FTISLAND - [좋겠어] i wish ~ [FULL]
I’m just.. really baffled how everyone finds these elites “unapproachable” and “won’t give u tiem of day” etc.
I mean, obvs I’m not THAT close to this whole group.. but.. I just.. talk to them?
Like “hey dude I hear you are feeling down I hope you feel better” or “hey you like this band? so do i! what’s your favorite album? Oh yes Spice World was fantastic!” (these are ice breakers to treat a person like a person not a magic recipe for a bff 5ever)
People expect like.. this… magic SPARKS FLYING IMMEDIATE FRIENDSHIP WITHIN THE FIRST FEW CONVERSATIONS. And it’s.. not? I mean even Rae and I.. it was really awkward poking at each other on AIM. And like “hey sup?” *short convo* *lets it die* Then gradually we got more comfortable with each other and I was like “Hey are you watching Dante Basco live blog that part of homestuck.” And she was, and we sat there and were major dorks about it. Even after that we still kind of just poked at each other and built up our friendship. Then we started RPing and we got to be really close.
Friendship isn’t immediate, the longer you spend making a bond with some one the stronger that bond will be. If you’re expecting a fast friendship then it’s just going to be a weak, cheap thing.
you are so cute!
COME HERE IM GOING TO HUG YOU!
everyone kind of headcanoned hs swag as this rich teenager but i really see him as like coming from a redneck family where his estranged dad gives him a lot of money but tells him not to tell his mom
so he throws it around on stupid shit and acts rich and wears the same nice clothes every day
but he goes home that same shitty redneck house
thats why he acts all big in front of his friends
and thats why he never tells people his actual name is clyde because its so stupid and redneck. hes just like “call me swag”
and if someone found out his actual name he’d probably die and deny it every single day
ye is headcanon take it
yeh ok now i know where hes been and how he spends his time
or here have a swagtre version if thts what u prefer 8’)))
You look up. A slut comes tumbling out of the sky! Oh my goodness. Before you have time to ask where she came from, yet another slut comes tumbling out of the sky. This one actually hits you on her way to the ground. You stagger. There are sluts everywhere! How do you know they’re sluts? Oh, you know. You just know. There are more sluts falling from the sky. It is a literal deluge of sluts! You’re running, dodging bodies when a particularly large slut lands right on top of you, pinning you to the ground.
A respectable citizen pokes their head out of a building as the horrifying downpour of sexual liberation (oh no) and clothes that show relatively more skin than yours (OH NO) continues, shouting, “Is there anyone out here who isn’t a slut?”
Alas, buried under the ever mounting pile of people that you’ve voluntarily placed a dichotomy separating you from them that totally isn’t false on, your croaks for help can’t reach their ears.
You will die in this place