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wxntxriscoming · 2 years
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❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
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Aquilo era um convite para um encontro certo? O seu coração acelerando no peito e as palmas das mĂŁos suando a diziam que sim. Barbie sorriu ao ponto de suas bochechas doerem, ela sabia que suas suspeitas estavam absolutamente corretas. O jeito que ele elogiava ela sempre que a via, mesmo quando ela estava apenas com suas roupas de ginastica para fazer os treinos forçados, ou a forma que ele ignorava todas as garotas ao redor dele, eram sim todos sinais de que ele estava tĂŁo interessado nela quanto ela imaginara. Se contendo para nĂŁo dar pulinhos na frente do rapaz Barbie apenas concordou com a cabeça, mordendo o lĂĄbio para conter o grito de alegria que daria assim que a porta do chalĂ© se fechasse atrĂĄs de si. “Eu adoraria, Cezar!”
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honeysparklesmash · 1 year
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"You are so silly, mon cher ~"
I don't regret anything. They are beautiful. đŸ˜€đŸŒč
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yourdarlingness · 3 months
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 ◞◟ navia names · pronouns · titles !
  · requested by anon
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 ◞◟ NAMES ✩
 : aurita . auresse . auressa . honeyrose . nova . nove . rosedew . rosita . sunrose . surose . surosse . solaira . solace . solarisse . solstice . sunnybelle . sundrop . sunsetta . sunsette  : aura . aurora . canary . cordelia . elio . elizabeth . nicholas . nikki . nora . ray . rosabelle . rosemary . sol . soleil . sunny . suzy . sucy . suzette . tobias . toby
 ◞◟ PRONOUNS ✩
 : ro / rose . pet / petal . su / sun . par / parasol . sie / sier . che / cher / cherish . re / ray . shi / shine . ☀ . đŸŒ» . 🔆 . đŸŒč . 💐 . ☂ . ☀đŸŒč . ☀☂
 ◞◟ TITLES ✩
 : helm of the radiant rose . everyone's big sister . the (lady / [x]) of (the shining sun / yellow roses) . the soaring yellow rose . the radiating beauty . the dazzling lady in yellow . the president of Spina di Rosula . the smile of the sun . prn utmost radiance . prn who shines like the sun . prn who pushes for a brighter future . prn strong-willed heart . prn who sees in all angles . prn who blooms like roses . prn rose-like umbrella
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[x] can be replaced with any nouns or terms you prefer
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pawsedits · 7 months
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Names &ïœĄ Pronouns      relating to love as an aesthetic under the cut !!
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Images: A banner that reads " love themed id help ", a transparent image, an icon of Draculaura with a lace border and a heart overlayed in the bottom right, another transparent image.
♱   Names   âžș  Adelaide, Admirer, Adora, Amadeus, Amoure, Amorette, Arrow, Beau, Bliss, Cherry, Cordelia, Delphine, Desiree, Esme, Hart, Honey(bee), Lovebird, Milo(s), Paramour, Pippa, Rhys, Roma, Romeo, Rosalyn
♱   Pronouns   âžș  eu euphor euphoria euphoriaself ◞  ado adore adoreself ◞  de dear dearself ◞  lo love loveself ◞  fri frill frillself ◞  lae lace laceself ◞  he heart heartself ◞  bli bliss blisself ◞  che cher cherish cherishself ◞  kie kiss kisself ◞  desi desire desireself ◞  love bug lovebugself ◞  ero eroself ◞  doe doeself ◞  hon honey honeyself ◞  val valentine valenself ◞  chu chuself ◞  plu plush plushself ◞  sweet sweetself ◞  de devote devoteself ◞  charm charmself ◞  vi vir virtue virtueself ◞  lav lavender lavenderself / lavself ◞  myst mystic mysticself ◞  re red redself ◞  doe dove doveself ◞  ri ribbon ribbonself
♱   Emojis   âžș  💒 ◞  đŸ«€ ◞  💌 ◞  🍯 ◞  🍰 ◞  đŸ« ◞  đŸŒč ◞  💋 ◞ 💍 🩱 ◞  💐 ◞  🍓 ◞  đŸ© ◞  🎀
*This was worked on over the past couple of days so please forgive any repeats ( /ʌ \" )
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coolvieilledentelle · 8 months
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J'espĂšre que cette soirĂ©e sera chaleureuse et pleine d'amour pour vous chers amisÂ đŸ„‚đŸŒčđŸŽ¶đŸ’žđŸ˜˜
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franciskirkland · 2 months
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do the boys have crushes? How do you deal with it? Do they talk to you about it?
Bonjour, mon cher ami! 😊
At 18, the twins are moreso young men. They have wonderful boyfriends, and it appears they're quite serious about each other! 😍
Et oui, they tell me everything. Of course, it's not always necessary to put such labels on partnerships, but it seems they've both taken on the same role in their relationships as I have in my marriage - if you hear what I am saying. So they're more likely to come to me for relationship advice than their father. I make sure they know that I am always happy to talk. Honesty and openness is the best policy!
I adore my son-in-laws. Well, hopefully they will be someday!
Carlos is so charming, friendly, intelligent, and also passionate about what's important to him. He takes himself and others seriously, which is admirable. An outspoken man like that is perfect to take care of my sweet, quiet Matthew. There's no doubt in my mind that they'll settle down soon, and I know Carlos would ask Arthur's permission before popping the question.
I will admit that Alfred's boyfriend, Ivan, seems a bit strange at first glance. He doesn't talk much, and when he does, what he has to say is profound and sometimes off-putting. Plus he's rather possessive of Alfred, though it's not in a negative way - just protective. Once you get to know him, he's such a nice boy, with a unique perspective on life that makes him wise beyond his years. There's no question how much he cares for my son, he'd go to the ends of the earth for his Fredya.
Mon Dieu, my babies are so grown up! I couldn't be happier for them!
Avec toute mon amitié,
- François 😘đŸŒč💖
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fidjiefidjie · 1 year
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Hommage Ă  l'actrice Raquel Welch, Ăźcone sex-symbol hollywoodienne đŸŒčâ€ïžđŸŽˆR.I.P 🙏🕊
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Photo: Divulgation/ 20 Century Fox
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Raquel Welch & Cher đŸŽ¶ I'm A Woman ( The Cher Show 1975)
Bonne soirée
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starriesse · 8 days
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♡ ⁔⁔ LOVE NPTs ... !!
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💕 — NAMES!
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— Adora ; Loviette ; Cordelia ; Esme ; Luvie ; Lovie ; Adoresse ; Lovyu ; Cupid ; Philou ; Amory ; Lovella ; Agape ; Eros ; Adonis ; AimĂ©e ; Cherysh ; Adolove ; Luvette ; Lovette ; Amoiser ; Baisette ; Devotielle
đŸŒč — PRONOUNS!
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— Lo/Love ; Cru/Crush ; Ki/Kiss ; Ado/Adore ; Blu/Blush ; Yearn/Yearns ; Ro/Rose ; De/Dear ; Cu/Cute ; Che/Cher ; Pi/Pink ; Re/Red ; Hear/Heart ; Admi/Admire ; De/Devote
💖 — TITLES!
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— They Who Love ; The Lover ; The Adoring One ; The Devoted One ; They Who Admire ; The Infatuated One ; They Who Yearn ; The Sweetheart
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submissivegayfrenchboy · 1 month
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14 / 02 / 2024
đŸ‡šđŸ‡” FRANÇAIS / FRENCH đŸ‡šđŸ‡”
Chers lecteurs ! Joyeuse Saint-Valentin đŸŒč💞
Vous ne le savez peut-ĂȘtre pas mais je n'ai jamais cĂ©lĂ©brĂ© cette journĂ©e en couple, alors j'ai imaginĂ© une histoire sur ce que j'aurais aimĂ© vivre, comme je l'ai fait les annĂ©es prĂ©cĂ©dentes.
Aujourd'hui je publie une histoire inspirée par "l'art" (illustrations créées par Intelligence Artificielle) de @dragonslayher sur Deviantart. Il a représenté le chanteur / acteur Ross Lynch (ùgé actuellement de 28 ans) et l'acteur Tom Holland (ùgé de 27 ans) étant en couple au lycée. Si cette histoire vous plaßt je publierais certainement ce qui s'est passé avant (Chapitre 1) et aprÚs (Chapitre 3) cette histoire (Chapitre 2).
Dans cette histoire, c'est un univers parallĂšle oĂč Tom ĂągĂ© de 17 ans et Ross ĂągĂ© de 18 ans, avec leur diffĂ©rence de taille actuelle, auraient Ă©tĂ© ensemble au lycĂ©e et amoureux. Il est plus facile pour moi d'imaginer Tom Holland comme un mignon garçon dominĂ© plutĂŽt que comme un dominant, mĂȘme si je l'ai dĂ©jĂ  dĂ©crit ainsi dans des histoires prĂ©cĂ©dentes.
Je suis également excité par Ross Lynch et je l'ai décrit ici comme un sportif géant et dominant. Vous pouvez également imaginer cette histoire comme ce qu'aurait été un film entre ces deux magnifiques acteurs.
J'ai mis cette histoire parmi celles sur les CÉLÉBRITÉS AMOUREUSES mais ce ne sont pas ici les rĂ©elles stars qui sont mises en scĂšnes mais des variants de rĂ©alitĂ©s parallĂšles, c'est-Ă -dire dans un autre monde.
Je dĂ©die cette histoire Ă  tous les cĂ©libataires, en vous souhaitant de passer une bonne soirĂ©e seul et en espĂ©rant que mon histoire vous apportera de la joie. 😊
HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE
CÉLÉBRITÉS AMOUREUSES #16
ROSS LYNCH x TOM HOLLAND
LE GRAND SPORTIF ET SON PETIT GARS
CHAPITRE 2 - SAINT-VALENTIN AU LYCÉE
Tom Holland Ă©tait un joli pompom boy de son lycĂ©e. Il n'avait d'yeux que pour son amoureux, le quaterback Ross Lynch. Ross Lynch Ă©tait le plus bel homme du lycĂ©e, car il Ă©tait le plus grand et le plus musclĂ©. Avec son long nez droit, son sourire Ă©tincelant, son odeur chaude de sueur masculine, ses doux cheveux blonds magnifiquement coiffĂ©s, ses yeux bleu charmants, il avait tout d'un prince. Capitaine et quaterback de l'Ă©quipe de soccer du lycĂ©e, il Ă©tait littĂ©ralement le Roi du lycĂ©e, car il dĂ©passait tout le monde de minimum une tĂȘte, alors personne n'osait le contredire ou lui manquer de respect. Et pourtant, cet homme magnifique, naturellement autoritaire et qui n'avait pas besoin d'Ă©lever la voix pour ĂȘtre obĂ©i des professeurs comme des Ă©lĂšves, Ă©tait bisexuel.
Oui, et il Ă©tait depuis rĂ©cemment le fier petit ami de Tom Holland, un garçon cheerleader! Celui-ci ne pouvait y croire : depuis son premier jour au lycĂ©e, il Ă©tait immĂ©diatement tombĂ© amoureux de Ross Lynch sans mĂȘme avoir entendu le soix de sa voix, n'avoir respirĂ© l'odeur de sa sueur, goĂ»tĂ© Ă  son corps, masser ses muscles ou tout simplement avoir pu lui parler ou l'Ă©couter. Depuis, Tom Holland avait fait toutes ces choses, et personne n'avait plus jamais embĂȘtĂ© le mignon petit garçon depuis qu'il Ă©tait officiellement l'amoureux de Ross Lynch. Car, quel contraste il y avait entre eux !
ÂgĂ© d'un an de moins que Ross Lynch, Tom Holland Ă©tait un joli garçon de 17 ans, un peu musclĂ© mais avec un petit cul rond, alors que Ross Ă©tait trĂšs musclĂ© et avait un gros cul ; des cheveux bruns quand ceux de Ross sont blonds ; des yeux marrons alors que ceux de Ross sont noisettes... Mais la diffĂ©rence notable et majeure est la taille : mĂȘme si Tom Holland mesure 1 m 69, ce qui est raisonnable, il a l'air minuscule comparĂ© Ă  Ross Lynch, qui mesure 1 m 83, donc plus d'une tĂȘte de plus que son amoureux.
Ross Lynch Ă©tant dĂ©sirĂ© de la quasi totalitĂ© des lycĂ©ens, beaucoup avaient espĂ©rĂ© qu'un grand mĂąle blanc dominant et sportif, bon Ă©lĂšve et sĂ©ducteur, ne soit pas intĂ©ressĂ© par ce garçon insignifiant. L'inverse s'Ă©tait produit. C'est justement le caractĂšre discret de Tom Holland, son aspect de mignon petit garçon doux et rieur qui avait plu Ă  Ross Lynch. Il voulait ĂȘtre protecteur envers son garçon, qui, quoiqu'agĂ© d'un an de moins que lui seulement, Ă©tait son bien le plus prĂ©cieux. Par amour et adoration envers, Tom Holland avait rejoint l'Ă©quipe de cheerleaders dans l'unique but de pouvoir admirer la musculature de son gigantesque petit ami.
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Voir et entendre son petit ami donner des ordres à ses coéquipiers émoustillait toujours Tom Holland, qui savait qu'il était la petite chose de son mec. Pouvoir respirer l'odeur de sa chaude sueur virile était une belle récompense pour toutes ces heures dépensées à apprendre des chorégraphies et des chansons dont le seul but était de glorifier la puissance et la beauté des athlÚtes dont Ross Lynch était le capitaine. Devenu le petit-ami du roi du lycée qui était candidat à sa propre réélection pour le prochain Bal de Promo, Tom Holland avait gagné en popularité auprÚs des lycéens.
En ce 14 fĂ©vrier, jour de la Saint-Valentin, Tom Holland Ă©tait dans un couloir, vĂȘtu de son uniforme de pompom boy composĂ© dun tee-shirt moulant aux manches courtes et d'une jupe plissĂ©e arrivant bien au-dessus des genoux. Ce contraste entre la masculinitĂ© des bras musclĂ©s de son petit ami et sa fĂ©minitĂ© par sa jupe excitait Ross Lynch, ouvertement bisexuel. Cela avait pour effet que les garçons et les filles du lycĂ©e rĂȘvaient presque tous d'ĂȘtre en couple avec lui. Mais, mĂȘme si certains espĂ©raient toujours qu'ils rompent, la beautĂ© du couple que formaient Ross et Tom avaient fini par les convaincre de la sincĂ©ritĂ© de leurs sentiments.
Des pas affirmĂ©s retentirent dans le couloir. Ross Lynch, l'homme le plus grand du lycĂ©e, Ă©tait gigantesque pour son Ăąge et tout le monde baissait la tĂȘte en signe de respect ou alors osait admirer la perfection de son visage. D'une allure assurĂ© et un peu arrogante, Ross Lynch arriva au niveau du casier de son grand amour.
ROSS LYNCH : "Comment va mon bĂ©bĂ© aujourd'hui 😏 ?"
Tom se retourna et sourit immĂ©diatement en voyant son divin amoureux. Le haut de la tĂȘte de Tom arrivait Ă  peine au-dessus des impressionnants pectoraux de son amant. Pour se regarder les yeux dans les yeux, Ross Lynch devait baisser la tĂȘte et Tom devait la lever.
TOM HOLLAND : "Mieux maintenant que je te vois 😁."
ROSS LYNCH : "Bonne réponse, bébé."
VĂȘtu de son teddy en cuir, d'un jean qui moulait son gros cul rond et son immense bite juteuse et ses couilles pleines, Ross Lynch avait un bras posĂ© contre les casiers, empĂȘchant des losers de s'en approcher tant qu'il se trouvant devant. Il adorait contempler son garçon de haut pour le voir le regarder avec adoration.
ROSS LYNCH : "Viens là, tu mérite ton bisou."
Ross Lynch prit Tom Holland par la taille, et le colla contre lui pour embrasser son front, son nez et ses oreilles, faisant rire son petit ami.
TOM HOLLAND : "Et moi ? 😅"
ROSS LYNCH : "Quoi, "toi" ?"
TOM HOLLAND : "Je n'ai pas le droit de t'embrasser, s'il te plaĂźt ?"
ROSS LYNCH : "Je vais devoir y rĂ©flĂ©chir... Mais non je rigole, ne fait pas cette tĂȘte, bĂ©bĂ© ! Tu as le droit Ă  un baiser !"
Tom embrassa le cou chaud de son amoureux et en profita pour respirer l'odeur de sueur masculine.
ROSS LYNCH : "Viens, on doit aller en cours."
Ce matin là, Tom avait le bonheur d'avoir un cours commun avec Ross Lynch, qui avait un an de plus que lui. Les deux amants en profitÚrent pour s'asseoir l'un à cÎté de l'autre. Tout au long du cours, Tom Holland regardait, admiratif, la perfection du visage de Ross Lynch, se demandant pourquoi il ne lui avait encore rien offert en ce jour particulier de la Saint-Valentin, leur premiÚre ensemble. Autour de lui des roses et des boßtes de chocolats, des cartes et des ballons, des bonbons et des peluches étaient échangés entre les amoureux. Lui n'avait rien reçu.
Ross Lynch avait-il oubliĂ© ? Impossible, car en temps que PrĂ©sident des Ă©lĂšves - un de ses innombrables titres au lycĂ©e - il dirigeait le comitĂ© d'organisation des fĂȘtes du lycĂ©e : les ballons et les guirlandes roses et rouges ornaient les portes et les plafonds du lycĂ©e.
Tom se demandait s'il était puni d'une quelconque désobéissance envers Ross, s'il avait manqué de respect, s'il n'avait pas assez bien massé ses longs pieds ou sucé sa belle bite la derniÚre fois qu'ils avaient passés un moment intime.
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Perdu dans ses pensĂ©es, Tom Holland n'entendit par la professeur dire : "Tom, je sais que Monsieur Lynch est le plus bel homme qui ait jamais vĂ©cu sur Terre, que MichelAnge doit ĂȘtre triste de ne pas l'avoir eu pour modĂšle et que nous passerions tous nos journĂ©es entiĂšres Ă  admirer sa magnifique splendeur, mais, mais, tu dois te concentrer un peu plus sur le cours et un peu moins sur la perfection de son visage !"
Cette intervention provoqua un léger rire, mais respectueux, sans moquerie, car quiconque aurait manqué de respect au petit ami aurait définitivement perdu l'usage d'un bras ou d'une jambe. Ross Lunch prit la douce petite main de Tom dans la sienne qui en mesurait quasiment le double pour le rassurer.
AprĂšs une journĂ©e Ă  espĂ©rer n'importe quel cadeau de la part de l'homme de ses rĂȘves, Tom se rĂ©signa, craignant que Ross Lynch, fidĂšle Ă  sa rĂ©putation de sĂ©ducteur, ne le quitte le jour de la FĂȘte des Amoureux. En sortant du lycĂ©e, il vit Ross appuyĂ© contre sa voiture.
"Monte.", lui dit Ross d'un ton calme mais qui ne supposait aucune réponse.
En petit ami obéissant, il voulait plaire à son géant. Il monta en voiture, et Ross lui claqua ses petites fesses avant de fermer la portiÚre. Il aimait cette sorte d'androgynie chez Tom, le fait que Tom soit petit et mince avec une jupe courte comme une fille, musclé aux cheveux courts comme un gars. Il posa son long bras musclé derriÚre la nuque de Tom et l'embrassait sur la joue de temps à autre. Tom Holland ne savait pas à quoi s'attendre de la part de Ross Lynch.
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Ils arrivĂšrent dans une forĂȘt, et, avant qu'ils ne se garent, Ross mit un ruban sur les yeux de Tom. Il lui demanda de s'habiller sans regarder. C'Ă©tait un pantalon, un tee-shirt blanc et un gilet en cuir.
Une fois arrivĂ©s Ă  destination, Ross guida Tom, lui mit une chaĂźne autour du cƓur dont il se servir comme une laisse pour guider Tom Holland derriĂšre lui comme s'il Ă©tait son toutou. Tom Holland se considĂ©rĂ© comme la propriĂ©tĂ© de Ross, il voulait lui appartenir pour l'Ă©ternitĂ©, alors ĂȘtre son animal de compagnie ne le dĂ©rangeait pas.
Pourtant lorsqu'il sentit les bras puissants de Ross le porter pour les derniers mÚtres, il comprit. Oui, la surprise. Celle qu'il espérait tant. Ross le posa à terre, retira le ruban et Tom découvrit une table sut une plate-forme recouverte de pétales de roses rouges, des bougies cachées dans des buissons, des plats délicieux les attendaient. Ross avait envoyé ses serviteurs préparer le lieu, mais c'est lui qui l'avait conçu et choisi le menu que ses cuisiniers personnels avaient faits. Tom eut les larmes aux yeux en voyant ça : jamais personne ne lui avait aussi élégamment témoigné de l'amour !
Ross prit la laisse de Tom et le guida Ă  table, oĂč les deux amoureux dĂ©gustĂšrent les mets fins, s'amusant Ă  se mettre les plats dans la bouche de l'autre.
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Ross se leva, embrassa son mignon petit garçon et l'emmena regarder la nuit étoilée. Ross s'allongea contre un arbre. Il prit Tom dans ses bras, si fort qu'il pouvait aisément supporter le poids du corps du léger et mignon Tom sur lui, lui caressant ses cheveux bruns. 
TOM HOLLAND : "Merci de m'avoir emmené voir les étoiles, mais j'ai la chance d'en admirer une tout les jours : toi."
Narcissique, Ross aimer la flatterie. Surtout si elle venait du mignon petit garçon qui le voyait comme un dieu vivant et pour qui il aurait tué sans remord. 
ROSS LYNCH : "C'est bien. Continue." 
TOM HOLLAND : "Je n'ai pas besoin d'ĂȘtre Ă©clairĂ© par le Soleil si tu es face Ă  moi." 
ROSS LYNCH : "Pas mal. Ne t'arrĂȘte pas." 
TOM HOLLAND : "Je mourrai si je ne pouvais pas te voir. Je t'aime plus que tout au monde, tu es un diamant, rien ni personne ne t'Ă©gale, je t'aime, merci d'ĂȘtre mon amoureux..." 
ROSS LYNCH : "Ça va, bĂ©bĂ©, ça va ! Gardes en pour la prochaine Saint-Valentin. D'ici lĂ  tu auras le temps de t'amĂ©liorer en flatterie. Quand on est le petit ami d'un dieu on doit ĂȘtre reconnaissant."
 TOM HOLLAND : "Je le suis ! Je ferais tout pour toi !"
 ROSS LYNCH : "Tommy, mon bébé, tu es le plus mignon, le plus doux des garçons qu'un roi comme moi puisse désirer. Quiconque te fera le moindre mal subira d'atroces représailles. Tu es plus précieux à mes yeux que le plus pur des diamants."
Tom s'en voulait d'avoir voulu un cadeau : Ross Lynch est Ă  lui-mĂȘme un cadeau ! Celui-ci se pencha pour embrasser Tom Holland quand...
BBBBBBbbbRRRRRrrrrrrPPPPPppppppTTTTTTTtttttttt!!!!!!!!
Un rot tonitruant sentant la viande et le chocolat souffla sur le visage de Tom, dont la joli petite mĂšche se retourna en raison de la puissance du rot. Ross Lunch hurla de rire d'avoir rotĂ© au visage de son garçon, mais Tom respirait l'odeur de la bouche de Ross et le remercia pour son rot : tout ce qui venait de Ross Lynch Ă©tait prĂ©cieux et devait ĂȘtre apprĂ©ciĂ©.
Le beau maßtre gazeux, tenant toujours la chaßne en main, admira les étoiles en compagnie de son adorable petit garçon, et Tom s'endormit dans ses bras musclés, au comble du bonheur en cette Saint-Valentin.
 FIN DE L'HISTOIRE
đŸŒč💗💐💌đŸŒč💘đŸŒč💝đŸŒčđŸ’žđŸŒŒđŸ’˜đŸ’‹đŸ„€đŸ’ŒđŸ’—
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đŸ‡șđŸ‡Č🇬🇧 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧đŸ‡șđŸ‡Č
Dear readers ! Happy Valentine's day 💞đŸŒč
You may not know it but I've never celebrated this day being in couple, so i imagined a story about what I would have liked to live, as i did in the previous years.
Today I'm publishing a story inspired by the "art" (illustrations created by Artificial Intelligence) of @dragonslayher on Deviantart. It depicted singer/actor Ross Lynch (currently 28 years old) and actor Tom Holland (aged 27) being a couple in high school. In this story, it's a parallel universe where Tom aged 17 and Ross aged 18, with their current height difference, would have been in high school together and in love. It's easier for me to imagine Tom Holland as a cutie boy dominated rather than as a dom, even though I've already described him that way in previous stories.
I am excited by Ross Lynch too, and I've described him here as a giant dominant jock. You can also imagine this story as what a movie would have been between these two gorgeous actors đŸ„”.
It's a story about CELEBRITIES IN LOVE but it's not the real versions of the stars here, more variants from a parallel universe.
I dedicate this story to all the single persons, wishing you to spend a good evening alone and hoping my story will bring you joy. 😊
If you like this story I will definitely post what happened before (Chapter 1) and after (Chapter 3) this story (that's why it's already Chapter 2).
PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY
CELEBRITIES IN LOVE #16
ROSS LYNCH x TOM HOLLAND
- THE TALL JOCK AND HIS SMALL BOY - CHAPTER 2 - HIGH SCHOOL'S VALENTINE'S DAY
Tom Holland was a pretty cheerleader at his high school. He only had eyes for his lover, quarterback Ross Lynch. Ross Lynch was the most handsome man in school because he was the tallest and most muscular. With his long straight nose, his sparkling smile, his warm smell of male sweat, his soft, beautifully styled blond hair, his charming blue eyes, he had everything of a prince. Captain and quarterback of the high school soccer team, he was literally the King of the school, because he was at least a head taller than everyone, so no one dared to contradict him or disrespect him. And yet, this magnificent man, naturally authoritarian and who did not need to raise his voice to be obeyed by teachers and students alike, was bisexual.
Yes, and he was most recently the proud boyfriend of Tom Holland, a boy cheerleader!
Tom couldn't believe it: since his first day in high school, he had immediately fallen in love with Ross Lynch without even having heard the six of his voice, having breathed the smell of his sweat, tasting his body, massaging his muscles or simply being able to talk to him or listen to him. Since then, Tom Holland had done all these things, and no one had ever bothered the cute little boy since he was officially Ross Lynch's love interest. Because what a contrast there was between them!
A year younger than Ross Lynch, Tom Holland was a pretty boy of 17, a little muscular but with a small round ass, while Ross was very muscular and had a big ass; brown hair when Ross's is blond; brown eyes while Ross's are hazel... But the notable and major difference is the height: even if Tom Holland measures 1 m 69, which is reasonable, he looks tiny compared to Ross Lynch, who measures 1 m 83, so more than a head taller than her lover. Ross Lynch being desired by almost all high school students, boys and girls, many had hoped that a tall, dominant and athletic white male, a good student and seducer, would not be interested in this insignificant boy.
The opposite had happened. It was precisely the discreet character of Tom Holland, his appearance as a cute, sweet and laughing little boy that appealed to Ross Lynch. He wanted to be protective of his boy, who, although only a year younger than him, was his most precious possession. Out of love and adoration, Tom Holland had joined the cheerleading team for the sole purpose of being able to admire the muscles of his gigantic boyfriend.
Seeing and hearing his boyfriend giving orders to his teammates always excited Tom Holland, who knew he was his boyfriend's little thing. Being able to breathe in the smell of his warm virile sweat was a great reward for all those hours spent learning choreographies and songs whose sole purpose was to glorify the power and beauty of the athletes of which Ross Lynch was the captain. Having become the boy of the high school school's king, who was a candidate for his own re-election for the next Prom, Tom Holland had gained popularity among high school students.
On February 14, Valentine's Day, Tom Holland was in a hallway, dressed in his cheerleader uniform consisting of a tight-fitting short-sleeved T-shirt and a pleated skirt reaching well above the knees. This contrast between the masculinity of his boyfriend's muscular arms and his femininity through his skirt excited Ross Lynch, openly bisexual. This had the effect that the boys and girls in high school almost all dreamed of being in a relationship with him. But, even if some still hoped that they would break up, the beauty of the couple that Ross and Tom formed had finally convinced them of the sincerity of their feelings.
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Assertive footsteps sounded in the hallway. Ross Lynch, the tallest man in school, was gigantic for his age and everyone either bowed their heads in respect or dared to admire the perfection of his face.
With a confident and slightly arrogant look, Ross Lynch arrived at his great love's locker.
ROSS LYNCH: “How is my baby today 😏?”
Tom turned around and immediately smiled upon seeing his divine lover. The top of Tom's head barely came above his lover's impressive pecs. To look each other in the eye, Ross Lynch had to lower his head and Tom had to raise it.
TOM HOLLAND: “Better now that I see you 😁.”
ROSS LYNCH: “Good answer, baby.”
Dressed in his leather teddy, jeans that hugged his big round ass and his huge juicy cock and his full balls, Ross Lynch had one arm resting against the lockers, preventing losers from approaching him as long as he was finding in front. He loved looking down on his boy to see him look at him with adoration.
ROSS LYNCH: “Come here, you deserve your kiss.”
Ross Lynch grabbed Tom Holland by the waist, and pulled him close to kiss his forehead, nose and ears, making his boyfriend laugh.
TOM HOLLAND: "And me? 😅"
ROSS LYNCH: "What, 'you'?"
TOM HOLLAND: “Am I not allowed to kiss you, please? 😊”
ROSS LYNCH: "I'll have to think about it... đŸ€”But no, I'm kidding, don't make that face, baby! 😂 You have the right to do one kiss!"
Tom kissed his lover's warm neck and took the opportunity to breathe in the scent of male sweat.
ROSS LYNCH: “Come on, we have to go to class.”
That morning, Tom had the pleasure of having a joint class with Ross Lynch, who was a year older than him. The two lovers took the opportunity to sit next to each other. Throughout the class, Tom Holland stared in awe at the perfection of Ross Lynch's face, wondering why he hadn't given her anything yet on this special Valentine's Day, their first together. Around him roses and boxes of chocolates, cards and balloons, sweets and stuffed animals were exchanged between the lovers. He had received nothing.
Had Ross Lynch forgotten? Impossible, because as Student President - one of his countless titles at high school - he headed the organizing committee for the high school celebrations: balloons and pink and red garlands decorated the doors and ceilings of the high school.
Tom wondered if he was being punished for any disobedience to Ross, if he had been disrespectful, if he hadn't massaged his long feet well enough or sucked his beautiful cock well enough too, the last time they hung out.
Lost in his thoughts, Tom Holland did not hear the professor say: "Tom, I know that Mr. Lynch is the most beautiful man who ever lived on Earth, that Michelangelo must be sad not to have had him as a model and that we would all spend our entire days admiring his magnificent splendor, but, but, you need to concentrate a little more on the lesson and a little less on the perfection of his face!”
This intervention provoked a slight laugh, but respectful, without mockery, because anyone who had disrespected the boyfriend would have definitely lost the use of an arm or a leg. Ross Lunch took Tom's soft little hand in his, which was almost twice the size, to reassure him.
After a day of hoping for any gift from the man of his dreams, Tom resigned himself, fearing that Ross Lynch, true to his reputation as a seducer, would leave him on Lovers' Day. As he left the school, he saw Ross leaning against his car.
"Come up.", Ross told him in a calm tone but which did not assume any response.
As an obedient boyfriend, he wanted to please his giant. He got into the car, and Ross smacked his little butt before closing the door. He liked this kind of androgyny in Tom, the fact that Tom was short and thin with a short skirt like a girl, muscular with short hair like a guy. He put his long muscular arm behind Tom's neck and kissed him on the cheek from time to time.
Tom Holland didn't know what to expect from Ross Lynch. They arrived in a forest, and, before they parked, Ross put a ribbon over Tom's eyes. He asked him to dress without looking. It was pants, a white t-shirt and a leather vest.
Once at their destination, Ross guided Tom, put a chain around his heart which he used as a leash to guide Tom Holland behind him as if he were his dog. Tom Holland considered himself Ross's property, he wanted to belong to him for eternity, so he didn't mind being his pet. Yet when he felt Ross' strong arms carrying him for the last few meters, he understood.
Yes, the surprise. The one he hoped for so much. Ross put him on the ground, removed the ribbon and Tom discovered a table on a platform covered with red rose petals, candles hidden in bushes, delicious food waiting for them. đŸŒč
Ross had sent his servants to prepare the place, but it was he who had designed it and chosen the menu that his personal cooks had made. Tom had tears in his eyes when he saw this: no one had ever shown him love so elegantly!
Ross took Tom's leash and guided him to the table, where the two lovers tasted the fine dishes, having fun putting the dishes in each other's mouths.
Ross got up, kissed his cute little boy and took him to watch the starry night. 🌌
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Ross lay down against a tree. He hugged Tom, so tight that he could easily hold the weight of the light, cute Tom's body on top of him, stroking his brown hair.
TOM HOLLAND: “Thank you for taking me to see the stars, but I have the chance to admire one every day: you.”
Narcissistic, Ross loves flattery. Especially if it came from the cute little boy who saw him as a living god and for whom he would have killed without remorse.
ROSS LYNCH: "That's good. Keep going."
TOM HOLLAND: "I don't need to be lit by the Sun if you're facing me."
ROSS LYNCH: "Not bad. Don't stop."
TOM HOLLAND: "I would die if I couldn't see you. I love you more than anything in the world, you are a diamond, nothing and no one equals you, I love you, thank you for being my lover.. ."
ROSS LYNCH: "It's okay, baby, it's okay! Save some for next Valentine's Day. Until then you'll have time to get better at flattery. When you're the boyfriend of a god you have to be grateful."
TOM HOLLAND: "I am! I would do anything for you!"
ROSS LYNCH: "Tommy, my baby, you are the sweetest, sweetest boy a king like me could want. Anyone who does you the slightest harm will suffer terrible retaliation. You are more precious to me than the purest of diamonds."
Tom was angry with himself for having wanted a gift: Ross Lynch is a gift to himself! He leaned over to kiss Tom Holland when...
BBBBBBBbbbRRRRRrrrrrrPPPPPppppppTTTTTTTtttttttt!!!!!!!!
A thunderous belch smelling of meat and chocolate blew into Tom's face, whose pretty little locks flipped due to the power of the burp. Ross Lunch howled with laughter for burping in his boy's face, but Tom breathed in the scent of Ross's mouth and thanked him for the burp: anything from Ross Lynch was precious and should be appreciated.
The handsome gassy master, still holding the chain in his hand, admired the stars in the company of his adorable little boy, and Tom fell asleep in his muscular arms, at the height of happiness this Valentine's Day.
END OF THE STORY
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pepperbag76 · 11 months
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đŸŒč Cher
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toony-fanfics · 1 month
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Goodmorning, Dear! 🧇
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~đŸŒč~
Oneshot
Pairing: Alastor x Atlas (OC)
Word count: 881
Summary: just atlas waking up to breakfast for once!
Warnings: none!
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The streets of Hell were never really known for being “relaxing” or “calm”. There were almost always screams, fights, music, anything you could think of. Hell never got less overwhelming, one just got used to everything after a while. You’re stuck there for all of eternity, after all. It’s something you have to get used to. However, there were places and times where it was bearable. Specifically, early morning at the Hazbin Hotel.
Usually Atlas had been the one to wake up first. After all, he was the hotel’s chef. Guests depended on him to provide sustenance. Granted, there weren’t many guests, but the staff also needed food in them to go about their day. Plus, the more time Atlas got to spend in the kitchen, the better. It was a safe place for him, one he didn’t share with many.
Except one, of course.
Though, this morning, Atlas woke up to the sound of Heartaches by Al Bowlly echoing throughout the hotel. Someone else was up, and by the music, Atlas could guess pretty well that the one awake was none other than Alastor. After all, Atlas didn’t know anyone else who listened to old music like this.
Sitting up in his bed, Atlas rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before stretching. Glancing over to the mirror that hung up on the wall, the blue goat got out of his bed and walked towards the closet. Tilting his head slightly, he picked out a white long-sleeved button-up, along with a pair of blue jeans and suspenders. A bit out of the ordinary, since he usually wore his blue sweatervest, but he’d subconsciously wanted to look at least decent for Alastor. Another Al Bowlly song starts playing, and it wasn’t long before Atlas started humming along with it. Taking a hairbrush, the goat began fixing his hair a bit, not particularly enjoying the bed-head look.
The goat takes a step back and observes himself in the mirror. With a smile, he sticks his thumbs under his suspenders and rocks back and forth for a moment, nodding before grabbing a dark blue tie. Draping it over his neck, he got distracted by the multitude of shoes he had. With a hum, he finally slips on his black oxford shoes, and steps out of his room with a stretch. The music gets noticeably louder as Atlas heads down the hall.
Atlas also picked up a smell from the kitchen. It was food, that much he knew. None he’s ever made or tasted before, though, since the smell was unrecognizable. Stepping into the kitchen with a head tilt, the blue demon spots Alastor at the stove, an apron tied around his waist. Another Al Bowlly song begins to play, and Alastor hums along, the soft, melodic tone of his voice wrapping its way around Atlas like a warm hug on a cold autumn day. With a smile, the demon made his way over and hugged Alastor from behind. The radio demon tensed up momentarily, softening milliseconds after realizing who the culprit was.
“And a very good morning to you as well, my dear. I trust that you slept alright?” Alastor asks, glancing down at Atlas. The goat shrugs, leaning into the taller demon.
“I slept in. ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Nonsense, cher! No trouble at all, I assure you. You needed the rest. After all, a fine chef such as yourself needs to be at his best!” Alastor reassured.
Atlas smiles a bit before his eyes flicked down to the skillet on the stove. He’d recognized pecans in there, though wasn’t sure why. “Whatcha makin’?” He asked. Alastor’s grin seems to grow in excitement, as if he’d been waiting for Atlas to ask him that.
“Why, I’m making something my mother used to make me for breakfast when I was a boy! Sweet potato-pecan waffles. They’re absolutely delightful, my dear. You’ll love them!” He spoke, swaying along with the next song that played. Atlas chuckled a little bit.
“Don’t think I’ve ever heard of those. Maybe I should try makin’ ‘em at some point.” The smaller demon mumbled, his mind drifting off. What other foods did Alastor like? Maybe if he figured out a way to subtly ask, he could make them for the taller demon, or-
Atlas was snapped out of his thoughts when Alastor began tying the untied tie around his neck. A small laugh escaped the blue demon as he realized he’d completely forgotten to tie it.
“My dear, I have to say
 I find this little fad you’re trying to start quite humorous!” The radio demon spoke, laughing as he finished the job, patting Atlas’ chest. “Tell me, mon cher, what’s the occasion? You’re dressed quite differently this morning.”
“No occasion. Jus’ wanted to switch it up a lil’ bit. Y’like it?” The goat asks, sticking his thumbs through his suspenders just as he’d done in his room. Alastor tilts his head while staring down at Atlas, a look of adoration forming in his eyes.
“It’s wonderful, darling. Quite becoming on you, I must say! Now! How about some waffles?”
Atlas smiles and nods, and with that, the two sit down at the counter, waffles in front of them as they spent the morning talking and laughing.
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douce-rose · 7 months
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La vie,
L'amour,
Laisser partir sans souffrir
On aime
On se des'aime
La vie est un tourbillon
Des ĂȘtres chers nous quittent,
Mais ils seront toujours lĂ .
Laisser partir. ..
Sans faire souffrir,
C est encore aimer
Nous n'appartenons Ă  personne
Sauf Ă  soi,
Et le moi,
Te dis, n'est pas peur
Vit
S.đŸŒč
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yourdarlingness · 3 months
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 ◞◟ argenti names · pronouns · titles !
  · requested by anon
 more npts from others — 1 2 3
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 ◞◟ NAMES ✩
 : Adorne . Adornelle . Adorinly . Amore . Amour . Beau . Charme . Charmelle . Lovelynn . Mercy . Noblique . Nobleanth(e). Rosaric . Rosanthe . Rosaire . Virtuor  : Atticus . Avery . Caine . Calix . Ernest . Florence . Flynn . Lucian . Lucio . Lucianne . Lucinda . Lucy . Rosito . Rosalio . Rosette . Rosetta . Roselia . Rosa . Sebastian . Prince
 ◞◟ PRONOUNS ✩
 : kni / knight . re / rose . chi / chivalry . qu / quest . hon / honor . pet / petal . che / cher . chae / chaer . chae / charm . beau / beauty . blo / bloom . ado / adore . mer / mercy . hđŸŒč / hđŸŒčm . shđŸŒč / hđŸŒčr . thđŸŒčy / thđŸŒčm . đŸ„€ . đŸŒč . 💐 . ⚔ . đŸ—Ąïž
 ◞◟ TITLES ✩
 : the knight . one of the knights of beauty . the noble one . the noblest (one / knight) of all . the knight of beauty . the knight who charms all . the beauty and the knight . the knight who upholds the name of beauty . the knight with aesthetic virtues . the knight with prn shining armor . (the one / prn) who sees beauty in all . prn (elegant / rosey) fragrance . prn gracefulness . prn who honors beauty . prn who blooms like roses . prn knightly duties . prn who embodies roses . prn chivalric acts . prn charming smile
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[x] can be replaced with any nouns or terms you prefer
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ludmilachaibemachado · 5 months
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Swinging Sixties: Gardens, Grooves, and Icons🍀
1967 marked a transformative era in the USA - a time when Beatlemania reigned supreme and the British Invasion left an indelible mark on American pop culture. Vogue US, wanting to capture this zeitgeist, shone the spotlight on Twiggy - London's teen sensation and the embodiment of the swinging '60s. Barely 17, with her transformative partner (and once her hairdresser) Justin de Villeneuve guiding her journey, the duo touched down in Los Angeles in May 1967 for an unforgettable Vogue momentđŸŒ·
The scene? A glamorous afternoon at the Beverly Hills residence of the legendary Sonny Bono and Cher. And as Twiggy herself recalled in a 2018 BBC Radio interview, "I was at this party, and suddenly there was this motorbike revving up: it was Steve McQueen!" The king of cool himself, already an Hollywood icon, alongside his elegant wife Neile Adams, had graced the gathering. Drinks, dance, and delightful company!🍂
Here's a thought: which song had them all dancing the day away? What about The Monkees' "A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You"đŸŒč
It was a major hit, securing top spots on the UK singles chart back in May 1967!đŸȘ·
“Ralph Crane and Earl Leafâ€đŸ„€
Via @kingsqueensofcool on InstagramđŸŒŒđŸŒžđŸŒș🍀
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losergendered · 7 days
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ID: a set of 12 images in 6 pairs. each has one image of the listed camp cretaceous character, with a white outline in front of their corresponding flags, and a second image which is a blank flag splice. END ID
Darius from Jurassic Park: Camp Cretaceous is a sex repulsed umbercolauric dinogender paleocien mianuinic bergspitzegender extinctmegafaunic dinorainbimigic chompgender radinogender paleocoric mascspecerine dionaeaboy! 🩖 uses hy/hym, scale/scales, roar/roars, claw/claws, rapt/rapts, rex/rexs, foss/fossi, and 🩖/🍂/🩎/🌰self pronouns, is autistic with ADHD traits and has PTSD! Hy has a special interest in paleontology!
Brooklynn is a subjaight firecolauric distorglitchic femstreamer pinkstreamer fierilexic gamersorbgirlgender technologylexic playspincraftic clubpengamic gamesofemasc deceptective gendermatenrugo fuchsianix archaine feindox girl who uses sxe/hxr, wys/wys, ae/aem, 3D/3Ds, and đŸ•č/đŸ©·/⚜/đŸŒč/đŸ”„self pronouns! Sxe has BPD and PTSD, and is dating Kenji!
Ben is a mosscolauric officegender sauroduskayic pathetic-silly boy compugothic gholibraric gendernoktomezo nerdimasc fluxpercimale vutchian ottewink who primarily uses he/him, sae/saer, ir/irs, and fog/fogs pronouns! He is autistic with generalized anxiety, OCD, PTSD, multiple allergies, and is canonically a germaphobe! He has a crush on Kenji!
Kenji is a bronzecolauric recklessor chaokleine friendladventuric rosenloverboy himbogender butternut viobelaen planetary stellian koala bigay hyperverbal guy with ADHD, HPD, and PTSD! He is dating Brooklyn, but has a crush on Ben!
Sammy is a pinkcolauric honacoustian fawnestcoric euphorilexic abendrotgender peachdeersunic pasflorcrownic venuscowgirlic musheepic pinkfantasia sapphitropic gendertagmezo amorpassioic bodengender caelestinusgender rustivellic morgenrotgender sunserenia cidricinnamic bufuemfluid bellusrose canonically sapphic (WLW) pan lesbian who uses she/her, vi/vir, bli/bliss, su/sugar, che/cher, hope/hopes and đŸŒș/🍉/🐐/🌾/đŸŒŸ/🍄/🐏/🍰/đŸ©·self pronouns! She has PTSD and anxiety!
Yaz, is a terracottacolauric lindox ruthlesslexic evermistic gendermelu perfumasc esplosivogender lonlighorainic velocierfluix tennisunrisic sportyaesic ainuline tridaine mingirl mascfem girlboy azurgirl canonically sapphic (WLW) bambi lesbimasc dalilaen who uses masc and fem terms indiscriminately! S/he has chronic migraines, alexithymia, and dyscalculia!
Sammy and Yaz are dating and in love!
For đŸŒ–â˜„ïž anon!
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coolvieilledentelle · 8 months
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Ce soir, c'est la fin du week-end et demain, une nouvelle semaine commence. Alors laissons la musique jouer et dansons jusqu'Ă  l'aube de la nouvelle semaine . Passez une merveilleuse soirĂ©e mes chers amisÂ đŸ„‚đŸŒčđŸŽ¶đŸ’ƒâœšđŸ’•
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