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whatever-lmaoo ยท 3 months
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I just want you to know how much I appreciate you, your support, and all the wonderful things you always say in the tags. They do not go unnoticed and have more weight than I think you know ๐Ÿ’— thank you! ๐Ÿ˜˜
Omlll stop you donโ€™t have to thank me๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’– I appreciate you too๐Ÿฅน๐ŸŒธ and Iโ€™m so happy to know you love reading them just as much as I love writing them!!! even though they can be all over the place ๐Ÿ˜‚ will be your number one fan even in the afterlife ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿคฉโœจ๐Ÿฉต
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pjackk ยท 4 months
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easily๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซก๐Ÿค๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธ๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿซท๐Ÿซธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡โ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿบ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿด๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿจ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿข๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชผ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿชท๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿชปโš˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡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chubchubreturns ยท 6 days
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๐Ÿ’– ๐Ÿ’–Have you always wandered what I looked like on all 4โ€™s๐ŸŒš๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿถ
Well here you go ๐Ÿ˜‹
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I think Iโ€™ll adapt to wearing bikiniโ€™s ๐Ÿค”. Who I usually look good on them ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ‘™
And I just love how free it is and keeps my body exposed ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿฅฐ
๐Ÿ”žWhat do you guys think let me know in the comments section ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿชฉ๐ŸŽ‰
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sophyalcachofi ยท 1 month
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Un momento ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ’–
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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‚๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿ‘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€โ™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U just haaaaad to go and make another eddie for me to be feral over didnโ€™t you? I need to know everything about roommate eddie pls ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿป
IM IN LOVE W HIM TOO. thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak on it bc I have an origin story for roommate!Eddie with nowhere to goโ€ฆ until now ๐Ÿ˜ˆ hereโ€™s my other blurb of him btw linking in case others wanna see!! ๐Ÿซถ
so in this nebulous roommates!au, Iโ€™m imagining youโ€™re besties with Robin. Eddie is besties with Steve. and of course since Robin and Steve are Ultimate Besties (in every world. in every universe.) they plot to get their respective Others together somehow. like, youโ€™re offbeat and fun and so is Eddie!! should work out great right?
wrong. u and Eddie just donโ€™t hit it off. you think heโ€™s too loud and brash and godforbid he gets more than one beer in him โ€˜cuz heโ€™ll be pulling you to the dance floor or making his own and embarrassing the everloving shit out of you. and he thinks you need to loosen up and get out of your head, which he decides is his new job that he takes VERY seriously.
eventually Steve and Robin stop trying to force it and yours and Eddieโ€™s relationship just turns into casual frenemies. (a la Harry Met Sally) like, ah yes, You Again. the best friend of my best friendโ€™s best friend ๐Ÿ˜’ youโ€™ll hang out casually at various house parties and bars but always with a buffer, otherwise youโ€™ll be at each otherโ€™s necks with (mostly) playful arguments and hot debates.
and it seems CRAZY at first that youโ€™re gonna live in the same space but holy shit rent is so expensive in the Big City where you all moved to and it mind as well be with someone you know. youโ€™re really worried about the set up but Eddie turns out to be real responsible with monthly payments and has a general respect for shared spaces (his own room is a black hole and it baffles you that he manages to have so many successful one night stands in that hell pit but youโ€™re never in there so who cares.) plus it helps to have a man around fr, to spook the landlord into doing his job ๐Ÿ‘น and also to fix things! and to give you lifts to work! and share snack duty! you find a rhythm and itโ€™s great.
the night that he falls for you tho? youโ€™re at group karaoke 3-shots deep and pick a cheesy Beatles song just to piss him off. simpering over your shoulder while you croon into the microphone, giving him a one-man-show that you hope triggers an earworm and irritates for days to come ๐Ÿ’– but actually heโ€™s gripping his beer for dear life on the nearby barstool getting hit with the sickening realization of being in love. like oh fuck, this is bad. I cannot be falling for my palโ€™s pal. whom I also live with. what a fucking mess.
the night you fall for him? a second date goes sideways and you have no one else to call but Eddie. he fully leaves the solo gig he was about to play because you sounded so upset over the phone (doesnโ€™t tell u that, tho!) and he could be a total asshole about it when he picks you up on the street corner but he absolutely isnโ€™t. chews out your date, tho, with a viciousness that both delights and scares you. makes you a proper meal at home and wraps a strong arm around you on the couch and watches your favorite romcom and laughs at all the parts you laugh at. and youโ€™re pressed up all close, wheels spinning in ur brain, unknowingly going through the exact same thought process Eddie had about a month earlier. Oh No. Heโ€™s My Bestie. Whom I Live With. This Cannot Possibly End Well.
aaaaand that about brings us up to canon speed, thus far! you and Eddie date around and have sex in your shared apartment but NOT with each other and if sometimes you get off to the sounds he makes when heโ€™s fucking someone else and if sometimes he gets off to the noises of you in the shower well โ€ฆ no oneโ€™s business ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ
like why are u even asking about something soooo personal. like Robin you donโ€™t get it itโ€™s not like that I just wanna be near him all the time. thatโ€™s normal and what friends do. no, Steve, youโ€™re not listening, we look at each otherโ€™s nudes as buddies. sorry you donโ€™t understand how friendships work ๐Ÿ™„
(Robin and Steve have to set up weekly debriefs to compare notes and make sure theyโ€™re not going fucking crazy)
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Someone requested a drawing where they had hickeys and I took the opportunity to combine it with my hc that Bill likes to kiss Ted's neck ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ’–
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Summary: Life works in mysterious ways and Bucky would go through it all again if it meant heโ€™d get to experience the rest of it with you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader
CW: fluff, a bit of teasing, flashbacks are italicized and thoughts are in bold and italicized[2.4k]
A/N: As always the cute line dividers were made by @firefly-graphics ๐ŸŒธ Iโ€™ve decided to turn this into a two-parter ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ Special recognition to @buckys-wintersoldier without her encouragement I probably wouldโ€™ve trashed this fic early on in the process๐Ÿ˜‚ and @targaryenvampireslayer for listening to me yap and helping me come up with ideas when I would get stuck๐Ÿ˜I am so thankful for both of them and yโ€™all should check out their works because they are wonderful!!!๐Ÿ’– With that being said this fic has grown on me a lot and I hope yโ€™all enjoy it as much as I do๐Ÿฅน Dialogue is not my strong suite so I apologize if any of the lines sound corny๐Ÿคง I donโ€™t give anyone permission to copy, translate or repost my works on here or other sites๐Ÿ˜Š Comments and constructive feedback is always appreciated!!
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Bucky absentmindedly breaks down the last few cardboard boxes, taking in your newly furnished living room. Photos of you and your respective families are scattered along the walls and on top of your antique furniture. Plants strategically placed around the room and the gorgeous lamps you picked out created a welcoming atmosphere.
He throws the last box on top of his makeshift pile, wondering how all of the broken roads of his life led him to this moment, how he got his dream girl, a woman who accepted him with his baggage and loved the parts of him that he deemed unpleasant, physically and mentally. It all felt so surreal to him.
As the time grew closer for the wedding to start, Bucky couldnโ€™t help but pace his dressing room floor. He occasionally looked in the mirror to fix his hair or wipe his face with another paper towel before throwing it away in the almost-filled trash can. He felt like his throat was constricted and began fidgeting with his tie. Eventually, he gave up and hunched over a table, trying to remind himself that everything was okay.
The weight of a hand rubbing his back, slowly grounded him for a moment. Steveโ€™s voice sounded muffled in his ears but grew clearer as Bucky took in deeper breaths and continued to focus on the circular motion of Steveโ€™s movements. โ€œBuck, do you want me to get her for you?โ€ The small โ€œpleaseโ€ he lets out is all it takes for Steve to rush to your room.
Bucky stood up and grabbed a bottle of water from on top of a dresser. He was almost finished with it when a soft knock caught his attention.
โ€œBaby?โ€ You say opening the door slightly and sticking your hand through the gap. A clammy palm rests on yours as you massage his knuckles with your thumb, imprinting your touch in his mind, a silent reminder that youโ€™ll always be there when he needs you.
โ€œYou ready to be stuck with me for life, Hotshot?โ€ You tease, grinning as you hear him let out a quiet laugh.
"I should be asking you that, Gorgeous,โ€ he breathes. โ€œI donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve ever been more ready for something than I am at the thought of marrying you. Iโ€™m just worried that Iโ€™ll somehow mess this up or this is one big dream. Iโ€™m afraid that at any second Iโ€™ll wake up in a cold sweat and find myself sitting on that old apartment floor, where instead of hearing that lovely voice of yours, itโ€™ll be the older lady next door yelling because she muted her TV again or the loud honks from angry New Yorkers." He rests his head against the door and clutches the doorknob with his metal hand.
โ€œCan you feel that, Bubba?โ€ you say, placing his hand on your chest, feeling the rapid rhythm of your heart beating against his fingertips. โ€œMy heart beats like this when I see or listen to you. When I think about being able to wear your ring on my finger, taking your last name, and one day being the mother of your children. My heart beats for you, Bucky, and that's one of the realest feelings I've ever experienced.โ€One thing Bucky loves about you is youโ€™ve never judged him for expressing his fears, and youโ€™re always there to support him when his insecurities eat away at his progress.
He can hear Natasha's distant voice calling for you and smiles softly.
โ€œIโ€™ve got to head back for last-minute touch-ups, but Iโ€™ll see you at the end of the aisle, right?โ€ You reach for his hand on your chest, gently kissing his palm before reconnecting your hands together.
โ€œIโ€™ll be there waiting for you. I love you, Gorgeous.โ€ He squeezes your hand, running his thumb over your fingers.
โ€œI love you too, Hotshot.โ€ And with that, you slip your hand from his loose grip and through the door, your hurried steps echoing in the hall. Steve enters a moment later, noticing that the previous tension in Buckyโ€™s body has almost completely disappeared.
โ€œLetโ€™s go make you a married man, Buck.โ€
โ€œWhat are we waiting for, punk,โ€ Bucky says, slapping him on the back playfully, laughing with each other as they walk out of the room, ready to make his dreams come true.
โ€œHey Gorgeous, Iโ€™ve got a question for you.โ€ Bucky groans out as he starts straightening up his mess.
โ€œAsk away, Hotshot.โ€ You utter, your voice resounding slightly in the foyer as you hang up a picture of the two of you on your wedding night.
Humming along to the soft music from the living room while admiring how Buckyโ€™s skin glowed under the golden hues from the sparklers your friends and family surrounded the two of you with. You can still feel the love radiating from him just by looking at his tender smile and remembering how his deep blue eyes twinkled with fondness as he gazed at you with his arms wrapped around your waist.
โ€œHow do you feel about going on a date tomorrow?โ€ You smile at the steady sound of footsteps approaching you. A pair of hands enclose your wide hips, and Buckyโ€™s chin rests on your shoulder as he inhales the pleasant scent of your perfume.
โ€œI would love to go on a date with you, Bubs.โ€ The warmth of his breath sends a shiver through your body, and you can feel your cheeks heating up as he places a sweet kiss below your ear.
โ€œWhere are you going to take me?โ€ You ask, grabbing his hands and placing them on your plush belly, leaning back in his embrace.
โ€œLetโ€™s see, I could take you to the movies, an amusement park, or maybe a pumpkin patch. The possibilities are endless.โ€ You hear his grin before you see it, turning your head towards him.
โ€œYouโ€™re not going to tell me, are you?โ€ A pout forms on your face, and you twist in his arms as he straightens up, clasping your hands together behind his neck.
โ€œYou would be correct, Gorgeous,โ€ he says, smirking and pecking your lips. You hope he didnโ€™t notice the slight widening of your eyes as an idea popped into your head.
โ€œHow am I supposed to know what to wear if I donโ€™t know where weโ€™re going?โ€ You ask sweetly, letting your fingertips play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
โ€œIโ€™ll pick out something for you.โ€ Your head tilts and eyebrows raise in amusement.
โ€œYouโ€ฆare going to choose what I wear?โ€ Bucky rolls his eyes and licks his lower lip in thought.
โ€œAre you questioning my fashion sense, Doll? If I remember correctly, you wear my clothes more than I do.โ€ His hands slip down to the top of your ass drawing your body in even closer, and you roll your eyes this time.
โ€œYouโ€™ve never put together an outfit for me before, and I like wearing your clothes because theyโ€™re comfortable and smell like you.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t want that pretty little head of yours worrying about a thing tomorrow. And Iโ€™m not complaining; they look better on you than on me. You make anything you wear look amazing, especially when it's in white.โ€ A warm smile is plastered across his face, his eyes darting up to the photo behind you, another memory from the best day of his life playing in his mind like an old film.
โ€œDo I look alright? Am I beginning to smell?โ€ Bucky questions Steve and Sam as he tries to smoothen out his already-perfect suit jacket. The chattering from the guests did little to calm his nerves.
โ€œYouโ€™re lookinโ€™ snazzy, Bucknasty,โ€ Sam says, giving Bucky a lighthearted slap on his ass.
"You look great, Buck." Steve wraps his arms around Bucky, bringing him into a tight hug. "I'm proud of you, man." He whispers, giving Bucky a brotherly kiss on the side of his head and a pat on his back as he lets go. He thanks the both of them before turning back around, eyes scanning the crowd as he tries to grasp the idea that all of these people are there for the both of you.
Bucky couldn't take his eyes off the door as the orchestra played the familiar tune of the song you chose for your entrance. After all the practices and months spent planning for this moment, nothing could prepare him for the overwhelming feeling he got when the ushers revealed your figure standing at the opposite end of him.
His bottom lip quivered, and he began to blink rapidly, but his gaze never strayed away from you. The dress you picked was beautiful, the shade of white complementing your complexion, and the way it hugged you in all the right places made you look like a goddess in his eyes.
He hadn't realized he was crying until you cupped his damp cheek in your palm, gently wiping away his tears while your own began to well in your eyes.
"Hi," you whispered through your watery smile, and it took everything in him not to crash his lips against yours.
You lightly glide your fingers down the side of his face, beaming up at him, already knowing where his train of thought took him. Gently tapping the side of his glasses, you watch as he slowly comes back to you, the affection in his eyes creating a warmth inside you that only he can ignite.
You wrap your arms around his midsection, and he kisses your temple before resting his cheek on top of your head, holding you against his body a little tighter.
โ€œI think I look good in white too.โ€ You say casually, a giggle escaping the two of you.
โ€œOh, yeah?โ€ He says, a crooked smirk forming on his face, and you pull away slightly. A smirk of your own playing on your lips as you lean up next to his ear.
โ€œSo much so that I could be convinced to recreate the boudoir photos I gave you.โ€ You take his earlobe between your teeth, pulling slightly, a low growl rumbles in his chest, and you do your best to keep your thighs from clenching. Buckyโ€™s hands cup your ass as he lifts you in his arms.
โ€œIโ€™m sure it wonโ€™t take much to persuade you, pretty girl.โ€ You roll your eyes at his cockiness, causing him to chuckle as he connects your lips, blindly making his way to your bedroom.
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You felt a sense of tranquility despite the chilly breeze nipping at your exposed skin as you strolled through the desolate yet animated park. The sound of leaves rustling in the wind and the soft chirping of crickets fill your ears, while you watch the beautiful glow of fireflies encircling the bushes lining the pathway.
You admire the way the clear water of the pond shimmers softly in the moonlight as you take a seat on your favorite bench. Your eyes close and the tension in your body slowly fades as you allow yourself to enjoy Mother Nature and the safe feeling she provides you.
The hairs on your arms stand up as an unsettling feeling washes over you, and the squelching of grass confirms your fears of not being alone. You open your eyes, turning your head, searching for the source that disturbed your peace. Your eyes land on a figure standing at the edge of the pond.
He must have felt your stare because the next thing you know, a pair of striking blue eyes connects with yours. He watches you curiously as you assess whether he's a threat, and a ghost of a smile crosses his lips when he notices the slight drop in your shoulders before turning his gaze back to the still water.
Your lip rolls between your teeth as you consider leaving. You stand and start to walk away, but then you hear the stranger speak.
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to leave.โ€ He says, and you turn around after a lengthy moment of stillness, wondering if you should trust him. You observe his relaxed stance, face devoid of malice, but it's his captivating eyes that draw you in and tug at your heartstrings.
There was a silent plea within them, a look you've grown used to seeing in the mirror over the years. Hoping for someone to fill the kind of emptiness that comes with having experienced too much, even if only for a short while.
You stand in silence as a family of ducks begins to swim by. A twinge of pain surges through your chests, as you both watch the last one struggle to keep up, feeling like Mother Nature is reminding you that you were once in similar positions.
The wind grows colder, causing you to cross your arms in an attempt to conserve body heat. He notices this and starts to rid himself of his leather jacket.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ You squeak out, taking a step back.
โ€œRelax, youโ€™re obviously cold and I wouldnโ€™t be a gentleman if I let you stand there shivering.โ€ You go to protest but heโ€™s already wrapping his jacket around your arms.
โ€œIโ€™m not supposed to take things from strangers.โ€ You exclaim, although, grateful for the makeshift shield against the cool weather.
โ€œWhat are you? Ten? Would you feel better if I gave you my name?โ€ He mocks and your eyes roll.
Itโ€™s always the pretty ones that are annoying.
โ€œOh, so you think Iโ€™m pretty?โ€ He says, your eyes grow wide and your mouth gapes open.
I didn't mean to say that out loud.
โ€œFuck off. I think youโ€™re annoying too.โ€ He barks out a laugh at that, startling you slightly, you turn your head away from him feeling a small grin make its way to the surface.
โ€œThe nameโ€™s James, but you can call me Bucky, or pretty if thatโ€™s what you want.โ€ He winks and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you tell him your name.
โ€œGorgeous name for an even more gorgeous girl,โ€ he pauses as his phone goes off and a deep sigh leaves his lips when he checks the notification.
โ€œI hate to depart like this, but duty calls.โ€ He says backing away slowly, waving his phone in his hand. You go to give him his jacket, but he starts making a disapproving noise.
โ€œIโ€™m not supposed to take things from strangers, Gorgeous.โ€ A sly smirk forms on his face before he spins around, gradually disappearing from your line of sight.
You shake your head, smiling to yourself, pulling the leather around you tighter as you begin to head back to your car, wondering if youโ€™ll ever run into him again.
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Girl if you think mafia au is your jam. You should definitely read/take inspo from the Made Series by Danielle Lori (they say the author is problematic so I just downloaded the books off the internet) I read books 1 & 3 and the third one very recently and the whole time Iโ€™m thinking Hedwig would kill this with Sterek ๐Ÿคฃ but ofcourse, thereโ€™s problematic elements here and there so pls do heed the warnings before you proceed if you ever do!
Imma spoil the book a lil here: So the guy basically holds the girl ransom bc sheโ€™s the enemyโ€™s daughter bc ofcourse she is and the guy is TOTALLY smitten (which I feel like would be Derek!) and one day they are arguing and the girl is like โ€œI want you to careโ€ and he goes
โ€œI feed my captive vegan,โ€ he growled.
The force of his voice stilled me.
โ€œShe spends her days doing yoga and playing in the yard and her nights reading classics by the fireplace.โ€ His sardonic tone lacked humor.
โ€œKeeping you here is a slap in the face to my men, but it seems I donโ€™t give a fuck about that.โ€ The eye contact seared. โ€œThe longer I put off revenge, the closer I get to another war with your papa. And I donโ€™t give a fuck about that either.โ€
My throat tightened at the thought I was a source of that kind of violence. I had no idea my presence here had caused so much trouble.
His gaze narrowed. โ€œYou pull a trigger on me, and I canโ€™t even leave you out in the cold for fifteen fucking minutes. So you tell me, Mila, who cares more here?โ€
I was DYINGGGGFF and the best part?
He calls her โ€œLittle Kittenโ€ Likeeeeeeeee ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ
Ofcourse, you donโ€™t have to read it at all or even skim through! I figured Iโ€™d just let it out bc I literally read the book 2 days ago and thought of you and today you were like Mafia ๐Ÿ’€ so I took that as a sign!!
Hi ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’– I'm so sorry for taking so long to answer, please forgive me ๐Ÿ’–
I just don't read modern fiction, sorry omg please ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’” Besides fanfiction, of course, because that's literature
Sounds intriguing tho, perhaps, some of sterek kittens will love it!
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mommahughes19-23 ยท 3 months
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baby boy - B.M
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@ryleeee.montour : Thank you florida and the Panthers organization for hosting us for the past 3 1/2 years and the opportunity to see my best friend and the love of my life hoist his first cup! ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ†
tagged : @montour
location : florida bby
matthew_tkachuk : gonna miss the both of ya, just means we gotta party harder this off season before you guys leave!๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅณ
โ†ช ryleeee.montour : you act like im not ur sister and youre never going to see us again.....
flapanthers : Thank you for 3 1/2 seasons with us! Once a cup champ always a cup champ!๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ†
daynamastro : NOOOOOOOOOOO. NO NO NO NO NO NO!โŒโŒโŒโŒโŒ
gustavforsling : I cant believe Monty isn't gonna be on the bench with me next season. ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜ž
ryanlomberg : im gonna miss you and monty! Thank you both for one of the best seasons! ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป
โ†ช ryleeee.montour : Ryan, thank you! You and Marissa have been everything to us!!! You will kill it in Calgary! ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ
โ†ช montour : My brother, its been a great run with you and the boys, and fuck it we are leaving as champs!๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜
lundell_anton : this is just wrong. MONTY SHOULD STAYYY๐Ÿ˜ก
carterverhaeghe : who's gonna man the grill at chuckys now?? ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ†ช ryleeee.montour : I guess you big boy, ill buy you an apron before we leave.
sbennet_93 : thats my best friend omg no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
barkovsasha : you will always be my little brandy boo
tygagen : for the record I was always your biggest fan @ryleeee.montour
evanr17 : im prepping the funeral preparations for you and Brandon, would you like to be buried together or separate?
โ†ช ryleeee.montour : Evan baby, good bye.
emiliekulikova : youre my best best friend, love you both the most! Please come back and visit anytime you want!!!!!๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿฅฐ
ellie_connell : GIRL NOOOOOOOO, you cannot leave me with your brother like this!!! PLEASE๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป
samsonreinhart : Brandon, youre a sexy man - Reino
vt9191 : we shall miss you
marissalomberg : NOOOOOOOO, YOU BETTER MAKE TRIPS UP TO SEE US !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
slorentz16 : MONTY! MONTY! MONTY!
nickcousins27 : YOU BETTER REP THAT SHIRT EVEN IF WE ARENT TEAMMATES ANYMMORE !!!!!โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ˜ก
alligadjovich : NO NO NO NO NO, TAKE BRANDON NOT RYLEE!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE LEAVE RYLEE.
โ†ช montour : yeah... not happening she's mine.
mackie.samo : Brotherrrrr, always sad to see a teammate go, wishing you the BEST of luck in Seattle!๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป
tiatuomola : hey Siri, play in the arms of the angel...
nikomikk : NOT MY MONTY BOY GIVE HIM BACKKKKKKKKKKKKK
tarasenko.yana : you better visit us and the boys ANY TIME YOU GET A CHANCE!!
montour : I love you so so so much my baby! Home is wherever we are together! Thank you to the guys and Panthers for everything you've done for us!๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฑ
smillaalwin : I miss you alreadyyyyy
ninaacousins : NO, not nicks #1 fan! come backkkkkkk
eetuluostarinen : I would like to say personally I object to this and any future changes made to our perfect Stanley cup team๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ž
zozeleny : OUR TAILGATE PLANNER IS LEAVING????? WHAT THE HECKKKKKK
aaronekblad5 : montyyyy boy, once a cat always a cat, youre never going to be a true kraken
christinalrodrigues : omg the kids are so sad uncle monty and aunt rywee are leaving! I expect post cards!
โ†ช ryleeee.montour : girl your husband is apparently planning us a funeral please, you cant get rid of the Montours that easy. PLUS everyone forgets B and I are here till September
emmasulonen : I would like to protest this immediately.
danielaforsling : im sorry but I just cannot support this move. you belong here
โ†ช ryleeee.montour : Danni babes DONT YOU GUILT ME
kevinstenlund : brothers from other mothers for life
jessjewell : always will be my little wag
jgadjovich : crushed the twins won't have you two around growing up as much as they could. All the best in Seattle ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป
tammymontour : My baby will be a star no matter where he goes
erinmarklee : MY BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIEND AND MY WIFE ARE LEAVING ME FOR EVER!
โ†ช ryleeee.montour : thats a bit dramatic but also true.
A.N: MAY I JUST SAY THIS OUT OF ALLLLLLL OF THE TRADES GOING ON BRANDON IS ONE OF THE TRADES THAT ABSOLUTLEY KILLED ME..... MONTY BABY AND LOMBERG MY SMOLL KING ARE AND ALWAYS WILL BE CATS TO ME.
jessjewell = Sam Reinhart
danielaforsling = Gustav Forsling
ninacousins = Nick Cousins
tarasenko.yana = Vladamir Tarasenko
alligadjovich = Jonah Gadjovich
marissalomberg = Ryan Lomberg
emiliekulikova = Dimitri Kulikov
daynamastro = Aaron Ekblad
tiiatuomola = Eetu Luostarinen
emmasulonen = Niko Mikkola
tygagen = Alexander Barkov
ellie_connell = Matthew Tkachuk
smillaalwin = Tobias Bjornfot
zozeleny = Sam Bennett
erinmarklee = Stevie Lorentz
TAGGED : @noahkahansorangejuice @skylershines @quinnylouhughesx43
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vintageshits ยท 4 months
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THIS IS JUST TO SAY
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That according to Goodreads, one year ago (may 15th) I MET MY BABYGIRL RODYA FOR THE FIRST TIME (I began reading Crime and Punishment), and since then, life has been nothing but brainrot.
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and I just have to say that I had NEVER EVER before been in love with a fictional man, call it Mr. Darcy, call it Edward Cullen, call it whatever you want, so thatโ€™s why Raskolnikovโ€™s my pookie, my babygirl, my everything ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ’– and why, even if an unpopular opinion, I canโ€™t stand seeing him with Sonya, idc if thatโ€™s an elemental part of the story ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ
Thatโ€™s it, good night. Happy anniversary to me ๐Ÿฅณ
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lilithsliltum ยท 5 months
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hi guys ty for the support on my first post <3 i figured i should introduce myself lol
you can call me lilith, iโ€™m 23 and use any pronouns
โฃ๏ธinterestโฃ๏ธ
tummy noises of all kinds! whether itโ€™s from overeating, hunger, sickness, i do not discriminate ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ
bonus points moaning/whining/ complaining about their tummy >>>>
comfort and belly rubs
๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿปokay with:๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿป
emeto/whump (nothing toooo graphic)
mild weight gain
mild gas/ belching
โŒnot into:โŒ
vore
furry/non-human
pregnancy
extreme weight gain /immobility/ unrealistic
feederism
scat/farts lol
i cant think of anything else atm but i may add more later. obviously this is a kink blog so plz dni if u r under 18! also i prob wonโ€™t respond to dms (sry im awkward) but im cool with sending asks! oki bye for now ๐Ÿ’–
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knizuu ยท 3 months
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Talk to me abt uhhh anything- Fang, Petey, OC, idc. ANYTHING U WANT๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–
PLEASE IM GENUINELY INTERESTED IM NOT DOING THIS JUST CUS U LET ME- /gen
I get so nervous writing asks wtf
DUDE IM SO DUCKING HAPPY +omg same </33
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COUGH well imma go in order lets go with the
FANG๐Ÿซงโ€ฆ.
SIGHH I LOVE HIM SM. tbh I see how people react to the recent idw miniseries which left the Hooligan fans really sour </33 to me, though, it wasnโ€™t too bad?? I see how it works and honestly the only sad part to me is WHY DID HOOLIGANS BREAK UP AUH but im so used to โ€œsonic canon ewโ€ so like-I shouldโ€™ve expected that sigh. So I can reason with how excited people headcannon/draw/make whatever of the guy itโ€™s really cool since we all kinda agree? Like even with such a variety we all take the guy lovingly <33 which is sweet :> like its pretty chill-WHCIH IS FUNNY because Im actually really scared in small communities <- i made a post bout it once i-I EAT UP ANY FAN MADE FANG CONTENT FR i love all fangs really [so far] ^ ^ tbh even my school knows that-I did pottery of him, drawn him, spoke of him, my teacher saw a drawing of Fang I did and HE QUOTE: I was looking for that [SIR I GET IT IM PREDICATABLE/silly]
PETEY๐Ÿ’ 
Ok as much as heartfelt I feel about Fang-Petey is just some other freak of nature my family knows. Iโ€™m NOT EVEN JOKING-MY MOM SANG ABOUT HIM WHILE MAKING LUNCH/GEN GEN GEN-cough. Idk why but ever since my brother [the first dog man fan obviously] inserted dog man into my family [by 1. SHOWING MY FANART/BOOKS TO MUM 2. LETTING ME SING THE MUSICAL ALL DAY LON-/positive fs] its been insane/sILLY because-who expected everyone to say โ€œPapa Peteyโ€ [i do NOT know how some typo made mo-ok my mom has a Petey problem/sILY AGAIN] in the car-at homeโ€ฆNOT ME THATS WHO. WHY IS PETEY SUCH A NORMAL THING IN MY HOUSEHOLD/positive sigh
OC๐ŸŒธ
OKK well they are ALMOST a wasteland but I have an original story to bring some ocs to life ^ ^ [including-sigh vague mention-the space dog lady and red haired lady ocs i have :3] ESSENTALLY: Iโ€™m calling it Brink of Bryony!! [Bryony is about a flower but in plot idk a city??] itโ€™s just a human loser [red haired lady MAYBE] meeting alien folk [Cordella is thereโ€ฆi showed her ONCE] like my self insert hehe [Norolist] because OH NO beeg mister evil guy wants to take over Earth and this NICE alien people gonna protect it! Thatโ€™s the entire thing, very unserious lmao. Pyrexavul is my precious <33 I donโ€™t think I shared him?? Iโ€™ll share em all sometime hehe im too lazy LMAO. So yes yes Iโ€™ve been into making that story recently :> !!
ANYTHING๐Ÿฆ
OK SO my Luxury AU has been MANIFESTING MOI cuz i decided: why yes I WILL make a fic bout it!! Yknow just remaking the lore[cough this means me rewriting the first book of DogMan] and putting some stuff into one work ^ ^โ€™ SO FAR Iโ€™m really getting into the vibes but whatโ€™s crazy is how I turned what I THOUGHT was oughta be a comedy-to a tragedy. No like I KNOW IM GONNA WRITE CUTE STUFF I WILL I JUST-โ€ฆ.also mightโ€™ve included grief, addiction, ETC I dont even know how I got there ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธbut itโ€™s been fun! Especially since it makes me go down a nice study check with me lmao [Iโ€™ve been learning the medical field, laws, how media handles stuff, types of _, etc] hehe rubbing my hands together imma be so happy to write it all hehe and with that Iโ€™m learning about my characters a lot better! I thought of it more one noted because its a good start but now im actually learning more bout em :0 !! Love reworking stuff, redesigning, itโ€™s been a huge part of me since idk when ^ ^โ€™
COUGHHHH i think that all works out!! TYSM FOR ASKING I CANNOT EXPRESS THE WHIMSY I FEEL RN <33
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crazylittlejester ยท 1 month
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YOOO ITS MEWING ANON AND YOU POSTED MANDERIN WARS ANON FIC COOL DUDE THAT IS SO SIGMA (I canโ€™t fucking spell) when I saw that the fic took 5 months it reminded me of that super sigma fic rq I sent you (the one thatโ€™s gonna take like four whole Zelda game development cycles to make but YOU ARE AWSOME FOR SAYING YOU WILL. anyways I am glad that ask is between you me and GOD if literally anyone else had seen that Iโ€™d be like ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿฅฒโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค”๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซก๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘ŠโœŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซท๐Ÿป๐Ÿซธ๐ŸคžโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿซฐ๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿค™๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ–•โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿปโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘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”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿคด๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ด๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โžก๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธโ€โžก๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿง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€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฃ๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿงข๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽ“โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿช–๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฝ๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿผ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿต๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชฟ๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿบ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿด๐Ÿฆ„๐ŸซŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿœ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿชณ๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๏ธ๐Ÿ•ธ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿข๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿชผ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿก๐Ÿ ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ„๐Ÿซ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿฟ๏ธ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿฆโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒต๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿชต๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿชน๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿš๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿชจ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿชป๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ’ซโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸโœจโšก๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐ŸŒˆโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒค๏ธโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฅ๏ธโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๏ธ๐ŸŒง๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒฉ๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธ๐ŸŒฌ๏ธ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿซงโ˜”๏ธโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐ŸŒถ๏ธ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿ ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ–๐Ÿฆด๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฑ๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿง๐Ÿฐ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซ–โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿต๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿพ๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿด๐Ÿฝ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿง‚โšฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿˆโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ›๐Ÿน๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›ทโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฟโ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€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๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿ…๐ŸŽ–๏ธ๐Ÿต๏ธ๐ŸŽ—๏ธ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽŸ๏ธ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿฉฐ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽฌ๐ŸŽค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช‡๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽง๐Ÿช˜๐ŸŽท๐ŸŽบ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿชˆ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿงฉ๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฎ๐ŸŽณ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš™๐ŸšŒ๐ŸšŽ๐ŸŽ๏ธ๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš–๐Ÿšก๐Ÿš ๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿš‹๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš‰โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ถโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ณ๏ธโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ›Ÿโš“๏ธ๐Ÿชโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ—บ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŸ๏ธ๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐ŸŽ โ›ฒ๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹โ›ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๏ธ๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๏ธ๐Ÿš๏ธ๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ›๏ธโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ค๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿž๏ธ๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ†๐Ÿ™๏ธ๐ŸŒƒ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒโŒš๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฅ๏ธ๐Ÿ–จ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•น๏ธ๐Ÿ—œ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ“ฝ๏ธ๐ŸŽž๏ธ๐Ÿ“žโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽ™๏ธ๐ŸŽš๏ธ๐ŸŽ›๏ธ๐Ÿงญโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธโฐ๐Ÿ•ฐ๏ธโŒ›๏ธโณ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›ข๏ธ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿชช๐Ÿ’Žโš–๏ธ๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ”จโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๏ธโ›๏ธ๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿชค๐Ÿงฑโ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ—ก๏ธโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ›ก๏ธ๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ’ˆโš—๏ธ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงช๐ŸŒก๏ธ๐Ÿงน๐Ÿช ๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿช’๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงด๐Ÿ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๏ธ๐Ÿšช๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ›‹๏ธ๐Ÿ–ผ๏ธ๐Ÿช†๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐Ÿ›’๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿช„๐Ÿช…๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŽ๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชฉโœ‰๏ธโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿงง๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿท๏ธ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ—’๏ธ๐Ÿ—“๏ธ๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ—‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ—ƒ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ณ๏ธ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿงท๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿงฎ๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ–Š๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–Œ๏ธ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ“โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿฉทโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿฉต๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿค๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•โฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ÿโ˜ฎ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธ๐Ÿชฏโœก๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿ•Žโ˜ฏ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›โ›Žโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธ๐Ÿ†”โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘โ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ‰ใŠ™๏ธใŠ—๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๐Ÿˆต๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜โŒโญ•๏ธ๐Ÿ›‘โ›”๏ธ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ขโ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿšญโ—๏ธโ•โ“โ”โ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†ใ€ฝ๏ธโš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธ๐Ÿ”ฑโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฐโ™ป๏ธโœ…๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’นโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโŽ๐Ÿ’ ๐ŸŒโ“‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ€๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿง๐Ÿšพโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿง’โ€๐Ÿง’โšง๏ธ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšฎ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ”ฃโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ†–๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†“0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ”ข#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃโ๏ธโ–ถ๏ธโธ๏ธโฏ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโญ๏ธโฎ๏ธโฉ๏ธโช๏ธโซ๏ธโฌ๏ธโ—€๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโ—€๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโžก๏ธโฌ…๏ธโฌ†๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†—๏ธโ†˜๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†™๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ช๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”ƒ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถโž•โž–โž—โœ–๏ธ๐ŸŸฐ๐Ÿ’ฒโ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ’ฑโ„ข๏ธยฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ‘๏ธโ€๐Ÿ—จ๏ธยฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”œใ€ฐ๏ธโžฐโžฟโœ”๏ธโ˜‘๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃโšซ๏ธโšช๏ธ๐ŸŸค๐Ÿ”บ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”น๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ฒโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸชโฌ›๏ธโฌœ๏ธ๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ—ฏ๏ธโ™ ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŽด๐Ÿ€„๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•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‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ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grr yknow?
stay sigma!
DID YOU JUST SEND ME EVERY SINGLE EMOJI IN ORDER IM FUCKING CRYING OH MY GOD
i DID post mandarin wars anons fic!! wellโ€ฆ the first chapter at least ๐Ÿ˜ญ I REALLY HOPE THEYโ€™RE ABLE TO SEE IT
and iโ€™ll get to yours at some point donโ€™t worry man, it just may not be a while i have school starting up soon (boooo)
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sugurouge ยท 2 months
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Hi there!! I just wanted to pop in here to say your tags made my whole day ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’– Iโ€™m so glad you enjoyed my writing ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ’–
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Catch me speedrunning your whole master list โ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธ
how dare you bring him here ๐Ÿ˜ฉ how can i stay focused now ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธhe's so extra, i love him
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I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING, i mean it. it felt like you wrote things i would really want to read and it had me SPIRALLING. i fought a fever on top of it all, just made things worse for me <33
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laurfilijames ยท 3 months
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Youโ€™re so welcome๐Ÿ˜ Your writing is top tier and your fics are out of this world girlie pop!!!๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†”๏ธโœจ๐Ÿ’– you also got me o b s s e s s e d with Charlie boy so ofc I have to show my appreciation ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿพ๐Ÿคง
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THANK YOU!!! You're honestly too good to me ๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ’—
I am so proud to have gotten you obsessed with that glorious man. Mission accomplished.
Thank you for being so wonderful and hyping me up so much, it's people like you who keep me motivated to keep sharing my thirst for Charlie through his amazing characters!
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