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But most of all I sincerely wish I hadn't deleted my old tumblr.
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Introduction
Full name: Axel Marc Anthonyson
Nicknames: Axie -Anthony -Tony - Sonny - Single Father- Greñas
Sexuality: ⚣ Gay
Ethnicity: American 🇺🇸
Place of birth: Columbus, Ohio, United States
☆彡彡-Physical Appearance- ミミ☆
Age: 17
Eye color: Hazelnut
Hair color: Dark brown
Hair style: Curly. Mullet, cut on the sides of the head.
Height: 1'85cm
Voice: Warm. Don't worry. Intimidating when angry or upset
☆彡彡-Favorites-ミミ☆
Color: Green, Black, White and Brown
Animal: Cats, dogs, parakeets, ferrets and lizards
Other: Spend time with his friends. Watch movies. Go anywhere on a skateboard.
Hobbies: Draw. Go do Graffiti. Read. Write. Listen to music. Go for a walk with her pets. To be with her friends. Art. Photography. Basketball. Guitar
☆彡彡-Family-ミミ☆
Mother: ✝︎ Laila Steward
Born 07/18. She die at the age of 48.
Father: Jake anthonyson
Born 01/23
☆彡彡-Relations-ミミ☆
Best Friends: Arthur D'Oyly and Isabella Ruiz
Crush: ????
Couple: ????
☆彡彡-Traits-☆彡彡
Introvert. From time to time arrogant. Faithful. Genuine. Somewhat demanding with his work. Considered. He is usually spiteful when someone deceives him or is disloyal. Honest. Comprehensive. Protective. Tolerant. calm and patient
CHARACTERS!
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──── ❝Axel Anthonyson❞ ───
"The art boy"
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❝1.85m❞
⚣ gay
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[Neta, are you telling me that those five sticks are a person? We have quite a lot of work to do if you want to pass...]
─── ❝Rodrick Heffley❞ ───
"The boy in the band"
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❝1,70m❞
⚥Bisexual
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[Let's see, sir "I know how to draw and you don't" How the hell do you want me to draw it? Look at him, my brother is literally a stick. ]
──── ❝ Isabella Ruíz❞ ───
"The Bestie Goss"
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❝1,60m❞
⚢Lesbian
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[Just look in the mirror Ax; you're the graphic representation of "lovesick fool" And no, I don't make that face with Allison.]
──── ❝Arthur D'Oyly❞ ───
"The DJ Friend"
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❝1.78m❞
⚥Pansexual
⚲ Gender Fluid
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[Brother, what do you want me to tell you...if you don't keep it, someone else will take it, or worse, another. Now help me make Maxie jealous at the party. ]
───❝Allison Williams❞───
"The bad girl"
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❝1'67❞
Bi-curious(?
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[Hum... Maybe she fell to the ground and searched badly. But, one thing... What was that "she's eating Allison" scandal, huh? Do you like the idea? that's why you're so red right?]
────❝Lucian Smith❞───
"The German Boy"
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❝1'80❞
⚥Pansexual⚥
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[What do you want me to tell him? Hey, hello... I'm Lucian, I've wanted to talk to you since the beginning of the course... But I didn't dare until now, you seem very cute... He's behind me, right?]
────❝Maxie Miller❞───
"The boy from the skating rink"
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❝1'76❞
⚥ Bisexual
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[Hello, some skates for two hours please... You're Arthur, from my class, right?]
──── ❝Jake Anthonyson❞ ───
"The father"
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❝1.80❞
⚤ Straight
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[I know that since mom is not here I have focused only on the company... But honestly I am very proud of you.]
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✰ Glance is a fanfic inspired by the Disney movies "The Diary of a Wimpy Kid" which in turn is based on the book series by author Jeff Kinney. But the story of Axel, his friends and Rodrick is completely mine.
✰ Character information taken from Wikipedia, Fandom and Amino. The height is an approximation.
✰ The photos are not mine, only the edited ones. Credits to their respective owners.
✰ Possible containing +18 (it will be notified before its appearance) and profanity.
✰ Efforts will be made to follow the thread of the series
✰ Story with Homosexual content. gay. yaoi. If you don't like it, I kindly ask you to withdraw without making bad comments
✰ There will be some other misspelling that will be corrected later. I make mistakes, I'm not a machine. Of course, he accepted constructive criticism and so on, but said with respect, not with mockery or etc.
✰ If you have any ideas or suggestions, you are free (obviously if you wish) to tell me privately or in the comments. Even if it's something minimal, you can tell me, it won't bother me, rather, you'll make my day
✰ I will try to narrate and make it understandable as well as possible.
✰ From time to time, it is inevitable for me to have some writer's block. I hope you understand me
✰ My native language is not English. I am very sorry if there are mistranslated or misspelled words.
✰ The story will start with some events from the first book/movie and then something from before the second book/movie "Rodrick's Law" although most things will come from my imagination, there will be references and situations based on the books/movie.
(Boys love)
The story is about a homosexual couple of men. If you don't like this containing, I ask you to refrain from making any bad comments and retire.
(Girls Love)
The story will also deal in part with a homosexual couple of women. If you do not like this content, please refrain from making any bad comments and retire.
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Kenneth Williams and Ingrid Bergman at a press reception in London on the occasion of their upcoming stage play of George Bernard Shaw's "Captain Brassbound's Conversion" on 5 January 1971
24 February 1971
Ingrid is still doing some lines well and some lines badly ... it is because the lack of stage technique makes her her unable to sustain moments or comedy effects ... Nevertheless, I adore this woman and will forgive everything from someone who has her sweetness, radiance and generosity of spirit and who packs the theatre as she does. It is really marvellous to play to such houses.
11 June 1971
[...] I should think Bergman is the best person I've ever met who is an international star. I said to her in the wings 'You are being splendid tonight' & she said 'Yes, I'm in good voice too.' I said 'Yes, but the entrance was superb! So grand, so composed ... utterly serene' and she replied 'Well you know about actors - you can't just switch it on - some nights it all just goes right ...' It is true.
30 August 1982
[...] Went in to see her (Louisa, KW's mother) for meal at 5.30 and she told me 'Poor Ingrid Bergman is dead' and there was an item about her on the TV news, and a shot of her talking about Casablanca. She looked very altered from the '71 days when I worked with her. She died of cancer. [...]
1 September 1982
We saw the television tribute to Ingrid Bergman. It was staggering to see clips of her early films when she looked so radiantly beautiful, and then the later shots of her (during the illness) when the face aged so rapidly. The interviewer asked her 'Were you frightened when you found out you'd got cancer?' and for a tiny moment Ingrid's patience broke. 'Of course ... wouldn't you be frightened if you found that out about yourself?' Then the smile was resumed. I remember that dinner with her at the Garden in '71. I wrote in that diary how I'd said at the end of the evening 'You're the best person I've ever worked with' & she replied 'Oh my dear! There will be lots of others ...' There were not.
The Kenneth Williams Diaries
In memoriam INGRID BERGMAN ✨️
* 29 August 1915
✝︎ 29 August 1982
"You don't realise how much warmth, delight and love you bring into a room with you ..."
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TWO WAVES WORTH OF FESTERING, STINKING EARLY BLACK METAL.
PIC INFO: L to R -- Spotlight on MAYHEM's Euronymous✝, Tom Angelripper of SODOM, and Necrobutcher, photographed in West Germany, summer 1986. "Best photo I ever took," by Jon Kristiansen, from his 748-page book "METALION: The Slayer Mag Diaries."
Source: www.picuki.com/media/3282952635864484717.
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shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3
hello friend! I'm commuting to work so here's what I'm listening to rn
from my current daylist (distortion melodic Sunday morning)
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ABOUT SAGE
FULL NAME: LUCIUS APOLLONIUS (human birth name), APOLLYON/ABADDON (angel name), SAGE MORNING STAR DE VALOMBRE
NICKNAMES: THE FIRST NEPHILIM, THE ORIGINAL ABOMINATION, THE OG ANTICHRIST, THE REBEL'S REBEL SON, PRINCELING (by his father Lucifer/Satan), KING OF DARKNESS, KING OF THE FORSAKEN
PRONOUNS: HE/HIM THEY/THEM
SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL, POLYAMOROUS
AGE: 1984 YO (DOB: Kalends (1st day) of Aprilis, 39 AD)
EYE COLOR: HAZEL / CELESTIAL GOLD / RED
HAIR COLOR: RED OR BRONZE
SPECIES: READ LORE HERE
FAMILY
(biological father) LUCIFER
(step-mother) LILITH
(biological mother) MILONIA CAESONIA (Emperor Caligula's wife) ✝
(parental figure) ARIEL, the angel who lost their grace saving him from being murdered by other angels when he was an infant
(protégée / child) LUX
PLACE OF RESIDENCE: HELL // DARK DIMENSION
OCCUPATION: PRINCE OF HELL, KING OF THE DARK DIMENSION
LANGUAGES: DEFAULT TO ENGLISH & FRENCH. KNOWS ALL TONGUES OF EARTH + CELESTIAL, DEMONIC
// Sage is inspired by a character from LJ Smith’s THE VAMPIRE DIARIES books. He bears the same name but his background diverge from the canon. Since there’s barely any info to go by when it comes to him, i decided to build from scratch. The only thing that doesn’t change is that Sage is still very much the Devil/Lucifer’s son.//
tw: story contains topics such as abuse, murder, loss and fatherhood
BIOGRAPHY
It had been foretold that a child born under the Morning Star would be the greatest weapon against the HOST OF HEAVEN. Born to LUCIFER, possessing Emperor Caligula, and MILONIA CAESONIA the emperor's wife, APOLLYON was the perfect candidate.
He has been raised in Hell by Lucifer and Lilith but mostly by his nursemaid ARIEL who saved him from being executed by a division of angels who wished to stop ARMAGEDDON. He doesn’t consider Lucifer a father, even though he admits the archangel has done damage only a father can do. In his mind, Ariel will always be his only parent. And he hates Lilith and Lilith hates him and only cares for her demon children.
One day, he ventured to the upper world. He wanted to understand the roots of his father’s hatred towards humankind. He had expected to feel disdain as well but he found something else instead. LOVE. He found himself falling for these fragile creatures of the Lord, for their creativity, their arts. Everything about them captivated him. He appreciated their plays and tragedies. He was especially fond of how far these beings were willing to go in the name of this Love. Eventually, he fell madly in love with MIRABELLE, a French witch he met in Italy during the later stages of the Renaissance (1599). This love compromised his loyalty towards his father when the witch was sent to hell to be tortured for her greed. Apollyon begged his father to let her be but the latter’s disdain for humankind was too strong.
His beloved ultimately died in Hell (in 1609) giving birth to a NEPHILIM (the second one in history. the first being Apollyon himself). Lucifer decided to test Apollyon’s loyalty by asking him to kill his own child. That day, Apollyon did kill a child. Only it wasn’t his own. Despite being demoted as general (because he fell for a human), Apollyon remained in Hell as he deemed himself unworthy of a new life, of any kind of redemption, especially after murdering an innocent child to secretly protect his own (which he hid on EARTH among the humans).
Centuries later, he is summoned on EARTH by a pregnant witch who calls him Sage. He's startled by it. This is a name he hasn't given anyone in centuries. Only his beloved knew of that name. She begs him to protect the baby, saying that they will come for it. He asks her where the father of the child is. She says there is none, that she's a virgin. He stills. This can't be good. He shakes his head and decides he wants no part of it. That the only way the mother and her future baby will be safe is if he stays out of it. After all, his faltering loyalty goes to his father. And if LUCIFER finds out a child such as this one has been born… This will not end well. But before he can leave, ANGELS attack the house. He strikes them with his sword and kills them. During the attack, the woman’s water broke. He helps her deliver the baby. After several hours, he finally holds this new life in his arms. He looks up at the mother to ask her what she would name the child. The words die on his lips. It’s too late. Death has already claimed her. And so, he names the child himself. LUX. They were the spark that had lit up his spirit once more. Perhaps there was hope for him after all. From now on, he would do better. For all the lives he hadn’t saved, he would save thousands. He owed it to MIRABELLE, to their child he didn’t get to raise, to this fallen woman who sought him out so he could protect her child, to THIS LITTLE BEACON OF HOPE. He burned the house down to cover up what happened and left with the child in the night. He dropped the baby on holy ground, in a basket, on the steps of a church. The baby will be (re)named Mikayla by the mortals.
He returned to Hell where he waged a war against Lucifer. He was a born leader with a disdain for bloodshed. If he could talk his way out of a fight, you bet he would do it. No need to waste blood like that and bring in people who hadn’t wronged him. Qualities his father didn’t appreciate, of course, being the Devil and all.
He failed to overthrow Lucifer. He couldn't bring himself to kill him (because Lucifer had linked his life to NYX, his new love which he’d met in the Circle of Greed, and he couldn’t possibly kill her) and also if Lucifer dies, someone else has to take his place on the throne.
He retreated and forged his own realm for anyone supernatural who desires a second chance at life, a redemption neither Hell or Heaven would ever offer.
He changed his name for Sage, which is how he introduced himself as to his first love centuries ago, and became the first elected king of the realm that his people would come to call the DARK DIMENSION. Unbeknownst to all, the dimension used to be his and his first love’s safe haven way back when. He created it for her, for them to see each other in secret. It used to be so full of light and bright colors. After her death, this world turned to shadows echoing his very sorrow. The moon bled and the once emerald sky turned to ash. Now, there’s no sun nor blue sky in the dimension, only a blood-red moon and the sky is a sea of wine-colored clouds. The dimension is modeled after the Renaissance Era as a testimony to his fallen love from that time period.
MORE ABOUT HIM
Sage would never willingly bestow the gift of immortality on anyone. He doesn’t see it as a gift. It is a burden. A burden which he refuses to share. And he despises himself for what he did to NYX. It was an accident —he’d only meant to heal her — but he still feels awful from involuntary stripping her of a part of herself. Whilst most of the time he seems to revel in the joy of immortality, it does take its toll on him from time to time, especially when it comes to loss, and he doesn’t wish this kind of anguish on anyone else.
His emotional intelligence comes from the fact he’s fascinated by humans and spends a lot of time among them, even falling for them. He’s also drawn to artists, poets, architects and anyone who creates beauty in the upper world as well as beings who are one of a kind.
He takes lovers from all supernatural species and humans, without discrimination. But, most of the time, none of them gets to know who and what he is. The fact he’s the Devil’s son isn’t a known fact either. Only a few of his trusted friends know.
He worships his lovers and his child is the most precious thing in the world and must be protected at all costs. He cares so deeply about his loved ones. And that makes him do things like propose to someone he just rescued from Hell and has only known for three months, build his lovers palaces, buy them billboards, steal his child’s favorite album and listen to it on repeat for weeks on end just so he can feel close to them. And so, it is safe to assume that gift giving is his main love language.
RELATIONSHIPS
NYX / FRIEND, LOVER, PARTNER : Sage and Nyx have a complex yet intimate relationship. They met each other in times of need and both sought comfort in one another’s embrace, but weren’t quite ready to dive deeper into this connection they felt for they still hadn’t processed their respective love’s death. They have an understanding of one another’s past wounds. They were both villainized from a very young age, they both knew abuse and they also lost their first loves in terrible ways and blamed themselves for it. Their relationship has been challenging and healing. ❛ Nyx and i we’ve faced Hell together, literally. We’ve seen each other at our best but also at our worst. We built this place together and so it only seemed fitting that she should rule it by my side. That wasn’t the path she wished for, though. ❜ SAGE TALKING ABOUT HIS PRESENT DAY RELATIONSHIP WITH NYX [MAIN VERSE]
STEFAN / FRIEND, CRUSH : wip
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she is running out of ideas just like she is running out of time to keep herself alive . the only way for her to keep living at all was to complete the transition , something that had been nothing but a struggle for the beast within . every bit of blood she tried to swallow came right back up , completely rejected from her system . she didn’t want to risk hurting anyone by feeding on them , and damon and stefan would be no help as supervisors even if she did . she gave the bunny diet one more shot on her own , late in the evening in the middle of the woods . it was where she was now , weak and on her knees , blood staining her lips and chin from once again being unable to keep down her prey .
she pulls out her phone , scrolling through the contact list , wondering if there was anyone left who could find a solution aside from how badly they wanted the old elena back . her thumb pauses on someone who could easily reject her , but if anyone had ideas and experience , he seemed like her best bet , especially considering he owed her one . and yet , she hesitates to hit the call button because he is one of the few people who she feels truly intimidated by , and also because he’s her last hope .
mustering up the courage , she presses the button and brings the phone to her ear , letting it ring until it goes to voicemail , hesitating a moment after the beep before speaking . ❛ elijah , it’s me , elena . i need your help . there was an accident and i . . . ❜ it’s hard for her to say the words because she doesn’t know how to accept what she’s become . ❛ i can’t keep any blood down to complete the transition . . . ❜ her voice is shaky , and it’s clear that she’s beginning to cry . ❛ please . . . i don’t want to die . . . ❜ the last words are soft and she hangs up , clutching her phone and just hoping he calls back . she needs him . / @sonofmikael
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20 ☩ C ☩ M ☩ B ☩ 19!, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt
"Either on Twelfth Night (January 5), the twelfth day of Christmastide and eve of the feast of the Epiphany, or on Epiphany Day (January 6) itself, many Christians (including Anglicans, Lutherans, Methodists, Presbyterians and Roman Catholics, among others) chalk their doors with a pattern such as this, "20 † C † M † B † 19", with the numbers referring "to the calendar year (20 and 19, for instance, for this upcoming year, 2019); the crosses stand for Christ; and the letters have a two-fold significance: C, M and B are the initials for the traditional names of the Magi (Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar), but they are also an abbreviation of the Latin blessing Christus mansionem benedicat, which means, May Christ bless this house."
In some localities, but not in all, the chalk used to write the Epiphanytide pattern is blessed by a Christian priest or minister on Epiphany Day; Christians then take the chalk home and use it to write the pattern. This Christian custom of chalking the door has a biblical precedent as the Israelites in the Old Testament marked their doors in order to be saved from death; likewise, the Epiphanytide practice serves to protect Christian homes from evil spirits until the next Epiphany Day, at which time the custom is repeated. Families also perform this act because it represents the hospitality of the Holy Family to the Magi (and all Gentiles); it thus serves as a house blessing to invite the presence of God in one's home." -- Wikipedia, "Chalking the Door"
My husband's first Epiphanytide chalking. (Christus mansionem benedicat!)
See: #christmastide, #diary, #epiphany, #twelfth night
See also: 20✝C✝M✝B✝19!, Epiphany (2015), Matthew 2:7-10, Matthew 2:10-11, Three Kings
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6 & 12 for jude ♡
A PEAK AT WHAT’S INSIDE THEIR . . .
6 = bedside table drawer.
12 = frequently used emojis.
regarding her bedside drawer, it's actually quite cluttered. kind of a bigger drawer. despite what you may think she spends a lot of time in her room, especially as a teenager. though what is in it doesn't change much verse to verse.
1. her diary, a small notebook with a strap keeping it closed.
2. at least 2 pairs of headphones.
3. her most prized rosary, which was her grandmothers.
4. crucifix necklace, given to her on her sixteenth birthday.
5. her ipod classic.
6. an iron maiden cd.
7. pencils & pens
8. a picture of her & her parents, when she was a baby.
9. notepad
10. chocolate truffles she stashes inside.
11. box of drink powder, & her airpods case.
she's not the most frequent user of emojis, but when she does she likes the typical ones you may expect.
😃 😅 😂 😉 😌 😝
😏 🙄 🤔 🤫 😈 🙀
👏 👌 🤟 🤙 🖕 👄
👀 💕 🐰 🥁 📚 ✝
✅ 🎵 🔈 ⛪ 🍓 💜
send a number 1 - 30 to take a closer look inside this characters life. / / @virtuante
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•●🍯THE HONEYCOMB🍯●•
✝oday's honey🌱
November 18, 2021
*Love's Dimensions*
🌱📈📈📈📈📈📈📈📈🌳
Madalyn Murray O’Hair disappeared in 1995. When her diaries were found she often cried, “Somebody, somewhere please love me.”
Somebody, somewhere.
There are several Madalyn's all over the world; longing and reaching for love. That's why dating sites and business that make merchandise of love rake in several million dollars.
God doesn't peddle love. He is the very definition of love. He is all love is. Throughout the scriptures, the theme of a dwelling place for the Lord is prevalent.
Beginning with the Tabernacle all through to the new Jerusalem. Here's a fascinating truth: the most holy place of the Tabernacle is a perfect cube just like the New Jerusalem.
Love also has length, breadth, height and depth, making it a cube! God's love is perfect and guess what? It is shed abroad in our hearts.
God's love is not static. It's not one dimensional or even three dimensional. God's love transcends all; it is four dimensional.
It reaches out to someone somewhere crying out for somebody somewhere. The more we know this love, the more we can share it.
_Are you reaching out to the Madalyn's?_
Further studies: Romans 5:6-8, 8:38-39; Jeremiah 31:3; Psalm 36:5; 1 Corinthians 13.
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THE HONEYCOMB©
Bless a life by sharing
https://web.facebook.com/honeycombdailydevotional/
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🌹 to give my muse flowers and 🐻 / @bunnyblooded
she opens the door with the biggest grin when she sees stefan carrying the bouquet and teddy bear . so cliche , but also melted her heart . she takes the flowers from him so that she can lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips despite the large teddy bear . ❛ happy valentine’s day . ❜ she giggles , moving to the kitchen to put the flowers into a vase before going back to him . ❛ i got you something too , but it’s for later . ❜ she mentioned , winking .
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❛ i’m not going anywhere . ❜ / @salvatoraes
tired doe eyes gaze upward , meeting stefan’s , offering a small smile as she pulls him in closer . she wants nothing more than to curl up in bed and rest with him . ❛ let’s have a night in . maybe cook something , run a bath , cuddle in bed together after ? what do you think ? ❜
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