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[lemonbreadd]

I got into the kg series like literally 2 months ago and honestly, I'm just so glad this blog exists

ASSDFGGJKL t t thank you!! lmao

also i swear, this place needs more frog content. i just crave so much that i have end up drawing stuff myself and im glad yall like it 😂

[quinintheclouds]

Poem by Mary Grace Dembeck. Art and feelings by me 😍 Just sending some sunshine back at you, thank you for being a superb, fantastic human!!!

Oh my goodness, this is ADORABLE and I LOVE YOU!!! You’re such a wonderful passionfruit of a person and sweeter than all the fruits here :D You’re the BEST omg my heart <3

[trashcoswynaut]

HeY hErB

[ladieslovingladiesandfics]

quick, someone send more reasons for me to hate a certain xmas robo dildo and how shitty he treats wanda

[jarvofbutts]

It’s kinda mesmerizing how much more you can cum, if the right person pushes you over the edge -// 3//-

[villa-kulla]

if you had asked me the number one worst thing that could have happened to me for my last semester in Korea it would have literally been: “hmmm well you know all those hellish grade 8s who I finally finished teaching last semester? I guess the worst thing that could possibly happen to me this year is if I randomly had to teach them again in grade 9 this year, haha can u even imagine, good thing that’ll never happen since I always teach grades 7 and 8!! my school would never make that drastic of a change to my contract and only tell me about it a week before classes start!! haha that would be terrible for my mental and emotional health not to mention the year’s worth of grades 7 and 8 lesson plans and materials that I’ve been planning, half of which I won’t even be using anymore!! good thing that would never happen!!!”

yeah I’m fucking teaching grade 9 this semester.

this.

sucks.

[sadkois]

"majimba confirmed y8 appearance" NICE now we just need that nishki confirmation 👀

[pretiumvitae-moved-blog]

☼

Vincent entered their home quietly; it was late, and he assumed Yazoo had gone to bed some time ago, an assumption that he saw proved true, when he walked by the Remnant’s room, where the door was opened just enough for him to peer in. The silver haired young man was, indeed, asleep-- and hanging half off his bed. 

As quietly as he could, Vincent steps inside the room and eases the hanging half of Yazoo’s body back onto his bed, making sure his head is resting comfortably on his pillow...and, unable to stop himself, brings the blanket that also tumbled to the floor, and drapes it over his son’s sleeping form. The motion brings a comfort to his soul-- as does the sight of his son, sleeping peacefully. “Goodnight, Yazoo.”