to keep Evelynn's design more similar to their original (or at least the design I came up with for my COMMUNICATIONS fan remake). The only notable differences I came up with for the outfit design was only making the legs on the overalls slightly longer and the hair slightly shorter. I thought the more wild, childish look Evelynn had going on worked better. (Fun fact: I ended up not changing Evelynn's name since Evelynn (or more usually, Evelyn) is a unisex name even if it's usually only used for girls now (the most famous male Evelyn is probably writer Evelyn Waugh).

Lastly, for Nathan, Corpse's design for them (they named them Natasha) was... less anachronistic than Ray's design, but there were still some things that bugged me. The added bows were kind of cute, but the whole outfit just feels too baggy with the addition of the leg warmers (Nathan is from COMMUNICATIONS case 3 and that story was set in Arizona), it doesn't seem all that appropriate to wear in a place like the southwestern US. So, for my design for Nathan (or in this case, Natalie), I ended up going in a very different direction by giving them a much more different outfit. I did decide to use a short skirt like Corpse did, but I instead chose to give them long boots and a more form-fitting upper outfit. The outfit ended up taking notes from the Scene subculture, since that subculture is referenced quite a bit in COMMUNICATIONS case 3, especially in regards to Bri, its focus character.

Note: This post wasn't made to hate on or one-up Corpsecorpspp. I do like their art, and their post did inspire me to do my own take on what Ray, Evelynn, and Nathan would look as the opposite gender. If anything, you should go check out Corpse's page! :3

[stayandot8]

Gentle Breeze (Ateez)

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: Yunho x fem reader

Important Contents: I made a promise to @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna a LONG time ago based on a dream she had and its about time I make good on it. So Bri, I hope you like it. Just for you. :)

WC: 882

masterlist

Summer had finally begun, meaning it was the perfect weather to be outside. Unfortunately for me, it also meant the Yunho and the boys had practice again. Every. Single. Day. No big deal for me, though. There was a big tree by the soccer field I was accustomed to sitting under with my headphones in, my playlist pinned to the top for frequent use in this exact situation. 

The trees swayed above me in the breeze, casting ever-moving shadows on me. The burning of the sun was lessened with these swaying trees, but that didn’t stop my skin from soaking up the rays it provided. My job forces me inside most days, working at one of the more popular hotels in town, so soaking up whatever vitamin D I could on my off days was prudent. The clouds were so puffy, they looked tangible, like I could touch them if I got high enough. They were such a pure white they rivaled Hongjoong’s new hair color. And his came from a box. 

Yunho and the others practicing a few feet away all sweaty and glistening was just an added bonus. A very nice bonus. I could hear them yelling whenever my music was changing to the next song. They would all yell and tease each other, sometimes resorting to physical teasing. Nothing ever more than playful shoves ever happened. There was nothing but jokes, teasing, and love between all of them, which made the college group of best friends the perfect group to enter when you started dating one. Of course, there was the occasional testing to you as well, but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

There was one day where Yunho couldn’t keep his hands off me, innocently of course. We were all out to the bar in the center of downtown, going out to celebrate something I couldn’t remember now. Yunho had me squished beside him, finding some way every minute or so to creep closer. His hands were playing with mine, running my fingernails across his palms and whatnot. I just stared at the sheer size of his hands, twice as big as mine it felt like. The other grasped the glass of beer and closed around the other side, his finger touching. They were good for other things too, which I had just found out the night before, so staring was involuntary. 

He nudged me when he caught me noticing. “I know what you’re doing and unless you want me to whisk you away to the bathroom of this very dingy bar, you better stop.” He kissed the top of my head and grinned down at me. I flashed him a knowing smile. “My hands could wrap around your thigh, couldn’t they?” His voice didn’t raise at the end of the sentence. It wasn’t a question. I lifted my thigh off the wooden booth we were sitting in, inviting him to try. “Ah, not quite. But they still look huge. I like that.” His innocent smile contradicted the mischief in his eyes for anyone who was looking close enough. Luckily for me, I was the only one looking at him. He pulled away slightly if only to glance San’s way, placing his hand on my shoulder and fully encasing it. I side-eyed it, noticing how fully it covered my whole shoulder. 

San noticed how large it was too. “Dude, she’s not going anywhere. You can let her breathe.” He said it lightly, but Yunho only grew closer again, his shoulder now firmly against my side and pushing me into the wall. 

“She’s my girlfriend, I can be as close to her as I want.” He didn’t take his eyes off me when he spoke, still with that innocent-not-innocent smile pointed directly at me. I shot one right back. His hand drifted down my arm to my waist and looped through my belt loop on my jeans. That was where it stayed all night. 

The memory drifted through my mind as I watched the wind push through the trees some more. The shouts from the field floated over along with the rustling of the material from Yunho's pants. I could feel his approach more than hear it at this point in our relationship. His shadow loomed over my closed eyes and I popped one open. 

“Jagi. The guys want to go out for some food. You wanna come?” He leaned down under the outside premise of grabbing his water bottle beside me, but I knew what he was actually doing. His lips brushed mine, droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead. “Plus they like you more than me so if you don’t come, then I can’t go. They want to see how you’ll roast Wooyoung for his new haircut.”

My one eye roamed over to Wooyoung, his hair styled in a weird ponytail-mullet combination. The words came and were ready to spill out. I smirked.“Let’s go.” He held out his hand and pulled, causing me to yelp as he pulled me up off the blanket. He gathered it all in his bag, tucking my book in carefully while I put my headphones back in their case. He held out one of those goddamn hands and closed it around mine, leading the way with his tall stature blocking the wind.

[pupsmailbox]

SPACE︰ALIEN ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　adam. adrian. aldebaran. algol. altair. andromeda. apollo. aquila. archer. arcturus. aries. aster. asterion. astra. astraeus. astro. astronomie. atlas. auriga. aurora. borealis. buzz. carina. castor. celeste. celestia. celestian. celestine. charon. cielo. comet. corvus. cosmania. cosmo. cosmos. cygnus. cyra. darby. dione. draco. echo. eclipse. elio. ello. equinox. eric. estelle. esther. gal. galaxeye. galaxie. galaxy. galileo. gamma. hale. halley. hercules. hesperus. horizon. hubble. hyperion. ian. ion. juliet. juno. jupiter. kepler. kuiper. laxy. leo. light. lumen. lumis. luna. lyra. mars. mercury. meteor. milay. mira. miranda. moon. moony. nebula. neptune. nereid. nova. nyx. oberon. orbit. orion. perseus. phoebe. phoenix. planette. pleiades. pluto. polaris. pollux. pyxis. quark. rigel. rocket. rocky. ruban. rupert. saturn. scorpius. selene. singularity. sirius. sky. skyler. sol. solar. solarin. solaris. solis. solstice. spacena. spica. star. stark. starlet. starling. stella. stellan. stellar. stelle. sun. sunny. theo. umbriel. univera. vega. venus. voidear. warp. zenith. zephyr. zorya.

PRONOUNS ⌇　alien/alien. as/astrum. astro/aster. astro/astronomical. astronaut/astronaut. bri/bright. cel/celestial. co/comet. comet/comet. constellation/constellation. cos/cosmic. cosmi/cosmic. cosmos/cosmo. cro/crown. gal/galaxy. galax/galaxy. galaxy/galaxy. glo/glow. gravity/gravity. hx/hxm. hy/hym. h☆/h☆m. infinite/infinite. leo/leonid. li/light. lune/lunar. mo/moon. moon/moon. neu/neutron. par/parsec. pla/planet. plan/planet. planet/planet. pri/prince. pul/pulsar. pul/pulse. qua/quasar. quark/quark. ray/ray. ri/ring. ro/rock. ro/royal. rocket/rocket. satellite/satellite. shi/shine. shine/shine. ship/ship. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh☆/h☆r. spa/space. space/space. spae/space. spi/spin. sta/star. star/star. stardust/stardust. ste/stellar. stell/stellar. stelle/stellar. su/sun. sun/sun. tele/telescope. thr/throne. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. th☆y/th☆m. tu/turn. universe/universe. vast/vast. vis/vision. voi/void. void/void. ☀. ☄. ☄️. ✨. ⭐. ⭐️. 🌀. 🌌. 🌍. 🌙. 🌟. 🌠. ���. 👑. 👽. 👾. 💎. 💫. 🔭. 🚀. 🛰. 🛰️. 🛸. 🪐.

[ifknlovenicodiangelo]

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