Had A Fascinating English Class That Resulted In The Notes Header “the Forcefeminization Of Victor

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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had an extremely cruel idea and unfortunately it was what got me to draw again

Me and my wife fuckin DEVOURING this shit.

Still my favorite Zelda

Happy birthday, Twilight Princess

Don’t get it twisted. I love Elias because he’s hot, yes. However, my attraction to him has more to do with the fact that he’s a genius dumbass.

He’s a loserboy failwife that can’t cook, clean, understand or mimic people correctly, or ski.

The only thing he knows how to do is ✨magic✨

Dassit 🤣

Gimme my big dummy dumb monster. Creepy fucker 🥹❤️🥰

Said heathen wants it to be known that she loves him incredibly much <3

Just taking a moment to talk about my partner. She's very lovely. She's very sweet. And she's all mine. Nothing could make me happier. She's the sole reason I can say that I'm here today, and as strong as I am. I'm so incredibly thankful to her, and hope I'll be able to give her the happy life she deserves.

@ghostjelly24 <- The heathen in question that gets all my love and devotion.