#swipi

[swipi-rencontres]

Girl Power : SWIPI met les femmes en avant

Mesdames, si vous êtes toujours à la recherche de votre prince charmant, tentez votre chance sur SWIPI. En effet, la plateforme prône le concept du Girl Power. C’est-à-dire qu’elle permet aux demoiselles de prendre le contrôle de leur profil. De cette façon, vous trouverez plus facilement l’homme de vos rêves.

#girl power #swipi #prince charmant

[immatures-world]

*Les 22 lois Morales et spirituelles que le roi Salomon a utilisé pour réussir.*

1. Pour être riche

*Il faut donner*

2. Pour avoir du succès

*Il faut servir*

3. Pour bien rire

*Il faut faire rire quelq'un d'autre*

4. Pour prospérer

*Il faut être honnête*

5. Pour exceller

*Il faut être fidèle*

6. Pour aller loin

*Il faut se lever tôt*

7. Pour changer l'autre

*Il faut se changer soi même*

8. Pour devenir grand

*Il faut être discipliné*

9. Pour être fort

*Il faut souvent prier*

10. Pour réaliser beaucoup

*Il faut parler peu*

11. Pour être fructueux

*Il faut louer Dieu*

12. Pour vivre heureux

*Il faut pardonner*

13. Pour bien parler

*Il faut lier la colère*

14. Pour bien dormir

*Il faut travailler dur*

15. Pour être aimé.

*Il faut aimer*

16. Pour être un bon mari

*Il faut écouter sa femme*

17. Pour être une vraie femme

*Il faut être soumise*

18. Pour être respecté

*Il faut être poli*

19. Pour chasser Satan

*Il faut se sanctifier*

20. Pour grandir dans la foi

*Il faut toujours méditer la parole de Dieu.*

21. Pour bien servir Dieu

*Il faut l’aimer *.

22. Pour toucher le cœur de Dieu. *Prends soin de son peuple.*.

🧘‍♂️

#bibliotheque #la belgique #lingerie photos #libraries #enfants #littérature en français #lettre #armour #poème #poésie #rencontre amoureuse #amour #armour poétique #romantique #sexisme #swipi #séduction #rencontre #je cherche l'amour #trouver l'amour #voyage

[application-swipi-rencontres]

SWIPI : une application pour trouver l’amour sur Internet

Trouver l’amour sur Internet peut vous sembler compliqué. Toutefois, grâce aux fonctionnalités de l’application Android SWIPI, vous pourrez rencontrer votre âme sœur facilement. N’hésitez pas à vous connecter et en profiter légalement.

#swipi #seduction #rencontresamoureuses

[jonasiegenthaler]

happy stadium series day to all who celebrate <3

#nico hischier #jack hughes #luke hughes #šimon nemec #jesper bratt #nate bastian #devils #long post #very long post i'm so sorry i made a bad commitment to long horizontal canvas and i'm facing the consequences #might have to post this to ig so i can do the swipy carousel thing who knows #but finished it in time look at that! #.art

[peapod20001]

Ouygghahghhhg one of my phones has the new discord layout and this is so fucking weird what the fuck at I looking at what color is this where’s the grey

#random post #the difference between dark and midnight is so small that there practically is no point using midnight because the dark mode is fucking dark #as hell!! and also it’s like. indigo?? instead of gray?? so it’s like more saturated than the gray is too #navy colored background?? fake jean color?? blue violet?? #it’s SLIGHTLY lighter than tumblr color. it’s so WEIRD #and I keep swiping (cus I would swipe to navigate) but they took out my swipies!! I have to navigate all the buttons and shit!! #I keep accidentally starting a reply or an audio recording cus the layout is different. ouyggghgvh stupid ass shit

[entropicthymes]

Let That Grieving Transgender Catboy Say Fuck 2k24

#oc posting #zilch zinger #none of the other people in his story are allowed to swear because i made all those ocs when i was like. 13 #well. ok Wyslei can curse in ancient tongues. thats allowed. #and Wysp Willowbranch is allowed exactly one f-bomb that im saving for a special occasion #Corrie used to be allowed to swear until i realised that my phones swipy keyboard doesnt know what a fuck is #which is a shame because spark is the edgy mean one #but has never comprehended a swear word in xyr life

[lilodendron]

so… i got tinder. and it was all fun and games swiping through people until i realized id have to talk to them. absolutely not. sorry to anyone i matched with because i cannot talk to strangers.

#tinder #social anxiety #send help #it’s like a fun little swipy game but then it’s hell

[nickitappreciation]

#nickit #swipy swipe #idle animation

[iced-souls]

Hey you know how I said I injured my swipy swipy finger?

…

So I had another soccer game yesterday—

#I injured my other swipy swipy finger. #they are both taped I. such a way where I now have double finger guns #on the bright side! #I can still draw digitally #so..yeah…. #I AM RESPONSIBLE OF MYSELF— #have a good day #I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL #AND ICAN BARELY WRITE— #AAAAAAA

[cherryjuiceblues]

MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL 5 SNEAK PEEK :D

The house doesn’t smell like curry.

And that’s the first thing he notices when he steps inside after a long day. Harry always makes a point to relish in the view of his home before he enters its threshold; warm and bathed in light—the clear signs of life pouring out of the windows and across the driveway. Y/N cradles his heart in more ways than she shall ever know but simply remembering that she is here, in his home, keeping it safe whilst he’s gone… It does irrevocable things to him.

But today, perhaps he’ll admit that it does less to soothe his weary head as it does most days. When the only thing getting him through the workday was the promise of a beloved meal, prepared with love, steaming—waiting for him when he got home—and the scent doesn’t immediately hit him in the face… he worries. He worries for his sanity and for Y/N’s wellbeing. He worries for the words he might say on an impatient, empty stomach.

The tension between Harry’s brows radiates throughout his entire skull as he rolls out his shoulders and prepares himself for the conversation he’s going to have to have in approximately ten seconds. He can hear Y/N tottering around in the kitchen—and that almost makes it worse—that she’s in there and yet he can smell… he can smell something sweet. Something—

His feet lead him to the scent, hoping his nose is mistaken, forehead tightening at the sight he is greeted with.

“What’s this?” His cadence is concerning—unclad with his usual charming lilt—swathed in this new, murky tone of impatience. “Where’s m’dinner, sweetheart?”

Y/N twists around from her place at the sink, lips turned downwards unlike her usual welcome of a happy, relieved smile. And her reaction, Harry will later accept, is a valid one considering his complete lack of greeting—when he is usually so full of soft lilts and gentle caresses.

“Oh—” she scoffs, words tumbling out uncharacteristically, “because ‘m your housewife, now?” And—regardless of whether Y/N had already been labelled as such by Harry’s own employees, she has a feeling his eyes would’ve darkened all the same. His immediate, deathly silence does more to terrorise her than any garish attempt at horror (although that successfully scares her too).

She’s wondered what it would take for him to have his moment. Harry’s patience has always been such a relief—the most gentle person in Y/N’s life—a trait previously severely lacking and one she now cherishes every day.

And she knows his reaction isn’t unjust. She should have made him dinner, ready to eat as soon as he stepped foot inside—just like she had promised earlier in the day. With a smile on her face. She can’t quite explain why she made a cake instead. She’d had every intention to do as she’d said, was on her way to the kitchen to get started, in fact. But then she’d opened her phone, scrolled through Pinterest for just long enough to become distracted, to forget her initial quest, and to become enamoured by a heart-shaped sponge cake instead.

Y/N understands Harry’s anger. But it’s still upsetting. She feels as though she has committed something worthy of jail time. Her stomach churns, previously dancing butterflies dispersing with a single brandishing glance over her way. They’re replaced by heavy, heavy bricks—weighing her down, immobilising her completely as she watches Harry inspect the kitchen with beady eyes.

“You made a cake?” He asks, already knowing of the answer; the evidence stares him straight in the face—accompanied by the debris—a crime scene of flour and icing sugar, bowls upon bowls filled with remnants of batter. She opens her mouth, abandoned by sound, swiftly closed when Harry continues on his own; unneeding of Y/N to have a conversation.

“Does it taste like fucking Korma, darlin’?” And she doesn’t like it—the way he weaponises the word she associates so closely to her own identity—the one he uses more than her own name. He’s upset. And it’s her fault.

“It—”

“—Don’t. Just—” he sighs, swiping his heavy palm over his forehead, “—be quiet.”

#mutually beneficial #sneaky #sneak peek #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shots #harry styles smut #harry styles imagines #harry styles blurbs #harry styles fanfiction

[swipi-rencontres]

Célibataires : découvrez les diverses rubriques de SWIPI

Si vous êtes en quête du grand amour, sachez que le réseau social SWIPI vous invite à découvrir ses différentes rubriques. Parmi celles-ci se trouvent les sections « A vos Stories » et « A vous de Dialoguer ».

#celibataires #SWIPI #amour

[immatures-world]

*Celui qui croit en lui-même n'a pas besoin de convaincre les autres. Celui qui est heureux avec lui-même n'a pas besoin de l'approbation des autres. Celui qui s'accepte lui-même, le monde entier l'acceptera*

🧘‍♂️

#sexisme #séduction #je cherche l'amour #trouver l'amour #romantique #swipi #rencontre amoureuse #armour poétique #poésie #poème #armour #lettre #littérature en français #libraries #enfants #la belgique #bibliotheque #lingerie photos

[application-swipi-rencontres]

Girl Power : renseignez-vous sur le concept proposé sur SWIPI

L’application Android SWIPI met en avant le concept du « Girl Power », donnant aux femmes le contrôle avec des profils privés pour choisir avec quels contacts, elles souhaitent discuter. Pour plus de détails, consultez la section « Elles ont (toujours) le pouvoir ».

#amour #swipi #girlpower

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 22

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s a flicker at first. A tickle in your thigh, along your pelvis, then deeper down. A pluck within, a coolness delving into your warmth, rough against soft. You moan through slightly parted lips, half a snore as you slowly rouse from your hazy sleep. A slumber so intense, you have no dreams, no thoughts, a rare peace.

The fire stokes hire, razing up your spine and nestling behind your stomach. Another breathy sigh, this one from deep in your chest. Your eyes snap open at the brush along your hip bone, the stirring of air across your naked torso, rob untied and open, a hand kneading your chest as another crawls along your cunt.

You lift your head, your eyes bleary, mind swirling. It takes a moment before you can make out the figure knelt on the bed between your legs, dragging his face along your pelvis. The latent flow of pleasure spikes and you swing at him, smacking the crown of his head before his mouth can stray any lower.

“Are you kidding me?” You exclaim, “are you stupid?”

“Hey,” Lloyd sits up and rubs his head, “what the f–”

“Yeah, what the fuck?” You snarl, “you think you can just… touch me. I’m sleeping and you just–” Another eruption of rage ripples through you. You pull your leg back and aim a kick at him, “you fucking asshole.”

“Jesus, calm down,” he barely keeps you from slamming your heel into his crotch, “I’m going–”

“No, do you really think this is how this is going to go,” you sweep the robe closed and bounce to the edge of the bed. You hug yourself as you stand, grunting at the effort, “you think you can just fuck your way out of everything.”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything, I’m trying to get in–”

“Enough,” you slap his chest as he gets off the bed, “you’re not sleeping beside me. You’re not even sleeping in this room. You can find somewhere else.”

“You can’t banish me from my own room–”

“I can’t?” You challenge, “what can I do, Lloyd? Get on my knees? Beg? Carry your child? I don’t get it, if you don’t care about this child, then why am I pregnant right now?”

He stares at you and has the grace to look ashamed, even in the low din of the night. His eyes drift away and he exhales, reaching to rub the side of his neck. He throws up his hand and shrugs.

“I meant it. When I… said sorry.”

“We both know that was only cause mommy told you to,” you insist, “and if you don’t get the fuck away from me, I’ll tell.”

“You’ll tell? What are you? A kid?”

“Well, if it’s the only thing that can put sense into you–”

“Would you just listen?” He snarls, “I am fucking sorry. I’m sorry I lost my cool. I’m sorry I flirted with those girls. I’m sorry you felt the need to go sleep out in the cold because we had one little fight. And I’m sorry I got fucking pissed when you fucked me and yelled your ex’s name. Don’t you be sorry for that, that’s on me, right?”

“How dare you. How fucking dare you. Don’t put this on me. You’re not sorry. Not to me. You’re sorry for yourself because you’re not getting what you want.”

“What I want? What I want keeps you with a roof over your head and food in your belly. Baby, if I didn’t want you, we wouldn’t be here–”

“Oh I fucking wish,” you sneer, “I fucking wish. Lloyd, are you really that fucking delusional? You think I want this? You think I wanted to come here and clean up your mess and suck your dick? That I wanted to marry you at some fucked up shotgun wedding? Or that I want to be forty and bloated with your baby?”

You growl and turn, swiping away the lamp in anger. It smashes as you fall back onto the mattress and grip your lower back. 

“I wanted to do something nice for my husband, you ruined that. I wanted to leave his cheating ass, you ruined that too. I wanted to make it on my own, work my own way out, you ruined that. You ruined my body, you ruined everything I had and it was barely anything,” you glare at the wall, you can’t stand to look at him, “you must be really fucking proud, Marion.”

He’s quiet. You hear the slow intake of air and the slower release through his nose. He clicks his tongue and shifts his weight, “no, you want me. We got chemistry, peaches, even it’s only below the waist.”

“Tell yourself whatever you want,” you grab the pillow, hugging it to your side as you lean forward to rise again, “I’ll go. I can’t have you near me right now.”

“No, you have the bed,” he says bluntly, “you and… the baby. I don’t wanna crowd you.”

You stay as you are, head low as you wait, watching him from your peripheral. He retreats, stopping at the dresser to slide open a drawer. The silence is thick and throttling. Finally, the door clicks shut softly in his stead.

You lift your legs up and fall onto your side. Typical, the asshole ruined the first good sleep you’d gotten in months.

💎

You dream of the grass and the sky. You dream of Dottie and her menagerie of toys. You dream of Harlan and his silent certainty. Lloyd and his looming presence, circling the distortion of scenes, pieced together from the fragments of your reality.

The chaos of your mind is splintered by a knock at the door. You grumble but refuse to break the surface. You don’t want to be awake, you just want to sleep. Your body wants it. You feel heavy but empty. Drained entirely.

The knock comes again and you cover your face with your arm. You groan and scratch the side of your nose. Morning always comes too soon. You roll onto your back and force yourself up, eyes drooping as you try to blink away the crust of sleep.

“What?” You garble as you sit back against the pillow.

There’s a noise on the other side of the door, the tenuous wobble of glass as it slowly opens from the other side. You swear you’re still dreaming as your vision clears and the wood swings back from the frame. Lloyd proudly enters with a tray, keeping it from tipping as he regains his balance.

He smirks as he presents his offerings, “ta da! All for you, Mrs. Hansen.”

“I’m still dreaming, aren’t I?”

“Oh? Of me? That’s a good sign,” he struts over and firmly places the tray over your lap, steadying it on the folding legs, “french toast, fruit, a little sugar on top. Oh, and decaf, orange juice, syrup–”

He points around the tray as he lists the content. You wrinkle your nose and look up at him. You’re confused. So confused.

“Why?”

“Why? Uh, why not?” He chuckles as he steps back. His dark tee shirt is powdered with sugar and a smear of egg. 

“Lloyd,” you say.

He sighs and shows his palms, “that’s it. That’s my apology.” He declares in a stunted cadence, “this is sorry. I’m sorry, so I brought you breakfast?”

“Yeah, but why?” You repeat.

He gulps and puts his hands on his hips, “I… don’t fucking know. I googled it and that’s what I got. Breakfast in bed.”

You blink then peek down at the plate. It’s not burnt at least. In fact, you’re surprised at the presentation. The sugar is sprinkled across the eggy bread and fruit, while slightly askew, is placed all around the rim. There’s even an apple cut in slices and arranged like a flower at the center. The hair stands on the back of your neck.

“What’s in this?”

“Egg, milk, bread…” he begins, “oh, come on, peaches, I’m trying. This is me trying,” he whines, “I don’t fucking try and I’m trying. For you.”

You’re not dumb. You know this isn’t just about you. This is his ego. He doesn’t like being left out and for the last two days, he’s been sidelined; no donut, no hug from mama, and no manicures. Your stomach gurgles in battle with your obstinacy.

“It’s a start,” you say curtly, “but this isn’t it, Marion.”

“Please, don’t call me that,” he pleads, “I’m begging you.”

“Marion, you know, if you’re trying, you don’t tell me what to do,” you pick up the fork, “so be a good boy and let me have my breakfast. In peace.”

#lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #unexpected #the gray man

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

parent got reject from rent car because, out of all thing, not have credit card with chip????? like have credit card with swipy but nooooo must chip

what the. actual fuck

#🍞.txt

[rsthemewp]

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#premium wordpress themes #premium wordpress theme #app landing wordpress theme #wordpress premium themes #education wordpress theme #education & online course wordpress theme #paid wordpress themes #consulting business wordpress theme #online learning wordpress theme #wordpress plugins #art portfolio website #Art Portfolio Website WordPress Premium Theme #Creating an art portfolio website is essential for artists #designers #1. Dabble – Creative Agency & Portfolio WordPress Theme: #A sophisticated and stylish theme with multiple menu layouts #sliders #and preset blog post styles. #Features a portfolio system using a custom post type #allowing you to display your projects effectively. #Available in both free and premium versions #with advanced controls in the premium version. #2. Rubrash – Personal Portfolio WordPress Theme: #rubash #Known for its rock-solid coding and fantastic support. #Offers full-width portfolio layouts #including checkerboard style and carousel options. #Utilize the drag-and-drop Elementor Builder to create stunning pages for each portfolio entry. #3. Swipy – Creative Agency WordPress Theme: #swipy