#so yeah-

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Kon has meet the most gorgeous girl.

She goes to his class in the school Clark has signed him up for. She loves photography and skating, she's snarky and bossy but also caring and funny and so pretty, and smart and-

You get the drill.

Kon wants to date her, thats pretty clear. He never has have a crush like this since Tana

But, problem is, Kon is in his civilian identity. Which, usually Kon doesn't mind, but he actually likes her and he doesn't want to hide the fact that he's Superboy from her if she decides to give him a chance.

So! Kon made a plan! Get her to discover he's Superboy by herself by carefully placed clues, then there no one would be able to say he "revealed his secret identity", because he wouldn't have, she would've discovered by herself!

He fully belived she would be able to do it, even without his help.

Two yaois in one pic✨️

Also a meme bonus I made a few days ago🗿:

Yes, I didn’t have time to draw anything that I wanted, but on the other hand, I still have a whole month... In the meantime, I’ll show you the design of a keychain for myself, which is based on a cool as hell headcanon-

It may not have turned out the way I planned, but I like it so YAY AROACE STEVE!!

Kit brushing out some mats in a hard-to-reach spot for his giant werefox friend. He did it without thinking, seeing it more like grooming a giant dog than anything. Meanwhile Tails is freaking out because he interprets it as something much more intimate and sweet.

Damm not an ask I was expecting but okay- Honestly speaking? America.

Its giant. Literally sea to shining sea, I grew up in the tall grass prairie region- plains with rolling hills dotted with cattle and prickled with wildflowers, Indian paintbrushes, bluebonnets, black eyed susans, and buttercups running along just about every patch not adorned with thistle and brushel.

That in the summer you can hear the junebugs and crickets long into the starry night, the mayflies flittering alongside cicadas skins that dot the screen door each new morning.

Ive been to the deserts, seen the layers of clay and sand swirling together like a solid sunset pressed and molded over times much longer than I can comprehend. The feeling of being so small that whatever direction you look, mountians silhouette on he horizons dancing between sunrays dawn and dusk.

Now I live up north, where frost and rains come easy and every direction is bursting with vibrant green. Vines and ivy wrap around structures of man and nature interchangibly.

Its a place built in a thousand stories of dreamers, of tragedy, of hope and heartache, its one thing and yet a million- there is no one way to be and any way you are there is a place for you.

Recent times hasn't been as peaceful or accepting at least in public view- but Im not looking at the tvs, im looking at my friends, my neighbors, my communities that despite coming from such vastly different ends somehow in someway ended up just down the road.

Thank You, Fate.

Beneath the beyond, Beyond 600 stars, I sit, stare, and think— More so than I’d like to admit— Of faith, my hesitation, and my trust With you who I live with and for.

That bleak navy blue in the sky, The blinding white that shines, The stars and that star: All force you to glow more than your might. And with gold in your eyes, you face the light We both know crosses our bar At the end of this tunnel’s excruciating length.

Yet, with nothing but hope and the halo that shines around your form in strength, You watch and breathe, As I sit and can hardly see this luminescence Of which I know we must leave.

Despite this, Despite it all, I see you, I understand you. I know that despite my doubt, You are here, And that is proof of our way out. In times low, when I lay breathless, I feel that hope left In that voice that weeps in utter distress.

And with a similar life to my soul as the one in your eyes, I tell you, No matter how much you pull and nag These strings of fate, Only the credence you held when I could move no longer Could rise the chance that we may fight together once more.

Our way out is not of peace nor a final end, But rather an acceptance of each other’s death. I lose no hope nor belief that fate will make an excuse for us once again. And you lose no faith That fate will change course Just once more. A new path created out of the light in your and my eyes Just as you seemed to mention it, And I seemed to break fit.

Ocean natural hair :33

Eating it, gimme/j

Alsoi would make the penny blog rn but uh one problem: i don't have a pfp for it :c