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[akaashi meeting kuroo at the training camp]
Kuroo: h-
Akaashi:
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Rakuzan!Kuroko
Digging through my old files I found this fanart I made when I came across the AkaKuro ship, I hope you like it!
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I just love how they stare at each other. aww... {✿ ♥‿💙}ℒℴѵℯ🥰



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Omg I absolutely love your edits! Lol could I request Kuroko + GOM (Kagami) Twitter/text edit of Kuroko announcing he’s finally single lmaoo (he dated some rando). Thank youuu
Awww, thank you for liking my shit 🥺❤️🔥 Yes, you can! Thank you for requesting!
KUROKO’S TWEET

AOMINE & KAGAMI REACTION


GROUP CHAOS





Knb boys are RABID ANIMALS
Ruthless mfs, every one of them.
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Furihata is just glad he isn’t the only one…
Scratch that, Furihata is sad he isn’t the only one ):
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kuroko no basket is like. all the adults in our life failed us. but for awhile it was ok because we got to walk home together. no one sees me but you do. i love this thing so much but i hate it for not saving me. i think he's going to save me or i'm going to save him. i'm crying at the literal crossroad of my childhood then crying with joy at the start of the rest of my life. hey you inspire me and i resent you for it. hey do you want to get milkshakes. hey the idea of losing all of you split me in two also i have a trauma disorder. i'm going to ruin myself to give you a win. i'm going to win so you'll come back. i'm going to win because then we'll all be able to sit and have dinner together. it's about a comeback but there's no such thing as a quick comeback in basketball.
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'kindred's drowning'
'this isn't about them'
chosen of the wolf
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is it gay bis ans ende der welt für jemanden zu gehen? asking for a friend
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"Für alles, was wir sind, verfolgt uns unserer Vergangenheit weiter. Sie hechtet, sie springt. Sie rennt bis unsere Lunge brennt. Nicht loslassend, bis wir ihr in die Augen schauen. Das sehend, was sie uns schon immer zeigen wollte."
Endlich bin ich fertig - mit über 12 Stunden, die ich hierfür gebraucht habe. Inspiriert ist das Bild von "Der Morgen nach der Feier" von Ludwig Knaus (hier).
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