Fuckkkk all of those people they don't give a damn about what happens to you, if it affects your future, they're just bums trying to fick up Taejun so I'd tell them to FUCK OFF OR FACE LEGAL ACTION dump that bumass FWB and raise my kid, get my degree and live my best life. FEE-HI-YUCK Taejuns career, his love for swimming, and his greedy selfish ass he literally only care about himself tf?
I've read a lottttt of shitty stories with shitty ml and the story is great ok, but fuckkkkk the ml is genuinely one of the most shit mls I've ever encountered that's not a black flag ml. The mf world doesn't revolve around you boo, and the fact that he just wants to stay friends somewhat maybe knowing the the mc likes him, but also wanting to sleep with him is crazyyy. Also mc YOU NEED TO THINK ABOUT YOURSELF AGHHHH. Seriously
Okay guys here is my theory. My theory is that obviously Theo went crazy, because although his father is dead he still feels immense guilt for whatever Cedric became and leaving Cedric and I think that him going crazy is like allowing himself to make up for him to be with Cedric. And also I also have another theory which is that the black pendant is either some kind of charm, curse, or some kind of poisoned necklace that allows for the mothers to die so that the father can keep the sons all to himself. Because if you notice both Cedric's mother and Theo’s mother both have the same black pendant and both died of "illnesses”.
Either way it was an amazing story, very dark, very traumatizing, and overall just peak.
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Spring
by
Christina Rossetti
Next
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots,
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.
Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap, put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.
There is no time like Spring,
When life's alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track, —
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack,
Before the daisy grows a common flower,
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.
There is no time like Spring,
Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die,
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.