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"Fuck you! You don’t give a flying fuck about me!”
"how can you say that?"
Ray was genuinely shocked, head cocked to the side. "i'm the only person that cares about you."

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"Fuck you! You don’t give a flying fuck about me!”
"how can you say that?"
Ray was genuinely shocked, head cocked to the side. "i'm the only person that cares about you."
Right here? ( if you'd li ke)
49. "Lets see how much fun we can have in the library without making any sound."
Gavin still was amazed that Joel had agreed to help him study in the library. Not even fake studying, either. Real, help-me-pass-your-class studying, with books and writing and all the dumb Econ stuff. It was boring almost immediately, and Gavin made that very clear; whining, groaning, sighing. Most importantly, playing footsie with Joel under the table. Finally, he couldn't take anymore. As hot as it was when Joel talked passionately about Economics, Gavin wasn't in the mood to hear it. He leaned across the table, whispering. "Lets see how much fun we can have in the library without making any sound."
getjoeled:
God who would’ve have been terrified of the idea of a blood thirsty king. It made for sleepless nights where his mind wandered to the possibilities of what ifs and fears of what might happen if he did try and rise up against the King. Finally, after weeks of decision making he had decided to join with Ryan, rather than have his own blood spilt. Rising when the other told him to, he had a grim expression on his face. There was a difference between rumors and actually facing the object of those rumors. “I will provide what assistance I can, my King.”
Ryan is no monster, despite the rumors. He's either a monster or unfit for the throne, depending on if you ask out or in of the kingdom- when you see things mortal men aren't meant to, you do not come out clean, and Ryan is no exception. His distant look focuses on the grim knight, and he runs fingers down his cheek. "Do you swear out of fear, Joel? Or out of love for your king?"
"I pledge you my fealty." (( if you'd like uwu ))
"Oh, Joel." Ryan smiles tiredly, tipping his crown up with a lazy touch and stepping off his throne. The lord-knight has been... A challenge, to say the least, fearful of rumors and resistant to the idea of a murderous king. But he's come around, at last. "Then rise, as a friend of the kingdom, as a fox, as our protector. I'm glad to have you." Have, indeed.
"How old are you really?" ((Offers u this))
"I'm 27. Seriously, I know I look like a child, but I can get away with murder with this face!"
"Hows it feel to be as old as me?"
"I think I have wrinkles."
Screw Econ // Closed with Getjoeled
Economics had to be the most boring class ever taught. The only damn reasons Gavin even attended were because if he didn't, he'd be sent back to England, and because of the teacher; Mr. Heyman was the Brit's eye candy of choice.
He was at least 50% positive that his teacher was checking him out, too, so Gavin made a point of being incredibly obnoxious while staring. He didn't hide it in the slightest. Joel hadn't said anything to him about it yet, so Gavin kept working at it, asking too many dumb questions, bending over to retrieve things from the floor, and winking every so often. He just had to wait.
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