#fwbb

[m0llygunn]

*immediately responds back*

I LOVE (a fwbb) LIL SOMETHIN’ SNEAK PEEKS! 🥹

yesssss this is kind of more than a lil sneak peek (its 1.6k of sneakily peeking) but its been so long since the last chapter sooo... also its edited but also its not edited (also pretending i didn't disappear for many weeks after saying i would give u this sorry) anyway this is from somewhere in the middle of the chapter but lets not say

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“She’s even got me doing her laundry— and the worst part is, I don’t hate it.”

A few weeks have passed since the initial laundry incident, twice over Eddie has helped. Letting you boss him around has been surprisingly… okay? Not the worst? Something he could get used to? You’ve always been on the bossy side but the difference now is that he’s a willing participant— more than a willing participant, a volunteer. 

Tonight you were going to a retirement dinner for a coworker. Eddie thought you’d try to get out of it, but you surprised him, saying that you were going because “Susan is a kind woman, and she deserves to be celebrated.” When Eddie asked if the actual reason you were going was because it was her job that you were inheriting, you hit him. One weak, pregnant woman punch to the shoulder was all the answer he needed to know he was right. 

However, because of your unfortunate moral obligation, Eddie was left with an empty Friday evening. Instead of doing fuck-all at home, he decided to drive out to the shit hole that is Jeff and Gareth’s college apartment and do fuck-all there instead. Despite being a forty minute drive away from you, you’re still the subject of the conversation. 

“Of course you ‘don’t hate it’, she’s basically giving you permission to go through her underwear.”

“Not like that— I mean, that is a bonus—” he pauses, as his mental rolodex of your assortment of underwear flashes through his mind. Cotton, silk, lace, ‘boyshort’ (as you had called them when he asked why your underwear were so… not underwear shaped)— he shakes the thoughts away before he gets to thongs— or worse, lace thongs. “—but, I don’t know. I hate doing laundry, but I have no problem doing hers.”

“Yeah, because you’re in love with her,” Jeff sings, continuing his goading. From his parallel spot on the living room floor, he holds his hand out for the joint. Eddie passes it over, scoffing at Jeff’s accusation. 

“Oh, and you’re the love expert?”

“Yeah,” he exhales his breath of smoke. “Me and my girl, two years strong.”

Jeff takes his last puff, offering the burnt down joint back to Eddie. Eddie takes it— he shouldn’t because they’ve smoked nearly double of what they usually do, but he takes it, pulling the final drag before snubbing it out in the ashtray. Laying back on the floor, he lets his hands rest folded on his chest. 

The ceiling fan whirls on full speed, funnelling and dispersing the thick smoke in the air, the overhead light makes the grey-white popcorn walls glow yellow, the cheap fridge buzzes in the kitchen, and the broken toilet in the bathroom down the hall sounds like non stop running water. Eddie’s mind is far from clear— all hazy and in the clouds but like a tether, no thought ever strays too far from the topic of you. 

“What even is love?” he sighs, closing his eyes. 

“Hmm, wanting to do someone’s laundry?” Jeff says, reaching over to knock Eddie’s head. Eddie blindly tries to hit him back but Jeff retreats too quickly, leaving Eddie swatting at the air. 

“It could be worse,” Gareth says, walking into the living room, finally showing face after being holed away in his room with the lame excuse of having a final next week. Both boys follow him through the living room, watching with red rimmed eyes as he sits on the couch. “She could um…not be in love with you.”

“She’s not,” Eddie scoffs, looking back at the ceiling.

“And you know this, how?”

“She’s just not— and we shouldn’t. We’ve been friends for so long and it works. If it’s not broken, don’t fix it,” Eddie says. It feels like the room starts to pulse, the ceiling getting closer and further away at the same time. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling fan, watching it spin and spin and spin— around and around and around, just like his thoughts. 

“People say that about appliances and cars, not girls, you idiot,” Gareth says, drawing a measly half of Eddie’s attention. Most of his attention stays on the ceiling fan and the perfect analogy for how it's just like his thoughts, spinning around and around— he does have the brief thought that he smoked too much, but his thoughts circle, always coming back to you. 

You circle once, you circle twice. The thought of his future baby circles next. The baby— “Especially now— holy fuck,” Eddie sits up. The thought hits him like a freight train. You and him are friends. Being friends works. Adding a baby into the mix is a big change. Being more than friends and adding a baby— that’s two big changes, that’s two possibilities of your relationship, platonic or not, going very wrong. “Yeah,” he breathes out. “Especially now. We can’t fuck things up— it’s working how things are. We should leave it.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Gareth laughs. “What’s so important about now?”

“What?” Eddie says, shifting his eyes to Gareth on the couch. Jeff laughs and Eddie's stomach plummets. They don’t know about the baby— they don’t know about any detail beyond his unrequited affection for you. He’s supposed to be keeping this all under wraps, you and he agreed. 

“Especially now?” Jeff mocks him.

“Yeah. What’s so important about now? And what exactly is working?” Gareth asks, smirking in a way that makes Eddie desperately wish he hadn’t smoked as much as he did.  

“Nothing,” Eddie shrugs, trying to coolly brush it off. If the heat that rushes to his cheeks is any indication of how cool he’s being, he’s not, and the smoky air in the room certainly isn’t helping. 

“Hold on— you’re doing her laundry? Did I hear that right?” Gareth asks.

“Gare,” Eddie warns. If he can just shut down the conversation, make them move on then maybe—

“You’re doing her laundry— what are you getting in return?” 

Fuck.

“Friendship,” Eddie says, thinking fast— which albeit isn't that fast.

Gareth scoffs a laugh, eyes burrowing beneath Eddie’s skin as his skepticism turns into confidence. “Yeah right, cut the crap. What are you getting in return, Munson?” he repeats. His mouth curls into a deep smirk, and Eddie knows he’s cooked. The sharpness of Gareth’s sobriety is unfair and Eddie’s trying his best to pull a straight, unblushed face. It’s not working. 

“I’m not getting anything in return.”

“Holy shit,” Gareth says excitedly, sitting forward. His eyes light up, smirk turning into a giddy smile. Eddie knows he can’t deny anything anymore, not while he’s this high— he can be childish though, inebriation has never inebriated that ability. 

“Shut up,” he barks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Holy shit,” Gareth repeats, knees jumping with his growing amusement.

“What?” Jeff says, sitting up. His bloodshot eyes move back and forth trying to piece together the conversation. 

“Eddie and—”

“If you don’t stop talking I’m going home and never coming back here,” Eddie barks.

Gareth laughs at his empty threat. “You’re blushing that means you and—”

“That’s not— I’m not—” Eddie stumbles to backtrack the conversation. It doesnt work, because Gareth bulldozes through his attempts. 

“You guys are fu—”

“No. We’re not!”

“Look at you, you’re redder than—”

“What are you guys talking about—” Jeff hasn’t caught on, but he looks to Gareth, pleading with wide, high-out-of-his-mind pupils for clarity. Eddie opens his mouth, but before he can say anything that might stop this night from going even further astray, Gareth says the condemning words. True words.

“They’re fucking.”

“Who’s fucking?” Bless Jeff's high soul.

“Eddie and—”

Fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. He can’t save the situation, but maybe he can salvage it. 

“It was one time! Okay! One time!” Three times, but that's beside the point. “It wasn’t an exchange,” Eddie sighs. “I didn’t offer to do her laundry because of it. We were drunk. We got carried away.” 

The conversation passes its boiling point, leaving shards of partial truths and overt excitement all over Gareth and Jeff’s shitty apartment floor. Eddie deflates, falling to lay back on the carpet. His confession sits in the air, silence surrounding it. It’s cruel the way that the ceiling fan still spins, taunting him. You circle his thoughts another time— you’re going to be so pissed. 

“But you want it to happen again,” Gareth says, his ever living smile creeping into his voice.

Of course he wants it to happen again— he would be an idiot to not want it to happen again but that’s not what this is about— this is about him salvaging this conversation. Fixing his idiot mistake so that you don’t rip him a new one. Obviously, they would have found out this bit of information eventually… but you said this would happen. You called it— you explicitly said that this would happen, and that if he does ‘squeal like a pig to the guys’… you never finished your threat, you just shook your head. Fuck. 

“Jesus Christ. I liked when you guys were scared of me, college made you too bold,” Eddie groans, feeling his crushing reality start to set in. 

“Man, this is like a decade in the works, fucking finally,” Gareth laughs. Jeff unashamedly agrees, nodding heavily, until Eddie reaches over, hitting him on the shoulder.

“‘Fucking finally’ nothing. It happened once, that’s it. And you know she would hate us talking about this, so drop it. Please.”

“‘Please’?” Gareth laughs. “You’re down bad, huh— must really be hoping for a second time.” 

Second meaning fourth time… yeah at this rate, it’s not looking too good for him, not after this.

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hope you likedddd it <333

[pitohuimaki]

Friends With (Baby) Benefits MASTERPOST

See the whole series on AO3, HERE.

Rating: T Relationships: Kazuto Kirigaya/Asuna Yuuki, (Minor) Suguha Kirigaya/Shinichi Nagata Content: Teen pregnancy, slow burn, friends to lovers, alternate universe (high school setting) Fluff/Angst: Fluff, mild angst, some hurt/comfort

Friends With (Baby) Benefits: They’re best friends, doing what all best friends do. Playing video games, making inside jokes, raising a baby... Wait, what?

Kazuto and Asuna, two high school best friends, are suddenly thrust into parenthood and responsibility when Asuna discovers she's pregnant. Between Asuna's complicated feelings about love, Kazuto's tendency to self-isolate, and a baby on the way - with all the complications that brings - how is their relationship supposed to survive, let alone flourish?

(MAIN FIC) CHAPTERS: 22+

Nothing But A Touchy Subject: Eleven years after he left Japan, abandoning Suguha and their daughter in the process, Shinichi Nagata returns with his head cleared and a new maturity about him. But, when he coincidentally runs into Suguha in front of a grocery store earlier than he was planning to, he realises that she's matured and left him behind.

(EPILOGUE) CHAPTERS: 1

[themermaidmoon]

Duh were are you? I want to text you after drinking a bit and say dumb things do we can laugh tomorrow

[skyfallscotland]

I’m here for the ask game!! Have a good day!!!

🏷️🌻🎨

Hi hi hi! I'll try 🥹 I really need to get cracking on my FWBB fic but I'm drawing it out way too much, why am I like this?

🏷 Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

It depends on the fandom, sometimes it's a relationship, sometimes it's relevant to the fandom (ie. civil war: team iron man, or bamf sakura haruno) but usually I just search by >30k words, because I like to settle in.

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

All the time. I'm not kidding. I wrote these for me, you guys are just along for the ride. Last week I felt shitty and couldn't write so I spent two days re-reading Fear & Flame and Dangerous Devotion.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Anything! I would just be infinitely grateful anyone dedicated their time to doing something like that for me 🥹🥹 The dragon-dogs could be cute though. Maybe Xaden carrying puppy Andarna around on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

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[kevinlysent-blog]

There is no limit to talent in the world no matter how much you try and restrict it it always finds a way to cross boundaries. Had a chance to be at this year's Fashion Without Boarders and I got to say Botswana got talent. Fashion has no limit. #FWBB #2019 #talent #fashion #models #Africa #Botswana #fashion #photography #roadtomillionfollowers Plenty more where that came from. Fasten your seat belts. (at Gaborone, Botswana) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv7lOT0pcsn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=125ev47lckpk6

[daggerandrose]

Happy 28th everyone! We’re a month into Louis’ tour and we’re not only being blessed with content from him, but also blessed with amazing fics!

As always, please give kudos/comments on these fics. Writers crave them. I can totally vouch for that.

Larry fics:

💕 babydoll blues, 111.5k by @thedevilinmybrain

Louis is a high profile, filthy rich label executive who has the world at his feet - a music god.. Harry is the sugar baby trying to make a name for himself singing in shady bars and hanging off the arm of Louis' biggest rival. What Louis wants, Louis gets. But what if the game gets too hot and hits a little too close to the heart?

💕 I Can Be Your Vice, 3.1k by @littleroverlouis

It could be his innate flight or fight instincts kicking in. His predator is closing in and he is the prey. Fear would be a rational response.

After all, there is a centuries old vampire standing directly behind him.

“You’re ahead of schedule, Louis.”

Or Harry and Louis are FWBB (friends with bloodsucking benefits)

💕 Full Moon Dreaming, 43.2k by @jacaranda-bloom

Every month, Full Moon Dreaming reveals a person’s soulmate. Sometimes it’s an object or a place, or for the lucky ones, the love of their life.

Louis has given up hope of dreaming of a person, resigned to living a life devoid of that kind of all-consuming love for another and receiving the same in return.

But when a new neighbour descends on Louis’ beloved Hanson Bay and moves into the other beach house, could all that be about to change?

💕 Opulence Thrills, 68.8k by @brightgolden

“You know, it’s my first time bidding-”

“Bidding on people?” Harry supplies.

Louis snickers as he shakes his head, a small smile playing on his perfectly shaped lips. “You could say that, yeah.”

OR

Where a well-versed submissive, Harry Styles has spent eighteen months in BDSM abstinence after an irreconcilable difference in kink preferences with his ex-dom, and a random winner for a charity auction might just be the one who brings him back.

💕 Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover, 6.7k by @lovingstheantidote

Harry laughs. He actually giggles until Louis sucks behind his ear and surprisingly turns that giggle into a little moan. And oh, god, does Louis want to make him do that again.

“Pasta shape, Harold. Sure you’ve got one yeah?” More tiny breathy kisses. Warm air on Harry’s long neck. He feels Harry smiling as he switches sides. He thinks about all the other long parts of Harry’s body. Will he get to touch them, get to suck them too?

or

Louis is infatuated by the hot new pasta chef. He gets so much more than just dinner.

💕 Come In and Change My Life, 12.1k by @lightwoodsmagic

He’d had the same neighbours since he’d moved into the building, a lovely, wealthy couple in their late sixties who had always invited him around for tea on Sundays. Martha had dropped off homemade biscuits the day he’d moved in, so Harry figured he may as well repeat the sentiment.

He could hear someone getting closer to the door just as a flush ran through his body; oh fuck. His heat was close, too close to be knocking on a potentially unknown alpha’s door, but it was too late. The door swung open, and Harry’s mouth dropped.

He’d never been overly interested in football, couldn’t find the fascination in watching men run around after a ball for hours aside from their uniforms, but he knew who this was.

Louis Tomlinson, alpha, captain of Manchester United, star in a number of Harry’s heat addled fantasies, was his new next-door neighbour.

Or, Harry and Louis become friends when Harry looks after Louis' cat during away games, until one night at a party changes everything between them. It's just a shame Louis' going to be away for the FIFA World Cup for three months.

💕 some evening in springtime, 20.7k by @eeveelou

Fresh out of veterinary school, Louis moves to a sleepy small town in Texas to take over the local animal clinic. But his new life is quickly interrupted by a middle aged rancher with a bad leg and a mysterious past, who really needs Louis's yoga skills.

💕 Cooking with Style, 11.5k by @mizzhydes

For the last eight years Louis Tomlinson has been the afternoon radio host during the week on BBC Radio 1. A last minute emergency arises and he has to take over for his colleague, Nick Grimshaw, just minutes before his special guest is set to be interviewed.

Only when he steps into the studio does he find out he's interviewing the multitalented Harry Styles, who's there to promote his most recent project — and who also happens to be Louis’ secret celebrity crush. All he has to do is keep it together on air and then he's out of the woods. Or is he?

💕 Lost in Your Paradise, 6.3k by @sadaveniren

“To the alpha I fucked at the Ziam concert, I think this is yours.”

aka Harry and Louis have a one night stand.

💕 Magical Mishaps and Malfunctions, 16.5k by @tomlinbuns

It's a magical meet cute, y'all :) This particular potion includes lots of: "Louis being an idiot" ,"Harry being an idiot but maybe not as much?" and "mutual pining"! I hope you like it!

Sterek fics:

💕 A Wild Heart’s Desire, 13.4k by @mad-madam-m

If there's one thing Stiles Stilinski knows, it's that Deputy Derek Hale absolutely Does Not Like him. The only reason Derek even tolerates him is because their kids are worryingly codependent.

So Stiles is understandably confused when a very feral Derek shows up in his backyard after a call gone wrong and proceeds to move in with him.

💕 The Distress Call, 95.6k by tiniestawoo

“Beacon Hills Sheriff, Stilinski speaking.”

“Hey Mr. Stilinski.” Scott says, the words sounding foreign in his mouth. “Can I uh – ask you a question?”

“Scott please, I’ve told you, call me John. But sure, what’s up?” The area around the Sheriff is quiet, he must be at home, or they’re having a slow night at the station.

“Do you know…if Derek Hale has a mate?” He asks, still not really sure why he cares. Derek hadn’t been in his pack for the last 7 years. But still – that call had been a cry for help, and if Scott could help, he wanted to.

John Stilinski stopped breathing for a minute, Scott could tell. “Why, Scott? Why do you need to know that?” He finally asked.

“There was some kind of werewolf distress call. It was from pretty far away. I think it was Derek. I don’t know how I know this, but it’s basically a request for help, because a mate is hurt or dying?”

The Sheriff hangs up on Scott.

--

Or, the one where Stiles and Derek are mated, and the pack moves back to California, only kind of informs the McCall pack, and then Stiles gets kidnapped and almost killed.

💕 The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants, 163.7k by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!”

Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’

“Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind.

“Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

[m0llygunn]

Can we have a sneak peak of chap 2 BWB?

yes we can!! almost 600 words of sneakily peeking, enjoy!! (also i think we need a consensus on the name cause its already been called so many things, which i acknowledge is my fault because of all the unnecessarily fanciful parenthesis lol but i've been using fwbb (friends with baby benefits), if chill lmk

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“It’s almost nine now, so it’ll be ready at…”

“9:20,” you say when Eddie takes a concerning amount of time doing the math. The ride home was quiet. Being out of the fluorescence helped your nerves, and as you got further and further away from the pharmacy, and closer and closer to Eddie’s place, you started to feel normal again. 

“I knew that, I was just… thinking,” he responds. He sits up from where he was crouching in front of the dresser, using it as a table to put together the test. 

Decidedly, it was just nerves that had put you on edge, that’s it. The test is nothing but precautionary, just to rule out what could have made you sick. Eddie joins you, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Uh— before, we get a response,” he pauses, wringing his hands together. His eyes move down to his lap and your chest tightens. “I just want to say that whatever it is… I don’t regret what we did… and whatever it is, I’ll be there… for my girls.” 

He looks at you, his smirk widening by the second, and you can’t help the snort of laughter from escaping. Like every other ill-timed joke that he's pervasively told over the last month or so, he gets you, and you appreciate it this time as it lessens the gnawing feeling in your belly.

Despite the joke, when you really look at him, with his lips spread in a smile, his eyes swarm with the same trepidations that you feel. He’s a comedian but even the comedian is human. You try your hand at lightening the mood. 

“What if it’s not a girl?” you ask, playing along. He smiles, bumping his shoulder into yours as he huffs a breath from his nose. Shaking his head in an almost mirthful way, you think you were successful, until his demeanour drops into something serious. 

“What did you mean earlier?” he asks, “When you said that it doesn’t feel like you ate something bad?”

“I just— I don't know. I just, I thought I had a feeling,” you explain. Eddie hums, eyes now set forward on the test. “I think I was just nervous, that’s all.” 

Twenty minutes has never felt longer. Eddie accepts your answer at face value but doesn’t do much to show it. He doesn't do much in general, and neither do you. At the ten minute mark, his hand found your knee. At the fifteen minute mark you were curled under his arm, resting your head on his chest as he rubbed up and down your arm. In the last minute, you had taken his hand in yours, playing with his fingers as you watched the seconds tick by on his casio watch. 

9:19:59 turned to 9:20:00, and you turned to Eddie. Synchronously and in silence, you parted from each other. He stood and you sat. He moved to the dresser, and you held your breath. 

With his back facing you, you watch with unblinking eyes as he reaches for the instructions. Humming to himself, your lungs ache. You try to parse the meaning behind his tone, or vibration, or pitch— or anything that could give way to what he's seeing, but it’s far too vague. Taking a deep and vital breath, filling your begging lungs with air, you're just about to ask what it is, mouth already open, lips already forming words, when he speaks.

“It says negative.”

“It says negative?” you parrot in disbelief.

“Negative.” Eddie answers firmly.

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[pitohuimaki]

i forgot that october isn’t summer in japan FUCK

[ao3feed-larry]

I Can Be Your Vice

by littleroverlouis

It could be his innate flight or fight instincts kicking in. His predator is closing in and he is the prey. Fear would be a rational response.

After all, there is a centuries old vampire standing directly behind him.

“You’re ahead of schedule, Louis.”

Or Harry and Louis are FWBB (friends with bloodsucking benefits)

Inspired by Temporary Fix Part Two coming this spring for 1D Song Fic Fest

Words: 3130, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Vampire Louis Tomlinson, Blood Drinking, Come Eating, Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Anal Sex, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Friends With Benefits, Songfic, Biting, Barebacking

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/3Ga5Qqz

[kimnjss]

Can u plzz explain hobi and jin... what are they... fwbb... lovers... like im lost

yeah, sure! so as of right now their more of a situationship then anything - they’re in the talking phase of their relationship ., buut like lowkey are exclusive ., no matter how many jokes hobi makes . he’s only seeing jin rn nd vice versa . 

[fanficsiamobsessedwith]

I Can Be Your Vice

I Can Be Your Vice by littleroverlouis

It could be his innate flight or fight instincts kicking in. His predator is closing in and he is the prey. Fear would be a rational response.

After all, there is a centuries old vampire standing directly behind him.

“You’re ahead of schedule, Louis.”

Or Harry and Louis are FWBB (friends with bloodsucking benefits)

[plussizeneverlookedsogood]

Looking for FWBB - Friends with Burrito Benefits. Preferably @ Chipotle XD

[cyberdelusiondream]

Ketua PWI Kab Bogor Himbau FWBB Untuk Menjadi Wartawan Profesional Dan Handal Dalam Berkarya

Ketua PWI Kab Bogor Himbau FWBB Untuk Menjadi Wartawan Profesional Dan Handal Dalam Berkarya

berantasonline.com Bogor Sekretariat PWI Kab. Bogor belum lama ini mendapat kunjungan dari Forum Wartawan Bogor Bersatu (FWBB) untuk sekedar bersilaturahmi dan berdiskusi. Ketua Persatuan Wartawan Indonesia (PWI) Kabupaten Bogor H Subagiyo dalam kesempatan itu mengatakan, menjadi seorang wartawan jangan tanggung tanggung, jadilah wartawan yang profesional, dengan memetik hasil maksimal sebagai…

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www.9647200000.com Чем отличается реальный тренер речи от пациента Снежко с шизоидным типом заикания? Главное отличие что ученик Снежко со Снежко в одной команде, а шизофреник не в команде Снежко. Более того, шизофреник пытается всех убедить, что он круче Снежко и даже улучшил Эталон Снежко своими наработками:))) Шизофрейник пациент, активно пиарит свою личность за счёт своего кумира. Это похоже на то, как копируют шизики-двойники своих кумиров, и активно на этом зарабатывают. Мы знаем есть даже целые шоу таких двойников, где таких психически больных личностей собирают вместе на потеху публике. Однако когда копируют такие шизофреники врача, то здесь уже есть социальная опасность! Так как психически больной пациент собирает реальных больных и начинает их реально лечить! Естественно эти люди не понимают у кого они решили полечиться! Пациент активно прославляет себя, копирует информацию от Снежко и активно выдаёт себя за доктора! И многие действительно ему верят и идут лечиться к психически нездоровому бывшему пациенту Снежко! Естественно когда они поймут, в чьи руки они попали, то бу��ет уже слишком поздно, так как с психа чего взять? Он же псих и не несет ответственности за свои действия! Я неоднократно предупреждал людей, чтоб не обращались к моим бывшим пациентам с шизоидным типом заикания за помощью. Но чем больше я предупреждал, тем больше людей это делали. Так уж устроен человеческий мозг, если человеку говорить не ходи туда, то конечно любопытство возьмёт своё. Мне искренне жаль этих любопытных, но я ничего не могу поделать в этой ситуации и конечно не несу никакой ответственности за последствия «лечения у моего психически больного бывшего пациента». Помните, что лишь тот кто в команде Снежко и при лицензии это психически нормальный и реальный помощник! А психически нездоровый самозванец, это который против Снежко и агрессирует в сторону Снежко, это не помощник для вас, а ваша проблема и трагедия. #берегитесьпациентовснежко#пациентснежко#шизоидноезаикпние#дегилевич#александрдегилеаич#кабаник https://www.instagram.com/p/BpSO2s-FWbb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1m9ix39cn5r5v