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safaristylez · 2 months

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erm old art that i dont really like but old hms mermaid au with the most batshit insane lore from like august or september 2023

revamping this au becaus ?! i wanna

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mooncalf87 · 2 months

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An AU where Rosie also fights alongside her cannibals and gets badly injured and Alastor is NOT HAVING IT and goes absolutely fucking ballistic to protect his girl <3 I love them so much my besties

#THIS IS PALTONIC #ALERY ALERT ITS PLATONIC #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #the radio demon #cannibal rosie #i love rosie #rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie and alastor #rosie the overlord

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sophica1 · 11 days

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At an overlords meeting:

*Alastor and Rosie being besties*

Vox, irritated: oh would you stop it already, everybody knows she pegs you anyway

Alastor: huh

Rosie: *gasps* you shouldn't say things like that!

Alastor, confused: wait, wha- why what did he said?

Rosie: *whispers* don't worry I'll tell you later

Both looking disappointingly at Vox (Alastor doesn't know why)

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afictionaladventure16 · 6 months

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With build a home can we get like reader comes home from school upset and finds her mom isn’t home but then Pedro is home but she doesn’t wanna burden him but it ends in them having a movie night and falling asleep on the couch please

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To Build A Home Pt. III (Pedro Pascal x Teen!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

A/N: Looooove this request!! Hope you enjoy it!! Requests for To Build a Home are open! send them in!!

Summary: Your past comes back to haunt you. You go home in hopes to find comfort in your mother but you are met with Pedro who tries his best to be there for you in dark times marking the beginning of a movement within you.

Word Count: 3,014

Warnings: Mentions of stalking

Waiting for time to go by was excruciating. The second hand on the clock moved slower the longer you stared at it, it was as if it knew you were anxious to leave this place; anxious to join the outside world and it liked the anxiety it got from you.

You let out a deep sigh as you shifted in your chair, you had zoned in and out of today's lecture about World War II. Your history teachers had a voice that could easily be drowned out by any noise. He had no enthusiasm for any subject he taught and it showed.

You directed your attention to your best friend who sat next to you, they had been doodling in their notepad for the past twenty minutes. You knew if your teacher had called on either one of you right now you’d be doomed.

The sound of the bell ringing startled you, and you jumped in your seat. Your best friend caught sight of it and giggled, “Jesus,” you muttered under your breath as you packed up your backpack.

“We still good for tomorrow?” They ask. You both walked out of the classroom and into the hallway.

“I don’t know, my mom is still pretty pissed at me from the other day,” you commented.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” they muttered. “How is all that going anyway?”

You shrugged, since the day Pedro took you to the aquarium a week ago, you had only seen him twice. He came over once to take your mother out on a date and for drinks after and he came over another time to cook dinner for your mother. Even though, he said he was making dinner for both you and your mother, you had found a way out of it. Luckily, you already had plans that night to go study with a group from class. You could tell he was trying to keep his distance, trying to respect the boundaries you have silently made. You respected that. You just weren’t sure how you felt about him still.

Your mother, on the other hand, was angry with you. Angry that you were not being so easy on him and you were angry with her. Hoping she’d be more understanding with the situation. After everything the two of you had been through, you had hoped that she would be the most understanding out of everyone.

“He’s okay,” you finally commented.

“Just okay?”

“I mean, what am I supposed to compare him to?” You sighed, “I don’t know him well enough to say he’s better than my dad or that he’s the best boyfriend my mother has ever had. So, he’s okay.” Okay was going to have be enough. For now. You were scared to say that he was great when in fact he wasn’t. Or to say that he was the worst person ever when he was a sweetheart deep down inside. His being an actor wasn’t adding to the equation. Every site you looked at, trying to find some type of dirt on the man always had something amazing to say. There was no way he was just Pedro. There had to be something.

They gave you a nod, “I think any man would be better than your dad.”

You shrugged, “I doubt that.”

You had reached the front entrance of the school building, where parents picked up their kids and where some waited for the school bus. Your best friend scanned the cars, smiling as they spotted their dad waving at them, you couldn’t help but feel envious of her. They had an amazing dad that was always there for them, one that really cared for them and protected them. You looked around, hoping that you could spot a familiar face. Yes, you had a loving mother who was always there for you, but you were repeatedly missing something.

“Let me know about tomorrow, yeah?” They said as they began walking away. You gave them a nod before waving them off. Watching as they hugged their dad inside the car, what you’d give to have something like that.

You began your walk home. It was only a twenty-minute walk and you enjoyed being able to listen to music on your walk home. Just because you listened to music on your walk home didn’t mean you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings though. You were aware of the things that were happening around you, the cars that passed by, the people you saw, and where exactly you were walking.

Meaning, that you noticed one car pass by you three times already within your walk. Immediately, you took note of the color of the car and model, hoping that maybe it was just a coincidence that you saw the exact same car three times, but it was hard to miss the big dent on the rear bumper. You doubted that there were three cars that were the exact same color, same model, with the same dent on the rear bumper that passed you all within five minutes of your twenty-minute walk.

Feeling your heart beginning to race, you picked up the pace. You glanced behind you to see the car had pulled over, you could see that there was only one person in the car. The car inched closer, giving you a better look at who was driving.

Your eyes widened when you realized who it was. Your father. He knew that you realized who he was, he put the car in park and got out of the car.

“Y/N, sweetie,” he smiled.

Don’t stop, you thought to yourself. You could hear him grunt as you continued walking down the sidewalk. Hearing the sound of the car door slamming caused you to jump slightly, you could hear the engine roaring to catch up. He slowly drove next to you, rolling down the window.

“Sweetie, please,” he began, “how about we go for a drive and talk? Just like we used to.”

“I’m not supposed to talk to you,” you hissed as you kept your eyes forward, continuing with your walk.

“Look, sweetie, the restraining order is just a piece of paper, it’s not going to keep me away from seeing my daughter. Just get in the car.”

Your house was only a few blocks away, you could run it, but running it would risk him knowing where you lived. You needed a plan and you needed one fast. There were only a few options, run back to the school and seek help there; which was the most logical and sane option. Or you run and try to lose him.

Running back to the school did have its risks with it now being further away than your house.

“I miss you, sweetie,” He called out. “I need to see you and I can’t just let some piece of paper get in the way of that! Look, I’m sorry for everything that has happened but I’ve changed!”

It was always the same exact thing. The same exact words that lost meaning years ago, but they still brought you anger.

“Go away!” You yelled before sprinting down an alley. It probably wasn’t the best choice, but you knew this alley led to a small walkway towards your street and you knew this was probably your best bet in losing your father. Once you saw the street ahead of you, you stopped to make sure you couldn’t see his car before darting across the street to your house.

Swiftly, you pulled your backpack off your shoulders before fumbling inside the pockets looking for your house keys. From the distance, you could hear a low rumble of the engine making its way down the street. “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself. Heart racing as you swore to yourself that you left your keys in the small front pocket of your backpack that was full of pencils, erasers, and random pieces of paper. You could hear the small jingle of the keys being pushed around, letting out a sigh as you felt them against your fingers. Pulling them out of your backpack and unlocking the door as quickly as you could, you made it inside just before your father's car made it past your house.

Locking the door behind you, you ran into the living room, “Mom?!” you yelled in a panic. “Please be home,” you mumbled as tears began to fill your eyes, you ran up the stairs, “Mom!?”

Down the hall, in your mother's room, Pedro heard the door slam shut. For a second, he thought that maybe Yesenia's meeting had been canceled, which would’ve ruined his surprise for her. He let out a deep sigh, thinking that he could come up with some excuse as to what he was doing, maybe find something for her to do downstairs for the next hour. He got up from his position next to the pile of pieces of wood on the floor and made his way towards the door.

“Mom!?” He heard a voice yell throughout the house, his hand stopped just before he grabbed the doorknob. Thankful that it wasn’t Yesenia, but now he was filled with anxiety. Does he go out there and greet you or stay inside the room? Staying inside the room would probably be the worst thing to do, but he knew you didn’t like him all that much and he wanted to give you the space you needed. Pedro shook his head, he needed to at least let you know that he was in the house. He let out a deep sigh before turning the knob and opening the door.

“Mom?!” Pedro's heart began to race, something was wrong. He could hear the panic in your voice, and he quickly stepped out of the room. He could see you making your way up the stairs.

“Hey, Y/n!” He said in a soft tone, you jumped a little as you got to the top of the stairs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Is my mom here?” you asked anxiously as your eyes darted around the house.

Pedro took in how wide your eyes were and how pitched your voice sounded. “N-no, she had an emergency meeting at work, she won’t be back for a while.” You took in a deep breath as your hands shook, reaching for your phone in your back pocket. “If you’re trying to call her, it won’t help that she left her phone here.”

“Fuck,” you muttered. You lifted your hands up to your head, taking in deep breaths to control your breathing. Pedro noticed your knuckles go white from gripping your phone, the way you appeared to struggle to catch your breath. He knew what was happening all too well.

“Y/N?” He softly said as he took a step closer to you. You took a step back.

“I-I,” you took in another deep breath, and you began to fumble with your hands.

Pedro took a few more steps until you were directly in front of him, taking hold of your hands, “breathe with me,” he instructed. Taking in a deep breath and holding it, you followed. “And out,” he let out his deep breath, he led you in taking a few more deep breaths before helping you down the stairs and into the living room.

You took a seat on the couch, panic still trying to make its way in. Pedro took a seat next to you, he noticed your eyes darting around, “hey, hey,” he tried to catch your attention. “Deep breath,” he coached you through another deep breath.

Everything you had thought about Pedro went out the window. Yes, you thought there had to be something wrong with the man, something that no one knows about. A dark history of some kind, but when he knew exactly what to do without asking, at that very moment, you thought maybe there wasn’t.

Hesitantly, Pedro pulled you into an embrace, holding you just enough for you to stop trembling. He didn’t ask if you wanted to talk or if you were okay, and for you, it was what you needed. You allowed yourself to be okay in his presence, to feel safe. Slowly you wrapped your arms around his waist.

Pedro wanted to jump up and down with joy but he remained calm, gently rubbing circles on your back until you had fully calmed down. The two of you remained in silence for about fifteen minutes, you felt your heart slowly regain its normal pace and your breathing began to normalize.

“You ready to talk?” Pedro asked softly.

You let go of the embrace, tears brimming your eyes once again. “I saw him today.”

Pedro didn’t have to ask who you saw, he just knew by the way fear took over your eyes earlier. He knew it was a touchy subject, a subject that he didn’t know you would talk to him about.

“H-he was at my school waiting for me,” A tear made its way down your cheek.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Pedro suggested.

“Please don’t let him get me,” you pleaded as you looked over at Pedro. “Please.”

Pedro’s heart broke into pieces, the terror that man had put in you, if it were up to Pedro that man would never see the light of day. Pedro placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, “I won’t.” He let out a sigh, “how close did he get?” Pedro asked. He knew the terms of the restraining order that was held against your father, knowing that if he got within 40 feet he could go to jail.

You shrugged, “it was close,” you sniffled.

Pedro sighed, he knew that what you needed to do right now was calm down. He wanted to call the police right away and get the man arrested, but he knew that that was probably not the best way for Yesenia to come home. Once Yesenia came home, he’d speak to her and they’d call the police, but for now, he had other things that needed his attention.

“how about we watch a movie?” He grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you finally said. You weren’t expecting Pedro to just stop everything and be there for you. If anything, you expected him to go back to whatever it was he was doing, leaving you alone to panic. If it were any other person, they probably would’ve done just that.

Pedro looked at you puzzled, “I-I–”

“I don’t get it,” you began, “You come in here and you act like you truly love my mother and I treat you so horribly. I do everything I can to get you to run for the hills but you’re still here. You even dealt with our mess and you’re still here.” You got up from the couch, “So why are you still here? Why do you put up with it?

He placed the remote back down, “If I’m being honest… I don’t know. I have this immense love for your mother and I… I just can’t explain it. I’d like to be there for you if you’ll allow me to. I know I can never replace your father nor will I ever be like a father to you because you may not allow it, but I would like to be a part of you and your mother's life in one way or another.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand.”

“You don't have to,” he got up from his spot on the couch.

Tears welled up in your eyes, “this is new to me.”

“It’s new to me too.”

“It’s gonna be hard for me.” He nods, “I can’t promise anything.”

“I’m not asking you to,” he said softly.

“Alright.” You wanted to believe that you weren’t doing this for him, you were doing it for your mother. Seeing how much joy he brought her made you happy and that should be enough, right? Right. Yet, it was hard for it to just be enough. It was hard to let someone in after years of trauma, but if your mother could do it… then maybe so could you.

“Movie?” He asked again as he sat back down on the couch.

You gave him a nod, taking the spot next to him. “I hear Paddington 2 is a good movie,” you commented.

Pedro couldn’t help but chuckle, “But we have to start with the first Paddington.”

Hours later, Yesenia walked into the house. Exhausted from the long meeting and anxious to see how many missed calls she had on her phone. She made her way to the living room, spotting Pedro a smile formed on her lips, “surprised to see you her-” she stopped mid-sentence as Pedro immediately shushed her. She walked around the couch, her eyes beaming as she saw her daughter laying her head on Pedro’s lap.

“She fell asleep halfway through Paddington 2, that was like two hours ago. I haven’t had the heart to wake her,” Pedro whispered. He gently combed your hair with his hands.

Yesenia sat on the coffee table in front of them, “want me to wake her?”

Pedro shook his head, “She’s had a bad day, let her rest.” He then looked up at Yesenia, “Her father was waiting for her at her school, I was waiting for you to come home so we could handle it.”

Yesenia’s heart dropped, this was one of her worst fears. “I’m sorry you have to deal with our drama, Pedro. I understand if-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” he immediately responded. “I don’t want to break up, I don’t see that happening anytime in the future.” He sighed, “I can help.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“I’m offering,” he looked down at you before looking back up at Yesenia, “let me help.”

As much as Yesenia wanted to decline his offer, she knew she couldn’t do this alone again. She didn’t have it in her anymore, she needed the help. “Alright.”

Pedro Pascal Taglist: @Sophieelizabeth01 @tracynooks @cilliansangel @change-the-world-someday @graciegoeskrazy @oggystine93 @t-stark35 @twkobii @picklehat3r @welcometomyworldwithoutrules @white-wolf-buckaroo @steadydragongalaxy @rooting4theantihero @soupinasock @tracysnook @ilovehotdadsandshit @dzaga890 @marantha @emmasauger @marysucks-blog @pcotato @scrappybear89 @dlwrish @what-ever-man213 @boiohboii @drowning-in-paragraphs @stoneredsword @xmurph7 @sleepylunarwolf @glossy01 @aot-task141-lover @uwiuwi

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wifey-ohara · 9 months

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Hobie Brown & Younger Sibling!Reader

Thought of these while washing the dishes

Gen: some angst/fluff

A/n: idk if he he ran away or got kicked out, so i did both, and i made the spider bite hurtful asf (i did sreach for both but i didnt get clear answers)

💙You two have the same mother, just different father.

🩵you're 2-3 years younger than him.

💙calls you, kid/lil'one/trouble that sort of thing.

🩵both cried over math homework together, now he just burns them over the stove.

💙bad family, so you two both kinda teamed up to protect one another.

🩵School was a game for both of you, if you had one big school from elementry/primary to high school, he would definitely flunk off, come to your class, stand at the door and calls for you saying stuff like "this is useless, n' y'know it get ova'ere" till the teacher closes the door.

💙If each school level is separate, he'd also flunk off comes to your school under your class's window and either have boards in which he writes the most random thing as you try not to laugh, or he'll yell the same sentences from above.

🩵if he ran away, he would come to you and tell you his plan, how much he loves you, and he'll try to keep on touch with you and meet you from time to time.

💙you refused to let him go, he was your brother, your best friend, your everything, so you decided to go with him.

🩵he tried to get you to stay, but then again he didn't have room to argue about it seeing that he's running as well.

💙if he got kicked out, you'd cause hectic in the house and leave.

🩵when you find him, he's shocked, also tries to get to return back home, he's more persistent this time, but you tell him it's home without you in it, to which he tears up, try to hide it bc obviously, and give you a tight hug, which you return.

💙he has his guitar, you have your beautiful voice.

🩵you often feature in his concerts.

💙once you sang "brother" by to him in a concert, and he almost cried right then and there (i wanna write a fic/drabble about it).

🩵you droped out of high school and started doing jobs, same for him.

💙and then the spider bit him.

🩵you weren't there when it happened, but you arrived shortly after.

💙you just held him to your chest as he screamed, cried and kicked from the pain of the bite, arms tight around himself (brabble-able).

🩵you sang him to sleep that night and a few nights after.

💙he was so scared that he'd hurt you and tried to push you away and even go back home, so lots of comfort.

🩵And then when he started fighting crime, he used the custom you drew him.

💙you help sometimes, he'll let you climb his back as he swings around, beating up bitches left and right.

🩵He bought you a double blade backpack.

💙so now he has his axe and you have your blades.

🩵he cusses and swears alot, you don't, and you actually lecture and scold him about it.

💙when the spider society tried to get him to join them, he refused to go anywhere without you, and threatened and attacked many spider people whenever they mentioned leaving you behind.

🩵miguel deemed you useful as you two usually work together and accepted hobie's condition of bringing you along.

💙turned out you were tech-smart and you helped alot around miguel's lab.

🩵you made adjustments to make you more useful to hobie on missions, to for hobie too.

💙you're now the tech-hero.

🩵tech-hero and spider-punk? Un-beatable!

💙you two are very, very close.

🩵your rooms are a wall apart, and contacted by the bathroom.

💙in-home concerts are almost a daily thing now.

🩵you two communicate your feelings alot by music.

💙once he wrote a song for you and one of lines were "i swear I'd die for you, little one" and you ignored him the whole day.

🩵when asked what's up, you broke down crying saying that you wouldn't want him to die, especially for you.

💙it became "i swore I'd live for you and i will".

🩵that became your reassuring phase.

💙as in physical reassuring, an arm over the other's shoulder + two squeezes means "I'm here for you", putting your hand over his + a squeeze means "back at you".

🩵then miles showed up..

💙you of course were on your brother's side, using your tech to help miles.

🩵you learnt, healing amd medical stuff just in case your brother got hurt.

💙after all of that, and rejoining the spider society, your lives returned to a normal rhythm,, somewhat, as normal as to hero siblings could get it to normal.

🩵you and hobie became friends with the other teens.

💙you'd have sleepovers with them, where you and hobie sing for them.

🩵you two annoy miguel to no end by pulling pranks.

💙hobie scares anyone that tries flirting or get with you, it pisses you off.

💙but if it's unwanted, he will hurt them.

🩵if anyone touches you, he'd cut their arm off.

💙you tease him about his love life, but if you sense the tiniest bit of a red flag from them, you'd take him to the side and tell him.

🩵he'll leave that person the moment he returns.

💙If your hair is long enough braids/locs/dreads all the time.

🩵if not then he'll play with your hair till you sleep, in return you'd sing him to sleep.

💙show binge nights all the time.

🩵happy life all around now:)).

A/N2: this turned out longer than expected! But i love it<33,Imma start writing either miguel&teen!Reader Angst hcs or ben&child!Reader angst fluff hcs

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #gn reader #sibling reader #platonic #Paltonic reader

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lilac-hecox · 3 months

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Schmoopy on main: @xxmoonch1ldxx and I watch ian and anthony releases together and laugh and have fun and I wish we could have a real sleepover and cuddle platonically and laugh and be besties 😭😭😭

#viktor is the moon to my sun #friendship #long distance best friends #paltonic soulmates #my moon #🌙

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beloved-ranger · 2 months

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I really wish bg3 was a little less romance geared. You get all these scenes and bond strengthening when romancing, but there’s nothing like that for the friendships. Characters get less visible growth, you don’t ever really get close to any of them, and it just feels so flat. The only friendship scenes I can think of are the Astarion and Obladra aftermath one, and the patch 6 hug Shadowheart scene, maybe you could say the Gale book of nether scene? But apart from the Shadowheart one they’re all just conversations.

I still like the romance scenes, and I still think they’re great. However, you don’t really get to know know the characters unless you’re romancing them. I don’t mean that as in “I don’t see any of the romance specific stuff,” but I mean that as in I have no insight on any of these people without them. You just don’t get to know the characters’ personalities or drives that much. When you get to know them better there’s nothing that changes, save them asking for romance, a different greeting (for some characters), or maybe them opening up about something. But those all happen in act 1 generally, there’s nothing really past it.

If I have max approval with Gale, nothing happens. There’s no change or feeling that our relationship is any different than when we meet. Idk.

To be clear this isn’t a “larian should actually add this to the game,” thing. Larian needs to stop adding and making these story altering changes to the game, it’s getting ridiculous and it’s only making the game worse. This is supposed to be a one and done critique for what I would’ve liked to have scene. Let’s be clear on the past tense of that sentence. Just make actual content for Wyll and stop making him a side character, stop undermining characters because people think they’re annoying, stop changing the game so much, and then remember this is supposed to be full release. I can write fan fic.

#the games allowed to be horny. but it has to remember to be more than horny. or rather Larian does #I’m not here for a dating sim. bg3 shouldn’t be a dating sim.#bg3 #the disparity between romances and friendships in this game is baffling #I can think of worse games that balanced that out better #I geuss now I’m writing fan fic about friendships and paltonic relationships for this game because I’m going to create what I want to see #(instead of sucking off larian for it. no seriously guys y’all have got to get better at drawing the line between what larian should and s #shouldn’t do)

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thepussyoffanf · 6 months

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There should be more platonic x readers.. Gotta do everything myself *whips out a pen*

#willrant #why here? because im craving a paltonic x reader with animatronics form fnaf #goddammit im slowly understanding in full the writer struggle the number of wips keeps growing

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elle-smells · 7 months

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yesterday i was telling my friend about how i can be a touchy person w friends. i mean i will put my arms around their shoulders and touch arms almost subconsciously at this point. and while i know its all purely platonic as soon as i hear they´re in a relationship i almost get freaked out and get super in my head about what it all looks like?? lmao. like i´ve heard stories of girlfriends getting mad and i just...don´t want to give anyone any reason to think i´m disrespecting them or whatever idk

is that like. reasonable? ksjdajd or am i being ridiculous

#i just out my arm around my friend. remembered he has a girlfriend and immediately pulled back liek WHAT #I know its paltonic idk why i get so freaked out

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ilargeicontradictmiself · 2 years

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Yeah, when they bring in a new love interest for buck and all the "three couches and three relationships" , "new situations by people he never saw coming" points yall have made come back to bite you in the ass, then what.

#911 fox #thank god i love them both romantic and paltonic because it would hurt like a bitch had i put all my eggs on that basket #not to gloat or anything

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coolladydot · 7 months

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O femeie nu are nevoie de multe haine pentru a fi frumoasă, ea are nevoie doar de imaginație!

Fiecare dintre noi își dorește să arate cât mai bine, să atragă privirile, dar și să se simtă confortabil și chiar reprezentat(ă) de ceea ce poartă. Fiecare sezon vine cu provocările sale, dar și cu oportunități noi de a da un suflu nou garderobei și de a exterioriza acea nouă trăsătură a personalității noastre pe care am actualizat-o între timp. Eleganță prin simplitate Ceea ce vreau să…

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booticro · 1 year

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Husa pentru haine o solutie excelenta pentru persoanele care calatoresc si cei care vor sa isi depoziteze hainele in conditii optime. Husa este fabricata din poliester, are deschizatura pentru umeras si se inchide cu fermoar.

#husa haine #husa protectie costum #husa protectie haine #husa protectie palton

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shopbutic · 1 year

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Paltoane dama elegante si stilate.Hainele de toamnă și paltoanele pentru femei sunt obiectele vestimentare indispensabile pentru garderoba fiecărei doamne care se respectă.

Reprezentante ale eleganței atemporale, clasicele paltoane pentru femei, au ținut pasul cu vremurile și s-au adaptat tendințelor moderne, păstrându-și totodată rafinamentul care le-a consacrat de la începuturi.

Un palton de iarnă asigură prestanță, te protejează de frig, rezistă la uzură și își menține locul ani întregi în garderobă. Eleganța nu se demodează niciodată, tocmai de aceea paltoanele rămân în top permanent.

Bunul gust și impresia pe care o creează paltoanele, sunt dublate de avantajul utilității practice. Paltoanele sunt foarte adaptabile: în funcție de sezon, modă actuală și chiar stilul de viață a celei care le poartă.

Chiar dacă ești genul de femeie sportivă, un palton cu glugă reglabilă și umplutură de pene și puf, te va cuceri în orice anotimp.

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robin-buck1ey · 2 years

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