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“dory ?” solana called out, swapping her heels for fluffy slippers as she made her way into their home. this was her favorite part of the day. coming home to the familiar scent of incense burning, and her wife’s bright smile once she realized she was home. nights at the museum typically ran late, but this time she’d managed to make it home right after five, fully intending to laze with snacks and their favorite movies. coming up behind her, solana laid her arms around isadora’s shoulders, head tilting to nuzzle into her neck. “there you are, gorgeous. i almost thought i made it home before you.” with a soft kiss to her cheek, solana made her way around to stand in front of her wife, hands instinctually locking themselves into isadora’s. “do we have anything that absolutely has to get done tonight ? because i was thinking we make a big fort out of the couch and eat junk food and watch movies all night.”

flopping onto florencia's bed, ronnie let out an exaggerated sigh, throwing her arms above her head. "i could lay here for twelve hours and not move. in fact, your bed could swallow me up and i would be perfectly okay with that." so, her last youtube video had been demonetized. so, what. she could get over it. "who comes up with those rules anyways?" since when could a girl not get on her vlog and curse a few times? "i didn't realize it was a crime to say shit, or to forget to edit it out. how was i supposed to know it was the first fifteen seconds? that's actually fucking stupid."