is it weird that we ninjago fans cry about tiny plastic minifigures with (severe) trauma and depression and need of therapy??
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is it weird that we ninjago fans cry about tiny plastic minifigures with (severe) trauma and depression and need of therapy??
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“And why would I do that, hm? Just because a few of our colleagues saw us being, mm..closer than we ought to be? John, I’ll tell you this: I’ve been very open about my preference for men and who I keep in my bed for centuries now. It doesn’t bother me what others say, nor should it bother you.”
Conall gives Andre a playful look and tilts his chin up, grinning a little. “No, John, I like you too much to let you go because of a few disapproving glances. If I did that every time someone disapproved, I would be quite deprived of lovers, wouldn’t I?” He snorts, lightly pats Andre’s cheek before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Now no more worries. Everything will be quite fine.”
ANDRE STIFLES HIS SMILE into his crystal glass of sherry. Conall’s validation, no matter how lukewarm it might be, is still breath enough to make the embers in André’s heart glow cherry, smoke puffing happily.
Still, despite the affection that stays tenderly stoked in his heart, still fluttering with nerves at the newness of it all, André remains wary of the implications of their closeness. His own preference for men, though he hardly knows enough about that part of himself to be confident enough to call it that, is a recent development. André hasn’t had the luxury of centuries to understand it, and so there remains a strong desire for discretion and secrecy within him. He tries to believe Conall when he says everything will be fine.
André grabs Conall’s wrist and holds his hand to his cheek, covering it with his own hand. He kisses Conall’s palm. “I’m head of intelligence,” he says, brown eyes alight, “if I don’t worry, who will?”
big hero 6 is so sad i dont wanna go to school tomorrow i just want to cry
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