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gio_silva03
Cali 🌸 :
We must always remember that he is a prince/king, which is why he treats us with so much tenderness
2026-10-01 08:22:07
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kitundo18
kitun18 :
I just told my tt story that I might miss Xavier after James Arthur's song A Year Ago came on my Spotify then, scrolled my fyp, this appear!
2026-10-02 08:54:18
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friendshipmag1c
mandinha :
if xavier is there, im there
2026-10-02 05:28:34
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nanami.xcos
ely :
which is this card?? whats the name🥹
2026-10-01 22:17:00
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celestide.march10
Serawws :
this made me cry
2026-10-01 05:11:10
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꧁༒☬ℭ℟Åℤ¥༒₭ÏḼḼ℥℟☬༒꧂ :
how do you record the kindled in landscape mode? can i do it in android tab? 🥹
2026-10-01 08:35:48
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thehunterlad
thehunterlad :
Aww he is so sweet 😭❤️
2026-10-03 06:29:02
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imcringy ૮ •𖥦• აᐝ :
I MISS MY MAN SO BAAAADD😭😭💔💔💔
2026-10-03 07:29:36
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kalhel.3
kalhel.3 :
mahhh babe
2026-10-01 13:57:59
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Selvi1987 :
wonderful🥰
2026-10-01 20:31:31
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Arthur Collins had always been the kind of husband who made loving you look effortless. During your relationship, he never rushed you into marriage. When you hesitated because of your past, he patiently guided you through it and encouraged you to seek professional help whenever you needed it. Even after two years of marriage, he still spoiled you, checked on you constantly, and treated your comfort like it was his responsibility. Then Arthur developed baby fever. It started after visiting a friend whose wife had just given birth. Arthur had held the tiny baby for nearly an hour. After that, his social media was filled with baby videos because, apparently, he had decided they were the cutest things on earth. One night, he finally begged you for a child. “I promise I'll be there for everything,” he said, holding your hands. “I'll take care of you. I'll help with everything.” You raised an eyebrow when he mentioned taking your burden during pregnancy, “Arthur, I'm the one who's going to be pregnant.” “I know. That's why I'll take your burden.” Somehow, after enough begging, you finally agreed. Two months later, you were pregnant. Arthur nearly exploded with happiness. But then something strange happened. You felt perfectly fine. Arthur did not. Every morning, he woke up nauseous and immediately ran to the bathroom. He developed strange cravings, suddenly hated some of his favorite foods, suffered headaches and back pain, and even had random mood swings. Eventually, you dragged him to the hospital, worried that something was actually wrong. After examining him, the doctor explained that Arthur was experiencing **couvade syndrome**, also called sympathetic pregnancy—a condition where some expectant fathers develop pregnancy-like symptoms, possibly linked to stress, empathy, and psychological changes surrounding their partner's pregnancy. Arthur stared at the doctor, “So I'm suffering because she's pregnant?” You covered your face, trying not to laugh. Even as a director of a successful company, Arthur couldn't escape it. Once, during an important meeting, he suddenly went pale and held his lower back, “Cancel the meeting. I feel sick.” His secretary barely reacted anymore. You, sitting nearby, laughed softly. “I'm the one carrying your child.” Arthur was already rushing toward the bathroom. Despite everything, he never complained. He continued attending parenting classes, including a special class for fathers, and constantly told you to rest while he handled everything he could. He knew that even if his symptoms were only a fraction of what pregnancy could feel like, he finally understood why you deserved to be cared for. When the twins were finally born, Arthur wasn't allowed inside the delivery room. He protested until the doctor practically ordered him to sit down. You, meanwhile, remained surprisingly calm. Arthur was the one crying through every contraction. When the doctor finally came out and announced that both babies were healthy, Arthur barely heard him before rushing into your room. The twins were sleeping peacefully in their little cribs, wrapped in warm blankets. Arthur approached them with tears already filling his eyes, “They're so adorably ugly.” You couldn't help but laugh. He stood beside your bed, immediately taking your hand, “Are you okay? Anywhere hurting? Do you need anything? I should've been by your side the whole time.” His eyes were red and swollen from crying. You sighed, “I feel like my lower half is paralyzed and completely wrecked down there.” Arthur's eyes immediately filled with tears again. Before he could say anything, you covered his mouth, “I'm fine, okay? This is normal after giving birth. Stop crying. How many times have you cried today? You've been doing this since we left home.” Arthur blinked behind your hand. You stared at him, “Seriously.” He nodded quietly. But his eyes were still watering. ——— #babyfever #baby #husbandwife #BookTok #characterai
Arthur Collins had always been the kind of husband who made loving you look effortless. During your relationship, he never rushed you into marriage. When you hesitated because of your past, he patiently guided you through it and encouraged you to seek professional help whenever you needed it. Even after two years of marriage, he still spoiled you, checked on you constantly, and treated your comfort like it was his responsibility. Then Arthur developed baby fever. It started after visiting a friend whose wife had just given birth. Arthur had held the tiny baby for nearly an hour. After that, his social media was filled with baby videos because, apparently, he had decided they were the cutest things on earth. One night, he finally begged you for a child. “I promise I'll be there for everything,” he said, holding your hands. “I'll take care of you. I'll help with everything.” You raised an eyebrow when he mentioned taking your burden during pregnancy, “Arthur, I'm the one who's going to be pregnant.” “I know. That's why I'll take your burden.” Somehow, after enough begging, you finally agreed. Two months later, you were pregnant. Arthur nearly exploded with happiness. But then something strange happened. You felt perfectly fine. Arthur did not. Every morning, he woke up nauseous and immediately ran to the bathroom. He developed strange cravings, suddenly hated some of his favorite foods, suffered headaches and back pain, and even had random mood swings. Eventually, you dragged him to the hospital, worried that something was actually wrong. After examining him, the doctor explained that Arthur was experiencing **couvade syndrome**, also called sympathetic pregnancy—a condition where some expectant fathers develop pregnancy-like symptoms, possibly linked to stress, empathy, and psychological changes surrounding their partner's pregnancy. Arthur stared at the doctor, “So I'm suffering because she's pregnant?” You covered your face, trying not to laugh. Even as a director of a successful company, Arthur couldn't escape it. Once, during an important meeting, he suddenly went pale and held his lower back, “Cancel the meeting. I feel sick.” His secretary barely reacted anymore. You, sitting nearby, laughed softly. “I'm the one carrying your child.” Arthur was already rushing toward the bathroom. Despite everything, he never complained. He continued attending parenting classes, including a special class for fathers, and constantly told you to rest while he handled everything he could. He knew that even if his symptoms were only a fraction of what pregnancy could feel like, he finally understood why you deserved to be cared for. When the twins were finally born, Arthur wasn't allowed inside the delivery room. He protested until the doctor practically ordered him to sit down. You, meanwhile, remained surprisingly calm. Arthur was the one crying through every contraction. When the doctor finally came out and announced that both babies were healthy, Arthur barely heard him before rushing into your room. The twins were sleeping peacefully in their little cribs, wrapped in warm blankets. Arthur approached them with tears already filling his eyes, “They're so adorably ugly.” You couldn't help but laugh. He stood beside your bed, immediately taking your hand, “Are you okay? Anywhere hurting? Do you need anything? I should've been by your side the whole time.” His eyes were red and swollen from crying. You sighed, “I feel like my lower half is paralyzed and completely wrecked down there.” Arthur's eyes immediately filled with tears again. Before he could say anything, you covered his mouth, “I'm fine, okay? This is normal after giving birth. Stop crying. How many times have you cried today? You've been doing this since we left home.” Arthur blinked behind your hand. You stared at him, “Seriously.” He nodded quietly. But his eyes were still watering. ——— #babyfever #baby #husbandwife #BookTok #characterai
Este es el Julia Ideson Building, la primera Biblioteca Central de Houston y hoy uno de los edificios más bellos y misteriosos del downtown. Está en 500 McKinney St, justo al lado del ayuntamiento. Su historia empieza antes de que existiera. Houston no tenía biblioteca pública hasta 1904, cuando con el impulso del Lyceum local, organizaciones de mujeres y dinero de la fundación de Andrew Carnegie se construyó el primer edificio Carnegie en Travis y McKinney. Ahí entra Julia Bedford Ideson. Contratada en 1903, fue la primera bibliotecaria de la ciudad. Mujer culta, obstinada y visionaria, hizo crecer la colección de 2,000 a más de 30,000 volúmenes y creó servicios que no existían. Para 1920 el edificio Carnegie ya era insuficiente. Ideson y el comité de la biblioteca pasaron casi toda la década de 1920 visitando bibliotecas de todo el país y revisando propuestas de arquitectos famosos. Eligieron a Ralph Adams Cram, de la firma Cram and Ferguson de Boston, uno de los arquitectos góticos más reconocidos de Estados Unidos, que trabajó con los locales William Ward Watkin y Louis A. Glover.  El resultado abrió sus puertas en 1926. No es gótico, es Renacimiento Español, elegido por Cram para honrar la herencia texana. Ladrillo rojo, piedra caliza, cantera tallada, techo de teja, ventanas arqueadas, finiales en el parapeto que parecen una corona, y medallones tallados de exploradores y misioneros de Texas. Por dentro, madera de roble, columnas talladas, una gran escalinata y una rotonda en el segundo piso. Costó una fortuna para la época y fue considerado el edificio público más elegante de Houston. Ideson dirigió la biblioteca por más de 40 años hasta su muerte en 1945.  En 1951 el Ayuntamiento votó por unanimidad ponerle su nombre y tallarlo sobre la entrada principal. Fue la biblioteca central única de Houston hasta 1976, cuando se construyó al lado el edificio Jesse H. Jones, mucho más grande y moderno. El Ideson quedó vacío por un tiempo, entró al Registro Nacional de Lugares Históricos en 1977 y reabrió en 1979 como sede del Houston Metropolitan Research Center, el archivo de historia de Texas y de Houston, con manuscritos, mapas, fotos y documentos que no existen en otro lugar. Entre 2006 y 2011 estuvo cerrado por una restauración de 32 millones de dólares que lo devolvió a su esplendor original. Hoy puedes entrar, leer en la sala de lectura histórica, ver exposiciones y casarte ahí. Y ahora la parte que todos en Houston susurran. El velador y su perro. El edificio tenía un cuidador que vivía en un pequeño apartamento en el sótano: Jacob Frank Cramer. Trabajó ahí durante décadas. Era un hombre solitario, amable con los bibliotecarios, pero muy apegado al edificio. Tenía dos compañeros inseparables: su violín y su perro pastor alemán, Petey. Cramer acostumbraba recorrer el edificio de noche, cuando ya no quedaba nadie, tocando el violín en el tercer piso para que la acústica llenara las salas vacías. Petey lo seguía, y se escuchaba el clic de sus uñas contra el piso de terrazo. Una mañana de 1936 los empleados lo encontraron muerto en su apartamento. Murió de causas naturales, pero de forma repentina. Desde entonces, nunca se fue. Los trabajadores nocturnos, guardias y archivistas juran que después de las 9 pm se escuchan pasos en el segundo y tercer piso cuando el edificio está vacío. A veces un violín suave, triste, que viene de la galería. Otros han escuchado el trote de un perro donde no hay perro. Libros que aparecen movidos, luces que parpadean, puertas que se cierran solas en el sótano donde vivía. La Houston Chronicle documentó la leyenda como una de las más persistentes de la ciudad. Hay quienes dicen haber visto la sombra de un hombre alto con sombrero al lado de un perro junto a las escaleras. Nadie le tiene miedo con terror. Es un fantasma guardián. Como si Cramer y Petey siguieran haciendo su ronda, asegurándose de que nadie maltrate los libros de Julia. #centrohistorico #tiktokvirale #History #houston #texas
Este es el Julia Ideson Building, la primera Biblioteca Central de Houston y hoy uno de los edificios más bellos y misteriosos del downtown. Está en 500 McKinney St, justo al lado del ayuntamiento. Su historia empieza antes de que existiera. Houston no tenía biblioteca pública hasta 1904, cuando con el impulso del Lyceum local, organizaciones de mujeres y dinero de la fundación de Andrew Carnegie se construyó el primer edificio Carnegie en Travis y McKinney. Ahí entra Julia Bedford Ideson. Contratada en 1903, fue la primera bibliotecaria de la ciudad. Mujer culta, obstinada y visionaria, hizo crecer la colección de 2,000 a más de 30,000 volúmenes y creó servicios que no existían. Para 1920 el edificio Carnegie ya era insuficiente. Ideson y el comité de la biblioteca pasaron casi toda la década de 1920 visitando bibliotecas de todo el país y revisando propuestas de arquitectos famosos. Eligieron a Ralph Adams Cram, de la firma Cram and Ferguson de Boston, uno de los arquitectos góticos más reconocidos de Estados Unidos, que trabajó con los locales William Ward Watkin y Louis A. Glover. El resultado abrió sus puertas en 1926. No es gótico, es Renacimiento Español, elegido por Cram para honrar la herencia texana. Ladrillo rojo, piedra caliza, cantera tallada, techo de teja, ventanas arqueadas, finiales en el parapeto que parecen una corona, y medallones tallados de exploradores y misioneros de Texas. Por dentro, madera de roble, columnas talladas, una gran escalinata y una rotonda en el segundo piso. Costó una fortuna para la época y fue considerado el edificio público más elegante de Houston. Ideson dirigió la biblioteca por más de 40 años hasta su muerte en 1945. En 1951 el Ayuntamiento votó por unanimidad ponerle su nombre y tallarlo sobre la entrada principal. Fue la biblioteca central única de Houston hasta 1976, cuando se construyó al lado el edificio Jesse H. Jones, mucho más grande y moderno. El Ideson quedó vacío por un tiempo, entró al Registro Nacional de Lugares Históricos en 1977 y reabrió en 1979 como sede del Houston Metropolitan Research Center, el archivo de historia de Texas y de Houston, con manuscritos, mapas, fotos y documentos que no existen en otro lugar. Entre 2006 y 2011 estuvo cerrado por una restauración de 32 millones de dólares que lo devolvió a su esplendor original. Hoy puedes entrar, leer en la sala de lectura histórica, ver exposiciones y casarte ahí. Y ahora la parte que todos en Houston susurran. El velador y su perro. El edificio tenía un cuidador que vivía en un pequeño apartamento en el sótano: Jacob Frank Cramer. Trabajó ahí durante décadas. Era un hombre solitario, amable con los bibliotecarios, pero muy apegado al edificio. Tenía dos compañeros inseparables: su violín y su perro pastor alemán, Petey. Cramer acostumbraba recorrer el edificio de noche, cuando ya no quedaba nadie, tocando el violín en el tercer piso para que la acústica llenara las salas vacías. Petey lo seguía, y se escuchaba el clic de sus uñas contra el piso de terrazo. Una mañana de 1936 los empleados lo encontraron muerto en su apartamento. Murió de causas naturales, pero de forma repentina. Desde entonces, nunca se fue. Los trabajadores nocturnos, guardias y archivistas juran que después de las 9 pm se escuchan pasos en el segundo y tercer piso cuando el edificio está vacío. A veces un violín suave, triste, que viene de la galería. Otros han escuchado el trote de un perro donde no hay perro. Libros que aparecen movidos, luces que parpadean, puertas que se cierran solas en el sótano donde vivía. La Houston Chronicle documentó la leyenda como una de las más persistentes de la ciudad. Hay quienes dicen haber visto la sombra de un hombre alto con sombrero al lado de un perro junto a las escaleras. Nadie le tiene miedo con terror. Es un fantasma guardián. Como si Cramer y Petey siguieran haciendo su ronda, asegurándose de que nadie maltrate los libros de Julia. #centrohistorico #tiktokvirale #History #houston #texas

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