bianca lara rose alescio

"Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same."

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REN: is there a what now?

REN: it aint soft like ur curves

REN: are you cummin or nah

BIA: i need an address

BIA: and a promise you won't already be asleep by the time i get there

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REN: fuck that

REN: i'm ha rd

REN: i mean i'm home where U should be

BIA: wow, ren, a booty call??

BIA: AND you're drunk?

BIA: enlighten me is there a difference between whiskey dick and tequila dick because i'm somehow doubtful you're hard and drunk

[insporp]

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REN: it's whatever u want

REN: ditch whatev're u doin and come see me

BIA: uGH but i'm already comfy

BIA: where are you?

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REN: you busy?

REN: i got some teq with your name on it

BIA: uhm sort of?

BIA: is it a whole bottle?

[dailyqueiroz]

Camila Queiroz as Vanessa Dias in Verão 90 ➥ part 5/?

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dannymaccarthy‌:

“Two tickets to Hawaii, thanks to the National geographic. Its only Friday through to Monday and I have to film on the Sunday, But I have one ticket free… any ideas who I should take?” Danny teased. “ I mean its meant to be an awesome place and the hotel is all inclusive. Free food, booze and the chance to go on all the fun things the island has to offer.”

“Uh--- Am I not standing right here?” The woman scoffed slightly, grin on her face. “I don’t even care about the booze, if 4Ocean has a project there this weekend or Project Mermaids, I want in. And I’ve always wanted to see the Pearl Harbor museum, so....” Making grabby hands towards the tickets he held up, Bianca playfully pouted at him. “Please? I’m a good travel buddy I promise.”

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morganshawk‌:

Bianca was her naughty soulmate, and Momo hadn’t even known they’d existed before now. Didn’t know it was a thing you might be able to find in life until the first time Morgan had shown her what was in her shopping cart. Specifically, her lingerie online shopping cart. At any rate, it was awesome. “What? No you didn’t, you suck. Did you get her insta or anything?” After sending her message she takes a seat next to Bia, extremely comfortable in her lack of clothing. “Nope, already in my pile. That means I’m done for the day and it’s time for you to make your own final purchase decisions.”

“She’s mine,” Bianca responded jokingly as her eyes playfully narrowed. But it only lasted a second before she looked down at her phone and typed the instagram handle she recalled from memory. If the woman was that gorgeous of course the brunette would remember. Turning her phone over to Momo, she couldn’t help but smirk. “She’s a computer engineering major that also works at the store Reformation, which is where I met her. But oh my god, the night I had with her? Magical. She had a hell of a mouth to go with her body.” Picking up the pieces of lingerie she’d already decided on, she nodded. “I’m good. Just one set today. I don’t think I own anything navy blue, so this was a no-brainer.”

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hal-ferro‌:

They’d already said their hellos when they ran into each other a while ago, so this next run-in was met with less awkwardness and more friendly gestures from Hal’s part. Plus, he had a drink or two in him as well, so he’s considerably more loosened up now, though still his bashful self. “No, no, it’s fine, really. It’s not gonna stain.” He had about half left of his whiskey, though he could feel a bit of wetness on his chest. “That’s alright, I think I should cut myself off, anyways.” He raised his glass to show that he only planned to finish the glass and call it a night. “I think your friends are waiting.” He tipped his head a little to the direction of her table where her friends sat, already eyeing the shot glasses in Bia’s hands.

             Wrinkling her nose before she quickly shook her head, the buzzed brunette wouldn’t take no for an answer, especially from one of her oldest friends. Seeing her friends in the distance, she made eye contact with one of them and gestured a ‘one minute’ and made an apologetic expression as she held up one of the only partially full shot glasses. Regardless, she’d had have to go back for new ones and there was no use in wasting what was left of the three. “Well, for spilling half of your drink why don’t you at least help me drink what’s left of these shots? These last two are still three-fourths of the way full, and--” Haphazardly pouring what remained of the third into the two and spilling some of the liquor onto her fingers as well, Bianca then set the empty shot glass onto the counter and offered one of the now full ones to Hal. “Please? Come on, I owe you.”

[heloisexavier]

Camila Queiroz

[birdasaurus]

[toomucharitime]

#big mood

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naomi-owens‌:

            A big night club wasn’t entirely her scene anymore, it shouldn’t have been. The reason was a bit mum to only a select few ears, but pulling out of ladies night with a few other teachers would have been more of a headache than anything. So for now, she was sticking to the sprite she had gotten from the bartender and nursed throughout the rest of the night, moving around the crowd to head back to the booth her girls occupied. Around the same time, her shoulder was smashed in against and Naomi stumbled within the wedges she wore, taking a moment to regain her balance. “Girl, you’re fine.” Naomi laughed out once she recognized Bianca. “You didn’t do either — don’t worry about it, it always gets a little crazy in here.”

                 “It is really crazy in here,” She nodded, looking around past Naomi before she refocused on the brunette before her with a smile. “And here I thought it’d wouldn’t be so crowded, but??” Gesturing around her the place was almost packed. While one of the shot glasses was practically empty, the other two had remained three fourths of the way full and there was no point in Bianca returning to her friends without a third shot. She’d have to go back. “Here,” She offered, using her free hand to offer Naomi one of the shots that was still mostly full. “Take a shot with me? I still feel bad about knocking into you... And I have to go back and get all new ones anyways.”

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vivianazzara‌:

“That’s good. Your outfit looks too cute to ruin,” she said with a small smile before her eyes darting up to meet the other’s when her voice slipped past her lips. There was a moment of confusion and dread, fearing that they had met somewhere and Viv had forgotten about the other woman. Though, thankfully, just as she was about to ask where they knew one another from — she opened her mouth and confirmed that they’d never met, but she was one of her followers. “Oh that’s great to hear.” The brunette said with a wide smile since she’d met quite a few people who recognized her in town, surprisingly enough. “I’m sure she’d love to hear that. Aurora is all about the compliments.” The woman said with a laugh before shrugging her shoulders. “Why not. They look tasty. But please, let me buy you and your friends a drink after all of this. It’s the least I can do for bumping into you.”

Screw everyone that said Instagram influencers were never as pretty in person. Maybe it was because she was buzzed, but the woman standing in front of her seemed even prettier than any of the photos she’d seen online. Oh, god. Her gay was showing wasn’t it? Trying to recover from how she was practically staring, blushing, and smiling widely like an idiot she shook her head, telling herself to calm the hell down. “Aurora’s the cutest toddler I’ve ever seen, and I swear you’re just-- goals, everything about you. I don’t know how you do it all, but I think you’re amazing.” It might have seemed shallow, being someone that was on the outside looking into whatever little part of Viviana’s life she decided to show the world, but it was all genuine the very same. “And you’re so gorgeous,” She couldn’t help but gush. “What the fuck.” Handing the woman one of the shot glasses, she offered hers to her in a toast. “To Aurora,” She grinned. And after she downed the shot, she finally responded to Viv’s offer, her drunkenness making her slightly forgetful. “I mean-- You don’t have to, it’s okay. I’m sure they’d love to meet you, though? I don’t know. Could I umm.. Get a picture with you? As small as Wilmington is, I never thought I’d have a chance to run into you and meet you.”

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isobelcerci‌:

Fucking crutches and sandals. Not even those would stop her from going out to get a drink on a rough night. Hoping she might meet someone worth her time, who could literally carry her out when she got too drunk to even strand straight with the two sticks that were meant to help her keep weight off her ankle. In the end, it took her all of twenty minutes to know no one of interest was here tonight, at least until she watched someone trip over her crutch. “Shit,” she muttered on a wince, pulling the thing closer to her body. “I didn’t spill anything, but I think you tripped over the bottom of my crutch. So if anyone owes you a drink, B, it’s me.”

The apology had fallen from her lips without any thought, the immediate reaction to assume it was her fault in her currently buzzed state assumed to be right as it was entirely possible her ignorance had cause the mishap. But, it was a sobering moment to see it was Isobel, in crutches no less, and was that a boot? For a second she stared dumbly between her friend’s face and the crutches, blinking rapidly before she decided to offer one of the remaining mostly full shot glasses to her. “From the look of things, you might need this more than me,” She offered apologetically. “Let’s take a shot together and call it even?”

[markantonys]

francesco pazzi being a smug little bastard

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leyladcmir‌:

          “Wow—” Leyla began, scoffing slightly at her newfound company’s choice of words. An indication that she herself wasn’t considered that of a ‘friendship’ nature. Of course, she was messing with her, and it was a poor choice of words, likely due to the alcohol she had already consumed so far this evening; considering the blue eyed woman was a tad late to the night out that she had been invited to earlier that day. “Well, are you going to bring me to your friends, or am I an outsider now?” Again, the emphasis on the word ‘your’ was in teasing nature, considering they shared the very same friends with whom they were spending the rest of their evening with, shots expected.

              “--I’m drunk, you’re late, and just for that--” Pouring what little was left of the third shot between the first and second glasses in her palm, and not minding how she undoubtedly poured a bit on her hand and made an even bigger mess, she handed off one of the now full green tea shots to Leyla with a grin. “Bottoms up, sunshine, you’ve got some catching up to do. You’ve already missed three rounds of shots.” This was what happened when she drank. Though she was still smiley and giggly as ever, the wittier, more bull-headed side of her would make its way through. It was all in good fun, though, and she’d probably offer next to buy her friend the rest of her drinks for the night. “And right after this shot, we need to go back to the bar. Get a few more shots in you so you get on our level.”