#dp coco

[i-cant-think-of-anything-to-say]

BREAKING NEWS

COCO PUFFS WITH HOT CHOCOLATE INSTEAD OF MILK

thank you for your time

[surelysilly]

i honestly really love using 2nd POV, but it's so rare it actually works for me... something about it just scratches that itch of depersonalization and derealization, honestly

Around you, the stationary room of yesterday is no more. Gone are the table and lounging chair, wide canopy bed and boring wall decorations. In its place are amorphous and glittering clouds of star dust and plasma, distant twinkling red stars, and polished mosaic tiled stairways jut in every direction. It's still settling, still coming to form, what it always should have been. You float idly in drifting wisps of vapor, and close your eyes briefly, comforted. It doesn’t, however, take long for him to find you. The steps guide him toward you, all roads leading home, and a thin stone bridge builds itself beneath your feet — star shaped light filters through its carved lattice design. "Danny?" You sink to the new ground, boots catching on the grooves, and turn to regard Jasper — affection-worry-fear-fear-fear — with lidded, green eyes, and say despondently, "Danny isn't here right now."

[hyuuukais]

feeling like i need a good cry maybe i should watch mamma mia

[rheitais]

Introduction Post!

Hello, I'm Rheita. You may know me from my other socials or not. I do use names on other platforms (Neo/Coco/Nyxie). I'm an artist but I mostly use Tumblr for writing prompts for crossovers and stuff.

My other socials:

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Master list for Prompts:

Shooting star Au: [Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2]

Fallen Moons Au: [Part 1 | Part 1.5 ]

Hellish Fire Au: [Post 1]

Universal Siblings: [Post 1]

Amity class in Gotham: [Post 1]

Church Of Nightgales: [Post 1]

Danny as Alfred:[Post 1]

Phantom Siblings: [Post 1]

Constantine as a Parent: [Post 1]

Sam is Ivy mom: [Post 1]

Ship prompts: [Spirit Halloween (Bruce x Danny) | King Con (Danny x John Constantine) ]

Fanfic I've written:

Pariah as a father: [Old Fic | 5+1 | Chat fic | NEW FIC ]

John Constantine and Danny are twins: [Fic]

Everlasting trio on the run: [Fic] UNDER CONSTRUCTION OOPS

Randoms:

Shipping war Dp x Dc: [ Poll ]

ATFG Posts: [ Jazz Design | Fenton Sibling Angst ]

[ceratosaurtalks]

Cheap custom backgrounds?

Hi! Want to give your enclosure something like this?

Well let me help you do this in a affordable way to give your animal some new enrichment and climbing opportunities!! Theres a misconception fancy backgrounds are hard to do or are expensive to do. This is... Very much not true! So lets do the one above together! Heres an overview of the supplies you'll need: -Your Enclosure of choice -Cocofiber and Sphagnum moss(OPTIONAL, can opt to paint) -Aquarium grade Silicone -Great stuff pond and Stone -Cork bark, roots, sticks, small rocks(OPTIONAL) First things first, you're going to want an enclosure.

This is a DUBIA 4ftX2ftx2ft[LengthsXwidthXHeight), Also known as a 48"L x 24"W x 24"H(Inches) or a 120 Gallon Enclosure. This is considered the researched minimum size for common exotics like Ball pythons, Corn snakes, Bearded Dragons and the like to thrive. *Disclaimer: Im aware there is several groups and movements who are pushing for a 5x3x2(ft) minimum for Bearded dragons, I ultimately agree with them and the advancement of exotic keeping, but a Bearded won't suffer in a 4x2x2. Dubia Enclosures are some of the cheapest in the market, however they're decent for the price. They are stackable which makes it great for saving space, but please note they can NOT hold a lot of weight, so be mindful of that.

I own 3 of these. Two Version 1s and on Version 2, which is the one above. The V2s are generally nicer in design in my opinion, theyre functional more importantly. Once you have your enclosure of choice, lay it on its back as shown in in the first image. Next, you're going to want to prep your dry background. I use Organic Cocofiber and Sphagnum moss. I buy these extremely cheaply from Home depot or in bulk off Amazon. Make sure your material is COMPLETELY DRY! It will NOT stick if it has any moisture. Break apart your Cocofiber block and mix it with your dried Sphagnum moss in a container and have it ready on the side. I use the bulk Coco fiber, which costs about $23 for 5 bricks on Amazon. You can get them cheaper if you dont buy bulk, I do a lot of gardening and have a lot enclosures so its easier for me! https://www.amazon.com/Organic-Coco-Coir-Bricks-Compressed/dp/B01N1YP8O6?th=1 for a 4x2x2, I only use 2 bricks. Likewise, I buy Bulk moss for the same reason: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BK7XMNWL?ref=nb_sb_ss_w_as-reorder_k0_1_10&amp=&crid=1RDHFNSAUX0DF&sprefix=spaghnum%2Bm&th=1 You will only need. ONE BRICK. For the Sphagnum moss. Maybe even less than a brick. You're going to want to wet this then dry it before use. Dont be me. Dont be fooled over how small and thin those moss bricks are. I made the mistake of trying to wet an entire brick and I had to use a deep soup pot to contain it. It *explodes*. You will be buried in moss. You will scream and cry and beg for mercy as you are overwhelmed by the amount of moss Expanding from a singular brick. I am not exaggerating, I learned my lesson, please god, do not make the same mistakes I made. I still have. So, so much moss. Sometimes I still find Moss from my Mossaggeden. NOTE: Please make sure to use organic, and do not used DYED moss! Double check your ingredients, Dyed moss can be toxic to your animals! Next,

Silicone time, baby! You're going to want to use Aquarium grade Silicone from Home depot, please double check to make sure you're getting Aquarium grade! This will cost you a whopping $3 At Homedepot. The Caulking gun was an additional $12 if you dont have one already, however, it is re-usable so its a great one time purchase because I use that bad boy for a lot of my projects lmao. Once you struggle to open your stupid bottle of Silicone without exploding it like I have on several occasions; time to be silly!

We're going to Silicone this bad boy up reaaaaal good. Dont be me, USE GLOVES! It makes your life so much better I promise. So why are we doing this exactly? Its simple, this will help your background last! It gives it texture and helps the spray foam stay in place. It also keeps your background from peeling so easily, texture matters! Your hands going to be very tired after this. Youre going to want to leave this alone for the next 24-48 hours. Minimum. You want your silicone to dry and want to make sure the smell is gone before continuing to the next step!

This is the funnest part. Spray foam time! For the 4x2x2, I use about 3 Bottles of this stuff. Make sure you're using NON-TOXIC Spray foam! Pond and Stone is my favorite to work with. When I add things into the background, I make sure to have a 4th can of this stuff on me. This will be the most pricey part about it. Lowes has it for $12-14 a can, but its $15 a can on Amazon. This is really the only big 'expense' when it comes to backgrounding. Smaller enclosures use less, but bigger enclosures will need more. !!!!!!!THE NEXT STEPS NEED TO BE DONE TOGETHER!!!!!!!! Youre going to want to be fast about it if youre using my method. Start spraying random patterns into the background. Youre going to want to make sure youre covering every inch of the enclosure, you can do zigzags, cut it into triangles, squares, it doesnt matter. Different shapes give you different background textures, so go nuts!!! Dont leave space between the foam, and go ham. Theres no wrong way to do this. Once thats done though, you're going to want to do the next step IMMEDIATELY:

Adding your background texture and features!! This step MUST be done while the spray foam is still wet. First, take any rocks, cork, sticks, ext if youre adding them and shove them into the background. Dont have money to pay for expensive Reptile decor? You can sanitize your own rocks and sticks from outside yourself for free. I will make a guide about how I do that soon ahah. Press any features you want into the spray foam background nice and firm, then use the extra to spray around the items to secure them in place. Once you got your features in, its time to take your pre-prepped background and begin pouring it in! Spread it evenly across the enclosure. Do NOT worry if you have excess, poor it in anyway. Once you've poured the background in. GENTLY pat it over the sprayfoam. Next, you'll want to leave this to dry for the next 24 hours minimum. Leave it laying on its back so nothing drips or sags where you dont want it to!!! After 24hours, lift the enclosure and gently tap the back of it to knock off your excess background to reveal your background!

Annnnnnd you're done!!! Now you're free to add your lighting, real or fake plants, heating, substrate and other decor as you please! This can add so much more enrichment to your animal and give them so much more room to utalize their space. My individual personally loves his background and utilizes it all of the time! Contrary to belief, a lot of snakes aren't 'pet rocks' if you give them stuff to explore and climb. My guys out pretty often! Of course it comes down to personality too ahah.

Heres some pics of him using his climbing features! He prefers the middle climbing feature here and the one off to the right, where he uses to bask when he doesnt want to be seen and hangs out the top of it, or his bird perch when he doesn't mind being right there out in the open. c:

[spextkrr]

listening to classical music while drinking hot coco and reviewing grammar rules for my sat tomorrow this is so dps coded

[sheepwithspecs]

Echar Agua al Mar: Chapter 1

|| DP Coco (2017) || Rated T ||

Ao3 Link

For Imelda, trying to prevent Héctor from coming back into her life is like throwing water into the sea: pointless. With her family keen to accept the strange musician, and a challenge she can hardly refuse, she soon finds herself caught up in the continuation of a romance decades in the making. [Updates every Saturday]

Author's Note:

A lot of people wanted this one back, so I took the time to sit down and rewrite it properly. I plan on writing a proper ending, but it will be finished as-is (with no added chapters). I don't plan to write anything else for the DP-Coco fandom, so please accept this reworked fic as a celebration of my short, but meaningful time here. As roughly as it ended, I still would not trade those years for the world. I met some of the best people in that fandom, many of which I am still in contact with as friends and mutuals.

I want to take the time to thank each and every reader who has reached out over the years asking about this fic (as well as other DPC fics). The fact that you remember my work fondly means more to me than words can really describe. I wanted to finish this for you, so it's my fervent hope that you enjoy it just as much, if not more, as you enjoyed the original WIP. Please don't stop reaching out, either! In this day and age, it's rare to get reviews on fics anymore. If there's something you enjoyed, no matter how small, I promise that it would make my day to hear it!

The Rivera family was in distress.

Before the last Día de Los Muertos, they had been perfectly content with their lives—if a skeletal soul could indeed be called "living". They had a certain pride in being the best shoemakers in the Land of the Dead, and in death they worked much as they had in life: hard. But now production had slacked off unexpectedly; the twins fulfilled the quota of only one man, Julio made more mistakes in one hour than he had in nearly twenty years, Rosita polished at a tortoise's speed, and even Victoria made simple errors, growing frustrated as she was forced to thread and rethread her needle.

If Mamá Imelda saw them, she might have gloated that her ban on music was well and just. It was music—or the lack of it—that kept the family working at a plodding pace. They'd had a taste of the tunes, a bite of the proverbial apple, and now they were tempted for more. They heard rhythm in the steady ringing of the twins' hammers, in the swish-swish of Victoria's needle, in the scrubbing of Rosita's polishing brush. The Rivera harmony, so easy to recognize, to hum along to… if they weren't in the habit of suppressing those same urges.

But the family matriarch was nowhere to be found downstairs, and could not scold their behavior from the living quarters on the second floor. It was early afternoon, and so Imelda was in her bedroom, hiding… though no one would have dared suggest such a thing within earshot.

"Mamá Imelda can't blame us now," Julio murmured. "Not when she herself sang at the Sunrise Spectacular. In front of everyone, too." It was a conversation they'd repeated over and over again for three months.

"It's true," Oscar added. "She sang again, and so beautifully! But if she heard us…." He was irritated, more with himself than with his older sister. He hated working as though he were a greenhorn cobbler. If he could only finish the day's quota, he could spend the rest of the afternoon tinkering on inventions with his twin. But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't stop his foot from tapping along in time with his hammer.

"Then let her hear us," Victoria huffed, squinting over the rims of her spectacles. The needle was mere inches from her eye sockets, shaking slightly as she aimed. "Maybe that will be what makes her come downstairs for a change."

"She won't." Felipe looked over his shoulder, shaking his skull at his great-niece. "Not so early in the afternoon. Not before…" he trailed off, gazing pointedly at the clock just above her elegant bun.

"And so? Why not sing?" Victoria lifted her eyes from her work, pushing the spectacles up her skull with one dainty finger. "If there's no danger of her coming down." She sighed as the twins shook their heads in unison. "Oh, if my mamá could see us now. She'd have a good laugh at us all."

"Ah, he's coming!" Rosita announced suddenly, rising from her chair at the window. She let the unfinished shoe in her hand fall to the table, the brush tossed aside as she raced for the door. Everyone paused in their work, following Felipe's eyes towards the clock.

"Right on schedule," Julio said with a smile. "By the way, what will today's excuse be? The corner store?"

"No, we used that one yesterday."

"A walk?"

"We used that one two days ago." They stared at one another with growing concern, each racking their brain for some useful idea. Finally Rosita shook her head, shrugging helplessly at Julio. He blew out a low breath, hands stuck deep into his pockets.

"You say something," Oscar muttered, elbowing his brother in the ribs.

"Why me?" Felipe gulped. "You know I can't think under pressure!"

"Neither can I!"

"I'll say something." Victoria stood as well, brushing bits of thread from her apron. The twins sighed in relief, dropping their hammers simultaneously to the workbench as everyone in the room turned towards the open door in anticipation of their daily visitor. A moment later, there was a self-conscious knock as a man stepped just past the threshold. He was dressed in ragged clothing—espantapájaros, Victoria often muttered under her breath—with his sleeve barely hanging by a thread and shoeless as the day he was born. His gold tooth glinted in the afternoon sunlight as he grinned sheepishly, his hat clutched in nervous hands.

"Hello, Héctor," the Riveras chanted in unison, the start of their new daily routine.

"Hello, everyone." The hat brim began its revolution as Héctor's anxious fingers began to twist. "I've come to… I mean: is Imelda at home today?" The twins shared a sympathetic wince. Rosita's fingers clacked against her cheekbones as she raised her hands to her face. Victoria looked around the room, adjusted her glasses, and scowled.

"This has gone on long enough!" she declared, ignoring the shocked gasps from the rest of the family. "Of course she's here! She's been here every day for as long as you've been coming."

"Ahaha… I, uh… I thought that might be the case." Héctor sighed, looking down at his bare feet. "There's only so many times someone might go to the markets, after all." He looked so pitiable, dashed hopes and guilt and shame, standing in their doorway like a beggar searching for alms. Rosita clucked and guided him to her empty chair, inviting him in properly now that Victoria had broken the routine.

Héctor had given them all of a month before showing up out of the blue, hoping to speak with his wife. Of course, they had all been under strict orders after day one to not let him inside. If he asked, they were supposed to offer some excuse as to why Imelda was not downstairs with the rest of the family. Every afternoon she avoided the workshop like the plague, waiting until he had come and gone before venturing downstairs to complete her portion of the day's work.

This left the rest of the family with no choice but to scramble and find sixty days' worth of excuses to feed him, along with their best what-can-be-done expressions. They would have much rather invited him in, treated him as one of their own, and marched him up to Imelda's room without a word of protest. But the family matriarch's orders overruled any personal attachment to Héctor. At least, it had… until today.

"So." Héctor placed his hat on the table, linking his fingers politely in his lap. "She asked you to cover for her."

"She did," Victoria answered for them, "but this is getting out of hand."

"Even though you knew we were lying, and that Imelda didn't want to see you… you still came every day?" Oscar asked curiously, running a finger over his thin mustache. Héctor managed a one-sided shrug, smiling sadly. "That's pretty stubborn of you."

"Imelda's just as stubborn as you, though," Felipe pointed out, leaning against the workbench. "She won't come downstairs. Not even if you come every day for the next century."

"Victoria?" Julio waved his hand in his daughter's face, a frown twisting his mustache. "Go upstairs and ask Mamá Imelda to come down. For your Papá Héctor's sake."

"No! No, don't bother her. If she doesn't want to see me, then…." Héctor stood quickly, scratching at his thin goatee before offering them a much happier smile. "Tell me, how much would I have to pay for a pair of genuine Rivera boots?"

"What?!" Rosita shook her head in dismay. "What on earth are you talking about? You're family, of course they'd be free—" Oscar and Felipe immediately bent, each studying one of his feet.

"Come now, I'm willing to pay something—"

"No, Héctor." Julio crossed his arms. "Rosita's right. Family doesn't pay for shoes. But, eh…." He glanced warily at Victoria. "What do you think Mamá Imelda will have to say?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. You can leave her to me-e-e—!" Héctor jerked his foot away from Oscar, the appendage flopping loosely as he hopped off-balance. "Hey, watch it! That tickles!"

"But—"

"Listen: Imelda is your mamá. Of course you will do as she says, and don't ask questions. That's the way it should be. But she's my Imelda." His eyes twinkled. "I know how to deal with her. You can leave that to me. I just thought that since I have no plans to stop visiting my family, I might as well have a proper excuse of my own." He leaned in, motioning for them to join him. They huddled around him, close enough that their heads were nearly touching.

"As far as you're concerned," he whispered, "I've given up on seeing Imelda. I've accepted that she doesn't want to see me. And if you do see us together, just… y'know." He smiled again, but this time the expression was far more playful. "She's my wife, isn't she? Act natural."

"Natural?" Oscar parroted, only to get thumped on the skull. "Oh, right! Natural!" They all chuckled, save for Victoria's modest headshake. Héctor nodded and they broke apart.

"I'm sure boots take quite a while to make, yes?" He asked in a much louder tone, directing his voice towards the stairs. "Especially custom boots for your Papá Héctor!"

"You're right!" Julio agreed just as loudly, winking at Rosita. "Custom boots take a very long time!"

"Yes! Weeks!" Rosita giggled.

"Then I'll leave you all," Héctor nearly shouted, taking his hat and waving it with a flourish, "to your work!" As he jammed the hat on his head, there was a soft sound… almost like the rustling of skirts at the head of a grand staircase.

"Come back tomorrow for a proper sizing," Victoria advised, one eye on the stairs. "That way, we won't have to second-guess ourselves once we begin."

"Understood!" He winked once more before turning, offering a little wave over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow, everyone."

"Adiós, Héctor!" The Riveras waved him out the door, looking at one another before stifling their laughter. If Héctor was volunteering to take the brunt of Imelda's anger, they were more than willing to sneak around and help them any way they could. After all, her mighty arm was often the only thing that kept them in line, and something about Héctor's goofy charm made him hard to resist. Maybe that was what she had meant, blaming him for Miguel's naughtiness on Día de Los Muertos: his mischief was catching.

"It's all right, Mamá!" Julio called at the foot of the stairs. "He's gone now." There wasn't a full thirty seconds of silence before Imelda was among them, eyeing them all suspiciously with her usual motherly intuition.

"It took longer than normal to make him leave this time…." She trailed off expectantly, waiting for someone to explain. Without batting an eye, Victoria took over.

"We ran out of excuses and had to think of something else." It was a lie by omission, but it rang enough of the truth that she felt confident staring directly into her grandmother's eyes. "He stayed because he wanted to order some boots."

"Boots?" Imelda repeated, her mouth pursing in distaste. "What sort of boots?"

"Custom boots," Rosita explained. "He's tired of walking around in his bare feet."

"And you accepted him?" For the first time, Imelda seemed unhappy about a potential sale. "Why? Now he has an excuse to come inside and—anyway, you should have turned him away," she fussed, running both hands over her immaculate hairstyle and patting it into place nervously.

"It's our fault," Oscar spoke up, hands clasped in false penitence. "Felipe and I couldn't turn him down."

"We haven't made a custom order of boots in so long. We were excited, Imelda."

"We didn't think, and he is—"

"—like a brother to us, after all."

"It's not just anyone," Rosita pointed out gently. "It's Papá Héctor. We can't refuse him."

"Papá Héctor?" Imelda groaned. "Since when is he— Never mind." She crossed her arms, staring out the open door. "I can't even blame you for it. A Rivera has never been able to turn away someone in need of shoes. Even if it's him. And it's only for a few more days."

"Maybe a week," Julio corrected her. "Or more. We have a lot of orders…."

"Ay… heaven help me."

Héctor sat at the edge of Shantytown, kicking his feet off the ledge as he thought. People passed by, shouting greetings to him from the docks, but he was far too lost in his own mind to pay much attention. As was the case lately, his thoughts were focused on one goal: Imelda.

Admittedly he was out of practice, and quite rusty when it came to the art of courtship. In the olden days, back when they were alive, it had been more a scheme of getting her to notice him at all. He had even rejected the help of his best friend, afraid that Ernesto might catch her eye before he could ever hope to. That was good: he hadn't needed him then, and certainly didn't need him now.

Most of his ideas for getting back into her good graces were the same as his former exploits: serenading by moonlight, offering her gifts, winning her over with his irresistible charm… he no longer had the dimples she so admired, by he was still quite handsome, if he said so himself.

The real question was: would she ever indulge him?

Probably not at first. He frowned, staring up at the city lights dancing above him. He'd given her a full month, slipping away after the Sunrise Spectacular and biding his time. Imelda could hold a nasty grudge—he had firsthand knowledge of that. Years of bitterness would not disappear overnight, just because they'd had one song together, one small adventure with their living progeny. Before Miguel had come, he'd given up hope of reaching her at all.

But.

That's for murdering the love of my life!

The thwap of the huarache against bone rang over and over in his head: a sound of hope. He was the love of her life! Even all these months later, he still couldn't quite believe it.

I still have a chance. I'm the love of her life.

It was that mentality that had him coming to the Rivera household day after day, standing awkwardly in the doorway and asking to see her. He could tell that the family was willing, even if the woman was not. There was pity in their expressions as they lied to his face, telling him that he'd just missed her, that she'd gone for a walk, or to get more thread, or to deliver a rush order of shoes.

Imelda was a stubborn woman, that was for sure. But he was a stubborn man. Year after year he'd gone to that dumb bridge, knowing full well that he would not be able to cross. Compared to that, romancing his own estranged wife would be a piece of cake! He planned it out in his head, days of shoemaking and nights of wooing. She'd be begging him to stay within the month. Maybe. Hopefully.

It was a foolproof plan… so long as she didn't call for Pepita.

[ghoulishautism]

Hey Phandom, thought of an interesting lore thing:

You know the Mexican holiday Dia De Los Muertos)/Day Of The Dead? It makes me wonder if their version of the afterlife exists in DP and how it would work, like is there a subsection of the Ghost Zone specifically for them?

When they return to Earth for Dia De Los Muertos festivities, is it only them, or do you think non-mexican ghosts also get a free "visit earth" pass?

(Im not Mexican nor latino myself so my only framework on how the DOTD afterlife system works is through The Book of Life and Coco)

[diegosouzalions]

Eu jurei que magenta ia se fundir com o coco e dps com a perola Diego vc aumento e abaixo minhas expectativas, Mas o capítulo ta perfeito

Magenta não está pronta para fusões

[dpxdcdisneyau]

Artists welcome for Disney Week!!

Are you an artist and interested in taking part in Disney Week?

Here's some ideas for you for how you can be able to participate!

Day 1. Resurrection/Death

A picture of Dead on Main as Rapunzel and Flynn in the scene where Flynn was stabbed by Mother Gothel and Danny is crying over him!

Coco Au where a batboy is discovering the Infinite Realms with and a DP ghost is floating with them!

Day 2. Monster/Damsel in Distress

The justice league is fighting a giant monster from the infinite realms think like the scene in Turning Red with the big angry panda destroying the concert venue.

a picture of someoneDP or DC asleep from a curse (like sleeping beauty or snow white) with others looking over them in concern?

Day 3. Ohana/Loss

This scene but with Jason and Danny talking about pit rage lol

Another idea could just be the bats in a cuddle pile or the everlasting trio just hanging out!

Day 4: Power of Love/Revenge Curse

Constantine being cursed by Pariah Dark!

Or a picture of Clark Kent fighting kryptonite poisoning

Day 5: Childhood/Adulthood

draw your favorite blorbos in your favorite scene from your favorite childhood movie or favorite movie as an adult

I hope these art prompts are helpful for anyone who's stuck with wanting to participate but not sure how to go about using the prompts for art pieces! If you have any questions submit a question or drop a comment in the replies!

If anyone has any prompts to suggest for art drop them in the replies!

[nofuckingbody]

eu preciso gravar isso em algum lugar q foi uma experiência MUITO FOFA eu quero viver de novo e

hoje eu fui caminhar e na passarela tinha uma mãe com dois menininhos de bike tipo nenhum dos dois deve ter mais que 8 anos.

e tipo assim eu passei uma vez por eles na ida mas eu tava correndo entao so desviei da bike com um “whoop haha”

mas ai na volta eu tava andando e um dos meninos tava sentado com a mãe em um banquinho esperando a agua de coco (eu acho pq tinha um carrinho na frente) e ai eu olhei para ele e sorri pq eu faço isso com todas as crianças que eu vejo e ai ele falou “nossa mãe que menina” - nessa hora eu olhei para a mãe e fiquei de olho arregalado pq eu jurei que ele ia me chamar de feia (eu tava soada e fedendo e o cabelo em um coque com todos os fios espetados - pelo menos é como eu acho que eu tava ja q eu so fui me ver no espelho 1hr dps ne) e ai ELE ME CHAMOU DE BONITA >uma criança me elogiou< nao existe coisa mais honesta NE ai naquela hora eu cobri meu rosto e ri alto porque vei as vezes vale a pena viver . se eu nao tivesse saido de casa nada disso ia acontecer e nao taria rindo as 11 da noite

eu to muito feliz juro é uma interação tao tonta mas colou alguma pecinha quebrada em mim juro

[princesaan4]

tomei um gole de água de coco, eu acho q só um gole nn faz mal ne, ultimamente eu tô arrumando meu quarto todo dia, parece q tudo fica melhor assim, tava aq tomando água e pensando q hj fiquei com um grt dnv (vcs devem pensar q eu sou rodada mds) e eu acho q tava com bafo de cetose mas chupei uma halls dps da vitamina ent sla, tô no 2l do dia mores

[claudiosuenaga]

Caso Ceres ou Quebra Coco: 5 dias ANTES de Villas Boas, OVNI com 7 aliens paralisa caminhão em Goiás

Na noite de 10 de outubro de 1957, apenas 5 dias antes do clássico caso de Antonio Villas Boas, o engenheiro espanhol Miguel Navarrete Fernandez e seu chofer, seguiam de caminhão nas proximidades da região de Quebra Coco, na cidade de Ceres, em Goiás, quando foram interceptados por um gigantesco disco voador de onde desembarcaram sete tripulantes franzinos e de cabelos compridos. O caso mobilizou autoridades públicas de alto escalão e foi fartamente divulgado pela imprensa na época, com destaque para o jornal O Diário da Noite e a revista O Cruzeiro, ambos do grupo Diário Associados, mas acabou esquecido.

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04.01.2024 ~ s2

Dua chuvoso, amdrugadura de paz, gatinho na cama me esquentado, noite fria. 🌙 

Ar, do amor aconchegantes, gatinho nao para de geme, frio, vou comprir ele.

Em clima de espequitativas e boas Vibrações.

Se o senhor não for comigo, e vão eu trabalhei a toa. Deus Proverá! ♡

Pensando...nada aconteceu como me aconteceu dissendo, paro pra pensar, por que o Mateus wsta em terceira posição.?) Penso coração vermelha de Goiabada Humana ♡

( entre parendesse ...tatiane é muito sua amiga, vocé é das puras das purezas, ele Goxt@, de você mt♡ MISTERIOSA, w = ₩, coração vermelho para o love dele, hm, axho que nao tem nada comigo, ou nada a haver comigo, EU SOU O CORAÇÃO ❤,  será que a minha mãe compra goiabda pra mim (eu amo goiabada na bolacha-diet) Vocé(EU) SOU MUITO PROTETORA, MÃE CANGURUS (CHORA) eunsou minha super amiga, sou o raio de sol, a luz que ilumia a mesma na escuridao, sou o comporto dos humildes, sou a inspiração aos iniciantes inteligentes sou a esperança, dos futuros novos iniciantes, sou calor , sou fogo fogo nlenha, sou renuncia, sou mãe dos orfãos e das viuvas, sou verão, outono-inverno primaversa, sou Vaneza , sou luz na escuridão,  sou claro de sol, sou eu quando quero ser sou voce quando querem me fazwr mentir, sou sucesso em todos os dias, o sucesso pra mim nunca acaba ou yem tempo de espero ou de fim, eu sou o tempo, meu tempo é cura, meu tempo é leveza, meu tempo é ruidos, meu twmpo é  ceu e mar, eu amo, eu sou dessas, que entra na sua vida para fazer e trazer alegria, para espantar a dor do outro, para eapantar os ataques do mundo, para esquentar seu coração, para ter amor acesso e um lar,... 

A coisas que o mundo é ⁸8, eu sou 8 e 80, fez comigo, não devo e não te tarei mal agum, não farei de voce ser a melhor pessoa, ou nao farei de voce um mentiroso, mas farei voxe sentir na pele que a cor do outro nao me intervere em nada, mas se isso te afeta me afatarei de vocdee xontinuarei seguir meus caminhos,...ý

Por que eu sou das purezas, saudades

Quando a luz dos olhos meus, eu sou a luz, luz da nascente, luz, luz, luz, q u i e t i nh a , meu bem mais Preciso.55 Eu soou Quando a hora do relogio pate cinquenta e cinco xixi Ahahahahahaha 

Fizeram e retornaram as suas Origens, quem o mal me quer o bem, não sei. Por que, nao oferexo o mal a ninguem, mas o retorno virá a sua espera (ESPERTAAAA) ✋ 

BATE AQUI 

O NAUFRAGIO da vida é levar coisas boas daqui, nao quero que isso se torne mal, mas, meu barco eu levo sozinho.

EU AMO MEU SAMSUNG10S DO JEITO MESMO 

DO FUNDO DO MEU CORAÇÃO ❤ 

CARREGAR 62 linhas :) ja volto :)

Limpei o coco. 2xvez 

Joguei perfumes no ar. De luz acessa.

Apaguei, Peguei um chá, corte.

Limpei o coco.

Esquentei a agua, peguei a xicara azul, 

Desligueibo fogo, joguei agua quente no chão, com Vej4, 

Coloquei na xicara

Limpei com pano, devolvi no banheiro.

Lavei as maos.

Coloquei os  has no saquinho, devolvi no saquinho.

Peguei bola ha Doc4, e comi com cha na pia. 

J ÷ S = S

Voltei pra cama, coloquei os telefones pra 🔋 .

Moscando lalala

Levantei, peguei meu Samsung 52% 🔋 

0nt4em, quando sai da mesa, deixei na mesa copo, uma colher branca cabo, pote branco.

Amanheceu estavam la na mesa (:?)

Fui ate a cozinha, peguei a frigideira esquentei dois ovos, coloquei no pote branco, abri a geladeira coloquei pipino nos ovos, e suco no copo. Comi, assistindo reel do thalles roberto.

(As minhas coisas estavam la . .. o pote, o copo, a colher )

Minha mãe  chegou, pai abriu a porta.

Pai foi ate a cozinha, abriu a janela ate o final.

Mãe, abriu abertoa o guarda chuva, pendurou ao teto.

Permaneci na cozinha sentada, os dois sairam. (Mãe saiu primeiro, dps Pai):

Mãe  volta, vai ate o banheiro da desgarga, comeca jogar agua no banheiro ... limpo_banheiro

Eu, assintindo o reels do eu vou morar sozinho_ Michel millins (vezes...varias vezes)

Mae, fechou a porta do banheiro, esperei e levantei fui ate a pia e lavei a lousa (eram uma frigideira, 3 colheres, um pote branco, um copo Rock)

Lavei e deixei escorrendo no escorredor rox.

Sai da cozinha...

Fui ate o quarto, enquanto isso ...

Quando mae sai do banheiro não para de tucir ( toses grosso, leve e espiros )

Coloca o café para esquentar, (nao deixa de falar xom sua mãe lagrimas rolando) senta assistindo tv Youtu.be muito alto volume.. 

El Sharapova AnAnAn

Eu 07h02 no quarto.

Boca é o Olho. V (olhos da face . Boca da face)

Volume é verde.

25 comentsrios = 52 

:? = vc e a tati

.. = pressão

Youtu.be=afip

() = Terra 

agua do banheiro da aafio

Nayara meu 👼