Dying ain’t so bad
Not if you вσтн go together
O n l y when one’s left
Does it get sad
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-Guess who just woke up from a nightmare-
• when or if I started shipping it.
• my thoughts:
• What makes me happy about them:
• What makes me sad about them:
• things done in art/fic that annoys me:
• things I look for in art/fic:
• Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
• My happily ever after for them:
• what is their favorite non-sexual activity?
…My head hurts.
⌈ ✯┊ 王耀 ⌋ — »
”I wouldn’t. If I was to be a teacher and I wanted to teach high school level students, I think I’d walk in with the expectation that they didn’t want to learn. Most of us are just looking to have a little fun out of life, you know? We don’t expect that we’re going to have to grow up fast sooner or later. Just let them be. Their decisions will come back to bite them in the ass without you having to gripe over it.”
The Chinese boy edged closer until he sat behind Conall, legs on either side of him as he raised his hands to his neck. He thought he might be able to actually see the veins popping out of him and causing him so much trouble. It seemed as though he always had something to complain about, at any rate, which meant that he probably caused himself a lot of stress. Skilled fingers poked and prodded until they found a few knots along his neck and shoulders before he curved his hands and began to steadily rub them away, allowing himself to zone out a bit as he did so.
”..I suppose you’re right. I just don’t like it.” he grumbled, puffing his cheeks out. He was really critical of others. It was just in his nature, something he got from his father, probably. “I’ll let them be, though, since you asked so nicely~” he teased, snickering.
He slumped almost immediately when Yao began to rub at the knots, a soft breath escaping his lips. He really needed this. He was just so stressed out, between AP classes and his social life..he didn’t have much time for himself anymore. And it’d only get worse the next two years, he knew, so he was just getting used to it now. “..Thanks.” he muttered, yawning slightly. It was making him slightly sleepy, but it probably didn’t help that he had only had about three hours of sleep the previous night. “Mmh.”
is that anon gonna be followed up bc both conall and i r v confused-
i don’t like talking with people about emotional stuff because then they learn things about me and get to know me and can defeat me