Me When You Hear About My Newest Blorbo

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Aaaaaah!!! I have so much homework due on Wednesday. Most of it was assigned today so I got lots to do. AAaaaaaaaah!!!! I’m going to have to start it right now cuz like I’m wasting my time right now! Also I have some friend issues rn and I feel sad so like uh yeah hope I won’t be too gloomy by next week!

I hate when people call Henry Higgins sexist cuz like if u analyze this man you can tell that he’s never had sex in his life

Stop calling ppl sexist when they’ve never had sex

WAIT I HAVENT BEEN PAYING ATTENTION WHO PEGGED THE MUPPET JOKER?!

I need me some Nonbinary Strap from a They/Them Muppet

The ironic thing about cursive to me is that formed it naturally as a way for people to be able to write things quicker by not having to lift up their pen, but I feel like when I was growing up, cursive was treated as this big fancy thing that only the adults and rich people know and you can only have have extremely good penmanship in order to have proper cursive. That’s why it was super hard for us to learn it and we all wrote extremely slow and meticulously so that our teacher would give us our stamp in our textbook so we could go play uno with our friends and be other with it for the rest of class.

There's a reason why 90% of the people I know chose to stick to print script.

when you realize you're the male side hoe

Recreated a meme I made to summarize chapter 4 of DRA

Today’s Autistic character of the day is:

Professor Henry Higgins from My Fair Lady

hate J K Rowling button. love asexuals button.

Insert Tsubasa wo Kudasai here

Ludwig van Beethoven-kun looked at the letter which he was found in his shoe locker. “Meet me at the cherry blossom tree behind the school” it entailed. This could only mean one thing and one thing only. Beethoven-kun got a bit flustered and even blushed at the idea of this happening to him. Why he of all people and who was this mysterious secret admirer of his? He stopped playing the symphony he was in the middle of writing and ran off to go to the sakura tree.

When Beethoven-kun ran to the sakura tree, gasping for breath. When he looked up, he saw… him… Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart-Chan, standing there, blushing at the sight of him. “What could this mean?” thought Beethoven-kun.

“Beethoven Senpai, you,,, actually came…” said Mozart-Chan in a soft voice. It made Beethoven-kun’s heart melt. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”

Beethoven listened deeply to what Mozart-Chan had to say. He couldn’t believe that his childhood friend, his best friend whom he had walked with to school everyday, whom he had shared classes, meals, and even beds with at times when the slept over at each other’s houses.

“U-um,,, you see… Beethoven-Seonpae,., f-f-f-f-f-for the longest time now.,. ever since we were boys… I’ve felt a certain way about you… o(>︿<)o” said Mozart-chan.

“Wh-what are you saying Mozart-chan?” Replied Beethoven

“W-w-well… th-the thing is…” Mozart hesitated to say, “A-a-aishiteru… B-Beethoven-senpai!”

Mozart jumped into Beethoven-kun’s arms and they held in tight embrace.

Beethoven was shocked. He never knew how Mozart-chan had felt before. If only he hadn’t been so stupid to see all the signs. Still, he held onto Mozart-chan.”

“B-but Mozart-chan! We’re both guys!” Blurted out Bethoveeen-kun.

Mozart looked up tearfully at Beethoven-Ken, only holding on tighter.

“I know but, I can’t help it. I don’t know why… but I just do. I know society doesn’t take too kind to people such as myself, the love of my life being the person of my same sex, my childhood friend of all people! Still, please! Be by mein side! Stay with me until the end of time! Please,!!1” replied Mozart-chan, eyes filled with tears at this point, on the verge of sobbing.

Mozart’s cheek was caressed, “Mozart-chan,,,” said Bait Oven.

He then pulled his fellow composter into a tender kiss, finally giving him an answer to his friend’s love confession.

“I love you too…”

“Beethoven-Senpai… BEETHOVEN-SENPAI!!1”

Tsubasa wo Kudasai intensifies

The two shared that passionate kiss. Both affirming their mutual love for one another. Beethoven never thought he would hear those words come out of his friend ever. Mozart-Chan was afraid of rejection of his childhood best friend and possible scrutiny from what society would think of him. But none of that mattered anymore. Both of them loved each other and they made it known. They would spend the rest of their lives together. Nothing mattered in that moment except for each other and their mutual love that would bind the, until the end of time.

They shared yet another passionate kiss and cherry blossom petals fell around them…

and then they had sex

THE END

erwin schrödinger from real life is in a quantum state of fuckability, being both fuckable and unfuckable at the same time until observed