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lesnami replied to your post “oh my god dad just called me and im bawling life is good life is good...”

congratulations!! this post is so sweet im happy for you!! all the best at uni!!

noromaniac replied to your post “oh my god dad just called me and im bawling life is good life is good...”

INCREDIBLE!! I hope everything works out for you! And if you ever so wish we can complain about the oncoming uni which is prolly a slaughter in disguise haha! WISHING YOU THE BEST

the-dork-master replied to your post “oh my god dad just called me and im bawling life is good life is good...”

duude!!!! CONGRATS!! I'm happy for you and your family!! I dunno anything about uni cause Imma freshman starting august, but let's hope that we both make it through! Gosh, this is great!

prettysketch replied to your post “oh my god dad just called me and im bawling life is good life is good...”

THAT'S AWESOME!!!!! hope you have a splenderrific time at uni!!!! may all your textbooks be cheap and your professors/classes good *prayer emoji*

tackyink replied to your post “oh my god dad just called me and im bawling life is good life is good...”

CONGRATS!! THAT'S GREAT NEWS, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!! :D Uni may be stressful but it's also lots of fun and full of interesting people! What are you going to study?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH you guys are all so amazingly sweet thank you sosososo much!!!!!! ;;;v;;;  (i honestly still feel like a giddy six year old omfg) -- I HOPE UR YEAR IS FILLED WITH ENDLESS HAPPINESS AND COOKIES AND ICE CREAM AND OTHER WONDERFUL THINGS (in case ur not fond of shoving ur faces w/ trash food like me)

Send (・_・;) if you’ve been wanting to interact but have been too shy to try. @the-dork-master

Riley requested by @the-dork-master !! o(≧∇≦o)

send me any kind of pairing and a number and i’ll write you a drabble-meme!!

To be fair, Lea had seen it coming – had known as soon as Leonore detoured from their usual course after their daily grocery shopping, that shit was about to hit the fan. That fact was merely solidified once Leonore all but body-slammed the garden gates open, standing in the entrance of the neighborhood’s monthly bake sale like a dark spirit re-entering its stronghold.

That doesn’t stop Lea from covering her face and groaning at nothing in particular, though. 

  “…I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Listen,” Leonore hisses, eyes darting from one stand to the next, before honing in on one particular cupcake-filled table, “We both know that Barbara, that nasty little devil incarnate, is closing in on my title as the Neighborhood’s Cake Boss– just like we both know she’s been stealing my recipes, because she’s a sneaky thief who loves watching drama unfold from behind the folds of those cheap lace curtains–”

“It’s a bake sale,” Lea deadpans, “not a competition.”