i'll probably get like 2 notes

I recently hit 600 followers, and I hadn’t really made any milestone post,, so I’m going to be doing blog compliments as a thank you!

rules 

  • must be a studyblr or something similar
  • reblog! (for the sole purpose of sharing this so I can compliment other blogs as well!) 
  • send me an ask telling me about what music you listen to! 
  • I will give you 5 things about what I like about your account, and 1 statement of constructive criticism (: 

and that’s it! You don't need to be following me or anything, but this is towards my followers as a thank you for reaching my milestone! I will do anyone that sends me an ask (: This ends June 5th!! 

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When I sing "Someone Like You", I know that every single person in the room will be able to relate to it. That’s where that emotional connection comes from. I have sympathy for myself, I have sympathy for them, they have sympathy for me, and I know that we are all there knowing exactly how each other feels. It’s like a big pact. You can just feel it. You can slice it.

He Tian x Mo Guan Shan Drabble Part 3

Here’s Part 1

Here’s Part 2


Returning to the booth, the look on his face must’ve been a dead giveaway.

“Yo… What’s wrong? Did you puke outside?”

No. But he probably would in about a minute.
There was no time to waste, though- he needed to leave now.

“Actually… I think I’m gonna head on home,” he said.

“Ah, good! Let me walk you–”

“No, no! No need! Right now I’m…kind of in the mood for…ah…running.”

His friend cocked an eyebrow. “…While drunk?”

“I’m nah drunk,” he said fishing for money to place on the table for his share of the tab. This was the best he could come up with in his condition. He was never a good liar anyway, so while drunk, he might as well been Pinocchio.

“Ah… Guan Shan, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He knew that tone. He heard it whenever his friend was right about to slowly coax him into doing something, afraid he was too wasted (or stupid) to think on his own.

You know what’s not a good idea?? Staying right here like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
He didn’t have time for this shit.

“I’m fine. I’m leaving.”

“Hey!!”
That’s all his friend was able to get out as Guan Shan made for the door and hit the pavement running.

Oh yeah, let’s call the ogre that threatened to sew your mouth shut with steel wires!

Yeah!

Let’s just call up that fucker there and tell him what you reeeally think of him!

Yeah!

How could you ever possibly regret it?

Let’s just dial the most evil, sadistic bastard you know at- what- 12?

He glanced at his phone- the screen brightly showed the white numerals: 2:11

Fuck!

Great! He was in trouble with He Tian and his mother!
He began to slow down. His stamina wasn’t terrible, but nothing impressive either. Especially with a belly full of beer. He was probably far enough away from the bar anyway. He had to think… How was he getting home? The subways were closed at this time, so he’d definitely be needing a-

He saw a taxi coming around the corner intersection- his light red and available for a pick up! He shouted and held his arm out, repeatedly curling the fingers downward, only to see the red light immediately go out.

Dammit!

Why can’t these taxis ever remember to turn their damn lights off whenever they’ve got a passenger?! He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking towards Yishan Road. The taxi barely drove past him before screeching to a halt.

He paused and looked back. Perhaps, the passenger was getting out? He thought of walking back towards the taxi…until it reversed…and stopped right in front of him. The door opened and familiar figure silently slid out.

Instincts took over and he pivoted so quick he felt nauseous. The sound of sneakers hitting rapidly against the pavement towards the nearest intersection filled his ears. He thought they were his own until a talon-like hand with the fucking grip of God grabbed the back of his shirt– choking him –and threw him down on the sidewalk. It was so sudden that the whiplash jerked his head forward before the back of his skull came down on the pavement.

Pain spread like branches of lightning from the back to the front.
He was groaning and trying to find his bearings when his pants started scraping the concrete as he was dragged by his shirt towards the taxi. Disoriented from a toxic combination of pain and booze, a voice crawled into his ear:

“Missed me?”

And then lights out.

“I’m sorry for announcement, but can we aprecciate fact that @painful-matsuno is following my blog and liking what appears here, but he never appeared in my notifications?

That’s a new level of being ignored, congratulations!”

((P.S. I’m sorry, I just had to do that ;>w>))

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