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jukeboxhound ยท 2 years
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When you're an actual professional in domestic violence crisis intervention and there's A Situation in the family but no one is listening because you're still the youngest and you've spent years in the role of the family's angry crazy black sheep anyway who "always makes a big deal out of nothing."
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#the irony of having been repeatedly shamed for not sharing the same familial understanding as others#but those same people not seeing an issue of continuing to text the stalker because 'they've been so kind to me and they'll go away eventua#*eventually' like GURL THAT IS NOT HOW THIS WORKS AND ALSO WHERE'S YOUR FUCKING LOYALTY#a bitch is coming for me and mine i'm not sitting around quibbling over whether or not i'm gonna hurt her delicate feelings#oh that's right it's because any assertion of the most reasonable boundaries is considered a personal attack and escalation#/screams into the void#I LOVE YOU BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.#hound barks#yelling on tumblr because my only other option is fb and that's where family is#have i mentioned that IT IS LITERALLY?? MY JOB??? TO HELP FOLKS DEAL WITH THIS KIND OF THING???? FOR THE LAST 6 YEARS??????#this is why professionals in ANY field should never be involved with family there is NO objectivity and too much history but also C'MON#/screams into the void some more#me texting family: that's an interesting idea i'm curious to hear more about your thoughts on what kind of impact you think blah blah#me irl: WHERE IS YOUR ANGER AND PROTECTIVENESS WHERE IS YOUR SWORD WHY DO YOU ALL ALWAYS SETTLE FOR THE BARE MINIMUM#AND SOMETIMES NOT EVEN THAT#well okay that takes us into the realm of what people believe they're worth but WHY HAVE NONE OF YOU EVER GOTTEN THERAPY#me in the notes of this post like OH YEAH AND ANOTHER THING -- !#๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜ค#i'm the lone firebender in a family of airbenders ahahahaha#i've been on a zuko-centric fic kick lately
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godofsmallthings ยท 1 year
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so. i fear i have girlbossed too close to the sun and lost my wallet <3
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dahlia-molinas ยท 1 year
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the last of us got me feeling the entire range of human emotions every damn episode bro
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platinumgeek ยท 4 months
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Five days before 2024 and I watched my absolute favorite movie of 2023 ๐Ÿซฐ๐Ÿพ
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angoor ยท 1 year
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in my obsessed with kyungsoo era (again)
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meowzfordayz ยท 7 months
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when youโ€™re inebriated and donโ€™t recognize them โ€” gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu
Authorโ€™s Note: a lil lighthearted (+hopefully humorous) fluff for tn. ๐Ÿฅฐ
when youโ€™re inebriated and donโ€™t recognize them โ€” gyomei, kyojuro, sanemi, giyuu
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Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader
Word Count: ~1,400
CW: alcohol, explicit language
Suggestion Fulfilled: how do you think the hashira will react when you're clearly drunk and they want to help you, but you push the away, clearly not recognizing them, and then you say something along the lines of, " No I have a S/o, don't touch meโ€
~faqs~
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โ€œDonโ€™t touch me! You! Gigantic! Oaf!โ€
*big sigh* ๐Ÿฅฒ
Smiling gently to himself, Gyomei takes another slow step forward
Thank goodness weโ€™re home he thinks to himself, well aware of how this current situation would appear to unknowing onlookers ๐Ÿ™ƒย 
โ€œIโ€™ll bite you!โ€ ๐Ÿ˜ค
Newsflash: slapping at his outstretched hands is doing next to nothing ๐Ÿฅด
The man is a wall ๐Ÿงฑ
โ€œPlease,โ€ he tries again, โ€œLet me help you.โ€
You huff, eyes rolling, โ€œI donโ€™t need help.โ€
โ€œYour shoes are still on, as is your coat, and youโ€™re heading in the opposite direction of the bedroom.โ€ ๐Ÿคจ
Somehow, the calmness of his voice riles you even further ๐Ÿ˜’
โ€œHow do you know?โ€ you scoff, โ€œMaybe Iโ€™m taking the long way around.โ€ ๐Ÿ™„
โ€œLove, I live here,โ€ he canโ€™t help the fond exasperation creeping into his tone, โ€œI live here with you.โ€
โ€œNo,โ€ you snort, โ€œYou wish you lived here with me, but that honor belongs to my amaaazing boyfriend.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜Œ
โ€œAnd where might he be?โ€ Gyomei asks politely
โ€œHe-โ€ your eyes narrow, confusion clouding your vision as you frown slightly, โ€œIโ€™m not sure.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜–
โ€œWell how about you call him?โ€
Glaring at the looming (actually, Gyomei is standing quite casually and relaxed) man in front of you, you tug your phone out of your pocket
โ€œHey Siri, call The Love of my Life.โ€
Interesting Gyomeiโ€™s heart flutters โ€”> youโ€™ve never actually showed him his contact info
โ€”Fortunately for you, heโ€™s too much of a sweetheart to ever hold this secret against you
โ€”What happens when youโ€™re drunk, stays with when you were drunk ๐Ÿ˜‰
โ€œNO WAY!โ€ you exclaim as his phone begins ringing, โ€œYOUโ€™RE HIM?!โ€ ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ€œYes, love,โ€ Gyomei chuckles tiredly, โ€œIโ€™m him.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sooooo sorry,โ€ you whimper, suddenly falling willingly and clingy into his arms, whining now as you pout up at him, โ€œIโ€™m going to have the worst hangover eeeverrr,โ€ gasping dramatically, โ€œGyyyomeeeei!!!!!โ€
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โ€œAs flattered as I am by your interest, I have a boyfriend,โ€ you say, politely brushing off the warm hands of the stranger attempting to help you as you sit haunched on a bench ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
Aforementioned strangerโ€™s brow furrows, mouth pursing before stretching into a bright grin, laughter ringing through your ears ๐Ÿค—
The hell is this guy on? ๐Ÿง
โ€œI promise your boyfriend would be okay with me helping you,โ€ Kyojuro chuckles, arms crossed as he watches you carefullyย 
โ€œOh yeah?โ€ you mutter, hiding your confusion beneath a cool tone, โ€œWhatโ€™s his name then?โ€
โ€œRengoku Kyojuro!โ€ he immediately answers, still grinning, โ€œNot many people look like himโ€ฆโ€ โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
Your face crinkles as you take in the manโ€™s appearance once more, eventually shaking your head as you huff
โ€œNice try,โ€ you smirk, โ€œBut if I was really drunk, then my Kyojuro wouldnโ€™t think twice about getting me home, no matter how difficult I was being.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜Œ
*cue a particularly fond memory of Kyojuro carrying you all the way home from the bar when you refused to get in a cab but didnโ€™t want to walk and definitely wasnโ€™t sober enough to sit on the handlebars of a bicycle* ๐Ÿ˜
Kyojuro blames the blossoming warmth in his stomach at your my Kyojuro for his next actions
Aka scooping you into his arms and hoping his cologne does the trick ๐Ÿ˜…
(it usually does โ€” he assumes his sweatshirts go missing for this exact reason ๐Ÿซข)
โ€œPUT ME DOW- ๐Ÿคฌ BAAABYYY! ๐Ÿ˜โ€ you squeal as soon as his sweaty, familiar scent hits your nose, โ€œYou do love meee!!!!!โ€
โ€œI absolutely do,โ€ he murmurs adoringly, unfazed by your sudden switch in demeanor, โ€œAfter all, your Kyojuro always gets you home, right?โ€ ๐Ÿฅบ
โ€œRight!โ€ you beam up at him, your hostility all but dissipated as you nuzzle into the crook of his shoulder, โ€œMโ€™gonna sleep now, โ€˜kay?โ€ ๐Ÿฅฑ
Kyojuro thinks about how long the walk home is, flexes his forearms, and smiles ๐Ÿฅฐ
โ€œOf course. Sweet dreams, my heart.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜ด
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Send help pls and ty ๐Ÿ™ƒ
This man is at his witโ€™s end
On one hand, youโ€™re refusing to Uber home with him ๐Ÿ˜•
On the other hand, he canโ€™t just leave you at the bar ๐Ÿ˜’
And the last thing he wants is to order two separate rides home, and then have to patiently explain that he isnโ€™t stalking you, nor is he breaking in, becauseย 
โ€œFor fuckโ€™s sake, Iโ€™m literally your boyfriend!โ€ ๐Ÿ˜
โ€œMy boyfriend would never speak to me like that!โ€ you retort, eyes narrowed ๐Ÿ˜ 
Actually Sanemi thinks wryly to himself Your boyfriend doesnโ€™t know how to speak in any other way
โ€œBecause your boyfriendโ€™s so damn perfect?โ€ he growls, โ€œDoesnโ€™t ever cuss or lose his patience?โ€
โ€œWell,โ€ you begin pertly, โ€œHe is perfect! He brings me breakfast in bed, holds open doors for me, mends the holes in my socks, washes my back when we shower togetherโ€ฆโ€ โ˜บ๏ธ
Sanemi is very pink rn ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
Heโ€™s torn between wanting to kiss you square on the mouth and never doing a nice thing for you ever again ๐Ÿซ 
โ€œ... but he,โ€ you trail off, tears abruptly brimming as you come to a startling realization, โ€œBut heโ€™s so ruuude,โ€ wailing as Sanemi simply watches you unfold, โ€œHe teases me whenever I stub my toe on something, pushes me off the bed when we wrestle, and, and, and-โ€
โ€œAnd what?โ€ he asks dryly
You gulp, refusing to meet the gaze of the handsome, persistent man still standing in front of you โ€” despite your resolute rejections of him, โ€œI think you might actually be my boyfriend.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜ญ
He actually laughs, arms opening as you barrel into him, sobbing into his embrace, thin olive shirt sticking to his skin as you squeeze his sides
โ€œSanemi,โ€ you whisper, embarrassment coating your voice
โ€œMmm, darling?โ€ his own rich with amusement
โ€œI want to go home,โ€ you mumble ๐Ÿ˜”
โ€œYou sure?โ€ he smirks fondly, โ€œEven with me?โ€
Groaning loudly, you press your face harder into his chest, eyes closing as you focus on the steady warmth of his heartbeat ๐Ÿ’“
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Dismay might as well be Giyuuโ€™s middle name
Because he has no idea how heโ€™s going to get you home ๐Ÿ˜“
Shinobu abandoned you guys earlier, flitting from one bar to the next
And for the sake of his dwindling dignity and pride, Giyuu is not about to interrupt Tengen and his wives at their table to ask for ~assistance ๐Ÿ˜ฌ
Kyojuro would be an option, if he wasnโ€™t the lightest weight of all, and already home in bed (he left over an hour ago) ๐Ÿ™ƒ
Shit
โ€œHey,โ€ he waves at you, heart in his throat
โ€œHey yourself,โ€ you glance up at him, frowning, โ€œI told you like five minutes ago, I. Have. A. Boyfriend.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜’
The urge to curl up into a ball and cry has never been stronger ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
For Giyuu, that is ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ€œI know, I know,โ€ he holds his hands up in a careful surrender, awkwardness in his movements as he ponders his next words, โ€œI justโ€ฆ I think you should go home.โ€
โ€œAs in, go home with you?โ€ ๐Ÿคจ
โ€œUhโ€ฆโ€ yes ๐Ÿ˜ž
โ€œLook, youโ€™re super attractive and all, but youโ€™re not my boyfriend.โ€ ๐Ÿ™„
Giyuu is hitting his forehead against a brick wall ๐Ÿ˜ต
Repeatedly ๐Ÿ˜ต
Internally, ofc ๐Ÿ’€
โ€œWhat if I was?โ€ he winces as his voice cracks at the end ๐Ÿฅฒ
Damn it ๐Ÿซ 
โ€œWell that would mean breaking up with my boyfriendโ€ฆโ€
Heโ€™s staring at you equally exasperated and in love ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿฅฐ
All you process, unfortunately, is deadpan ๐Ÿ˜
โ€œSpeaking of which, where is he?โ€ you mutter ๐Ÿ˜•
I! AM! RIGHT! HERE! ๐Ÿซจ
Giyuu is still hitting his forehead against a brick wall
+screaming every time he makes contact
Internally, ofc
โ€œCan I at least give you my number?โ€ ๐Ÿฅบ
โ€œHow about this,โ€ย  you snap, โ€œYou find my boyfriend for me, and ask him if thatโ€™s okay.โ€
Regret isnโ€™t an option as Giyuu immediately spins in a circle, striking a Tada! Pose when he faces you again ๐Ÿ˜Ž
๐Ÿง๐Ÿง๐Ÿง <โ€” you rn
โ€œItโ€™s me, your boyfriend. Tomioka Giyuu.โ€ ๐Ÿฅณ
You blink
He holds his breath
โ€œYโ€™know what,โ€ you finally say, โ€œI believe you.โ€
Giyuu doesnโ€™t bother digging for details
He grabs your hand (and exhales when you promptly intertwine your fingers with his, hugging his forearm to your chest ๐Ÿ’ž), and heads toward the exit
โ€”
โ€œWhy did that convince you?โ€ he asks the next morning, breath soft on your skin as he sprinkles soothing kisses across your forehead
You smile slylyโ€”despite your pulsating headacheโ€”all four limbs squeezing tighter around his body to keep him in place as you murmur quietly, โ€œBecause only my boyfriend could make me cringe that hard.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜Œ
โ€œHeyyyyy,โ€ he whines, pouting as he squirms in your embrace, exchanging his kisses for gentle bites as you shriek playfully, โ€œThatโ€™s not very nice.โ€ โ˜น๏ธ
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zzzzzestforlife ยท 1 month
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โœ๏ธ what no one tells you about how to journal ๐Ÿ“’
i was sick of all the "how to journal" content out there recycling the same advice that sounds great but doesn't always work in the reality of daily life. you're welcome ๐Ÿ˜ (also low-key a shitpost, but there are nuggets of wisdom in here, i promise ๐Ÿ˜‡)
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โœ๏ธ what to journal about โœ๏ธ
sure, you could journal about self development and treat your diary like your therapist, OR you could write about:
the pettiest grudge you're still holding onto from elementary school ๐Ÿ˜ค
all the gossip about other people's lives that you have Strong Opinionsโ„ข๏ธ about, but you're a good person, so what goes in the journal, stays in the journal ๐Ÿคซ
all the witty comebacks you never say to people's faces because you're a sensible, non-confrontational person, but also you didn't think of it until later ๐Ÿ™ƒ
the possibilities are endless, let your imagination run wild, and/or feel free to contact the blogger for more ๐Ÿคญ
๐Ÿšซ when NOT to journal ๐Ÿšซ
this is just as, if not more, important as when to journal.
nothing to say โ€” forget morning pages, i can barely string together a coherent greeting before lunch. also, a whole night's sleep is like a total memory wipe, so i have nothing to write about ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ and don't listen to whoever says to just write "i have nothing to write about" because if you start enough entries with that, you're gonna begin to feel there's no point BUT THERE IS!! just not right now. and that's okay โ˜บ๏ธ
too often โ€” personally, i think it's important not to make journaling your one source of clarity ๐Ÿ”ฎ continue to think things through in your mind, confide in people you trust, and have moments (in nature, perhaps) that simply can't be transcribed to words ๐ŸŒผ
not feeling it โ€” if you're too tired OR feel fulfilled and clear-headed enough about your day, don't make journaling a chore you have to do no matter what. if that means you don't journal everyday, then so be it ๐ŸŒ
so when do you journal? in general, when doing so would add something to your day โ˜€๏ธ whether that's peace, humor, gratitude, or something else.
๐ŸŽ materials ๐ŸŽ
now for the fun part: let's go to the stationery store! ๐Ÿ›’
โœ’๏ธ GET A PEN THAT WRITES SMOOTHLY! you are literally lowering the physical resistance that's keeping you from journaling, trust me it works. also pencils suck.
๐Ÿ” get a journal with a band, lock, clasp, button, etc. โ€” just because it's fun, but it has the added benefit of securing your intellectual property(?)
have a separate journal for writing thoughts vs. schedules vs. todos vs. collections (TBR lists, recipes, etc.) โ€” beats having to make and maintain a whole index to keep it all organized in just one (1) notebook ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ
๐ŸŒธ stickers โ€” are a pretty substitute for correction pens ๐Ÿ˜ป (in theory, but i have yet to use all the washi tape i bought ๐Ÿ˜…)
or just journal digitally, idgaf, do what works for you, okay? ๐Ÿ˜‡
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simp-and-shift ยท 1 year
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Brother's Best Friend : Instagram AU
paring: Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!reader
notes: Hey guys, this is my first post, so here we go! hope you enjoy!
summary: pierre gasly and leclerc!reader launch their relationship after the monaco gp.
warnings: protective older brother charles, theats to unalive someone (doesn't happen)
y/n.leclerc
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y/n.leclec: monaco gp photo dump
charlesleclerc: who are the flowers from
arthurleclerc: oooh you in trouble
lorenzoleclerc: WHO !?!?!
y/n.leclerc: get out my comments or I'm telling mom ๐Ÿ˜ค
user1: family drama in the comments I live for it ๐Ÿ™ƒ
user5: PIERRE LIKED
user3: it is his best friends sister, not that weird
pierregasly: stealing my photo dumps now huh? ๐Ÿ˜ก
y/n.leclerc: never pear ๐Ÿ˜ณ
pierregasly: at least put yuki in the next one
yukitsunoda: y/n I'll send you my best pics ๐Ÿ“ธ
pierregasly
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pierregasly: never disappoint monaco ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ
user6: WHTA THJ FWIK !!
yukitsunoda: my innocent eyes ๐Ÿ˜ณ
user9: soft launch on main๐Ÿซข
y/n.lelcerc: it is the best city
pierregasly: even better people ๐Ÿ˜
user2: what ๐Ÿ˜ณ
charlesleclerc: so that why you ditch dinner ๐Ÿ˜‚
pierregasly: haha sorry mate ๐Ÿ˜…
f1wags
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f1wags: NEW WAG???
Pierre gasly was spotted out in monaco with a mystery woman, right after posting flirty pic in his monaco photo dump. What do you think?
user4: is that y/n?!?
user2: I think it is ๐Ÿซข
user6: they could just be hanging out
user8: after that one comment tho
y/n.leclerc
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y/n.leclerc: sunshine
tagged: pierregasly
user6: soft launch who?
user5: totally ๐Ÿซข
carlossainzjr: adorable! hope pierre lives ๐Ÿ˜…
y/n.leclerc: same ๐Ÿ˜ฐ
charlesleclerc: answer you phone
y/n.leclerc: no I'm scared ๐Ÿ˜ณ
charlesleclerc: I know where you both live ๐Ÿ˜ก
user7: omg charles!!!
yukitsunoda: finally ๐Ÿ™Œ
pierregasly
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pierregasly: because I only have a couple minutes before charles finds me, just want to show her off ๐Ÿ’“ je t'aime bella.
y/n.leclerc: je t'aime aussi ๐Ÿค
arthurleclerc: gross ๐Ÿ˜‘
y/n.leclerc: you're just jealous arthur
charlesleclerc: I'll give you a 5 second head start gasly
pascalleclerc: leave them alone charlie, they're cute
y/n.leclerc: thank you mama
pierregasly: love you Pascal ๐Ÿฅฐ
yukitsunoda: I knew it !!!!
danielricciardo: gasly got game ๐Ÿซก
charlesleclerc: that's my sister dude ๐Ÿ˜ก
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transfemininomenon ยท 10 months
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my fellow americans ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ i need your help ๐Ÿ˜… im trapped in a house ๐Ÿ  the one from skinamarink ๐Ÿ˜ฐ that's right, im in the skinamarink house ๐Ÿ˜ฉ no doors๐Ÿšชno windows๐ŸชŸno toilet either ๐Ÿšฝ ive been skinamarinked and im scared ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ ah fuck that fucking phone โ˜Ž๏ธ it better not- โ˜Ž๏ธโ˜Ž๏ธโ˜Ž๏ธ AHH ๐Ÿ˜ฑ fuck. i hated that ๐Ÿ˜” i gotta get out of here ๐Ÿ˜• this sucks. oh, great, now im upside down ๐Ÿ™ƒ just what i fucking need ๐Ÿ™„ pretty soon the demon ๐Ÿ˜ˆ is gonna show up and i will really hate that ๐Ÿ˜ฅ he's probably gonna do more skinamarink bullshit ๐Ÿšช๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿšฝโ˜Ž๏ธ yup. here he comes. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ˜ˆ get out of my face, Jack ๐Ÿ˜  i'll kill you ๐Ÿ˜ค please, if you're hearing this๐Ÿ‘‚please get me out of the damn skinamarink house ๐Ÿ  i'm so damn scared ๐Ÿฅบ is anyone listening?? ๐Ÿซฃ my fellow americans? ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ obama? ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿพโ€๐Ÿ’ผ anyone? โ‰๏ธplease help me ๐Ÿ˜ข ive been skinamarinked! ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿšช๐ŸชŸโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ˆ
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๐ŸฆŠBeing Inarizaki's Manager ๐ŸฆŠ
๐Ÿ˜Miss Manager is Adorable ๐Ÿ˜
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Inarizaki x Female Manager
Warnings: Swearing, fluff
AN: This is a request from @times-new-roman-in-pastel! This was requested in addition!
๐ŸŒ  Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing ๐ŸŒ 
How does one describe Inarizaki ๐Ÿค”
Hmm words like scary, intimidating and strong come to mind
The essence of a power house
Plus Atsumu ๐Ÿ˜…
Please I'm barely starting and I can't resist ๐Ÿคฃ
Let's be honest, they are blunt, loud, outspoken and super intimidating
Kita says whatever is on his mind, Atsumu and Osamu have no filters
Suna is essentially the Tsukishima of Inarizaki
Omimi is just like Ushijima ๐Ÿ˜
There is literally nothing soft about Inarizaki
That is ๐Ÿ‘€ until they met you ๐Ÿฅฐ๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒธ
Being a new student at Inarizaki is hard on its own, but when you are the most adorable, softest human on earth ๐Ÿฅบ
Well it's extremely difficult
Their uniforms are dark colors mixed with some white
Nit really your style but thankfully there is some room to accessorize ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿผ
Some adorable tights with hearts or bows
A colorful hair ribbon ๐ŸŽ€
Maybe a colorful necklace or undershirt ๐Ÿ˜
Sorry YN but you stick out like a sore thumb
But hey, sticky out isn't all bad right?
Definitely not ๐Ÿคฉ
You get alot of attention for both females and males in your class as well as above and below you
You're a second year- forgot to mention that ๐Ÿ™ƒ
You are dubbed the cutest thing to ever walk the halls of Inarizaki
You are so sweet and kind YN
You help your fellow classmates with homework
You are there when anyone needs a hug
And you are, somehow, the only thing that can prevent the twins from fighting ๐Ÿคจ
I'll repeat it...
YN LN is essentially a miracle worker
One day, your bobbing down the hallway when you see Osamu push Atsumu into the lockers
You ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ
Before Atsumu can turn around and punches Osamu, you are there
Your hand goes to Atsumu's cheek
Atsumu ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿญ whet-
"Oh my gosh are you ok?? Do you need a bandage? I have all different types right here in my bag! Here have a piece of candy while I look for the bandaids"- you, handing Atsumu a piece of candy while you dig for your most colorful bandaids
Osamu ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜ฒ
Please Osamu is so jealous
You find a small blue bandaid and place it on Atsumu's cheek
"There! That should make it feel all better! Bye now"- you, skipping away lile a freaking cherub ๐Ÿ‘ผ
Thankfully Kita and the gang saw the whole thing
Please Atsumu and Osamu are still frozen ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿป
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"- Aran looking at Kita
"I'm thinking we just found our new manager"- Kita ๐Ÿ˜€
So that's the origin story of YN's ascent to manager status ๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿป
What I say next, I mean
Yn you literally become these boys life blood ๐Ÿฅบ
They think you are the most adorable and cutest manager around ๐Ÿ˜
Suna calla you "smol sunshine"
Omimi gives you constant headpats
Michinari and Riseki THRIVE off your praise YN ๐Ÿค—
You are just so bubbly all the time I can't ๐Ÿ˜ญ
I like want to squish your cute little cheeks
BTW Atsumu totally does that to you
"Awe YN you are just so adorable"- Atsumu
You ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป๐Ÿคฉ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿญ๐ŸŒˆ
Literally, I'm pretty sure you sprinkle flowers when you enter the gym YN โœ‹๏ธ
You are always doing special things for your boys
Baking cookies ๐Ÿช
Making onigiri for Osamu because you know he loves it
Cleaning the volleyballs before Kita can even think about it
"Oh Kita I already polished then for you since I had extra time"- you ๐Ÿค—
Kitas all like ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿป
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You let Suna lay his head on you while you knit or draw
Ginjima needs a hug sometimes and there's our little YN ready and waiting ๐Ÿซ‚
Aran is constantly just stressed and you are there with a cup of calming tea ๐Ÿต
Seriously YN these boys would fall apart without you
At tournaments, these boys turn from big ole softies to hard asses real quick
Inarizaki๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ‘ฟ
YN ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿป ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒž
It's quite the sight ๐Ÿ˜…
Since you have to wear the traditional, white pants, black shirt and maroon jacket, you often wear your hair super cute
Space buns perhaps ๐Ÿคฉ
Maybe with some cut clips ๐Ÿฅบ
Please I want to be you YN
You made pins to put on your jackets so that you could distinguish yourself from the other managers
Like it would be that hard ๐Ÿ˜…
However, these boys are so protective of you YN
They think you are fragile and soft and they need to protect that at all costs!
So when you are filling up water bottles-
Water bottles, I might add, that you have decorated with stickers ๐Ÿค—
Please I'm 33 and put stickers on everything ๐Ÿคš๐Ÿป
When you back up into a yellow broading man
Seriously you have to look up because whoa is he tall ๐Ÿ˜…
"Oh im so sorry!! I didn't see you there! But I really like your jacket! Yellow is one of my favorite colors"- you, ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป
Side note: Tendou would love you ๐Ÿ’ž
The tall man just glares at you behind is mask
โž–๏ธโฌœ๏ธโž–๏ธ
That's my mask glare face ๐Ÿ˜
I have little to work with people ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป
Anyways, you are just staring at Sakusa like ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿฅฐ
And he's just a big ole grump grump
Suddenly the ball of sunshine known as Komori approaches
"I'm sorry about him. He doesn't know how to act around pretty girls. I'm Komori and this is Sakusa"- Komori says, waving at you
"I'm YN!! Inarizaki's Manager ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป"- you, being so cute
"Oh nice! I didn't know Inarizaki had such a cute manager"- Komori, shooting his shot
Honestly, you go king ๐Ÿคด
"Komori- get away from my YN!"- Atsumu, barreling towards you two
"Our- OUR YN idiot"- Osamu following behind
"Hi guys!! ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป "- you, completely oblivious and so freaking cute
Suna comes up from the left and puts his arm around you
"Hi suna!"- You giving him a big hug ๐Ÿซ‚
Please he's smirking over your shoulder at everyone ๐Ÿ˜
"I just met Komori and Sakusa!"- You
"Yeah that's great YN- time to go"- Atsumu glaring ๐Ÿ˜‘
"Whoa man chill"- Komori, hands up ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿป๐Ÿ–๐Ÿป
"Come on YN"- Osamu grabbing your hand
"I'll see you guys later"- you waving ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿป
"No you wont"- Suna
"What?"- You
"Oh nothing-" Suna, the smug asshole
Later, after a day of hard games your boys come in 2nd place at Interhigh
You were seriously crying ๐Ÿ˜ข
I mean, I would be too!
YN, our queen, was crying, screaming and hugging all her boys ๐Ÿฅฐ
At the meeting later that night, you ask the coaches if you can say something
"I- I just wanted to say how proud I am of you guys and to show my appreciation, I made you all foxes with your jersey numbers on them"- you, showing the boys your creation
PLEASE, YN KNITTED THESE BY HAND
Atsumu and Osamu immediately run to you and hug you so tight
Kita, Aran, Omimi and Michinari are all crying ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Ginjima is sleeping with his every single night
And Suna ๐Ÿ‘€
Suna just smiles at his, thinking about how Inarizaki had the best manager in the entire world ๐Ÿฅฐ
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Amazing stuff you write out there. I like how your hc-s are not too long neither too short, your blog definitely deserves more attention ^_^ If you have time and not too much requests on your head could you write headcanons of tbb and their texting styles with their s/o? Like who would be the very formal one and who would write quite lenghty messages lmao. Anyways wish u a great day ๐Ÿ˜ป
Aw thanks! Honestly Iโ€™m surprised since I feel like I write too short (especially on crazy stuff everyone requests haha), but Iโ€™m glad your enjoying my work!
Hm texting stylesโ€ฆsure why not?
Bad Batch x SO Texting
Hunter:
Definitely would be 50/50 on text length. Like most of the time heโ€™ll be short and sweet, but there are moments he canโ€™t help but go full length.
He doesnโ€™t really do memes, but he occasionally sends a quick gif if he canโ€™t text something quick enough.
Emojis heโ€™ll send his SO: ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‡โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ’โญ๏ธ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ–คโค๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿค 
Crosshair:
Heโ€™s definitely one to go for short texts. Itโ€™s rare he will go on and on in length.
Heโ€™ll do memes and gifs a lot, but mainly memes just to spite his brothers / make you laugh. Donโ€™t think if you send any heโ€™ll laughโ€ฆyouโ€™ll never know.
Emojis heโ€™ll send his SO: ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿซต๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฝ๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒนโœจ๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿคจ
Echo:
He loves to do lengthy texts. Heโ€™s a romantic, and while it takes much longer due to cybernetics, heโ€™d rather speak his mind than just something simple. Only time he does simple is if heโ€™s in a rush/on a mission.
Heโ€™s secretly the king of memes and gifs. He did such more with his Domino squad, but while his memory is shaky at times, he has said skills ingrained in him. Crosshair doesnโ€™t believe it.
Emojis heโ€™d send to his SO: ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜‡โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿซก๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿค๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿคท๐Ÿช–๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŸโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿง๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿฉท๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿฆพ
Wrecker:
He loves to text you! Heโ€™s more short text, but he might do a lengthy text if he ever feels like it. Mainly after a tough mission/day.
He loves to sent memes and gifs, like heโ€™ll flood your message board with them.
Emojis heโ€™ll send to his SO: ๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‡โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿซก๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซจ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿซต๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฆ๐ŸŒทโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅโ˜€๏ธ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿ–๐Ÿง๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽ‰๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’žโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‘‹
Tech:
He will try to text you as much as he can when separated. While heโ€™d rather type out in length to you, heโ€™ll most likely do short due to being busy.
Heโ€™s also secretly a genius at memes and gifs. His brothers have been texted one every now and then, but they donโ€™t know the mass amount heโ€™s sent you that make you roll on the floor laughing every time.
Emojis heโ€™ll send to his SO: ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‡โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซก๐Ÿซข๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿž๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ˜โ˜˜๏ธ๐ŸŒบโœจ๐Ÿชโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿจโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ› ๏ธ
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Mfs when they find out autism is a spectrum: ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿฅน๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜Šโ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿซ ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿซก๐Ÿซข๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿซฃ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿซฅ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿซค๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค•๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿค๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๐Ÿค›๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค๐ŸคŒ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿค˜๐ŸคŸ๐ŸซฐโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿซณ๐Ÿซด๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธโœ‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿซฑ๐Ÿซฒ๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ–โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿซต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿซฆ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿซ…๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿคด๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŒ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿซ„๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿซƒ๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿชข๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿช–โ›‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐ŸŽฉ๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ’ผ๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿงณ๐Ÿ‘“๐ŸŒ‚๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿ•ถโค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•โฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’โ™กโ™ฅ๏ธŽโฅโฆโงโ˜™โขเฆแƒšแƒ“แƒฆษžสšเท†แฐ”แฉšแฐ”เฆžเฌ“แœŠแฅซแญก๊จ„เฎแฆ—๐Ÿถ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿป๐Ÿผ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿต๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿท๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ”๐Ÿง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿด๐Ÿ—๐Ÿบ๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿœ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿฆ–๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฆ‚๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿฆ—๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿก๐Ÿ ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿฆ“๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐ŸŠ๐Ÿฆญ๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿ๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŒต๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฟ๐ŸŒด๐Ÿชต๐ŸŒฑ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŽ‹๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชธ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ„๐Ÿชน๐Ÿชบ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿชท๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅโ˜„๏ธโšก๏ธโœจ๐ŸŒŸโญ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒˆโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒคโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒฅโ˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐Ÿ’ง๐Ÿ’จ๐ŸŒฌโ›„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ„๏ธ๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉโ›ˆ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿซงโ˜”๏ธโ˜‚๏ธ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅ’๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐ŸŒฝ๐Ÿฅ•๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿง…๐Ÿง„๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿง€๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅช๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿ•๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ”๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฆช๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿข๐Ÿก๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿตโ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿผ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅ›๐Ÿถ๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿท๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿง‰๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿพโšฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿˆโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿช€๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ›๐Ÿน๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿ‚โ›ท๐ŸŽฟ๐ŸฅŒโ›ธ๐Ÿ›ท๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿ›น๐ŸŽฝ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคบโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ—๐Ÿต๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿ†๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿฉฐ๐ŸŽจ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽง๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽธ๐Ÿช•๐ŸŽป๐ŸŽฒโ™Ÿ๐ŸŽฏ๐ŸŽณ๐ŸŽฎ๐ŸŽฐ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš™๐ŸšŒ๐ŸšŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿšœ๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšš๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐Ÿšƒ๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš‰โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿ›ซโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿ›ณ๐Ÿšข๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ดโš“๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿšงโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿฏ๐ŸŸ๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐ŸŽ โ›ฒ๏ธโ›ฑ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ›–โ›บ๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ—๐Ÿญ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿซ๐Ÿช๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿคโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿž๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒƒ๐ŸŒŒ๐ŸŒ‰๐ŸŒโŒš๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒ๐Ÿ’ปโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ—œ๐Ÿ•น๐Ÿ“น๐ŸŽฅ๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“žโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ•ฐโฐโฒโฑ๐Ÿงญ๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ™๐Ÿ“ปโŒ›๏ธโณ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ›ข๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿชช๐Ÿ’Žโš–๏ธ๐Ÿชœ๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชคโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฉ๐Ÿชšโ›๐Ÿ› โš’๐Ÿ”จโ›“๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿงจ๐Ÿช“๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿบโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿšฌ๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชฌ๐Ÿ’ˆโš—๏ธ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿงน๐ŸŒก๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿช ๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿšฐ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ›Ž๐Ÿงด๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿช’๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช†๐Ÿ–ผ๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿช„๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ‰๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿฎ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿงงโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿชง๐Ÿท๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—ณ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿงท๐Ÿ”—๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“๐Ÿงฎ๐Ÿ“Œโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–Œโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Šโœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸค๐ŸŸฃ๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸข๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸ ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸซโฌ›๏ธโฌœ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโฃ๏ธโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ÿโ˜ฎ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏโœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โ˜ช๏ธโœ๏ธ๐Ÿ›โ›Žโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโš›๏ธ๐Ÿ†”โ™“๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘โ˜ข๏ธ๐Ÿ“ด๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿˆถ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๐Ÿˆบ๐Ÿˆท๏ธโœด๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๐Ÿˆน๐Ÿˆต๐ŸˆดใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿ†š๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๐Ÿ†˜โŒโญ•๏ธ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšทโ™จ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ“›โ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿ”ž๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿšญโ—๏ธโ•โ“โ”โ€ผ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฐโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿšธโš ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ”…โ‰๏ธโ™ป๏ธโœ…๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ’นโ‡๏ธโœณ๏ธโŽ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿˆณ๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ’ค๐ŸŒ€โ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšผโšง๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”คโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ“ถ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ†–๐Ÿ†—๐Ÿ†™๐Ÿ†’๐Ÿ†•๐Ÿ†“0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ9๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”ข#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃโ๏ธโ–ถ๏ธโธโฏโนโบ๐Ÿ”ฝ๐Ÿ”ผโ—€๏ธโฌโซโชโฉโฎโญโžก๏ธโฌ…๏ธโฌ†๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†—๏ธโ†˜๏ธโ†™๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”‚๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”€โคต๏ธโคด๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโ†”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถโž•โž–โž—โœ–๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธ๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ‘โ€๐Ÿ—จยฎ๏ธยฉ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”œใ€ฐ๏ธโžฐโžฟโœ”๏ธโ˜‘๏ธ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”บโ–ซ๏ธโ–ช๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ”ท๐Ÿ”ถ๐Ÿ”น๐Ÿ”ธ๐Ÿ”ปโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธ๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ””โ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™ ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ”•โ™ฆ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐ŸŽด๐Ÿ€„๏ธ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•ฆ๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿณ๏ธ๐Ÿด๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด
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Part-130 *Y/n on patrol with Jason* Y/n: And then they all supported me. ๐Ÿ˜Š Jason: Steph might be our hardcore shipper. ๐Ÿ˜… Y/n: Yeah!! She's too much! ๐Ÿ˜ค Jason: Let's forget about her. What do we do after patrol? ๐Ÿ™ƒ Y/n: She's just... annoying!! ๐Ÿ˜  Jason: ... ๐Ÿ˜ Y/n: Sorry. What were you saying? ๐Ÿ˜ Jason: What do we do tonight? ๐Ÿ˜ Y/n: I don't know. We could eat burgers. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ Jason: ๐Ÿ˜Š Sure! Y/n: ๐Ÿ˜˜ *blow kiss* Jason: ... Y/n: What happened? ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Jason: ๐Ÿฅต Y/n: ๐Ÿ˜
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๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ™‚๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿคฉ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ˜—โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜š๐Ÿ˜™๐Ÿฅฒ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿคช๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค‘๐Ÿค—๐Ÿคญ๐Ÿคซ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค๐Ÿคจ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜ถโ€๐ŸŒซ๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿคฅ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿคค๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ท๐Ÿค’๐Ÿค•๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคฎ๐Ÿคง๐Ÿฅต๐Ÿฅถ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿคฏ๐Ÿค ๐Ÿฅณ๐Ÿฅธ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿค“๐Ÿง๐Ÿ˜•๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ™โ˜น๏ธ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฏ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿฅบ๐Ÿ˜ฆ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜ฐ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ž๐Ÿ˜“๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿฅฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿคฌ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ‘ฟ๐Ÿ’€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฉ๐Ÿคก๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘บ๐Ÿ‘ป๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ˜บ๐Ÿ˜ธ๐Ÿ˜น๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ผ๐Ÿ˜ฝ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ˜ฟ๐Ÿ˜พ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™Š๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’Ÿโฃ๏ธ๐Ÿ’”โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉนโค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’œ๐ŸคŽ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ’ข๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ’ฆ๐Ÿ’จ๐Ÿ•ณ๐Ÿ’ฃ๐Ÿ’ฌ๐Ÿ—จ๐Ÿ—ฏ๐Ÿ’ญ๐Ÿ’คโ˜ป๏ธ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿคš๐Ÿ–โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ––๐Ÿ‘Œ๐ŸคŒ๐ŸคโœŒ๏ธ๐Ÿคž๐ŸคŸ๐Ÿค˜๐Ÿค™๐Ÿ‘ˆ๐Ÿ‘‰๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿ–•๐Ÿ‘‡โ˜๏ธ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘ŽโœŠ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿค›๐Ÿคœ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ™Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿคฒ๐Ÿค๐Ÿ™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ’…๐Ÿคณ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿฆพ๐Ÿฆฟ๐Ÿฆต๐Ÿฆถ๐Ÿ‘‚๐Ÿฆป๐Ÿ‘ƒ๐Ÿง ๐Ÿซ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆท๐Ÿฆด๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘…๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘ถ๐Ÿง’๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘ฑ๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿง”๐Ÿง”โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง”โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฐ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฑ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฒ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฑโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ด๐Ÿ‘ต๐Ÿง“๐Ÿ™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™Žโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™…โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ’โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš•๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿซ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โš–๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŒพ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽค๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿ‘จโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿง‘โ€โœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿš’๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฎ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ•ตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ•ต๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‚๐Ÿฅท๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ทโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ท๐Ÿคด๐Ÿ‘ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ณ๐Ÿ‘ฒ๐Ÿง•๐Ÿคตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคต๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฐ๐Ÿคฐ๐Ÿคฑ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘ผ๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿคถ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿฆนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿฆน๐Ÿง™โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง™โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง™๐Ÿงšโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงš๐Ÿง›โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง›โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง›๐Ÿงœโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงœโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงœ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐Ÿงžโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงžโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿงž๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŸ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’†โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’†๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ’‡๐Ÿšถโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšถโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšถ๐Ÿงโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง๐ŸงŽโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸงŽโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸงŽ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿƒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ•บ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ•ด๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฏ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง–โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง–๐Ÿง—โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง—โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง—๐Ÿคบ๐Ÿ‡โ›ท๏ธ๐Ÿ‚๐ŸŒโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŒโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ„โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšฃโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšฃ๐ŸŠโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐ŸŠโ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŠโ›น๏ธโ€โ™‚๏ธโ›น๏ธโ€โ™€๏ธโ›น๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿšดโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšดโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšด๐Ÿšตโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿšตโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿšต๐Ÿคธโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคธโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคผ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคฝโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฝ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคพโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคพ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿคนโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคน๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿง˜โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿง˜๐Ÿ›€๐Ÿ›Œ๐Ÿ‘ฌ๐Ÿ‘ซ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿง‘โ€๐Ÿคโ€๐Ÿง‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’‹โ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ‘จโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘จ๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉ๐Ÿ’‘๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๐Ÿ‘ค๐Ÿ‘ฅ๏ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ‘ฃ๐Ÿต๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆง๐Ÿถ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿฆฎ๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿบ๐ŸฆŠ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿˆโ€โฌ›๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ†๐Ÿด๐ŸŽ๐Ÿฆ„๐Ÿฆ“๐ŸฆŒ๐Ÿฆฌ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿท๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฆ™๐Ÿฆ’๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿฆฃ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ›๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿน๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿฆซ๐Ÿฆ”๐Ÿฆ‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿจ๐Ÿปโ€โ„๏ธ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฆฅ๐Ÿฆฆ๐Ÿฆจ๐Ÿฆ˜๐Ÿฆก๐Ÿพ๐Ÿฆƒ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ“๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿฆ…๐Ÿฆ†๐Ÿฆข๐Ÿฆ‰๐Ÿฆค๐Ÿชถ๐Ÿฆฉ๐Ÿฆš๐Ÿฆœ๐Ÿธ๐ŸŠ๐Ÿข๐ŸฆŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿฆ–๐Ÿณ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿฆญ๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿฆˆ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฆ€๐Ÿฆž๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿฆ‘๐Ÿš๐ŸŒ๐Ÿฆ‹๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿชฒ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฆ—๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿชณ๐Ÿ•ธ๐Ÿฆ‚๐ŸฆŸ๐Ÿชฐ๐Ÿชฑ๐Ÿฆ ๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ฎ๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐Ÿฅ€๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒทโš˜๏ธ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿชด๐ŸŒฒ๐ŸŒณ๐ŸŒด๐ŸŒต๐ŸŒพ๐ŸŒฟโ˜˜๏ธ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŠ๐Ÿ‹๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ๐Ÿฅญ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿšƒ๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›ฃ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพ๐Ÿฅฟโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๐Ÿ”…๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›๏ธโฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐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that is every emoji) (yes this did take a long time) (you were the one who asked for chaotic asks)
This my favorite <3
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pezpenser205 ยท 6 months
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really getting into using the suggested emojis in my autocomplete suggestions until they stop โœ‹๏ธ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ช showing up or repeat ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ™ƒ themselves
how๐Ÿค”โ“๏ธlong do you think๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ’ญ i could do this before it ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜„ gets really ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ annoying ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿค” ? we're gonna find out
#op
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meowzfordayz ยท 1 year
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when you grab their chest โ€” akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen
Authorโ€™s Note: pardon the ridiculously long title. ๐Ÿฅด๐Ÿ˜‚ โ€œFem!Readerโ€ applies to Tengen only.
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when you grab their chest โ€” akaza, douma, muzan, kyojuro, giyuu, tengen
Akaza x Reader, Douma x Reader, Muzan x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~900
CW: dark humor, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content
Suggestion Fulfilled: I have a request๐Ÿ˜ค I recently read a certain ass slapping fic which I adored could you do a similar fic with the same characters +giyu and Douma with the reader coming up from behind the and squeezing their man tiddies
~faqs~
I 100% wouldโ€™ve used MAN TIDDIES in my title, but figured Tumblr would hide this post from tags if I did, so I went w/ โ€œchestโ€ instead ๐Ÿ˜†
Also, some of these are canon compliant โ€” Muzan, Kyojuro, Giyuu
While others are set in modern au (alternate universe; modern setting) โ€” Akaza, Douma, Tengen
AKAZA
Immediately tenses
#noice ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜Ž after all, the man is ripped
The more Akaza tenses, the more you wanna squish
Except, itโ€™s kinda hard to squish pure, flexed muscle ?? ๐Ÿ˜”
โ€œAkaza, my love, could you relax?โ€ ๐Ÿฅบ
Heโ€™s still confused, but my love automatically has him at your beck and call, so-
He relaxes
*gleeful squeal* ๐Ÿ˜ *squish squish* ๐Ÿ˜
Aaand heโ€™s tensed again
If you actually take the time to explain yourself, then heโ€™ll be absolutely embarrassed flattered
Lowkey decides to do an extra 100 push ups daily, just bc heโ€™s so darn in love w/ you ๐Ÿ˜ญ
DOUMA
Doumaโ€™s been waiting all his life for you to grab his moobs
So like
Heโ€™s one happy camper !!!!! ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿฅณ
โ€œall his lifeโ€ = since he met you
As for โ€œmoobsโ€? I had to, just once ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
Slowly flexes them so he can hear your amazed gasp ๐Ÿ˜
โ€œAre you drooling?โ€ he smirks
โ€œFuck off,โ€ you scowl
You try to withdraw your hands to wipe away your incriminating drool ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿคค
But he doesnโ€™t let you ๐Ÿคช
He squeezes your wrists, grinning widely to himself, โ€œDonโ€™t leave me.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‡
โ€œBut Iโ€™m done,โ€ you grumble, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades (youโ€™ve already accepted your fate ๐Ÿค )
โ€œIโ€™m not,โ€ he retorts, โ€œNot even close.โ€ ๐Ÿค—
Translation? Douma wants you to massage his pectorals
#pretty pls and ty
MUZAN
Once again, Iโ€™m presuming youโ€™re a demon, and Muzanโ€™s immediate reaction is to slice off your hands ๐Ÿ’€
Thank gosh for regeneration! ๐Ÿ˜ฎโ€๐Ÿ’จ
Youโ€™ve gotta quit surprising him ๐Ÿคช
I mean
Yeah
He enjoys when you touch him ๐Ÿ˜…
BUT, he has a reputation to uphold, and being startled by your random displays of physical attention doesnโ€™t exactly help ๐Ÿ™ƒ
The implication that he lets his guard down w/ you (bc how else could you ever hope to genuinely startle him?) is making me feel things ๐Ÿ˜ญ
โ€œDo that again, and I wonโ€™t be so forgiving.โ€
The faint dip between his brows has you thinking otherwise ๐Ÿคญ
โ€œWhat if I ask first?โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‰
Youโ€™re treading on thin ice ๐Ÿ˜ฌ
His eyes flash, โ€œPardon?โ€
Good thing heโ€™s close to cracking too ๐Ÿ˜Œ
โ€œIf I ask to touch you?โ€
Iโ€™ll kill you โ€œYou wouldnโ€™t.โ€
WeLp
He didnโ€™t say No ๐Ÿค—
(obvi consentโ€™s a must, but in this specific context mutual flirtationโ€™s strongly implied and also itโ€™s literally Muzan)
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โ€œOh!โ€ <โ€” Kyojuro exclaims, cheerful as ever โ˜บ๏ธ
โ€œHello there,โ€ he chuckles, smiling at the feeling of your body pressed against his back, โ€œAre you checking something?โ€
โ€œMhm,โ€ you grin, โ€œTheyโ€™re still here!โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‡
โ€œMy pectorals?โ€ his head tilts, โ€œOf course they are?!โ€
Heโ€™s ~a little oblivious, okay? ๐Ÿ˜ƒ
โ€œHow about you hug me from the front?โ€ he suggests gently, โ€œThat way I get to hug you too!โ€
๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Heโ€™s so precious
How could you refuse?????
Spoiler alert: you canโ€™t
GIVE THE MAN HIS HUG ๐Ÿฅบโค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
Spoiler alert: you give Kyojuro his hug, and it is very cozy ๐Ÿฅฐ
A tad sweaty + suffocating, but you wouldnโ€™t trade it for the world ๐Ÿฅบ
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Shocked ๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ
Giyuuโ€™s inner monologue: ????? What? Is? This?
Giyuuโ€™s outer dialogue: *still as stone*
โ€œGiyuu?โ€ you immediately remove your hands, scurrying to his front side, head tilted w/ concern, โ€œIโ€™m sorry, I didnโ€™t mean to make you uncomfort-โ€ ๐Ÿ˜•
โ€œYou didnโ€™t,โ€ he interrupts quietly, finally grasping his bearings, โ€œIt wasโ€ฆโ€ aaand now heโ€™s blushing, โ€œ... nice.โ€ ๐Ÿฅบโ˜บ๏ธ
Your nose scrunches, relief relaxing your shoulders as you nod sheepishly, โ€œIโ€™m glad I didnโ€™t freak you out too much.โ€
โ€œMhm,โ€ he smiles reassuringly, โ€œYou freaked me out,โ€ gently guiding your palms back to his chest, โ€œBut not too much,โ€ winking shyly at you, โ€œThe perfect amount, in fact.โ€
HELP !!!!! CAN YOU JUST CAN Iย  FWIBEIUVLNSOUEJGBWO;GNS
Suave, sexy, knows-what-he-wants, isnโ€™t-afraid-to-tell-you, will-even-go-after-it-himself Giyuu has entered the chat
AnD I AM HERE FOR IT ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’˜
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LOUD LAUGHTER
You can feel it through his tiddies ๐Ÿ˜†
โ€œEnvious, my dear?โ€ ๐Ÿ˜‰
Okay
Presumptuous much? ๐Ÿ˜’
But alllso ๐Ÿ™„
โ€œIf you could shareโ€ฆโ€ you pout, โ€œGimme just a lil?โ€ ๐Ÿค—
โ€œYouโ€™re welcome to work out with me,โ€ he chuckles fondly, flexing for you, โ€œThese could totally be yours!โ€
You sigh, โ€œTengen, pectorals and breasts arenโ€™t the same thing.โ€
โ€œI know that,โ€ he shrugs, patting your knuckles reassuringly, โ€œYour breasts are perfect, and Iโ€™m happy to coach you and your pectorals if you so desire.โ€
You decide to test the waters ๐ŸŒŠ
โ€œWhat if my pectorals get bigger than yours?โ€ ๐Ÿ˜
Tengen immediately drowns you ๐ŸŒŠ๐Ÿ’€
โ€œNot a chance.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜
And then he tacks on, a tad nicer, โ€œBut you could certainly get very big pectorals.โ€ โ˜บ๏ธ
โ€œJust not bigger than yours,โ€ you grin ๐Ÿ˜
He nods grimly, โ€œMy ego would pop.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜”
โ€œAnd that would be tragic.โ€ โ˜น๏ธ
โ€œIndeed,โ€ he squeezes your hands (which remain splayed across his chest), still basking in your touch, โ€œI appreciate your understanding.โ€ ๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿฅฐ
(fyi, if your pectorals did get bigger than Tengenโ€™s, then heโ€™d: survive, be super proud of you, and beg to know your workout regimen)
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