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( كل ثلاثاء انزل فصلين )..💕 ليان فتاة عادية تغيّرت حياتها بعد حادث غامض كشف لها قدراتها غير الطبيعية: سماع أفكار الآخرين والتواصل مع أصوات غريبة لا تراها إلا هي. منذ ذلك اليوم، أصبح كل شيء حولها مليئاً بالأسرار والأخطار، وأدركت أن الماضي الذي حاولت نسيانه قد عاد ليطاردها. وبينما تحاول فهم قوتها واكتشاف حقيقة الأصوات الغامضة، تجد نفسها محاصرة في شبكة من الأسرار، الاختطاف، والأحداث الغامضة التي قد تغير حياتها إلى الأبد...استمتعو

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Because John can't keep his hands away from my user.

hi there. it's me. jen.

The morning sunlight filtered down the hallway as I dragged myself through another rehab. I was tired, sore, and a little lost but then she was there. She immediately helped me: a warm shower, some food, and a nap that felt like the first real rest I'd had in days. I remember thinking, she's really good at her job. She didn't just do what was required she noticed what mattered to me. She helped me get my guitar to rehab, and even got me cigarettes, small acts that felt strangely comforting in a place that was otherwise overwhelming. One chaotic morning, someone stole my cigarettes. I grabbed the railing and jumped on it in frustration. She thought it was hilarious, got me a new pack, and later watched the replay on the camera with her mom. It was absurd, funny, human exactly the kind of memory that makes me smile even now. I remember the tiny moments, too holding the door for her while people got off the bus, the way she smiled when she saw me in the morning, the silent glance in the hallway that somehow made me realize I had feelings I couldn't name. Moments of trust, partnership, and connection, no drama attached just normal, human care. Sometimes I wonder if she misses me, but those thoughts are soft, like the ache that lingers in the background there, but fading over time. I didn't always understand her intentions, and I didn't always know my own, but these snapshots, these tiny pieces of our days together, are enough to remind me what it feels like to be seen, supported, and acknowledged. Then everything changed.

Innocent. That's the only word that described her. Then she met him. That gorgeous, careless rockstar. -- I wrote this legitimately in middle school (don't arrest me) and it's extremely embarrassing to look back on. Regardless, im grateful for all the love it received in its time of relevance, but please proceed and read with caution as I attempted to edit the story a few years back and then dropped it completely. I also had zero knowledge of the ins and outs of band/touring culture or practices soooo yeah. thanks again.

A special Eevee soon think he weak but soon he found out more about what he can do and this might be some 18+ one of characters

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It's 3am, Apollo is tired, hungry, and worse of all, lonely so he takes off on his bike around his big weird city to hopefully get rid of some of the ache. ------- I forgot to post this story sooner whoops Klapollo bc I have gay lawyer brainrot, it's also on my ao3 under the same name. (My user is Stabby_Stab) As usual, cover is some stupid meme from my gallery and has jack shit to do with the actual story.

The truth behind the face . Is his life a mistake?

ask and dare short anti

"𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺." ― 𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

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Famous word from a friend of mine: "is he cheating on the hot babe with a penny"

self explanatory