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stargazer-sims · 2 years ago

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Journal Entry #49 (part three)

previously - Journal Entry #49 (part two)

Victor

"Okay," Yuri said, once we'd run out of inconsequential topics. "You promised you'd tell me all about your appointment with Dr. Ishida, so now's the time to tell me. I want to know every detail."

"It went way better than with Dr. Nakayama.”

"I would've been surprised if it didn't," he said. "But, I want to know what actually happened. Does she think you're going to get the rest of your vision back? And can she help you if you don't get it back?"

"Both those things, in a way,” I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I'd better start from the beginning," I said. "You wanted me to tell you every detail anyway, right?"

"Yes, start from the beginning. We've got nothing but time."

So, I began from the moment Mom and I got to Dr. Ishida's clinic that morning. I described the waiting room and Dr. Ishida's office in as much detail as I could, even though Yuri has been there way more than I have and has seen all of it before. Dr. Ishida has been his eye doctor since he was a kid, after all.

I described Dr. Ishida too; a short, pleasantly chubby woman around my mom's age, with long pewter-coloured hair and dark, alert eyes with branching wrinkles at the edges that made me think she smiled and laughed a lot. Yuri said that was a perfect description of her, and added that she always seems happy whenever he sees her.

Dr. Ishida was certainly cheerful when I was there. Not in a casual or disrespectful way, but in a way that reassured me and made me feel less anxious. Other than Dr. Nakayama, the ophthalmologist who'd examined me when I was in the hospital, I'd never had an appointment with an eye doctor before, and I didn't know what was supposed to happen. When I admitted to Dr. Ishida that I was a little scared, she responded kindly and told me that I could interrupt her at any time if there was something that was upsetting me or that I didn't understand.

I have to say, I liked her immediately.

She'd greeted me in Japanese, which didn't come as much of a surprise. I introduced my mom to her, and we'd exchanged a few pleasantries, but then she startled me by asking, "Would you prefer if we switched to English?"

I hadn't known she could speak English. "Yes, please," I said. "Personally, I'm fine with Japanese, but my mom only speaks English, and I'd like her to know what's going on."

Dr. Ishida nodded. "English it is, then." She gave Mom a slight bow. "My deepest apologies, Mrs. Nelson. I did not intend to leave you out of the conversation."

"It's Dr. Nelson, actually," Mom said, smiling. "And it's fine."

"Oh, my apologies again, Doctor. What's your area of practice?"

"I'm a veterinarian," Mom told her.

"An honourable occupation."

"Thank you," Mom said. "And thank you for speaking English. I'm honoured that you're willing to do that for my benefit."

"One should not keep a gift to oneself. If someone else can benefit from it, then it should be shared," Dr. Ishida replied. She turned her attention back to me, and gestured toward the tall chair on one side of the room. "Now, young man. Up there, if you please, and we'll see what you can see."

I laughed. I couldn't help it. I had no idea if her wordplay had been deliberate or if it was just a result of her speaking in her second language, but whatever it was, it delighted me. I sat in the examination chair, and let the doctor get down to business.

The first thing she did was turn off most of the room's lights. Then, she got out her little magnifier-flashlight hybrid thing — an ophthalmoscope, I learned — so she could look into my eyes. I remembered it from my ill-fated encounter with Dr. Nakayama, and I instinctively cringed, but Dr. Ishida began explaining all about the inner structures of the eye and what she was able to see through the scope, and I suddenly found that I was too captivated to be nervous.

Call me weird, but I love learning about medical stuff. The human body is literally the most complex and intricate thing ever, and I don’t think I could ever get enough of finding out about it.

The next thing the doctor did was hand me something that looked like a black plastic serving spoon. She asked me to cover my left eye with it and read aloud whatever I could see on the eye chart that was hanging on the wall on the other side of the room. Then, I had to do it with the other eye, and after that, I had to repeat the whole process while reading off a handheld card. I struggled to hold both the card and the spoon thing by myself. The spoon was easy, as I was able to grip it with just my fingers, but the laminated card was thin and slippery, and Dr. Ishida had to hold it for me in the end.

It was in English, much to my astonishment, and I commented on it.

"Oh, I've got a Japanese one as well," she said. "Your spoken Japanese sounds excellent to me, but I don’t know how your written Japanese is. I thought you might find the English reading card easier to manage. I'd like this experience to be as stress-free as possible for you."

Once I was done reading to her from the card, she led me and Mom to a different room where there were a lot of pieces of equipment whose function I couldn't even begin to guess at. She introduced us to a medical technician, amusingly named Yoshi — his name made me think of Super Mario — who she explained would be performing a number of diagnostic tests. Yoshi would also be giving me some medication to dilate my pupils, she said, so that she could have a better look at the structures of my eyes with her more powerful magnifying instrument later. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that, but I was there for answers, so I didn't say anything in protest.

Yoshi was just as friendly as the doctor, and he spoke English too, albeit not nearly as well as Dr. Ishida. We laughed a lot more than I'd ever imagined I would during a round of medical tests, mostly due to Yoshi's attempts at telling jokes in English.

Some of the tests were hard, not because I couldn't see well enough, but because they required me to concentrate. The most difficult was the visual field, which was supposed to measure how wide my angle of peripheral vision was.

Yoshi covered one of my eyes with what he called a "pirate patch" and then instructed me to put my chin on the little padded chinrest on the front of the machine. The other part of the machine resembled a giant white mixing bowl. I had to look through a little lens mounted directly in front of my eye, and keep my head as still as I could. When the test started, points of light flashed inside the bowl and I had to press the button on the clicker Yoshi had given me each time I saw one. We did it twice; one time for each eye. The process felt like I was playing some kind of video game on extra-hard mode.

His other tests all involved me looking into various machines that were meant to test my colour perception, depth perception and visual acuity. There was even one machine that apparently took a picture of my eyeballs, which I thought was extremely cool.

This examination was way more detailed and thorough than Dr. Nakayama's perfunctory examination at the hospital, and I have to confess that I was so fascinated by the whole thing, I completely lost my initial discomfort.

The only part I really didn't like was the eye drops that caused my pupils to dilate unnaturally wide. The medication worked fast, and when it did, I found that even moderately bright lights made my eyes hurt. I was grateful when Yoshi took me and my mother back to the relative darkness of Dr. Ishida's office.

I teared up involuntarily when Dr. Ishida used her powerful ophthalmoscope to have a look into my eyes. It was a similar setup to the visual field machine and the other machines, where I had to rest my chin and forehead on lightly padded spots and then look into the eyepieces. The light of the ophthalmoscope was so bright, it was painful, and Dr. Ishida apologized, saying that was always the most challenging aspect of an examination for patients.

When she was done, she moved the ophthalmoscope away and sat back in her chair. She was smiling, which was encouraging.

"There," she said. "All finished. How do you feel?"

I blinked a bunch of times and rubbed my eyes. "Blind," I said.

"The afterimage from the light will go away in a minute, and the effects of the eye drops will wear off in an hour or so. Don't worry." She rolled her chair over to her desk, where she made a few swift taps on her keyboard. "The good news is, you are not blind by any clinical definition. Let us have a look at your test results, and I'll be able to tell you exactly."

Mom and I waited patiently while Dr. Ishida clicked through several screens of what looked like graphs, and something that sort of reminded me of the image from an ultrasound scan. I wondered if that was Yoshi’s famous eyeball photo. If it was, I was glad Dr. Ishida could interpret what she was viewing, because I definitely couldn’t.

I liked that everything had been transmitted from the diagnostic machines to her computer almost instantaneously. It was nice to get results so fast.

Finally, she turned from the computer to face me again. "Victor, have you ever had glasses or contact lenses before?"

I frowned slightly. "No."

"Before your accident, did you have difficulty reading or doing anything that required you to look at things up close?"

"I've always had problems with reading," I told her honestly. "I'm not the brightest, so thought I wasn't smart enough to be very good at it."

"He was diagnosed with a mild learning delay as a child," Mom said. "His uncle has ADHD, and at first we thought it might've been that because he's got some of the same symptoms, but every doctor we took him to agreed he doesn't meet the criteria for that diagnosis.”

"Uncle Stephen can read, though," I said. "Like, he can read really well, and he's super smart. I think it's kind of a prerequisite for being a lawyer."

"A learning delay could certainly account for some trouble in the beginning, when you were trying to grasp the concept of reading," Dr. Ishida conceded. "But, are you able to recognize and understand the words you see when you read now, Victor?"

"Yeah," I said. "I can read, and I understand everything I'm reading in English and mostly everything in French, for my fluency level. I'm still learning to read Japanese, though. My husband’s helping me, but it’s hard, ‘cause if I read for more than a few minutes, stuff stops making sense."

“Only in Japanese?”

“No, in English and French too.”

"In what way does it stop making sense.”

"Like, the words get all fuzzy and distorted. It's like I can't focus on them, and then I get confused and I have to concentrate really hard to keep going. Then I get tired, and sometimes I even get a headache."

"Where?" asked the doctor. "Can you show me where on your head it typically hurts?"

I waved vaguely at my own face. "Right here. Just around my eyebrows and behind my eyes."

"Hmm... I'm not a specialist in learning, but I'm positive your problem with reading isn't related to a learning delay or an intellectual challenge at all," Dr. Ishida said. "If anyone were to ask me, I'd say your intelligence is well above average."

"I keep telling him he's smart," Mom said.

"I would tend to agree," said Dr. Ishida. "Victor, would you mind if we did one more test?"

"I'll do any tests you want me to," I said.

"Very well. I'll give the reading card back to you. You can hold it with both hands this time."

"Okay," I agreed.

She passed me the card, and then she went over to a cabinet and removed a medium sized box filled with what looked like glass disks with thin red borders. I wondered what she was doing as she perused the contents of the box. Finally, she set it down, and then took something else off the shelf in the cabinet that looked like a pair of glasses that had little brackets where the lenses would normally go. I watched, intrigued, as she selected two of the glass circles — lenses, I suddenly realized — from the box and fitted their red edges neatly into the brackets on the frames.

She came back to me and set the frames carefully onto my face. "There," she said. "Now, I would like you to try reading the text on the card again."

I wasn't sure what to expect when I glanced down at the card, but as I peered at it through the lenses, I think I might've let out a small gasp. Everything on the card looked sharp, much sharper than I'd ever seen printed text before. The typed letters looked just as crisp and precise as the distant gates and the 'FINISH' flag on a slalom course always look to me.

"The quick brown fox jumps over a lazy dog," I read. I had to hold the card a bit further away from me to read the lines of smaller text beneath it, which were about the same size as the printing on one of Yuri's pill bottles. I'd never been able to read those without having to squint. "Pack my red box with five dozen quality jugs."

The sentences were nonsense, and I would've laughed, but I was too amazed to react to the weird text.

Dr. Ishida seemed pleased. "Was that easier than normal?"

'Yeah, it was," I said and then, because I sometimes forget to engage my brain before my mouth when I'm excited, "How did you know?"

The doctor smiled. "I'm sure I've learned a thing or two over my many years of medical practice."

"Sorry," I said, slightly embarrassed, "But—"

"It's all right," she said. She took the frames off me and laid them on her desk before resuming her seat. She gestured toward the chairs where my mother was sitting, inviting me to get out the examination chair and into a more comfortable one next to my mom. I glady hopped down from the tall exam chair.

"Let me tell you what I've discovered," Dr. Ishida said, once I was settled beside Mom.

"I'm dying to know," I said.

"Based on all our tests, and the images Yoshi made of your eyes, I can say definitively that you have an eye condition called hyperopia. You've probably had it for quite some time, perhaps your entire life."

"What is it?" I asked. "Is it bad? Can you fix it?"

"Your eyes aren't shaped in quite the way they're supposed to be," she explained. "Because of that, they don't refract light the way they should, which causes you to be able to see things exceptionally well at a distance, but not as well close up. In some patients it can be severe, but your case is mild. Evidently it's mild enough not to have drawn much attention, especially considering your early learning delay, but I can see that it does cause you some problems."

"So... that's why I have a hard time reading?"

"I think your ability to read is likely above average, intellectually speaking, but physically, you experience eyestrain and fatigue if you do it for too long, correct?"

"Usually, yeah, and especially if I'm trying to read something small, like the labels on my husband's medications."

"So, to answer your third question, yes. We can correct that with glasses or contact lenses."

"Really?" I said. "You mean, I could read Yuri's pill bottles? Or a whole book? I could... I could keep up in university?" I turned in my mother's direction. "Mom! Did you hear that? I might not even need an educational accommodation assessment like I had to get for college."

Mom was beaming. "I heard. No special education assessment means no case worker either. I know how much you disliked all those progress meetings."

"Yeah," I said. "Imagine me just being a normal student and going to school like everybody else. Dr. Ishida, do you think I could do that? Go to university and keep up with the reading?"

"If university is your goal, then I think it's entirely achievable," said the doctor. "Once you adjust to your new glasses or contacts and you're more comfortable reading, there shouldn't be anything stopping you."

"Sweet! Now I just have to make up my mind for sure, whether I'm going to study physical therapy or nursing,” I said. “I really could do it, couldn’t I? Be a nurse, I mean. I was hesitating because of the reading, but now…” I trailed off, too overwhelmed to continue after the revelation I’d just received.

"I enjoy your enthusiasm," Dr. Ishida said. "Let's move forward one step at a time, though."

"Right. What's the next step?"

"I'd like to refer you to an optometrist so you can be tested properly for corrective lenses," she said. "But I think it's best to wait until you've recovered from your concussion first. Over the next month, you may regain most, if not all, of the vision you originally had."

"That's awesome!" I exclaimed.

"Are you scheduled for another CT scan?" she asked. "Dr. Sato sent me your first one. There are no physical injuries to your eyes, and it seems the vision loss was due entirely to the brain injury, so I'd like to see the changes over time."

"I'm getting another one in two weeks. X-rays on my arms too, so next time I see you, I might have at least one of my casts off."

"That's excellent," she said. "I'd like to see you again in four weeks' time, and we'll re-evaluate you then. Does that sound acceptable?"

"It sounds great," I said.

"Good. Do you have any questions?"

"Can I drive?"

She quirked an eyebrow at me. "Without the use of your hands?"

I made an inelegant snorting noise in my attempt to hold in a laugh. "Uh... I meant, once I get my casts off, can I drive?"

"Yes," she said. "In terms of vision, for now I’ll clear you for daytime driving only, but I want you to wait until Dr. Sato clears you physically as well. No daredevil nonsense, please. I know what you snowboarders are like."

"Guilty," I said. "Do you see a lot of snowboarders?"

"No more than the average specialist sees in Mt. Komorebi, but my son and daughter are both obsessed with the sport. My daughter does freestyle, and she's had more injuries than I can count."

"If she does freestyle, she probably knows my friend, Seiji Hinamori."

Dr. Ishida looked amused. "Worships the snow he rides on," she said. "Some teenagers are into movie stars or rock bands. My child is apparently a Hinamori fangirl. Her words, not mine."

"If he knew he had fangirls..." I shook my head. "But, it's best if he doesn't know, honestly."

"I'll consider that a warning," she said. "Now, do you have any other questions?"

"I just have one other question, really. It's probably going to sound totally selfish though."

"Why don't you ask anyway?" she encouraged.

"You know I'm an international-level competitor, right? Do you think I'll ever be able to compete again?"

"What's selfish about that?" she inquired. "I think it's a perfectly valid question, given that your sport is more of a profession than a pastime."

"So, do you think I'll be able to do it?"

"I don't see why you couldn't compete again," Dr. Ishida said. "I think that's a question best saved for Dr. Sato, though. She'll be the one giving you medical clearance to resume your normal activities, including driving and sports. If she says you can get back on your board, I'll be happy to concur."

Let me tell you, I was practically bouncing on my way out of there. The news couldn't possibly have been better if I'd scripted it myself. The only problem was, it made me even more impatient for my concussion to resolve and my arms to get better so I could start exercising and eventually hit the slopes again. This season was over and done for me, but the next FIS World Championship wasn't till next year. With my wins from the first part of this season, I could still make it if I worked extra hard.

Of course, that might involve Yuri and me living in Mt. Komorebi for another year so Sakura and I could stay together and train, but I didn't think Yuri would mind. We might lose the chance of getting our haunted house in Willow Creek, but that's a trade-off I was willing to accept. We could still move back there later, and there'd be other houses for sale.

Or maybe we could move this spring like we planned, if I could somehow convince my former coach back home that I can still be a viable contender and that he should work with me again. I made up my mind to reach out to him as soon as I got the all-clear from Dr. Sato.

Even if I can’t complete again, I can still go to university, and with the possibility of improving my ability to read, my range of options has suddenIy opened wider than ever. I hadn’t anticipated getting such a moral boost from the eye doctor, but I’m infinitely grateful for it, and absolutely thrilled that my prospects have potentially become that much brighter because of it:

So much now depends on what Dr. Sato says when I see her again. My next appointment with her is still two weeks away, and then it'll be two more weeks after that until I see Dr. Ishida for a follow-up for my eyes. By then, it'll already be March. That'll only give Yuri and me a few months to solidify our plans for the near future

Uncle Stephen already told me that he'd help with Yuri's immigration paperwork, and that somebody else at his law firm can help us with all the arrangements to purchase the haunted house. I want to contact them sooner rather than later as well, but now we need to sort out whether or not we're even moving.

Since my accident, I’ve felt like everything’s been up in the air, and now, with the news that I might not have to give up my professional snowboarding career after all, everything else just seems to have become that much more uncertain.

I've got the feeling the next month is going to be really tough for Yuri and me, not just because we're both in the process of recovering, but also because there's so much to decide and so much to do, and neither one of us is in a position to be able to do anything immediately. The best I can do is hope that my own impatience and the stress of waiting don't get to me too much.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #victorsworldadventures #victor nelson #tw doctors #stargazersims

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saltysaccharin · 2 years ago

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Three Words (Again)

— [???] {SEMICANON}

• characters :: shiro <insert last name>, baxter ward

• genre :: narrative, fluff (hurt/comfort if you squint)

• warnings :: i did not get to play the dlc beta so baxter might be ooc but it's ok

synopsis / prompt :: "i love you." "...still?"

word count :: 709

a/n :: i would like to apologize for the last post, i am now aware that my actions have hurt people (bynn /j) and i hope to seek amends with this less heartbreaking kinda-sequel.

"That went well." Shiro sniggered, although lighthearted. They spared Baxter a single glance out of the corner of their eye before looking back at the seemingly endless ocean.

They were never particularly a beach person — that was Cove's thing — but growing up next to it made it rather hard to not appreciate it.

What didn't go appreciated, however, was Shiro's little jab. Baxter let out an embarrassed noise, though it was more towards himself than at the other.

The two of them had just dropped by Shiro's childhood home for a quick visit to their moms, and to say that neither woman was pleased to see Baxter would be an understatement. While Shiro had forgiven Baxter for his past transgressions, their mothers definitely didn't take kindly to seeing the cause of their child's teenage heartbreak.

Of course, nothing too hostile took place. The people who raised Baxter's wonderful, forgiving Shiro had to have set good examples, after all.

Shiro only laughed quietly to themselves as Baxter groaned, finally facing the very real repercussions of his foolish younger self.

"It could've been worse," They said, cuing another groan from the former, "At least Liz wasn't home!"

Baxter sighed in relief, running his hand through his hair, "Yes... That was most fortunate. I couldn't even imagine what she would do to me if she saw my face after what happened..."

"Let's just say that she has a good lawyer." Shiro joked, a shit-eating grin on their face before Baxter's overdramatic, horrified expression met their gaze.

"Wouldn't you even testify for a dead man's sake?!" Baxter pointed, shooting the other an accusatory look as he played along.

"And turn against Liz? No way. I'd be next."

The pair continued to exchange playful banter as they sat by the all too familiar seashore of Sunset Bird, just out of the water's reach. Baxter's semi-formal attire would likely never be fully rid of the sand, and the same could be said about Shiro's incredibly long hair — but neither seemed to care about anything else while they talked.

They'd deal with the sand (and everything else) later, but for now; each other was where all the focus was.

After a bit, the conversation died down into a calm lull, leaving only the wind and waves to fill the comfortable silence.

As cliché as it was, their hands found each other atop the sand between them. Shiro's slender fingers intertwined with Baxter's in what could only be described as a natural instinct.

They had always been drawn to one another since that summer five years ago. Even if neither Baxter nor Shiro were ready for each other back then, they knew it was true.

But things were different now.

"I love you."

...Or maybe not.

Shiro's cheekily narrowed eyes glanced at Baxter, whose reaction was nearly identical to the face he made the first time they said it. Shiro remembered it as clearly as day — of course they did. How could they forget the temporary blush in spite of the fear in his eyes?

Now, there was no fear. Only confusion, some guilt.. and a highschool girl's giddiness.

It took a moment for Baxter to speak again. Just one question, one word.

"...Still?"

He chuckled softly, light disbelief in his voice as he looked back at Shiro. He wasn't going to look away this time — he was going to make sure of it.

Shiro laughed. Their innocent, euphonious laugh; when genuine, always accompanied by a couple fingers to their lips and a completely closed-eye smile.

When their dark eyes opened again, the contented look they gave Baxter sent his heart on a marathon.

"You're absolutely delightful. Yes, still," Shiro hummed, still holding his hand. "And you can take your time with saying it back— You will this time. I know you will."

They said it with such a playfully threatening undertone, yet Baxter couldn't help but be endeared nonetheless.

He sighed; they were right. He'd already fallen head over heels, after all — it was only a matter of time before he'd say it out loud.

But for now...

"Well, I do like you." He half-joked, shrugging with one shoulder.

Shiro laughed again.

Oh, how he hoped to continue hearing that laugh.

"That's good enough for me."

#courtesy of saltysaccharin's thumbs #when is it my turn to be happy #i can't wait for the baxter dlc release i'm gonna explode on may 19 actually (real)

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take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar · 2 years ago

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Darling anon (i feel a bit less stressed and kinda find that being my tag name kinda amusing to me but it’s mainly to identify as the same person etc.) (feel free not to answer this but this is just a response msg rather than leaving it open so you know I’ve read it)

I appreciate you taking the time to reply and thanks for also understanding, a lot of people might’ve gotten angry over me mentioning stuff like that though I didn’t expect you to as I enjoy the blog as I said, seems like a safe space, and you seem like a kind person.

I also rationalised with myself about how it could just be that as a woman you hadn’t considered anything like that off the bat as you perhaps weren’t used to it, or don’t experience it etc. so it wouldn’t of been actual judgment, just simple inexperience.. though I thought I’d set it straight as well as I also didn’t want to leave you feeling weirded out either and it didn’t sit right considering the intent of the ask was to send get well vibes/check in you’re alright as sometimes people just need that.

(I don’t hate you for role playing a gay guy, anyone should be allowed to RP anything as long as they’re sensitive/respectful to real life people as well, I only would’ve felt unhappy if it was that you RPd a gay character but weren’t understanding/got funny about real life behaviours or more intolerant to irl gay peoples behaviour/speech/all that, just as some women I’ve come across treat real gay people very different to their favourite gay characters, even if it’s positive obviously there’s such thing as positive homophobia as well, and I needed to understand what was happening.)

Hi again dear~, and i know you said i haven't got to answer this-- but, in turn i wanted to do so just so you know i've seen and read your message as well-- (it just took me a bit to reply this time as i was waiting until i had my laptop again)

Anyway though, i'd like to open this reply with a small apology for if i've misinterpreted/misunderstood anything from both this and your last message, given that sometimes my comprehension can be a little iffy-- But aside from that, i'm still glad to hear that you enjoy my blog~ and still think i seem like a good person even if that initial ask gave an impression i wasn't aiming to give--

Seeing as i do try my best to be an understanding person, and even in moments when i might not fully understand, i'll try my best not to treat anyone without at least a little kindness-- (unless they've done something to deserve otherwise, but that's another issue all together--)

And yes i do admit that thanks to both my status as a woman, and in part thanks to my background as well, i may not have as much experience/understanding of things in a gay/queer space-- i again try my best to be understanding about things i may not know much about, and hopefully plan to learn more about these things in the future… I do appreciate you trying to be understanding with me in return about that, though~ and very much still appreciate the good vibes you originally came to send💕

(aaaa i'm glad to know you don't hate me for soemthing like that-- as i agree, anyone should be allowed to rp whatever they like, so long as they're respectful and such to those irl it may deal with or effect-- because i 100% don't agree with anyone who would treat, for this example, someone gay in real life differently than you would any other person-- even if you do so in a way that's seemingly positive, but like you said, instead ends up being positive homophobia-- because to me, regardless of who a person is, so long as they treat you kindly/with respect they deserve the same in return--)

And to close out this ask, i apologize if i didn't touch on all your points-- But for now this is the best response my brain can give me, so i hope it covers things well enough ; w ;" Tough i'll also close with wishing you well, and hoping that you're having a wonderful day~

#{|ooc post|}#{|There... Satisfied now?: Asks|}#{|Looks like ya forgot the lens cap: Anonymous|}

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boundlss · 1 year ago

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"I was made to upset you. I'd be more surprised if you weren't."

It's a cold response, but Melvi is what he is. Even at his most amicable, he'd never quite mastered the art of speaking kindly.

For most people, this event is a party. For Melvi, a lions' den filled with many people who don't know how to let go of a grudge---not that Melvi, stubborn and set in his ways as he is, is any better. Were he a less emotional person, he might not have come at all, and he's beginning to regret that Luck had extended an invitation to him at the first place.

Melvi knows his own tendencies, after all. He won't step gingerly around the sleeping lions. He'll poke and prod them until they bare their fangs. That's how it will always be.

That said, he can't come up with a single thing aside from that to say to hurt Maiza more than his very existence does. Nothing that doesn't put a foul taste in his mouth, anyway.

If I hurt Maiza Avaro, I'm doing exactly what I was made for. I refuse to be their puppet even after all this time.

"And that isn't my fault. You're right." Melvi decides to remain as neutrally cold as he can, de-clawed as he currently is. "I'd like to think I've done a very good job of completely avoiding your whole family tonight, so I graciously apologize that not even distance can make up for the fact that my very existence makes you want to cry."

He's probably thinking about his brother. Frankly, Maiza isn't the first Avaro to constantly remind Melvi of how similar he looks to Gretto.

It's not my fault. I didn't have a say in it. I certainly didn't ask to be created. I didn't ask to come here, or to be gawked at all night. Who cares if it makes Luck happy that I'm putting in an effort? He's not the one who has to loiter about while the people who actually belong here look at him like he's not to be trusted, or like he's bringing down the atmosphere simply by standing there and staying out of the way.

"In any case, I'm not sure what you want me to say to that. You're certainly not the only person who finds me difficult to be around. At least they seem to only have an issue with me because of something I did."

Feeling himself grow hot, Melvi takes a breath, stepping back. If not for the fact that he didn't want to cause a scene that Luck would have to deal with, he probably would have stepped over the line without even meaning to.

Evil will commit evil, I suppose. There isn't any changing that.

"You're in luck, at least. I have no desire to stay here when it's clear I'm not wanted. Congratulations, your burden-free festivities can begin shortly." Unable to help himself from driving the passive-aggressive knife in a little further, Melvi takes a short, light bow as he steps back.

maiza feels guilty for staring when melvi is across the room, but he cannot help the way his eye is drawn to him against his will. he looks so much like gretto, && it tugs painfully at his heartstrings.

he averts his eyes when he realizes that his gaze has narrowed && sharpened into a glare, but it's too late. the damage is done. so he excuses himself from the conversation he's been tuned out of for the past minute or so with a mumbled apology, && takes a moment to compose himself.

breathing shallowed, maiza weighs his options. he can simply leave ; that would be the easy option, but then again, this is a festa hosted by the martillos. he shouldn't have to run away from his own party, especially not from melvi dormentaire. so he nudges his glasses up on his nose && walks over, trying to keep his expression neutral.

he spots berga gandor across the room, watching him, && the taller man leans in to mutter something to his wife, whose eyes dart over to maiza, && then whispers back. feeling self conscious, maiza looks away. the last thing he wants to do is cause a scene. "luck," he says to the youngest gandor, clearing his throat as he approaches. "i'm sorry. excuse us a moment."

now alone with melvi, still feeling far more exposed than he'd like, maiza exhales. "i wish," he starts, then stops, biting his tongue. "i truly wish... the circumstances... they're of a sort that..." he plucks his glasses off his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. he's never felt so inarticulate. but before he can continue, melvi cuts him off, as if predicting what he's attempting to say.

❛ i am what i am. you cannot be angry with a stove for heating the house. ❜

maiza bows his head. you just look so much like my dead brother is a terribly unfair response, even to melvi. && with the time that's passed, you tried to kill firo, && you would've tried to kill me won't cut it either. in a room of ninety percent immortals, melvi wouldn't be able to set foot inside alveare if anyone still considered him a threat.

but it's not really about that at all, is it? not his treacherous intentions in 1935. it's what melvi represents — who he resembles, yes, but more than that, what it would have meant, had he succeeded. in 1930, a 200+ year guilt && heartache had finally eased. knowing that gretto's memories — && soul, if one believed in such things — had been laid to rest inside firo, a person who maiza cares for, trusts, && perhaps even sees as a little brother in his own right had been a miracle he'd never expected. but it had brought forth a new guilt, the curse of immortality bestowed upon firo, eased only by firo's insistence that he was thrilled by it. but had melvi devoured him — stealing firo's life, && gretto's memories — that, alone, would have killed maiza too. && that is a fear he's never been able to fully let go of.

"i'm not angry," maiza says finally, which may not be true but is how it should be. he knows that. he's older than melvi, in appearance && years, && he shouldn't be handling this with such immaturity. "i just find it.... very, very difficult to see you here, knowing everything that..." he sighs. "but it's not your fault. the problem, && the difficulty, lies with me && me alone. this is my burden to shoulder, && honestly, melvi... i have no interest in being your friend. i'm sure you feel the same about me. but despite my reservations, you've clearly earned the respect of people who are my friends, && i have to come to terms with that."

he replaces his glasses, && forces a smile. "so i'm not angry. i don't even hate you. i only..." the laugh he lets out is broken && sounds more like a choked down sob. "i'm sad. that's it. that's as honest as i can be."

deathless . / @redeulogy

#unfortunately the fact that he looks exactly like gretto is one of the things melvi can't stand the most #maiza: it just makes me sad to see you here #melvi: a. not my problem b. ok cool i'll just go fuck myself then #muse: melvi dormentaire #empiriical #sorry had to reply to this right away xoxo

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reilliane · 3 years ago

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✤ — Universe: Tyranny ✤ — Concept: Introducing two of the core members in the Queen's Retinue ✤ — Characters: Alatus, Kazuha A/N: WELL HERE IT IS-

It is seldom for you to leave the Kingdom for you've managed to keep foreign interdependence intact without the need for meetings. Yet, this particular Kingdom has always been on thin ice with Khemia long before you have taken the throne. A war is a possibility. Aware that even the previous King has made time to visit the foreign nation, you've to go ahead and do the same thing if you wish to keep Khemia to yourself. A war is far from one what you want in the first place—despite putting your initial focus on military power—unless, of course, threatened. So, set at the season of spring, you left the Kingdom in the careful care of your brother, accompanied with a retinue smaller than usual.

You do not plan to stick around in a foreign nation for too long.

To your complete and utter surprise, however, the second you arrive at the Kingdom of Kuni, its sovereign is nowhere to be found—and understandably, those left in charge are panicking. Cognizant of the way your title is known past the borders, you needn't utter a word as they take initiative, scurrying to accommodate you. It's amusing.

A woman who goes by the name of Miko is the one to welcome you personally in the palace, lit with pretty violet flames—it's presently evening—upon the candles and chandeliers.

Such splendor for a Kingdom known for conquest. One will think at first glance that bloodshed isn't in the roots of this place.

Oh, but that'd be a little presumptuous to say... given you've risen for the Crown whilst spilling blood.

"We have arranged it best, suited for the Queen," the sly-looking lady smiles as you arrive at the door. Your lodging for the next few days and nights.

"As expected," you compliment, wearing a minute smile, "I look forward to meeting your sovereign by dawn."

She nods—not knowing that their ruler won't actually be arriving anytime soon—before turning to the pair of men three steps behind you as assigned.

The rest of your servants and retainers have already been set to do other works, from presenting the gifts you've bought to giving them their time of leisure. All that's left now are...

"And these men... your Majesty? Your guards, I believe, where would you prefer their quarters to be?"

You meet their eyes, a flick of interest seen in your [c]s before you shake your head and enter the room.

"I could care less. You may ask their preference, it is up to you."

The door shuts and the pink-haired lady is then left standing with the rest of the Queen's retinue; a blank-faced servant and a smiling—he seems mad, though—knight.

Alatus

✤ — Good evening, I'm Alatus of Khemia's Elites, the Yaksha. Thank you kindly for accommodating her Majesty in spite of our sudden arrival.

It would appear that the messenger crow sent has failed to deliver its message, do allow me to amend—... not needed? I see, well!

My gratitude, lady Miko.

... Oh, my preference, you ask?

If it isn't much of a bother, I'd like to be stationed someplace far—not too far, of course. The reason? Well—

... I beg your pardon? Harboring enmity towards her Majesty?

Hah, how bemusing. Do understand that I'm not trying to be rude, but I won't be answering that comment of yours, lady Miko.

Well then, shall we be off? I've much to do, still. And one of them is to tend to her Majesty... as ordered.

Kazuha

✤ — A wonderful night to you and the rest of Kuni, lady Miko.

Yes, our journey was nothing short of safe. The people are welcoming, I am certain that her Majesty is delighted, I assure you.

That said, I'd like my quarters to be close to the Queen, if you please. Distance by rooms does not matter, as long as this is met, then—yes, thank you kindly.

It comes without saying that in turn—

Ah, yes. I've yet to introduce myself. My apologies, lady Miko.

I'm Kaedehara Kazuha.

Hm? Oh, indeed—I am of noble blood, but the prestige of our name has dwindled in antiquity. It's not a matter that must concern you.

I am the Queen's personal Knight and servant.

Both public and private.

a/n: if you catch my drift in these voicelines, dearies.. ADAENFWLEJBELback

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#m-tyranny #m-voicelines #alatus x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #reader insert #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #kazuha fluff #xiao fluff

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dragynkeep · 3 years ago

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Tbh I feel like I would like Blake (and many other characters) way more if the writers just realized the flaws they wrote into them and had them overcome said flaws.

Like... Blake realizing she's becoming like Adam and apologizing to Sun for hitting him? That sounds so good and I'd love to see it. Weiss apologizing to Whitley for being a bitch to him without the whole *he does something that benefits her and only after does she treat him kindly (which is the same thing her dad made her do)* sounds so fucking good for Weiss's character.

But the writers are so insistent that RWBY+ always be good and right and perfect 24/7 that these possible doors are not only ignored but half the time THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW THEY'RE THERE. I can't remember the last time someone in RWBY+ grew(maybe like... v4 Ren???) in a way that I felt was naturally written into the characters. Ruby learning hand to hand and Yang using her semblance less feel like rando problems the writers made up for them. I'd say maybe v4/5 Blake, but current Blake doesn't even act like that anymore.

It's just really frustrating that I can see the different ways the characters could've grown that would be compelling and would make me love them so much more than I do, but they never actually DO it.

please, it’s the way blake would be a so much more fulfilling character if she was actually allowed to have flaws & be forced to acknowledge that she was abusive to sun in v4. she was mirroring the actions of her past abuse & she needed the time & the honest slap to the face via words & confrontation of her actions to recognize this & change, honest to god change. blake apologising to sun & sun being allowed to accept that on her own terms, us seeing blake learning to manage her temper & these abusive behaviours she learned would be so cathartic because so many abuse victims do fall to this. we do internalize our anger, we have acted in a toxic, harmful manner because of our own trauma, that’s why it’s called a cycle of abuse. but that trauma isn’t a get away free card for us & that’s why it’s important to make sure this is realized with these types of characters instead of just giving them a free pass because “wah their twauma.”

same with weiss. same for honestly a lot of characters in the show that really seem to get a free pass because they went through something bad & had that accepted without making the change towards their bad behaviour. qrow is another major candidate for this, cinder & emerald too.

this is why i’ve found myself gravitating to a lot of fanworks, especially when i first became more critical of the show because they do handle these issues with tact & respect, they have the characters grow in meaningful ways that make sense for their established history & personalities. so why the hell can’t the actual writers? it makes no goddamn sense.

#rwby #rwde #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #sun wukong #whitley schnee #qrow branwen #cinder fall #emerald sustrai #owl.txt #answered #q #abuse /

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valberryy · 4 years ago

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efficacy. — zhongli

hi!! this started out as an oc fic, but i thought i'd convert it to a reader insert!! i tried to change some of the more "explicit" oc info, so hopefully it's fine now!

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader

content warnings: mentions of blood/injury/death, contemplations of/vaguely attempted murder, slight swearing. if these topics are sensitive to you, i'd recommend clicking away.

[Name]'s life would be nothing without order. They found a certain comfort in routines—working at the bookshop with Jifang in the afternoons, working for their less-than-legal clients once night fell. There was an odd kind of safety they found in it, in completed contracts and crossed-out bounties on a board: as they wiped the blood off their blade at sunrise, they found themself glad they no longer lived at the whims of ice, and snow, and migrating deer.

Tonight was odd, though.

A dagger twirled deftly between their fingers, and [Name] raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the informant sitting before them. A mask and hood alike obscured his face, and he seemed almost to hesitate slightly beneath their burning gaze—a newbie, then, or a fool.

"So?" they asked, their voice like a whip-crack in the silence. "Don't waste my time."

"Apologies," he said, and [Name] had to resist the urge to scoff. At another raised eyebrow the informant dug through his things and passed them an envelope.

Gingerly, they tore it open. "...Wangsheng?" they muttered to themself, before glancing back up. "I trust you have the right compensation?"

A stiff, "Of course," was their only response.

The knife between [Name]'s fingers stilled, before it became embedded in the cheap wood next to their now-client's head.

They stood, gave an almost-mocking flourish of a bow, and walked off without another word.

ii.

[Name] did not glance up from the shelf they were restocking when the footsteps of another customer coming up the stairs came into earshot, only saying a gruff, "Welcome," as they grew closer.

Their only response was a content hum, and they resisted the urge to sigh in relief that this particular patron wasn't a chatterbox.

The minutes trickled by in comfortable silence, as the man—for he was a man, [Name] learned, as soon as they looked up and towards his direction—browsed through their selection. The only sounds to be heard were the blowing of the breeze and the idle chatter of people walking past.

"What a fine collection you have," he said, and turned to face the counter they were seated behind. At the sight of his face they were thrust back into two nights ago—an unpleasant evening in a dingy old house, an envelope in one hand and a cheap knife in the other.

Not now, they thought to themself. Not now, when the blood can seep into the floorboards. The smell will hang for days.

"Thank you," they elected to say in reply. "...Will you be buying?"

He nodded, a thoughtful hand on his chin. "Indeed. The entire stock, actually."

[Name] faltered. "The entire…?" They coughed into a fist, regaining their composure and leaning forward on the counter. "That's going to cost you, sir."

They could almost see the excited sparkles around him as he opened his mouth to speak again, and whatever thoughts they had on how elegant and refined he seemed were thrown out to sea.

"Yes, of course," he began, "there truly is no treasure greater than knowledge, after all—there is a subtle nuance to the art to capturing a moment in time so vividly using just words alone…"

As he continued to ramble, [Name] rested their chin on their palm. The daggers concealed beneath their clothes were cool and heavy on their skin—a constant reminder, a subtle threat.

When his voice trailed off they gave a small, polite smile, standing upright again. "If you have the Mora, there should be nothing stopping you, sir."

The faraway, almost dreamy look in his eyes grew lucid at the mention of Mora. "Ah, of course. Mora," he said, and started patting his pockets searching for his wallet.

When neither of them heard the telltale clinking of coins, they glanced at each other almost exasperatedly.

"My deepest apologies—"

"...No, it's okay—"

The knife still burned against their skin, but they brushed it aside for a moment to grab an unwrapped copy of a book under the desk. They held it out to him, their face blank but the faintest, faintest hints of amusement dancing in their eyes.

He was…interesting. Dead men can rarely boast as much.

"Take it," they said, simply.

His eyes seemed to widen in pleasant surprise. "Are you certain?" he asked, and at [Name]'s casual shrug in the affirmative he gingerly took it from their hands.

"Thank you kindly," he said, raising the package in the air and inspecting it. "I'll have to repay you, for this."

They looked at him again, and thought of the envelope from the other night, thought of how they could almost feel his pulse as their fingers brushed just seconds prior.

"I'll hold you to it, then, sir," they elected to say.

Not now, not now, not now.

iii.

On his lips played a gentle smile that [Name] couldn't help but to distrust.

"There's a restaurant I believe you'd like," he had said. "Allow me to treat you for lunch, as thanks."

Their head had thus begun to swim with backup plans and what-ifs. Did he know? Was this some elaborate ruse to poison them? Surely not, right? They had been so careful up until now, too…

They blinked away their initial surprise and canted their head to the side. "Where?"

At that he went off onto another tangent, just as long as the ramble he had gone on a few days prior. [Name] found themself zoning out, glancing at where they knew his jugular was beneath his collar—or perhaps poison during their impromptu outing would fare better?

No, they scolded themself, there would be witnesses at a restaurant.

"...Don't worry, of course, I'll be sure to bring the Mora this time around," he said with a velvety laugh, and [Name] suddenly found themself back in the present.

They leaned forward on the bookstore counter, an eyebrow raised. "I don't even know your name, Mister Philanthropist."

Another smile graced his features, then—apologetic this time, and he outstretched a hand for them to shake. "My apologies," he said. "I am Zhongli, consultant for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor."

Gingerly, they took his hand in turn. They could feel the rhythmic beat-beat-beat of his pulse under their fingers.

Soon, they thought.

"Call me [Name]," they said, and forced themself to smile.

A few days later, it just so happened that both of their schedules were free.

"Would you still be willing to indulge me?" Zhongli asked—he had been visiting more often lately, and it just so happened that many of his visits happened to be on the days [Name] was there, as well. Jifang seemed curious, and honestly they were as well—did he enjoy their company? Was there something about their short, curt responses that didn't turn him away?

Or maybe he was planning something, too?

Nevertheless, despite their raging paranoia, it wasn't like they were in much of a position to complain. Jifang seemed content at their new, distinguished guest, and [Name] took it as an opportunity to learn more about him for the time being.

"...If you so wish," they said, plucking the book he was holding out of his hands to wrap it for him.

"Only if you do, my friend." Damn him and his deflection. "But it is my firm belief that the generous receive what is due to them, in time."

They hummed idly as they thumbed through the book he had chosen—something or other about the natural beauty of Inazuma—and then glanced back up at him.

And that was how they found themself here, they supposed.

Their table was relatively silent compared to some others, but it was by no means uncomfortable or awkward. With the idle chatter of other people and the clear sky above as a backdrop, the two dined in comforting silence—only the clinking of ceramic against each other to be heard, and to [Name]'s surprise, no traces of poison to be found whatsoever.

As the sun began to dip down the horizon, and all their food had been finished and the bill paid, the two found themselves taking a stroll down by the docks. Zhongli's gaze was trained ahead, while [Name]'s flitted about cautiously.

"Forgive me if I'm prying, however…" he began, "...But you're not a native, are you, my friend?"

A jolt, then, a bolt of white-hot fear running through their limbs. Did he know? Did they give themself away?

"I'm not," they said. "I was born abroad."

A satisfied hum was their response, and when they turned to glance at him, they found the smallest of smiles on his face.

"It's getting late," Zhongli said. "Thank you for today. I'd like to do this again, with you."

[Name] took pause at that. They thought once again of the envelope hidden under their drawers, and the knives hidden under their clothes.

They thought about the way Zhongli rambled on about whatever tale it was the storyteller across the street had spun—how "that indeed is one interpretation of it, but in the original text, the author actually meant to imply that…"

There was a pang of what almost felt like guilt in their chest, at that.

"...And I, you," they said, finally, "...my friend."

iv.

Perhaps stumbling into your supposed assassination target's home half-bloody with an arrow sticking out of your side was not the brightest idea, but in [Name]'s defense were two things: first of all, they had no fucking clue it was Zhongli's in the first place, and secondly, they couldn't exactly keep running from their angry former client with an arrow sticking out of their side.

And thus whatever levels of discretion they normally would have had were thrown out the window as they climbed into Zhongli's in the dead of night, and probably knocked something over in the process (if the new bruises were anything to go by).

(To be fair, they had been calling each other friends for a while now. Is this what friends did? [Name] couldn't be sure—their shady friends weren't exactly the best examples, after all.)

They had just sat up and groaned in pain when Zhongli came in, alarmed first at the noise and then at their sorry state.

"...Sorry," they muttered through gritted teeth. "Thought the place was empty—ow, shit! I can—I can do it mysel—"

"Nonsense," he said, his voice and hands firmer than they had noticed before. "...I still haven't repaid you for your favour to me, after all."

They stopped for a moment, at that. "...I thought the lunch was repayment?"

Somehow, Zhongli found it in himself to laugh, albeit tensely. From where they were sitting, they could see his face a lot more clearly than they had before—the tenseness in his brow, the flecks of gold in his amber irises, the way his nose crinkled at the density of the smell of blood.

"No," he replied, "that was a thank you."

They hummed, before hissing in pain again. "Pull the other way; the arrowhead went in at an angle—"

"Ah, yes, my mistake…"

[Name] continued, "I suppose this is your repayment, then?"

They only barely hid their surprise when he shook his head again.

"I'm doing this because I want to, [Name]."

(Somehow, they liked their name better when hearing it from him. Was it the timbre of his voice? Was it the appeal of hearing your name from a man who was supposed to be long-dead?)

"...I see."

As he sealed the last of the bandages and allowed them to adjust their clothes, he helped them over to what they assumed was a guest room, of sorts. He helped them to take a seat on shaky legs, and placed a firm, almost comforting hand on their shoulder.

"Promise me you'll be more careful, my friend."

They glanced away, their face oddly warm. Wasn't blood loss supposed to do the opposite? "I can't guarantee that, Zhongli."

He followed their gaze over to the floor, and then glanced back at them. "If not that, then I'd at least ask you to…rely on me more," he said, and something about the sincerity in his voice struck them as odd.

They almost wanted to burn that envelope in their drawers when they went home.

[Name] glanced back up at him, forcing themself to face his questioning gaze.

"...I'll try."

But only for you.

+1.

In [Name]'s life, there exists a line they do not dare themself to cross. On one side stands sweet Jifang from the bookshop, the tenacious Traveller and their friends, and the ghosts of their loved ones from Inazuma; and on the other stands themself and their other shadowy benefactors.

The first to tread the line between the two was Zhongli—who, despite the bounty on his head, still managed to maneuvre his way into them somehow being able to call him their friend.

Honestly. The Seven damn him and his stupid charisma, and his stupid voice, and his stupid encyclopedic knowledge of silk flowers.

When [Name] woke up, they were not in their home.

Through their shock they failed to register the bandages wound around their torso, and bit back a yelp of pain as the wound threatened to reopen. In the dark they could see their overwear folded neatly on the bed next to them, and Zhongli asleep, slumped over in a chair.

Suddenly, they were acutely aware of the old bone knife under their clothes—their only souvenir from home, unstained by blood for years, and years, and years.

Would Zhongli be its first, then?

Quietly they stood and dug through their folded clothes until they felt it—the uneven blade, the worn-down grooves near the hilt. They skulked their way over to where he slept, and tried to ignore how painfully peaceful his slow, even breaths were.

His eyes fluttered open just as they pressed the blade to his throat. He seemed too calm, though, not even a twitch of his hands or a hitch in his breath to give away any surprise at all. All he did was place a loose grip on their wrist—a stark contrast to their white-knuckled, shaking hand—and ask,

"What are you doing, [Name]?"

They grit their teeth. "...I'm sorry," they said, "but I have a contract to complete."

Something in Zhongli's eyes softened at that. This was his domain, they realised—contracts, and contingencies, and wordplay.

His grip on their wrist tightened, ever so slightly, and he traced his free hand over their clenched jaw. "But so do we," he replied. "I've still never paid you back, after all."

There was a pause, then—a long, pregnant silence.

"May I kiss you?" Zhongli asked, his voice like a whip-crack in the space between them. [Name] said nothing, but the crease between their brows deepened further.

The dagger embedding itself into the floor and the soft, firm press of their lips against his was enough of an answer.

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darknessisafriend · 4 years ago

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Finally I found you again

@sonrisa-yk Hiiii💖 can I request a fic? About the Abbé de Coulmier, maybe? I don't know how it works, but I'd like to know if its possible a oc insert: my oc is called Lucille Chagall, is two years older than the Abbé, she's his childhood best friend. Like, they have a romantic and sexual tension tho -////-. If possible, can you make it nsfw? If not, it's okay :) i will love it anyways

I love you and your content, dear💖💖 have a good day!

Hey darling, I hope you will enjoy it and that it will make you happy <3

The Abbe couldn’t stop smiling today, and all his employees kept wondering why, not that he wasn’t easily joyful but today, he literally seemed excited and head in the clouds. And how could he not be? A few weeks ago, he had received a letter from his childhood friend, Lucille Chagall, she had heard about his position as the Director of Charenton and contacted him, after so many years apart and without news, it was a great opportunity to catch up. And after exchanging many letters, she had announced him she would visit him, and it was finally today.

He wondered what she looked like now, a grown-up woman who made him blush as a child already and made him wish for a kiss. Except now things were different, he was a priest, and perhaps she was even engaged or married.

“Abbe, a carriage is arriving.” Informed him Valcours and his heart skipped a beat, here’s what will answer to his questions. Unconsciously he smoothed his cassock and made sure his hair were nicely combed. And he waited on top of the front stairs, ignoring the whispers of a few of his maids who tried to imagine why the Abbe was so joyful and wanted to be so perfect, and of course the rumors could only grow when a young woman stepped out of the carriage, wearing a white dress with a light blue band on the bottom part and a shawl around her shoulders. He swallowed down, how much she had grown, she was even more beautiful than he remembered.

“Lucille.” He said, just loud enough for her to hear him, and her eyes landed on him, she could have almost not recognized him. She remembered a little boy who was so joyful and often messing around, and now she had in front of her a handsome man, wrapped in that straight cassock which reflected the so many responsibilities on his shoulders, duties to himself, God and those around him.

“Francois? Oh sorry, Abbe de Coulmier.” She apologized, blushing, she had to get used to that title. He chuckled, approaching her.

“Come on Lucille, we have known each other for years, you can still call me by my name.” he spoke kindly, she noticed how calm and thoughtful he had become, and that added even more charm to the man. “I hope your trip to come here wasn’t too bad.”

“Alright, go for Francois then! And yes, the trip was okay, I only live two hours away and this part of the countryside is beautiful.” She answered, her cheeks pink, that voice combined with this beauty, he was the most handsome man she ever encountered.

He guided her inside the Asylum, showing her the work he did there, art classes, a theatre, his little Heaven of peace. Art therapy for the patients, gentleness and benevolence were the key words here. Lucille was slowly understanding the boy she appreciated so much hadn’t disappeared, he was still so joyful, even playful with his patients, he hadn’t changed so much after all, he had become a wonderful man and her feelings for him which had never disappeared were now growing. What a shame he was a priest with chastity vows, she was a young woman fully in the age to marry.

“Have you never missed anything since you entered Monastery?” she couldn’t help but ask, after all at 10 years old, he might not have understood all the sacrifices he would have to make. He smiled, turning to her.

“Gluttony.” He whispered mischievously, making her giggle, it’s true that he had a little tummy and full cheeks as a kid, now he was thinner.

“Just gluttony? Have you never fallen in love? Wished to marry or have children?” she asked, curious, even if he lied, she would see it. As for her, she wished to find her future husband and he could have been perfect. He tilted his head to the side, curious as to why she asked that particular question.

“Oh well…I am still human, and any man one day or another imagined himself as a husband and father. But my love for our Lord was stronger.” At least when he made that choice. Lucille noticed he hadn’t answered the question about falling in love, a meticulous man like him must have purposely ignored it, which lead her to think…was he currently in love?

“Abbe are we still having lesson tonight?” asked a young and beautiful maid who passed by, slightly younger than him, he looked at her tenderly and smiled.

“Of course, Madeleine, I would hate to miss it.” He replied, making her blush. Okay, there was definitely something. But Lucille, shook her head, what was she thinking? Suddenly so keen on knowing the relationship of the maid and the priest and feeling almost jealous of their sweet interaction. The maid smiled at him again and then at Lucille before leaving them.

“Would you like to drink a tisane?” he suddenly offered to his childhood friend, to be honest he hadn’t seen her in such a long time and he had waited so excitedly for her visit that he was a bit shy now, he couldn’t explain why, it was as if he wanted to please her.

“Yes, with pleasure.” She nodded, secretly hoping that they would find themselves alone in a room, to face completely the real Francois and hoped to know more about his romantic life if there was one. The priest guided her to the kitchens and luckily no maids or cooks were there at this time of the afternoon. Francois motioned for her to sit down while he prepared the tisane. Lucille sat and observed him, the way he held himself, he was elegant, delicate and yet…she felt there was more to it, as if inside he held some raw passion, or perhaps that cassock was turning her on more than she dare to admit. She was so deep into her thoughts that she didn’t notice the Abbe who felt her gaze on him and turned his head to look at her and quickly looking back; he blushed, her gaze on him was the most destabilizing, worse than Madeleine’s eyes on him. His heart was…fluttering? God what was wrong with him!?

“And you Lucille? Are you married?” he asked, not without interest, he shouldn’t, but his curiosity got the best of him. She opened her mouth, slightly taken aback.

“Huh no, not even engaged…I am afraid I didn’t find the right man…yet.”

“Oh…that’s unfortunate.” He replied but somehow, he felt some sort of relief, as a child he always threw a tantrum when he saw boys around her, probably a remnant of those old times. “Is it…because you rejected noble life? Or you are looking for a marriage of love?” he was observant.

“A bit of both.” She chuckled “The truth is, I always had a certain man in mind, not the most accessible one, and I can’t let go…even less now.” She looked at him, she had missed him, and each second that passed and the urge to hug him, touch him, was getting stronger. Even more as he approached her with the teapot and cups, sitting down next to her and turning to face her, their knees almost touching. The Abbe briefly passed his fingers between his neck and collar, as if he felt too hot, he shouldn’t sit so close, and yet he wanted to be closer, caress her skin, perhaps even kiss her...he didn’t know what was wrong with him but those were dangerous thoughts.

“Who…who is he?” he asked, trying to hide his jealousy the best he could. She looked at him in the eyes, why such an intrusive question? How could she tell it was him without saying his name?

“Well, he is a gentleman, intelligent, altruistic, sophisticated, devoted, respectful of woman, children and the weak…” she described enigmatic, but with a lovely smile.

“Sounds like the perfect man.” He said ironically, what kind of man was so perfect?

“Well he is not devoid of flaws but to me he is perfect.

“Oh and what are those flaws?” he asked, eager to know this man.

“Possessiveness and gluttony.” You chuckled softly, nostalgic, he could be really adorable, even in those. And hearing those two words he frowned, two flaws he had. She was in love with a man who seemed to resemble him a lot, and he felt jealousy growing in his chest, forgetting for an instant his situation, why not him?

“Who is he? Would you give me his name please?”

“Oh Francois I can’t…” she looked away, embarrassed, she was probably getting herself in a situation where he would push her away.

“Why? Don’t you trust me Lucille? I take confessions, it is part of my duty, whoever this man is, I won’t judge you.” He insisted. She shook her head, he didn’t even recognize himself in the description, was he actually dumb or had she been stupid in hoping he would react. She got up, ashamed and intending to go away but before she could leave, the priest caught her hand, calling her name, his skin against hers was burning.

“You want a confession Francois? This man I’m describing it’s you.” She let out with frustration, at those words, he let go of her hand, his eyes wide and mouth open.

“Before seeing you again I thought it was just the remnants of childhood feelings but it’s not. From the moment I saw you, when you greeted me on the stairs of this place…I wanted more and-..!” before she could finish he was crashing his lips on hers, pressing her against the wall. Lucile moaned against his mouth, so that was what she felt earlier…raw passion.

“Oh Lucille…” he breathed full of desire, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as she buried her fingers in his hair, it was clear he was touch starved. And it made her understand that she was the first and only woman to touch him. She giggled as she felt his tongue caressing her lips, the chaste priest might not be so innocent and probably had other night readings than the Bible. Her hands left his hair to explore his body, her fingers brushing over his neck, feeling his chest through his cassock and then…

“N-no…not yet Lucille, please.” He whimpered, a moan dying in his throat as he was taking her hand away from his crotch; no matter how much he wanted this, right now he couldn’t. And if they were to make love, he would take it slowly, in a bedroom, in bed, he was romantic after all and wanted their first to be right.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Francois!” she apologized, covering her face with her hands, she was all red in shame, perhaps she had been too blunt in her touch. He didn’t speak but soon she felt his hands on hers, gently taking them away from her face.

“Don’t be ashamed Luci…I…have a lot of desire for you too. And if you would allow me…” he stuttered hallway between shyness and strong desire.

“Yes Francois?” she encouraged him, hopeful, he seemed to want something but didn’t dare to say it.

“I…would like to taste more of you.” He let out, briefly looking down as his face went red but not as much as hers. Still, she nodded, full of desire for him and letting him guide her to sit down. Was this really going to happen?

She looked at him breathless as he knelt in front of her, his hands sliding underneath her dress, caressing her ankles. He exhaled, beautiful ankles, and such a soft skin, he wanted to see…so he lifted her dress up to her knees and my what a beautiful pair of legs, he couldn’t resist but put his mouth on her skin, placing slow, languishing kisses, his head soon disappearing underneath her dress.

Lucille bit her lower lip feeling his mouth closer to her womanhood, his finger delicately slipping off her underwear; she felt his hot breath over her sensitive skin.

“Oh Lucille…your smell…intoxicating.” He murmured, his voice hoarse with desire as he inhaled her scent, he was attracted like a bee to a flower, and he wanted to taste her precious honey. He parted her legs even more and started with a simple and yet lingering kiss, hearing take a deep breath in anticipation.

“Francois…please.” She couldn’t help but plead him, she had been craving love, his love. She gasped as she felt something wet and warm slide between her folds, his tongue, he was tasting her, and the room started to fill with soft and languishing moans at first. His tongue exploring each patch of skin, eating her out as he was famished and in a way he was; he had been deprived of the pleasures of the flesh for too long.

“Oh G…don’t stop! Like that, yes...!” she kept moaning louder and louder, failing at her attempts to be quiet, and he was restless, not stopping his licks, sucking her soft spot, putting into practice all the little things the Marquis’ stories had taught him. When she finally came, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed, feeling pure pleasure radiate off her, her face full of ecstasy and he couldn’t wait to see it again, it was already too addictive to not do it again.

He came back up and captured her lips for a passionate kiss, having the pleasure again the feel her fingers in his hair “Stay a little more…please.” Not leave for years again, he wouldn’t survive it.

“Ask me to stay forever by your side and I will stay.” She replied romantically, even, if they would have to remain discreet for now, at least they had found each other again and that’s all they needed.

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Hello there! I hope you are fine. I jist found you and I need to say, since I'm gay for these girls I'm absolutely delighted! If match-ups are open, I'd like to have a romantic matchup!

So uh I'm 17, INFP, a pisces and a pansexual, I use she/her pronouns. My love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch.

For the hobbies; I love watching anime, literature, myths, listening and observing people, comforting people or just listen their rantings, reading, listening music and singing.... I am not that good at gardening and stuff but sometimes I do this as well...

For my personality, I'm that mom-friend that every friend group has. Need some painkillers? BAM! Need some pads? Do you need 1 or 50? You are hurt? Don't worry I have an aid kit. Your stomach or head hurts? Honey, don't you worry I have a various kind of herb teas with myself.

If someone needs a shoulder to cry on, that person is me. If somebody hurts my friends I go like "So you are saying that he/she/they broke your heart? Okay give me the names and addresses. Now."I would deal with them and then say "So do I need to break some more faces?"

But I'm actually very kind and smiley. I'm the kind of person who smiles at strangers, hold the door for them, talk with a waiter casually and smile at them as well. I never judge someone for their nationality, skin color, language, sexuality etc. And If I see someone bully another person for these reasons or another one, I stand against the bully and if needed I beat them. Yet, I'm one hell of an insecure and anxious girl and I bite my lips a lot and I also pick at the skin of my fingers when I'm absolutely anxious and always carry band-aids to cover them because a few people in my family( not my parents though) made me feel bad about them but still, I don't like showing this vulnerable state of mine to everyone so I bottle up everything.

I may seem like an cold and serious person at first meeting but over time I'm the biggest goofball and crackhead you can ever see! Sometimes I'm a bit sarcastic and tease my closest friends a lot- ofc I never offend them. I know what they are insecure about( if they are, WHICH isn't allowed on my watch.) and my friends always tell me that I kinda flirt with them but I never realize and When I actually try to flirt, I can't? But I also know how to be serious as well.

My ideal date would probably be an indoor one. Like cooking together, watching a movie or reading a book or just cuddling while some soft music plays in the background.

For my likes and dislikes, I HATE the unnecessary hate. Like, to everyone and everything. Be it black people, asians, LGBTQ+ people, animals, like anyone living! I believe that everyone's life( except a few shits' 😡😤) is a gift so I seriously don't understand hate. I also hate eggplant since I have an allergy and the last time I ate it, I did vomit for 3 days🤮

For the likes, I guess I cannot really pinpoint something but I love books and every meal with chicken🤤! I also love cleaning and tidying up too!

That was soooo long and I apologize for that! I didn't want to include more since I literally poured everything about me here 😅 Thanks a lot in advance and I hope you have a great day! Bye bye👋

I match you with...

Toru Hagakure

You'd meet on a public bus. The two of you sat next to each other, minding each others business. However, Toru noticed you picking at your fingers. She lightly tapped your shoulder and offered you a napkin to cover it with. You kindly declined, telling her that you had some bandaids but she insisted you have the napkin just incase. In the end you thanked her and took the napkin.

After that, Toru started some small talk. Of course, you went along with it. The conversation went very well. She was a pretty funny girl who had you laughing a lot. Your interaction went so smooth, from afar it would look like you've been friends for ages. When she had to get off, she asked for your number. You happily gave it to her and she waved you goodbye.

You and Toru would message and meet up with each other often. If you said you didn't fancy the girl you would be lying. She was funny, nice, and cheerful! Who wouldn't? It started out as a small crush. But of course, it turned into you thinking about her 24/7. You had even started to drop everything just to hang out with her. In return, she would do the same for you.

Your other friends would tease you for this. To them, it was pretty obvious you liked Toru more than a friend. Your friends also noticed how she was always talking about you. She would try to message or be with you every second of the day. She'd also buy you little gifts saying they reminded her of you. Hell, she would even leave lingering touches. They told you all of this, wanting you to just confess. But, you would always tell them that you probably didn't deserve a girl like her and how she was just being kind.

This went on for almost two years. Two years of hanging out with her every single day. Two years of hiding your feelings for this girl. Your friends had stopped trying to get you to confess, thinking this was a hopeless situation. But Toru's friends on the other hand had just started. Mina had came up with a dramatic idea for Toru to confess. The invisible girl obviously didn't want to go through with the plan, saying she'd confess someday. But that didn't stop Mina.

One night while you were studying, you heard a noise from your window. You quietly opened the window, expecting it to be a bird or something. When you looked out, you saw Toru and her friends outside in cheerleading outfits. Toru was clearly embarrassed as Ochako put on some cheesy love song on from a speaker. They proceeded to perform a quick dance. In all honesty, it was pretty bad. But you'd be lying if you said it wasn't cute. At the end of the dance, Mina had shouted that Toru wanted to take you out someday. Giggling, you shouted back that you'd love to go out sometime.

Although that was extremely cringy and cheesy, it was funny and made for a fucking fantastic story to tell.

Once you finally made it offical, Toru became very clingy. She loved holding your hand and hugging you when you're not expecting it. After long and hard days, she'd pamper your face in kisses. On sleepless nights, you'd cuddle with her and read her mythical stories until you both fell asleep.

She adores how reliable you are. She often feels like a background character in her own life and doubts her abilities to become a hero. You're quick to comfort her and make sure she knows her worth. Of course, she does the same for you. Checking up on you, complimenting you, comforting you, etc. Toru is basically your personal cheerleader for life. When you're insecure or anxious, leave it to your loving girlfriend to reassure you and kiss your worries away!

She started carrying bandaids around herself for you. Even though you always have some, she brings extra just in case. When you started dating her though, you'd pick at your fingers less since she always wanted to hold hands. Whenever you're biting your lip, she taps your shoulder and asks you for a kiss.

When you accidentally flirt with her she gets really giggly and nervous. She never brought it up cause she didn't want to embarrass you so she just took it. It's so cute that you started to flirt with her on purpose. Once she realized you were doing it on purpose, she playfully hit your arm and said something along the lines of, "YOU CAN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT [NAME]!"

Sometimes you and her lay down in her bed together while she rambles about her day. It's really relaxing for both of you. She likes to talk a lot and you like to listen. It's perfect! Also it's an excuse to hear her beautiful voice.

She started picking up on your motherly acts. Always providing everything people need with little to no hesitation, being the shoulder for her friends to cry on, etc. Toru really looks up to you and can say with confidence that you make her an overall better person.

Your playlist consist of many love songs. I don't make the rules. Also she encourages you to sing all the time. She loves hearing your voice. And when you two sing together? AAAAAAAA It's very cute and adorable. Everyone you meet is 100% at least a little jealous of your relationship.

Baking dates are her favorite! She's obviously not the best at baking but those dates are always filled with laughter and smiles. On those dates, you two try to make loads of desserts. Cookies, Cakes, Cinnamon Buns, etc. You both know it's not healthy but neither of you really care. The kitchen always ends up messy after these days. Once you and Toru decide it's time to call it a night, the day ends with midnight cuddles whilst a movie plays in the background.

#mha matchup #bnha matchup #anime matchup #toru hagakure matchup #syrupa-matchups

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 5 years ago

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BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Summertime on Netflix

This is what I’m gonna do... I’ll be doing more structured reviews later and most likely liveblogging suggested stuff and tagging with “Nesha Watches (Insert Title) for all liveblog posts. For this first review, I won’t be as structured, because I didn’t really plan on reviewing, so this is basically all of my comments to friends @chenoahchantel and @daintyurbanprincess that were made whilst I was watching this show suggested to me by @rbaifzau

It didn’t take me long to be annoyed with the white boy in this show. It doesn’t take much anyways, but one episode in and I’m over him already. This dude saw her at a party, she got pushed into the pool accidentally, he gave her a dry shirt, and two minutes later tried to kiss her… TF..

Girl, this bout to be IGNANT...

Chile... She was like, "What are you doing?" And he looked surprised. Like whet. And in episode 2 after having seen her thrice and spoken to her once, he telling his best friend, "I'm pretty sure I like her a lot." I HATE stuff like this. Why did I tell old girl I'd watch this and discuss it with her? 😭

But she like him, so like??? 😭

And her daddy, who we haven't seen yet is presumably a rolling stone. Only one negro in this town and the nigga gotta be probably running around on his wife? 🙄 I'm like, OH, so the one Black man in the show gotta be a rolling stone? And even though his wife is also highly irresponsible as a parent, she's sort of made out to be the victim of his dreams. They never portray Black mothers doing things on their own as victims. That woman was messing up left and right and it's all on her husband not being there, when that's only part of the problem.

Also, if she IS the only present parent and made the decision to do that, she should be doing it instead of leaning on Summer all of the time.

And she got a close friend that have an obvious crush on her but she seems oblivious. I hate dis

This dude reminds me of Max Theriot. He always looked musty to me. 🤣🤣🤣 He look like him breaf stank. Him and Jack Griffo were working on something where they play soldiers and I absolutely said, "He still look like he stank" when I saw him on Instagram…

This is basically the same mold of dude and it looks moldy and should be tossed out. None for me, thanks.

But, there are moments in this show that's really cracking me up. 🤣🤣🤣 It's like, I feel like I should enjoy it for the messiness of it, but the main characters can be infuriating.

She called him an asshole and he said, "You don't even know me." No duh dipshit. She ain't know you when you tried to kiss her neither. NOR when you was talmbout you like her.

This girl kissing her friend!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. She's gonna hurt this boy! My Gwad. He finna be discombobulated. 😭😭😭 He all happy today and she don't even see him like that. Lordt.

He walked up and she look uncomfortable AF. Her younger sister is like, "You're being weird." 🤣🤣🤣 Even SHE hip to something. He on the beach talmbout "It's hot today, don't you think?" And took his shirt off. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I like Summer's friends and feel bad for them because she really didn't treat them kindly. She used Edo whenever she was upset by Ale and then she just completely ditched Sofie on her birthday and didn't even text her or anything. Just had her waiting on her and didn't even apologize. Like, I love that she gets a chance to be human, but being an asshole to the people who you're supposed to be friends with is such an upsetting trope to me.

And the connection between her and Ale is so weird. He comes across as super predatory in the beginning and I don't understand why she liked him in the first place, but also whenever he does something by mistake, she is so angry at him, even though she's been just as inconsiderate when it comes to her friends.

NOW... HE HARASSING HER AT HER JOB.

WOTTICE DIS HUNNY???

Talmbout if she got a boyfriend he'll "take care of him" 😖 After she told him to leave and he said he'd wait for her outside, she asked her coworker, "What do you do to let a guy know you like him back?"

NOW, she went outside and he's there, but her friend showed up to surprise her after work. 🤣 Whoever made this HATES me

He stole a book out her locker and left a card with his phone number. How is this the start of a romance???

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. FRIEND IS TALKING ABOUT THE KISS...He said it was perfect........

Chile... And she don't even wanna tell their other best friend. Bruh. He said, "What we have doesn't need to be discussed." Summy PLEASE tell this young man...HE TRIED TO KISS HER AGAIN AND SHE SAID, "We just talked about last night's mistake" 😭😭😭

And she done hurt my friend this way, but she worried about Maxface because his mama can't reach him on the phone??? Girl.. go.. girl...

The gag is that she got mad at Ale because she saw him talking to his ex and she had to cover for him at work, but you've now ACTUALLY put your best friend in a bad space. And he ran into her mom and little sister and looked so uncomfortable but kept it short and sweet. These are people he loves. Idk. I feel bad for him and also like she kind of a hypocrite.

That was what REALLY bothered me. I don't expect her to be perfect, by all means. Black girls should be allowed their imperfections and their mistakes, but the fact that she knows what it's like to have the people you love be so absent and that she would treat her friends this way because of one guy who she's only known for a couple of months was disappointing for her character. She could have been written imperfectly without this glaring problem that I don't believe a real person in her position would actually have.

I think in real life, the girl who raises her sister and basically has to lift her mother up all the time would overextend herself to her friends, but instead, she just leaves them in her dust as soon as she gets some dick. 😭

He is now hanging out with her little sister. 😭😭😭She goes to school with them but she looks tiny. I'm cringing at everything.

BRUH. Like... I can't tell if they're trying to or not, but I wouldn't be surprised because he's cool with the sister too, but they've been friends a while, so I didn't think much of it until Summer hurt him.I thought she liked him earlier, so idk if he is noticing her or I just EXPECT it.

OAN, this man realized his son had a motorcycle accident on purpose and got mad instead of concerned

At one point, they say he's been riding bikes for 20 years, and whenever his father is mad that he had his accident on purpose (which I'll come back to) he says that he's never made a mistake like that, not even was he was 4, so Ale is AT LEAST 24 and she JUST turned 18. Which is WILD to me, even though at 18 I dated someone who was 23 (he was possessive and abusive, so I have a real suspicion of age gaps).

But, aside from that - she gets mad at him any time she sees him with his ex when It is perfectly fine to speak with your ex and whenever she did see them together, it was always innocent and she didn't give him a chance to explain.

But then, when he does something questionable, like whenever he tried to kiss her the first day they met, or whenever he came to her job to ask her out and she told him to leave but he said he was going to wait outside (toxic AF and presumptuous) she is fine with those things.

Now, back to Ale's accident. I really felt so bad for him whenever we discover he did this on purpose, because his father is mad, when they should be concerned. His mother says, "You could have died" and he agrees...

How did they not notice that meant that this young man was so disappointed with his life as a biker that he was literally suicidal? They just grazed past it and whenever he vanished on them, there wasn't a huge call to find him,even though he'd just admitted to purposefully filling a possibly fatal mistake.

I'm prepared for nothing but disappointment. ALL these people outta there. Ale's best friend is in love with his ex. 😭 IT'S SUMMER'S 18TH BIRTHDAY. MYNIGGA She really stood her other best friend up to go get some dick on a little ass boat

The little sister shot her shot! 😭😭😭 He told her she's like his little sister and she burnt off mad denna muffugga

This child drunk, walking down the street in the middle of the night without her glasses...

OMG AS I WAS TYPING THAT SHE GOT HIT BY A DAMN CAR

I was really upset by these things coming to light, and also whenever Blue gets hit by a car, because all of the reviews that I've seen on this site have been that it's a cute love story with likable characters, but nobody mentions the problematic content, the dark portions of the story that can be triggering - like suicide and alcohol incidents and literally seeing a young Black girl be hit and run by a car???

I wasn't prepared for that shit in a "cute love story." I think that this story is less cute and more dark than people have made it out to be, and that's one of my problems with it. It isn't marketed as a dramatic coming of age story. It's marketed as a romantic comedy, when it is more serious than that and has a lot of issues that should be considered.

The lesbian best friend is in love with her too??????????????????? I. Hate. This.

My favorite person in this whole thing is the lesbian in the background, Irene. And also Dario.

I was entertained a lot of the times. Just heavily confused because I couldn't figure out what the tone was supposed to be. 😁

In conclusion - it's maybe a dark comedy, not a cute comedy, IS a coming of age about a young Black girl who is kind of an asshole, but Black girls should be free to be assholes too. White dudes do it all the time and are valued characters. The dude is weird AF for chasing around this 17 year old girl and he's in his 20s. Idk if that's normal in Italy. It's nasty to me. Their beginning is young people foolishness and there's not much that we see their relationship built upon, but that happens, yanno. You young, tired and silly and some pushy dude makes his move whenever he see you. Slap some discount sex in a dinghy on it and you have this show. I don't recommend it, but a lot of folk loved it, so I guess it did what it meant to do.

#BFCD Reviews by Nesha #Nesha Watches Summertime with Regrets #Nesha Watches Summertime #It's just called Summertime. I watched it with regrets but #Here was my takeaway #Summer Bennati #Summertime #summertime netflix #Nesha Watches

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