#pls tell me this gets easier lmao bc i felt!!! so bad but also i know i shouldn't!!!
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miraclewoozi · 2 years ago
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just went on the most therapeutic* blocking spree
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chvoswxtch · 10 months ago
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hi again, court!
it's once again the anon that sent the massive ass paragraphs rambling about the punisher after i finished watching it. i feel like i should either just un-anonymise myself or give myself a name or something to make it easier to identify myself?? but idk?? i'm still new to tumblr so i dunno how these things work
anyways, just wanted to say, i also am just so happy that they are taking the reboot seriously!! i only really got into like the daredevil/punisher in like the past year or so. so i feel like i don't really have the same grounds to stand on as some longer term fans but i just remember being so disappointed with karen/foggy originally not being part of born again so i'm so so glad that that changed and we have the true trio back. and frank being in it just makes me SO happy because i have become incredibly incredibly attached to frank (it might be a little unhealthy but big strong men who are morally questionable is my type haha)
i totally agree with season 2 feeling rushed, it definitely felt like some of the plots were supposed to be fleshed out more or like storylines would have carried on into a season 3 and billy not being fucked up enough is SO FUCKING REAL. like frank literally BRUTALISED him but he comes out looking okay?? like idk?? it just doesn't look convincing i feel like ben barnes' acting is good and he plays the subtle psycho (though you're right, him being more outwardly bloodthirsty and vengeful would have been AMAZING) but the visuals don't hit right. but this is such a wider issue with pretty actors in hollywood?? especially cause they also did it when he played the darkling in shadow and bone. i dunno if you ever watched shadow and bone but like his character should have been way more scarred but they just didn't make it as brutal as it probably would have been in reality and it makes me so mad because i just don't understand why??
AND THE WILL THING, LITERALLY, WHEN HE FIRST CAME ON SCREEN, I LOOKED AT HIM AND WAS LIKE 'is that?? is that WILLIAM LAMONTAGUE??' and then everytime he came on and was being psycho, i was like 'someone get jj to sort her husband out' and also this is so DUMB but i love to think that this is what will was doing during criminal minds and that's why we never see him, he was just off being pilgrim and terrorising frank, obviously it doesn't really work timeline wise BUT the thought of it just makes me laugh so it is now my headcanon.
I HAVE FOUND ANOTHER MADANI LOVER. that makes me so BEYOND ECSTATIC. I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME. karen is literally a stronger woman than i could ever be. both with madani and tbh with frank, i dunno how she doesn't crumble in front of either of them. like i wish i had karen's strength. but like yeah if madani even LOOKED at me, i would be spilling all of my goddamn secrets. i'm so glad i'm not the only one who sees the lack of love (i may end up trying to fix that with some fics hehe)! i am such a whore for her, it's actually insane. like the past few days since i finished watching it, she has been on my mind 24/7, what i would let her do to me is EMBARASSING. i love that woman so much and i'm so glad i'm not alone.
i'm done ranting for now but i cannot promise i won't ramble in your inbox again. i truly have punisher brainrot (and criminal minds brainrot too but that's not important right now)
thank you for reading my ramblings again <3
welcome back nonnie!
totally up to you love! if you’re not comfy coming off anon & wanna give yourself a lil nickname, that’s totally fine with me :)
don’t even worry about how long you’ve been in the fandom, that doesn’t matter. you’re here & your opinions & feelings are just as valid as everyone else’s. to your point about big strong men with questionable morals: yes
I haven’t watched shadow & bone but I have seen ben’s character in that role and maybe he’s the problem like maybe they try to make him look bad & it’s just impossible bc it’s ben barnes 🤷🏻‍♀️
LMAO pls that would be so funny. hey will what have you been up to lately? oh nothing just terrorizing the punisher in new york no biggie
karen is a strong woman bc the second frank or madani looked at me like that i’d fold & be like yeah literally anything you want I will give you. if you do end up writing any madani fics pls send them my way! i’ll get around to writing for her eventually. it’s been hard for me to focus on writing anything other than bodyguard frankie bc that’s my baby
I don’t ever not have punisher or criminal minds brainrot so pls feel free to rant with me anytime <3
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niningtori · 6 months ago
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yay!!! i’m glad ur feeling better!! and getting back to writing after feeling sad always helps me too
U seem so fun to be around I love ur energy saur much. we could sing together omg 🧸 i am always nervous to sing a cappella in front of others so that’s why ive been trying to improve on that too bc pitch perfect changed my life in 2012 idk
i was learning bad boy by red velvet that’s one of my fav songs ever 😭 and the choreo is so addicting to me and it seemed a bit easier than learning a boy group choreo NDNFMSJ i want to eventually learn them too… i think i have the dancing spirits in me. my mom likes to brag she was a dancer back in her day but idk how true that is!
u write lyrics omg >.< we have lots in common. it’s very hard to learn to production all on ur own which is what i’m doing bc im stubborn n want to prove to myself i can do it without help… so don’t be sad that u can’t without a melody! that in itself is good bc it shows u have an ear for music :) i’m learning to produce bc i actually want to be a music producer!!! i wanna work behind the scenes in the music industry for rn i’m still too shy and not as confident to be in the spotlight. my dream is to work in kpop 🙂‍↕️ along with the western artists ofc. ariana grande and kpop really boosted my love for music like i can’t even describe..
it took me a long ass time to actually realize what i wanted to do and it felt very right even tho i haven’t done much to make my own music pls. i’m just scared but im telling myself to affirm that im fearless so i shut up and work!!!! 🐰
thank u angel 😭 u r the sweetest it's such a shame that we r not irl friends :(
and i used to sing rlly well but i had some health issues for a few years so my vocal cords aren't what they used to be unfortunately 😭 i'd still love to sing w u tho!! i'm pretty shy w singing a cappella but my brother plays a lot of instruments so i used to sing w him accompanying me a lot. also that's SO funny bc pitch perfect came out when i was in a choir class i think it changed every young singers' life not even kidding BENSJWJSJSK
also omg i LOVE red velvet... their new title track is so excellent!! i'd love to hear ur progress on learning new dances i find it fascinating even if i could never do it myself. n that's so cute ab ur mom omg u rlly might have the spirit in u !! my mom tried to teach me traditional cultural dances when i was younger but my uncoordinated ass couldn't keep up LMAO
hehe thank u sm 🥹 i wouldn't say i'm a genius lyricist by any stretch of the imagination but i do like writing poems and stuff n i've mentioned it on here before but that's what my original medium was... just poetry... i'd love to publish my poetry book someday w some doodles but alas that dream seems very far away
being a music producer is such a cool dream to have but i 100% believe you can do it!! i think having that goal and actively working towards it is just wonderful n inspiring 😭 and seriously dedicating yourself to it is so admirable to me. when u make it big pls remember nini niningtori n that she believed in u 🫡
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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years ago
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it's not just kids calling adam/tadashi abusive, i've seen adults say the same thing, even fans of adam, that it's abusive and rapey, i'm not sure how to feel because i disagree but their posts sound very authoritive :/
Meanwhile Utsumi is out there like gushing about these two 24/7 bc they’re her faves and says stuff like “originally Tadashi was supposed to say “Woof” after “You’re gonna be my dog for the rest of their lives”, but it didn’t make to the final cut, I thought about his face expression a lot in that moment, but the only thing I was absolutely sure of is how utterly happy he was about what Adam said.” and explains for absolute morons that what Adam said about framing Tadashi was just a bullshit to test him lmao
I once again do not know why people don’t get that this ships thing is that they’re literally what another needs and despite the fact that they both have their own problems, they’re each other’s way out. Because Adam wants Tadashi to learn to stand up for himself, while Tadashi wants Adam to learn that love should bring happiness, not pain. If you don’t want complicated characters, once again, watch smth with a rating 5+ instead. Complicated and problematic characters are not always villains and some adult relationships are definitely not an abuse, if they’re canonically into power play. 
Also I don’t know how a person who so carelessly throws words like “rapey” can be considered “sounding authoritive”, but I highly recommend to try forming your own point of view, based on facts/observations and your own experience. Also in books for example there's always easier to get characters motives, bc they give you to say the whole picture, so depends on how many you’ve read you can learn to detect it without it “being explained to you” pretty easy. If you don’t have such skill or don’t want to develop it, you can wait for the creator’s commentary, you can usually get it to many animes/mangas these days, they will tell you what they meant by some scenes and about their thought process, while creating it, who, why and where. Of course not every creator has that much love and attention to their characters and story, there are some where the creators also know nothing about their character, besides what was shown, but Utsumi is not one of those, so you can always be ready, that if she picked a fave, she thought everything through from the very beginning.
Also this fandom (and pls normal SK8 fans, do not take offense in this, I mean I’m technically also in this fandom, although not really since I had to create just a bubble and don’t go anywhere else, since it’s that bad) is like 90% absolute the most painfully idiotic ppl I’ve ever seen, who can’t even read between the lines and say the dumbest stuff I’ve ever heard, that is so embarrasssing, that they make you embarrassed about even being part of this, and 50% of them are too young to even get stuff, that wasn’t meant for them to get, so just, for real, I’m just suggesting the same thing I did, for your own health, pick ppl for your tl, whose brains are intact and do not even go “out there”, like, you’re only gonna get mad. I mean, if ppl who aren’t even in the fandom get mad about stuff they write, you’re gonna be mad x2 and sadly you can’t do anything about this amount of stupidity, rarely stuff like this do happen to some fandoms. Yes, you can’t enjoy this one, sadly. I tried, but I just felt, like I’m getting more and more mad, until I just sat down and cleaned everything on my tl and was like “that’s it, I’m not in the sk8 fandom, I’m in my own fandom it’s called “his dog by day, his snake by night” lmao
And yes, it did in fact happen after I found out that the girl behind that “concerning adam” absolutely moronically formulated shit that was part of the zine was 23 years old. I think my eyes popped out like in a cartoon, bc everyone who was involved in this drama, wrote stuff like “can i make fun of them or are they 14″, thinking they’re just well, you know, young, but then were shocked too xD. I just wish this person/ppl just wrote “we excluded Adam bc we’re too dumb to get his character we hate him”, at least I’d respect you for your honesty in this case. But no, you had to dig your own grave and become the new official representative of “SK8 fandom is the dumbest”. Congrats really.
I do not know, if ppl lie about their age or not when it comes to those. If not and they’re really adults who think so, it’s fascinating really. Fascinating how this fandom got all the idiots in once. I mean, being a stupid fandom of teens is one thing, being a stupid fandom in general is just sad.
Am I sad that so little ppl got the actual plot and the message creators tried to send? Yes, absolutely. Not the first time tho it happens, with Utsumi’s faves especially, but also in general these days. It is very sad, I agree, but also, I just really started to feel bad, bc I saw some comments and felt like that meme guy, you know: “what you've just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it.” lol
So just find someone who posts the good stuff and doesn’t get involved, listen to VAs, read creator’s interviews and live happily ever after, bc they adore both Adam and Tadaai. They literally told in the last interview what I was telling under my YT vid. This is just also hilarious to me, bc to be honest Tadaai situation wasn’t even that hard to analyse in the first place, even without the creators commentaries. Like we’re not on a Cannes Film Festival here.
And once again you can like or dislike Adam, it’s your choice, ppl have different tastes, but writing the most utterly idiotic things about his character that make no sense whatsoever, considering the canon story, is just plain moronic. Just say that you don’t like him, and pls, don’t embarrass yourself.
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sunsetsover · 5 years ago
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I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on Ben having BPD
ok WHEW you just opened a fucking can of worms this about to be the longest post i’ve ever made i hope you have your seatbelt on
let me just preface this by saying nearly everything i talk abt in this post will be based off of my personal experiences w bpd. some people experience it differently, some people might not agree w some of the things i say, but i can only talk abt my own pov. therefore, this just my own personal opinions on ben having bpd. so yh lmao
and disclaimer!! i’m not a doctor!! don’t take anything i say in this post as diagnostic criteria! i’m not an expert or mental health professional!! when it comes to your own mental health or the mental health of ppl in your life, do not consider me a source to reference like ‘oh well lauren sunsetsover said xyz’ like pls just don’t do that. do your own research. and most importantly consult a doctor!!!!!! i am not one!!!!!!!!!
also there are very few sources in this post bc most of this is just shit i’ve absorbed over the years from doctors and doing my own research lmao
now that’s out of the way let’s go! (this became part character study, part informational masterpost on bpd. also it got really fuckin long, hence the read more, so be warned lmao)
warning for potentially triggering content (abuse/mentions of suicide and self harm - nothin too bad but i do touch on ben’s behaviour and history, and this is a p serious mental health issue we’re talking abt here so! take care of yourselves!!)
ok so! some things to keep in mind before we even get to ben:
i believe (at least in the uk) borderline personality disorder is considered to be an outdated name, and one that essentially isn’t appropriate or fit for purpose anymore, so in my experience, a lot of the time now it’s referred to as eupd (emotionally unstable personality disorder) in medical settings. which is way more apt name imo, and tells you more abt what bpd actually is (but i still call it bpd bc it’s easier and ppl know what that is lmao). so like. emotionally unstable personality disorder. i bet that conjures up a way more vivid idea in ur head than borderline  personality disorder does.
no one 100% knows what causes bpd, though it’s thought to be a combination of genetic and environmental factors, like most things. but the general consensus is that bpd develops when something (usually traumatic, but not always in an extreme sense. ppl w bpd have often been victims of some type of abuse in their childhood, but that’s not necessarily always the case) happens in your childhood that impacts the development of your personality. kind of a bizarre metaphor but hopefully it will help u understand: u know how in finding nemo, the egg nemo was in got damaged by the shark? and even tho the damage looked minor, it actually meant that one of his fins was permanently damaged - it was malformed, it didn’t grow right, he couldn’t use it properly? well imagine the fin = the personality; that’s what happens to a person w bpd’s personality. smth happens to us in our childhood that permanently damages our personality, and so it doesn’t grow and develop properly as the rest of us does, making it less functional than an average person’s. u can imagine how that can lead to all sorts of problem (we’ll get to them later)
but bc it’s a mental disorder that affects the personality, you can’t be diagnosed w bpd until you’re 18, when your personality is basically developed fully (i believe it can be diagnosed slightly younger, but those are rare and extreme cases). however, symptoms can start to present themselves earlier, as ur personality begins to develop and mature. (mine started presenting in my early teens)
bpd doesn’t really go away, and treatment with medication generally isn’t effective for long periods of time. however symptoms can be treated with continued therapy, and symptoms sometimes can start to ease as you get older!!
bpd also gets misdiagnosed a lot bc a lot of the symptoms are similar to that of other mental health problems. the biggest one it gets misdiagnosed as seems to be bipolar disorder, which i get tbh. i’ve always considered bpd very similar to bipolar, just like… quicker cycles. there are even memes about it. also bpd has a tendency to coexist w other mental health issues, which makes it harder to recognise and diagnose.
so now lets look at this from a diagnostic perspective
in order to be diagnosed w bpd you basically have to deemed, by a medical professional, to be meet certain criteria, and to have been meeting these certain criteria for a significant amount of time. there are some variations to this criteria, and proposed subtypes and basically different flavours of borderlines but i’m not even gonna go there. i’m just gonna talk abt what i’m most familiar w and how i think that applies to ben.
i’m copying and pasting the diagnostic criteria part from here bc as far as i’m aware this is the criteria doctors use for diagnosis. there are 9 different ‘indicators’/’criteria’, and you have to display or meet at least 5 of them in order to be considered for a bpd diagnosis:
1. Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment
this is one of, if not the biggest part of bpd. that trauma i mentioned earlier? often stems from or is related to abandonment, or perceived abandonment, in childhood, be it physical or emotional. for example, a child that’s being abused by one parent might feel abandoned by the other parent if they don’t do anything about it, even if the second parent has no idea the abuse is going on. sound familiar? a similar thing happened to ben, with stella. phil not doing anything about the abuse ben was facing at the hands of stella - even though he didn’t know it was happening, even though phil did do something once he found out - was an abandonment to ben. and that’s just the tip of the abandonment iceberg for ben - kathy faking her death and leaving him was an abandonment (even when he thought she was actually dead), phil’s own abuse was an abandonment, as was his reaction when ben came out, and so on. and abandonment like that skews your thinking so you believe that everyone is going to abandon you, sooner or later, that they must be abandoning you for a reason, you must be a terrible person, you must be unworthy of people’s effort/time/love etc etc.
even when paul died, that was an abandonment to ben! like logically we know - and ben probably knows too - that paul didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to leave ben, he didn’t deliberately leave ben. but that doesn’t matter. mental illness is illogical, bpd is illogical, esp when it comes to abandonment. e.g. my therapist had to cancel a few of our appointments once bc she was ill, and it felt like an abandonment. like it was personal somehow, like she wasn’t coming into work bc of me, bc i was too much work, too hard to handle. ofc that wasn’t true, but that’s how it felt. it’s illogical. so ofc my solution was to just not go to my appointments even when she came back, bc like what other response is there lmao. it’s just that everything a person does feels personal, like it’s because of/about you, even when it isn’t. even when it has nothing to do w you. that’s probably why ben can come across at selfish at times, like he’s making everything about him. because it is all about him, in his mind. everything is because of him, is his doing, his fault etc. his way of thinking is skewed into thinking like that, bc shit keeps happening to him and ppl keep leaving him, so it must be his fault.
and!! ‘frantic efforts’ isn’t necessarily what u think it is!! it can be desperate begging ‘i’ll do anything to keep you in my life’ type actions, but it just as equally can be lashing out and abandoning someone in order to prevent them from abandoning u first - a ‘get them before they get me’ mentality  (the whole scene where phil was in the hospital comes to mind - the ‘why doesn’t he love me back?’ was the more desperate part of him, tho it wasn’t necessarily an ‘effort’ per se, but then him trying to kill his dad basically in order to have the abandonment be at least on his own terms? that’s lashing out, and def qualifies as a ‘frantic effort’ lmao). and how often do we see that in ben? lashing out at jay in the hospital because he knew he was mad at him, and he’d rather hurt jay physically before he could hurt him emotionally? ben trying to support callum and showing him kindness, only to turn around and threaten to out him when he finds out callum asked stuart to sort him out? everything that happened w his dad, trying to fuck him over before his dad can get there first, trying to get rid of keanu so he can’t be abandoned in favour of him (although that didn’t really work, but it rarely does work the way u want it to lmao). and the biggest one to me, though probably one that people have already forgotten, is him breaking up w that guy he was seeing in newcastle even tho they were into each other bc he ‘had to, otherwise [he] would have ruined his life’. even tho we don’t really get details, that says it all to me. it’s v much a pattern that’s present in ben.
2. A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by extremes between idealization and devaluation (also known as “splitting”)
i feel like this one doesn’t need much explaining lmao
here is a definition of splitting from here (which is a very good article on splitting imo if u wanna read more abt it): ‘Splitting is a term used in psychiatry to describe the inability to hold opposing thoughts, feelings, or beliefs. Some might say that a person who splits sees the world in terms of black or white, all or nothing. It’s a distorted way of thinking in which the positive or negative attributes of a person or event are neither weighed nor cohesive.’
a little explanation of it from me: ppl w bpd can sometimes have very simplistic, all or nothing views on things. and splitting is basically when ur opinion on something or someone changes very quickly (sometimes instantly), often to an extreme (e.g. going from loving and idolizing someone, to absolutely fucking hating them, or from having a neutral opinion on something to suddenly becoming extremely angry abt it) sometimes without even having an identifiable trigger. it links into black and white thinking, which u may have heard of before - u either love someone and they can do no wrong, or u hate them and they disgust you. either something is amazing or it’s terrible. there is no grey area, no in between. it goes back into the whole ‘not being able to regulate ur emotions properly’ thing lmao there’s rarely nuances to our emotions or feelings, we’re all or nothing a lot of the time. so splitting is when ur opinion rapidly changes to one of these extremes. sometimes u can even go back and forth, splitting over and over on the same person/thing which is super fun.
ben splits on his dad all the time. all the fucking time. he doesn’t care about phil at all and wants to ruin him, then he wants phil’s approval and to be welcomed back into the family fold and the business. then ben hates him and wants him dead, then 5 minutes later he wants his love, wants to be a good son again. that’s splitting. u can also see it w jay, too, but no where near as extreme as w his dad. and i’ve seen it a couple of times w callum too, but again, it’s way more subtle. u probably wouldn’t notice it if u weren’t looking for it, whereas w phil it’s obvious.
but like i don’t need to explain ‘unstable and intense interpersonal relationships’, do i? just look at the relationships w phil, w jay, w lola, w callum, even w paul - they were unstable back when they first got together, and were arguably kind of intense too. (he settled a bit w paul, but his death/perceived abandonment fucked him up a lot beyond the expected ways). he’s always arguing w the ppl he loves. he tried to get poor billy killed, and yet since then he’s had no problem w him!! none of his relationships - apart from maybe his mum and ian (i don’t include lexi bc she’s a child) - are stable. and i would definitely describe his relationships as intense lmao
3. Identity disturbance: Markedly or persistently unstable self-image or sense of self
u can see this most - as most things - in his relationship w his dad. he fluctuates between seeming to know his worth (and demanding other people know it too), knowing he deserves his dad’s love and approval (why else would he be so mad abt the fact hes not getting it, if not bc he knows he’s worthy of it? if he didn’t think so, he wouldn’t be so angry abt not getting it - he’d be accepting/understanding, wouldn’t he?) and being desperate to do anything to get his dad’s love/approval, even things that are below him, turning into a child, begging to know why his dad doesn’t love him, why he’s never been enough. that scene where phil had found out abt ben trying to frame keanu and leaving him for dead is the epitome of this. u can see ben fluctuate between a hurt, traumatized little boy, begging his dad for some answers, some explanation as to why he’s not enough, begging him not to start drinking again, and a man who is angry, angry at his dad, angry at himself for crumbling like this, bc he should be stronger than this. u see him change multiple times in that one single scene. go watch it again. you’ll see it too.
some more examples: his absolute certainty that he is better and more qualified than the likes of shirley and keanu for working with his dad, and then being like ‘my dad was right, i’m good for no one’ - they don’t line up. does he have self esteem and know his worth or not? also his entire relationship w callum is an example of this - all those changes in his attitude towards cal and their situation? he often treats callum like they’re equals who understand each other, yet sometimes it seems like he thinks he’s superior to callum (e.g. the scene outside the cafe), and others he behaves (keyword) as though he thinks he’s not good enough for callum (why else would he just take all that shit from whitney and not say anything in retaliation? why, if not because he deems it more important that callum has an easier time of it than he does; that he regards cal’s comfort more important than his own? and why would he do that, if he held himself in such high regards? i mean he certainly acts like it sometimes, so why not then?)
also like……. who is ben? is he the bastard who cares about no one but himself, who’s always causing trouble not only for himself but for the people he cares about? is he the guy who just completely folds when people he knows hurtle abuse at him, accepting it lying down, who thinks he’s no good for anyone? the guy who goes out all night and drinks himself silly and purposefully gets himself into fights? the guy who shows callum so much empathy even tho it brings him nothing but pain, who loves jay unconditionally, who tried so hard to help bobby when he came back from prison? which one is he? which one does he want to be? does he even know?
(and you could argue that people are just multi-dimensional, but there’s just such a vast gap between these different facets of ben’s character and he can flip through them so fast it’s jarring, which is why i think it’s more like he straight up doesn’t have a consistent sense of self. which is a big part of bpd)
4. Impulsive behavior in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating)
again, does this need explaining?
doing illegal shit, excessively drinking, becoming unnecessarily violent, fucking up his relationships, just generally doing reckless things regardless of the consequences - this has always been a part of ben’s character.
(his constant hook ups could be another one, but the jury’s still out on that one. if anything it’s less the sex that worries me and more the flippant attitude he has when meeting up w ppl - they could be anyone and do all sorts, at the end of the day)
it became most obvious recently around the anniversary of paul’s death - drinking himself sick, gambling all his money away, deliberately starting fights. but even before that and since then it’s been there.
it’s basically just a way to self sabotage.
i feel like this one isn’t a consistent part of ben’s behaviour like the others are, but it is undeniably there, so.
5. Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, or threats, or self-harming behavior
although ben (to my knowledge) hasn’t displayed any suicidal behaviour, he has at times spoken in ways that could kind of sway that way. (i’m no good for anyone, i’m not worth it, why do you care etc)
also self harming!!! just because he doesn’t hurt himself in a direct way doesn’t mean he doesn’t deliberately put himself in situations where he’ll get hurt, and that is self harm!! letting stuart beat him at pride was self harm!! picking that fight w those homophobes at e20 was self harm!!! drinking to excess is a form of self harm!!! putting himself in harm’s way, even if he doesn’t get hurt, is self harm!!!! just bc he might not be self harming in the traditional sense doesn’t mean he’s not hurting himself!!! this one has been on my mind for so long!!!! oh my god!!!!! he absolutely has a pattern of self harming/self destructive behaviours, and just a general disregard for his own safety and well being!!!! the fact that it doesn’t worry more ppl in his life is so upsetting to me!!!!!!
6. Emotional instability in reaction to day-to-day events (e.g., intense episodic sadness, irritability, or anxiety usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days)
aka the biggest part of bpd: pt 2
i feel like this definition doesn’t really do justice to this aspect of bpd. this is basically you literally having no control of your emotions. ‘day-to-day events’ have fuck all to do with it half the time. u could be sitting there minding ur business and all of a sudden you wanna smash up the entire room, for seemingly no reason. one time i was crying - like uncontrollably sobbing, a complete mess - and had been for maybe half an hour? and then all of a sudden, literally mid sob, it stopped. like it just stopped. i was done, i wasn’t sad anymore. i went from inconsolably crying to perfectly fine in a split second. can you even imagine that? it’s fucking crazy. that’s what having bpd is like. it’s like mood swings x1000 (that’s why i describe it like bipolar on a smaller scale - their mood swings last days/weeks/months, ours last minutes/hours, sometimes days but not often). you can be fine, then all of a sudden you’re not. or you can be not fine, and then all of a sudden you are. you can be ecstatic, then all of a sudden all the joy gets sucked out of ur body n u wanna die. then 5 mins later ur fine again. u can cycle thru every single human emotion in the space of a few hours with no warning whatsoever. u can go from feeling so many emotions u don’t know which one to focus on to feeling none at all. it’s exhausting. so yes ‘day-to-day events’ (this can be as minor as the way someone speaks to you, or not enjoying ur food as much as u thought u would, and it can make u terrifyingly sad or spark uncontrollable rage in u) can trigger it, but it’s like… at least that’s kind of justifiable. most of the time u just cannot regulate, control or predict ur emotions whatsoever. and often the emotions u do feel are not appropriate for the situation at hand lmao
on top of that, ppl w bpd have massive problems processing their emotions. while most ppl have the capacity to identify what they’re feeling and why, ppl w bpd often can’t. and bc they can’t identify it properly, they don’t know how to process it. that’s why emotions and feelings are so often black and white - we might develop the ability to recognise Big Emotions, like love and hate, happiness and sadness etc, but we can’t figure out the smaller, nuanced emotions. it becomes or, not and.
this is also why our emotions feel so big and all encompassing!! we can’t ignore our emotions!! they are our focus in a lot of ways. when ur sad, it feels like the world is ending, every single time. when ur happy, ur euphoric and nothing else matters, and so on. every emotion has the volume turned up to 100. that’s why our emotions sometimes come out in extreme or unhealthy ways - our emotions often feel so big we have such a hard time handling them. so we go to drastic lengths, whatever they may be, to cope.
(also bc most ppl w bpd are victims of abuse, we’re often hyperaware of other people’s moods, which can impact ours. someone can be annoyed for some innocuous, innocent reason, and yet bc we can sense it, we become scared or defensive and may lash out.)
and ben… little old ben, have u ever seen him have a rational reaction to anything in his life? how often have we seen him have an appropriate response to smth? my dad is shit, so i have to destroy him. failing that, i have to kill him. oh, my brother isn’t gonna let kill him? time to punch him in the face. my daughter ate all my cereal? it’s Overreaction Time. (this one in particular is Very Me like yes lexi is a child and he was unfair but my 7 year old cousin once drank all my j2os and i almost had a breakdown so i Get It) i’m feeling like shit? time to antagonise these homophobes until they beat me in the middle of the street. i sleep with this man once? time to get overly involved. he shows me a little bit of love and kindness? time to develop feelings for him despite him insisting he’s straight, the fact that he’s with a woman and i have been harassed and beaten by his homophobic family multiple times. but it isn’t going the way i wanted it to? time to impulsively hit him for not knowing what he wants, then immediately regret it.
and like. he went from crying his eyes out in his dad’s kitchen to threatening kat slater within the span of what, 10 minutes? he went from trying to kill his dad, to falling tf apart w jay, to trying to manipulate his dad - who had just woken up from a coma - for his own gain again, in the span of maybe an hour. if that doesn’t say rapid cycling, inconsistent emotions idk what does.
like idk enough about the old bens to say if this is a consistent characteristic of his or not (although based on the fact he killed a woman bc he was angry w his dad, i’d say it’s fairly safe to assume lmao) but ever since he came back his reactions and emotions have been pretty much never once been rational, stable or consistent.
(and like i wanna say i am saying all of this from the perspective of the bad days. so if you’re thinking ‘well, ben isn’t like that all the time’ ur right. neither am i. some days i’m fine, some days it’s not that bad, sometimes i can cope. but i still have bpd, even on those days. and imo, so does ben.)
7. Chronic feelings of emptiness
this is one i don’t really see in ben. we maybe see moments of emptiness, but certainly not enough to call it ‘chronic’.
also a lot of the moments we do see emptiness in ben, i feel like it’s forced emptiness, more for his own benefit or for the benefit of others rather than actual genuine emptiness. it’s not that he’s not feeling anything, it’s that what he is feeling he’s not showing. that’s very different from actually feeling empty.
8. Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights)
this! is! such! a! massive! part! of! having! bpd! and it’s a part that no one ever fucking talks about either!!!
and again, does this one need explaining?
ben is anger. he’s a ball of it, and he has been for a very, very long time. he’s angry at his dad, at the world, at himself. for all sorts of reasons, both complex and simple. if i sat here and tried to get into all of it this post would be twice as long as it already is. and i don’t think i really need to, anyway. it’s not as if any of us need to dig very deep to see it, is it?
‘frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent physical fights’ like i really don’t need to elaborate do i? bc what does ben do when he’s angry? his temper flairs up, he gets physical, lashes out, makes threats.
and he’s so often angry in response to emotional pain, which is the saddest (and for me, most relatable) part. just look at paul’s anniversary, how angry he was just in general, to everyone - even his mum, who is like the only exception to his anger since he’s been back - when he was just hurting and sad. how angry he got when he found out keanu had replaced him in phil’s will, when really he was just hurt. he gets angry and violent so people don’t see him as weak bc he’s hurting. he has been conditioned to get angry instead of getting sad. it’s not healthy at all.
there is so much more but i feel like it’s unnecessary for me to get into it. bc u know. ben’s not exactly subtle in his anger is he lmao
9. Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation or severe dissociative symptoms
this is the only other one that i don’t see in ben at all, and it’s one that i don’t really experience myself either so i don’t even have any insight to offer lmao
so!! more or less 7/9!! that’s a passing grade for diagnosis!!! welcome to the club, mr mitchell!!!!
all of this, of course, has been purely from a medical, diagnostic standpoint (w some of my personal experiences sprinkled in lmao). there’s so much more to say from like a ‘living w bpd day to day’ standpoint but like, this post is already way too fuckin long so i’m just gonna hit on a few that i feel are important in regards to ben, and ones i have’t spoken abt yet
most ppl w bpd have a ‘fp’ or ‘favourite person’ (tho it can be multiple people), which sounds nice but it’s kind of a really complicated and difficult thing tbqh. here’s the best definition i could find: ‘When someone with BPD uses the term “favorite person” to describe someone else, they are typically insinuating that this is a person they cannot survive without. For BPD sufferers, the favorite person is the person who is a source of emotional support and dependence. This individual has the ability to truly impact the BPD sufferer’s day in either a positive or negative manner. The favorite person to someone with BPD holds a critical role in their lives by holding the power to ‘make or break’ the successful navigation of daily tasks and struggles.’ it’s a difficult thing to explain/understand (so please feel free to google ‘favourite person bpd’ to get a better understanding), and is not always as dramatic as it sounds, but it’s like… even if they aren’t a source of ‘emotion support’, ur mental wellbeing can hang on this person’s every move. (which is not healthy, i know, but it’s just a thing that happens w bpd!) and phil is absolutely ben’s fp. ben hates phil, and yet is still so desperate to be in his good graces, in his life no matter what that costs him… and ben’s self esteem, his actions, his moods are so dependant on phil. it just?? makes so much sense to me. i realize it may not make much sense to someone who doesn’t have any understanding of what a fp is, but like if u do, i’m sure u see what i see.
i think maybe jay was another fp of ben for a while in the past. i don’t think he is as much since ben has come back, but in the past?? maybe. like less in the ‘my happiness is dependant on u’ way and more in like a ‘i’m very very attached to u and need u in my life and would maybe go crazy if anything or anyone got in the way of that’ way.
and i think callum might be sneaking into territory now too tbqh. it would explain why callum’s actions and words have such an impact on ben’s moods despite not much really happening between them. and like i wanna say: someone becoming ur fp is not a choice. it just happens. it’s not like ben is going ‘oh im going to get overly attached to u just for a laugh’, no. this would be completely out of his control. and when it happens, it fucking SUCKS. so if that is what’s happening, it’s going to have a massive impact on ben - and it seems like it already is.
and like taking the whole fp thing out of it (bc i know it’s complicated and hard to grasp) bpd would explain why ben seems to be so attached to callum even tho very little has actually happened between them!!! like bpd will have u falling in love w someone who just shows you basic human kindness and decency, and i mean that very literally!!! bc like i said when you have bpd, you struggle to navigate and handle basic emotions, so all the nuances of romance and love? jesus christ. it goes back into black and white thinking - i either love this person or i hate this person, there is no in between. so callum, showing ben kindness? showing him support with what’s going on w louise and what happened w phil? not hating him and thinking he’s despicable and evil and all those things people say about him? and ben, having bpd? he probably wouldn’t be able to comprehend that maybe cal’s just being friendly, esp not after they slept together. so ofc he would latch tf on to that. i would latch tf on to that. his behaviour towards callum just seems very on brand for having bpd to me, genuinely.
and !! all those things whitney said the other night !! people complained about him not arguing back, but like… she’s almost saying what ben wants to hear, when it comes to callum. bc i touched on it before but like the thing is when, you have bpd ur thought process is like ‘i care about this person, they are good, i don’t deserve them, i am bad, i am going to ruin them, i’m probably manipulating them into spending time with me and caring about me, but i can’t let them go, i need them, i bet they don’t even like me, i don’t deserve them, i don’t want them to get hurt, i don’t want to hurt them, i am going to hurt them, in the end.’ (and eventually it spirals into ‘actually they’re probably going to hurt me first bc everyone always does so let me completely destroy this relationship so it’s unrecoverable and hurt them now so they can’t hurt me later’ but that’s another story) and whitney more or less confirms that for him!!! in essence, what she says to him is ‘you’re bad, he didn’t want anything to do with you but you manipulated him into it. you don’t deserve him, you’ve hurt him, you’ve hurt me, how could you do this?’ so like… ofc he’s not gonna argue w her. he’s already had a shit day, all of the fight is gone from him, and he agrees w her!! i’m sure he was thinking that he deserved what whit was throwing at him - not necessarily for what he’d done to her, but because he is Bad and callum is Good and he needs to stay away from him, otherwise he’ll ruin him. bc that’s just what bpd brain tells u, even when u’ve got no basis to believe it. (unless ur splitting or experiencing a big emotional high, but again, that’s a different story)
and that kind of makes sense as to why he’d go to the wedding. going back to the anger instead of sadness thing - he’s hurting, so he’s going to get angry and vengeful. he has been hurt, so now he is going to hurt in return. esp considering both callum and whitney have seen him in such a vulnerable state. it’s probably a pride thing, too.
also just to expand a little more on the ‘unstable sense of self’ thing - ppl w bpd (and also victims of abuse, but sometimes that particular venn diagram is a circle) tend to change the personality based on who they’re with. which is what most people do, yes, but i mean the Extreme version. it’s a trauma response thing - u’ll reflect parts of a person’s personality back at them, or even take bits from personalities of ppl u know they like in the hopes that they’ll like u more like that, as opposed to ur real personality (if u even know what that is). and sometimes those parts stick (esp when you idolize the person u stole them from/they’re your fp), and it’s like u all of a sudden realize ur entire personality is built of parts of other ppls personalities that you’ve stolen. so it makes sense to me that ben seems to have so many differing personalities/sides to his personality, bc he’s learned which parts to show to who, and in what situations - in response to his abuse as a kid, if nothing else.
(and before anyone can even go there: that is not an act of manipulation. it’s a trauma response. it’s something that happens without us consciously having any say in it, as a way of self-preservation. it’s like if i make myself likeable and appealing to u, you’re less likely to hurt me, physically or emotionally. and yes ben has a habit of manipulation, but this is not a part of it. none of ben’s manipulation is directly bc of his hypothetical bpd, it’s bc that’s just who he is. i don’t ever want to see the two equated, or see anyone say any shit like ‘ben must have bpd bc he’s manipulative’, ever.)
just for the hell of it, here are some spicy bpd memes, bc that’s how we communicate on the internet. (here are two in particular seem quite relevant to ben rn lmao + bonus one for phil!!)
so! there we are!!! i’m sure there’s some important stuff i overlooked and that this is not what u expected when u sent me this question, but there are so many misconceptions and stigmas out there surrounding bpd that i wouldn’t have felt right half assing it. and i hope, if nothing else, u learned something abt bpd that u didn’t know before :-)
if u read this far ur a trooper lmao but if anyone has any questions, be they abt ben having bpd or bpd in general please feel free to ask!! i’ll do my best to answer them to the best of my ability 💖💖
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wolgrahas · 6 years ago
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ok guys... mmMmMmmMmm i think i'm back? (even if this site sucks more than ever) if you don't remember me; i'm rami, if you don't remember my name i'm the bitch who is a slut for morrigan, solas and illidan, at least that's what i'm most famous for sbvGHHAFAHSH so... i'm gonna tell u what have happened to me for all this time i haven't been here (if u care ofc):
- i started drawing again ✌ (after years of drawing oNCE every six or four months lol)
- i found a high school for adults which have the last two years specialized in arts (which is pretty cool), tho i'm planning going the next year 👌
- i think i'm bisexual (well i've always thought that but when i created this blog i had a sexuality crisis that made me think that i was straight, i cannot promise that it won't happen again tho)
- hOLY SHIT DRAGON AGE FOOOOUR BITCHESSSSS 💗💞😰
- i found out that i have ADD bc my brain doesn't get enough oxygen bc i breath with my mouth and as i told you some time ago; i have a crooked nose so i didn't have any choice lol. so if i'm tHIS SMART with this shitty amount of oxygen... m8 i'm surely i'm fUCKING GIFTED agafshagAGSGHS (it's a joke, but the part of "my brain doesn't get enough oxygen" is tru tho lol)
- i'm taking new medication and i'm completely a nEW PERSON: i talk a LOT more (like... i'm pRETTY extrovert when i'm with my family 💞), i make lots of jokes, i'm overally happier. and i've been looking at myself lately and... i finally see that i'm not tHAT ugly?? even i got new stretch marks on my hips, ass and breasts and i just think they're pretty cute??? it's like...i'm finally ME. (also, but not less importantly, i was always bitter that i didn't indentify with gemini [my actual sign] and i always identified as a taurus, but now i'm more gemini than ever [so pls run the fuck away when u see me agaghssjdg]).
- i got a new haircut and dyed my hair red ✌💕 (the color is almost gone tho 😞)❗❗ face reveal❗❗
- and i've been thinking A LOT about my past, and i've never told you this before but... i was sexually abused when i was child (tho i have mild amnesia), i haven't talked about this with my psychologist yet, but i vaguely gave hints, like: i told her that i cannot have physical contact with men. and thinking about this, my trauma explains a lot of things (my fear for men, my repulse when men touch me [or anyone touches me], my phobia for sex and my sex-repulsion attitude, my sexual drawings when i was a lil child, and worst of all: my hatred towards my own mother and my bad mental stabilty through all my life, also i had awful nightmares when i was a lil kid [but they didn't have anything in common with my abuse, they were just about monsters who wanted to kill me or that i couldn't find my mother no matter how many times i asked people and i was in the middle of a big city, alone (those are the ones i remember), it felt weird that all kids were having happy dreams and i was the only one who always had to suffer when going to sleep :/, but i got used it, even now i still have nightmares]), i have mild amnesia about it, but i can for sure tell you that something happened that (awful) day. and.. i don't want to tell my family, bc it will make them suffer. besides i think i have a part of my mind that constantly tells me that i made everything up and that i am just an attention whore?? one of the things that made me think that i'm making everything up was when i was in the php center and i told this to the therapists, and they didn't give a shit lmao, even the other patients told me if i was confused or if it was from a movie which affected me (the answer is: no, i remember perfectly how i felt just before and after the abuse, i don't remember what happened IN the abuse but something happened [also i don't want to give descriptions bc it will probably affect people who follow me]), the therapists never asked me about it again so... lol. but idk, i just fear that when i have my ""first time"" the memories will come up and... the trauma will be completely open?? bc this happened to a lot of people when they had sex for the first time and they didn't even remember much about their abuse before??? idk guys, i'm just... confused...
yes i took these photos in my bathroom lmao
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sorry for the drama :,( but i needed to get it out of my chest, being open on tumblr is ten times easier for me bc... idk guys, i think you won't judge me; you are like a big family of strangers who will believe me and give me your (kind) opinions and even help me by talking about your experiences... so.. i missed u guys sm 💗💞😘😭🌟💕💙
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hello there!! have you been doing well, angel? if not, this is a gentle but firm reminder to get your shit together. but hey, why shouldn't you be proud of yourself? you have conquered so many years of your life and - no don't you dare try to be modest, every single tiny achievement matters. + I'm here to tell you that failing is NORMAL. everyone fails at one thing or another but succeed at another. And if you feel that you aren't successful at anything, then darling you haven't tried hard enough. alright alright, before I begin ranting out of the topic, let's get started.
note: this is a part of the get your shit together masterposts. To view the other articles in this category and to view the topics in this that I'll be covering in future, go here.
avoiding negative feelings
the biggest reason why I don't have that many negative thoughts (note that I said "many" and not all. I too have bad days once  in a while) now because I realized that I, and only I, am completely on my side. I'm there for me at all times, throughout my life. And doesn't it sound stupid to be against the only player on my team?
once i realized that, it become so much easier to work at par with myself and to love myself. I became more patient with myself, started embracing my flaws and loving the person that I was. sounds pretty cringy? that's only because we don't talk about these things and we feel they aren't worth talking about. However if you really want to conquer life, loving yourself is the most important layer in this many layered cheesecake and yes, i like food.
cheat code: so how do avoid negative feelings? the answer lies in realizing your worth and capabilities and being on the same team as your own self.
dealing with negative feelings
now we come to the part when you are having negative feelings. Everyone has bad days and negative feelings but you can deal with 'em in a better way than feeling low and wasting your entire day. and here's way number one -
figure out what triggered you. when I have a bad day I sit down and list down what exactly provocated the bad day. these were my reasons -
someone said I was being annoying
I didn't get much done that day
I felt gross and untidy
then, find solutions to those problems.
hey, everyone don't have to like you. you are proud of yourself and that's enough.
Make a list. Do those things. I don't care if you're tired, do those things. If you don't do them, you'll feel guilty and that's never fun.
god, just go take a shower again. (taylor, you stink.)
as you see, the problems were really petty and solutions are pretty simple. but remember that these problems aren't negligible. this method works bc once you figure out solutions to them, you figure out a method how to fight them so that the same problems to affect you again. Now I know that when I feel gross I need to take a shower and not roam around like a stinky animal. See what I mean?
lastly, realize that these things are not worth you losing control of yourself and walking around like a dead zombie #rip.
sometimes I have negative feelings because I feel under confident or not sure about something. when this happens, which leads me to way number two - I have a convo with myself.
ok mate, why do you feel down? um I don't feel sure about this presentation. what if I screw this up? what if the teacher is like this is so shit?? what if I never get to eat donuts again???
seriously? well, I can assure you that donuts aren't going extinct. as for this interview, listen child. you have prepared for this shit, you can do it. doN'T freak out and don't think you can't ace this. you can, trust me.
talking to myself not only helps calm me down but also gives me a sense of purpose. That I have promised myself to ace this and I cannot let myself down. 
loving yourself
understanding why
why should you love yourself?
bc you yourself crave the feeling to be loved. isn't being in love simply magical? Well, so is being in love with yourself. it is even more magical tbh. this is bc you are with yourself 24/7 and when you start loving yourself you become much more aware of yourself and you have able to work much better since you are able to identify your flaws and strengths. Remember when you used to bitch about that girl on whom every guy had a crush and you none? (same fam #LongLiveTheHobos) Turns out that someone does have a huge crush on you. Love yourself, your brain craves for you.
take yourself out on dates
raise your hand if you think dates are great. I agree. They are even better when you go out to a restaurant bc like food is great. it is super important that you take your own self out of dates and not only bc you are hungry but bc a conqueror (yAS THOSE ARE MY PEOPLE) knows the value of taking time off for himself. These are not simply slogging through the weekend and binge watching Netflix, mind you. That's a huge waste of time, froind. A conqueror makes a date official. cheat code: remember that your dates have to be memorable and most importantly, well earned. Here's a checklist to make your dates more special.
positive energy, check.
more smiles and hugs, check.
a happy mindset, check.
and how about a list of things that you can do for yourself?
the turn a bad day around challenge
here's the first challenge of the get your shit together series! I introduced this bc readers said that the topics on here were easy to say but harder to carry out.I do agree with that but hey, I never said that getting your shit together would be easy. by completing the challenges you can implement the ideas I'm trying to propagate here and also get a feel of having that particular area under your control.
task one: when you are having a bad day, sit down. list down the reasons why it was a bad day and why are you feel down. it can be as simple as not getting enough sleep and feeling grumpy.
task two: list down the solutions that you can use to overcome those problems.
task three: remind yourself that these petty problems cannot cost you your valuable time and that you are a badass bitch and you can handle everything.
task four: make a to-do list. I know you haven't done no shit today so now is the time to shine. don't put like a thousand things on the list tho lmao. three - four would do enough for the moment.
task five: do those things. seriously, do them.
task six: (and this is the nicest one) treat yo'self!! you have literally turned around a bad day and done so much shit! you have successfully conquered this day, a day which would have been spent lamenting and getting nothing done. maybe go treat yourself to some delicious pumpkin pie from a bakery (share with me pls); you really do deserve it!! I'm so proud of you :^)
and that's it, it's a wrap! if you have any questions/suggestions regarding anything I said up there (or maybe you just wanna talk about food), feel free to send in a message! my other masterposts are here and to request a masterpost, leave your question in my ask box!
I hope you all are well, stay safe and conquer life, you amaze conqueror :")
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Answer all of those horrible questions 🙌🏼
Damn if u say so!
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
yes! I luv my parents v much they’re so supportive of me :’)
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
my parents! lol
03: Do you regret anything?
I regret agreeing to answer all these :) :)
04: Are you insecure?
BOY AM I
05: What is your relationship status?
lonely wit a big fat heart!
06: How do you want to die?
soon?
07: What did you last eat?
I’m eating a veggie burger now & it’s tasty, idk what its made of but it’s tasty
08: Played any sports?
I did competitive cheerleading in high school :-)
09: Do you bite your nails?
no !
10: When was your last physical fight?
I physically fight myself everyday, she’s a fucking bitch
11: Do you like someone?
u see.. I have an underlying crush on a boy I can’t have... that I repress,,, so for the sake of this uhhh nope def not in luv with anyone ,,
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
no, but now I’m intrigued? should I??? am I missing out?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
lucy
14: Do you miss someone?
yes I miss my best friend & my family sooooo much going to school far away is rlly hard sometimes :///
15: Have any pets?
I HAVE THREE CATS, ANGEL MEEKO AND FINN & THEY’RE WONDERFUL
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
ok real talk,, really good! I met with my adviser to schedule my fall classes & we had such a good talk, she told me I was so organized & it was a lovely conversation, she’s so sweet I luv her. also I took two fucking exams today & I don’t think I flopped on any of those, then I just spent an hour in lab lookin at fish so I’ve had a rlly good productive day & that’s rare bc usually I’m just Sad :) 
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
NO SOUNDS HOT THO
18: Are you scared of spiders?
if they sneak up on me yes! otherwise they’re not the worst! kinda cute!
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
fuck noooooo I’ve grown so much these past two years or so & I still am tbh, don’t wanna relive all that shit lol
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
if by snog u mean kissed.. uhhhh chili’s parking lot ahahasdkalk
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
I’m going on a day trip to boston on saturday to go to the aquarium?? never been to boston so that’s exciting & aquariums are so fuckin cute.. then sunday I’m going to a hardcore show w my friend for a band called boundaries & I luv those guys :) 
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
YEAH PROBABLY LIKE 2
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
just my lobes but I want my noseeee so bad
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
I’m a slut for science
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
I miss some friends sometimes
26: What are you craving right now?
fuck man so much affection, I’ve been single for a long ass time now,,, gotta cuddle myself :/ :/
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
yeah it wasn’t all that tho, not a good time lol 
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
no!
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
idk
30: What’s irritating you right now?
college has been really fucking intense & I wanna go home, plus there’s a boy making my life one big shit plate but it’s been this way for like a year so Ii’m fiene :) 
31: Does somebody love you?
I hope lol 
32: What is your favourite color?
GREEN :) 
33: Do you have trust issues?
I’m kind of a fool actually & I trust too easily so if anyone wants to hmu & tell me how to distance myself without missing him that’d be gr8 lol. . 
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
damn this is bouta fuckin expose me! I dreamed about the boy from q33 & q30 bc he has broken my brain! it was a nice dream tho, my dreams are the only time it’s nice hahahahahasdoiflksdjfl
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
I don’t often cry in front of ppl but I think the last time I did was in front of my parents bc they were helping me pay for school. they give me so much I felt really bad but so thankful at the same time & just had a fucking meltdown lol, college is expensive it’s real fucked
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
IF I HAD TO SUM UP MY PERSONALITY IT WOULD BE “gives out second chances too easily” LOL
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
forgetttt
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
god I fuckin hope not
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
I was 16 I was rlly old, bc ulgy & introverted
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
no but again, should I ?
51: Favourite food?
mac & cheese will forever be the most superior food & u can’t change my mind
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
absolutely not lol
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
uhhhh I was listening to balance & composure, and la dispute & staring at the wall bc that’s all I do
54: Is cheating ever okay?
I’m gonna say no but if it DOES happen, pls don’t stay with that person, break up with them, be honest, just don’t continue on like nothing happened bc if you’re cheating you obv don’t care enough about the person to be able to have a real healthy & sustainable relationship. 
55: Are you mean?
I never fucking talk
56: How many people have you fist fought?
zero (see above answer)
57: Do you believe in true love?
I believe the human brain is weird as fuck & if you wanna believe in true love you can have it, but the other person has to be on the same page u kno what I mean?? is true love real? no. but is anything real? also no. 
58: Favourite weather?
I’m a summer hoe til I die! gimme sunshine & fucking HEAT
59: Do you like the snow?
I do loveeeeeeeeee the snow tho it’s so pretty, I just love being outdoors & I get cold easily so summer is my shit. 
60: Do you wanna get married?
I WANNA GET MARRIED RIGHT FUCKING NOW
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
it’s the best
62: What makes you happy?
music, art, nature, my friends & family
63: Would you change your name?
I like the name lucy! I just wish whenever I tell ppl my name’s lucy they didn’t respond by telling me about a dog they knew named lucy (it happens almost every time lmalkdfj) 
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
all I think about is kissing the last person I kissed, it’d be the best thing lol 
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
idk man, I’d be like “thank u” 
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
yes!
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
the fucking boy I’ve been complaining about for every question lmao
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
probably my friend emily! we always get deep it’s gr8
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
I do not at all actually
70: Is there anyone you would die for? 
DIE FOR MY FRIENDS YO
thank u for tha ask sorry if my answers suck :)
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angeliaxy · 5 years ago
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twenty things about me
Thank you ROO, for the tag. THIS IS VERY FUN~
Under read more bcs well. LOOONG xD
1. what is your favorite cartoon character?
OKAY. let’s just choose otome hubbies bcs I dont have anything else (with the exception of 2 FF boys idk if they’re ‘cartoon’ or not lol). I’ll just choose the ones who affected me the most or this will get super long xD
- Vlad   Honestly, I never fell THIS deep with otome guy UNTIL THIS GUY (and well Mitsuhide but let’s talk about him later). Everything about him is calling my soul. His appearance, his aesthetic (FLOWERS!!) Then, I went to Comte’s JP route and learning a lot more about his motivation, his personality.. ohmygod, I love everything about him??!! especially his /bad/ side!! and now.. I found MY OTOME SOULMATE, even I have to wait for years. I WILL WAIT and I will write a lot about youuuuu~
- Mitsuhide Ikesen   So, I’ve been Mitsuhide hoe since many many years ago, due to his history. THEN this Mitsuhide knocked every other Mitsuhide(s) out there and, omg just how layered he is and exactly someone who I would fall in love with?? He just sneaked his way to my heart since I saw him, well I downloaded Ikesen basically FOR HIM lol. LISTEN, I did all his route choices with +4 +4 results until the end. Perfect score, without hints/anything. I was both shook bcs it never happened before and ‘I DO LOVE HIM SO MUCH’. Another OTOME SOULMATE (ssshh I can have several ok~)
- Zen Mysme He helped me going through my worst depression years ago. My life felt so damn empty and I picked Mysme to play, then Zen. ZEN!! His overflowing love got me SOBBING everyday, like I cried in 90% of his chats/calls, and even until now. I can never get over him. I wrote random fics about him that time but I have disagreement with some of mysme aspects, so yeah, it was mostly fix-it fics *winks at Reira ehehehe* LOL. 
-Jumin Mysme THIS ONE. I KNEW I WOULD FALL FOR HIM SINCE I PICKED MYSME. (thank God Zen was the common route or I won’t play him bcs I would go straight for Jumin and stayed with him lol). And yet he still swept me off of my feet when I played his route. But unlike Zen, & the opposite actually, I feel like JUST LET ME LOVE YOU. Again, there were.. fix-it fics I wrote about him with my MC, just because. LOOOL.
-Victor Just.. Be mine, pretty pleaseeeeeeee? He’s my type 101% and he can call me dummy etc I would still love him xD While Jumin wrecked my heart but this CEO made me.. yearn. (and thirst. but let’s not get too far lol) I love his power, his strength and determination, his demeanor. BUT I just want his heart among everything else?? aaaaaaa.
-Theo This one oMG, he snuck on me so damn hard. He’s also someone I def would fall in love with. I just.. *sighs longingly* His devotion is what I adore the most. the LOYALTY, the whole bad guy vibe, but mostly. HIS BIG, BIG, SOFT HEART.
-Nobunaga I AM WEAK FOR HIM, I just love this devil king in both otome versions~ I’m always side-eyeing when people talked bad about these two versions of him. But then I think they just don’t understand him. still side-eyeing so hard, though~
-Comte Another ‘JUUUUST LET ME LOVE YOU’ case. I went to his JP route for Vlad but I slipped, fell for him too lol. Not usually my type, but he’s definitely the gentleman type I would want to wed (and bed??) LMAO ssshhh.
The rest are, well, obvious enough. Basically the ones who I write, I loooove them~
2. if you could be fluent in another language, which one would you choose?
Japanese. (and more English lol just to make writing easier)
3. what kind of food do you like the most?
SPICY FOOD. JAPANESE FOOD. and instant noodle haha. But I love sushi, abura soba, salmon, the moooost~
4. what is your favorite holiday memory?
I have a lot, I think? But going overseas!! Disneyland!! And I definitely love every visit I’ve done to Singapore. Never been to JP though *cries*
5. if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?
JAPAN. and maybe Singapore. that’s it.
6. what is the worst job you’ve ever had?
My only and also current job. It’s just something I will never get used to because it’s the opposite of my artsy soul. So, RIP. Suffering forever. 
That time I did part-time for a private gaming server. that HURT bcs I fell for the one I worked with and let’s just say he was not available. I had to get out and disappeared from him lol. (still miss him sometimes.. sobs)
7. if you could meet anyone in history, who would it be?
Ehhhh. None. Not too interested in this. (Except if you count Mitsuhide, maybe? I want to know him looool)
8. if you could change one thing in your past, what would it be?
that I shouldn’t fall in love too easily? I had.. a lot of heartbreaking moments. AND I trusted people too easily back then, got used and back-stabbed too many times. so yeah.. kinda regretted that bcs it scarred me greatly
9. what is something that few people know about you?
That I write. Only 2 of my friends knew, and I won’t tell anyone else. This is my world, my safe haven.
I’m shy at first, but can be shameless after you get to know me HAHHAHA
10. if you had to evacuate your home, what would you take with you?
MY DOG. MY LAPTOP. lol, that’s it. OHHH WAIT. MY BJD DOLL, Charlotte!!! MUST SAVE HER.
11. you only get 3 words to describe yourself, what are they?
romantic, empathetic, and.. resilient I guess? my brain is currently tired lol
12. if you could jump into a pool of something, what would it be?
MONEY. LOOOL. nah, kidding. Not too interested in money. A POOL OF FLOWEEEEEEEEEEERS (just no thorns/poisonous flowers ok.) xD
13. if you could stop time for 1 hour, what would you do?
Write? idk, 1 hour is too short to do anything meaningful.
14. if you have a love potion that will make anyone love you back, who would it be?
MY 3D BIAS. PLS???? Any of them is ok, but that means I gotta deal with idol life... (sigh)
15. if your life was a movie, what would it be called?
Endless Sorrow. Yep~ (also one of my wip title xD)
16. if you have a time machine, would you go back in time or visit the future?
Why not both? HAHAHA but prob future. I’m just curious??
17. if you could be anyone in a movie, who would it be?
?? Ehm.. I have no idea tbh. I BLANKED.
18. if you can choose your couple’s name, what name would you choose?
idk? I need to find my soulmate and ask him first LMAOOOO
19. Where would you go for your dream holiday?
JAPAN PLS. T_T idk if I can ever go there.
20. would you rather live in a large urban city, a small town or in the countryside? Why?
Large urban city with PROPER & SAFE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION, bcs LORD it’s so annoying here, where we need CARS to go around. It’s so limiting and ugh. And I love city too much to choose the other choices xD
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chickenkooks · 8 years ago
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oh my god i just read two rotten apples and holy fuck their relationship is so terrible i feel so bad for her goddamn idk why i feel so hurt but pls make jungkook suffer
anonymous asked:
yo… ik everyone will disagree wit me but the relationship in tra is just way too toxic like why do i feel like shit when even if im just the reader. im so fucking mad why is jungkook such an asshole n why is the oc so easy UDHDHJD
anonymous asked:
it fucks with my mind how horrible jk is to the oc in tra i didnt do anything productive today bc i felt like shit LMAO
drabble #3
COUNT → 3.519
GENRE → smut | crack
PAIRING → jungkook | reader
WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | penis in mouth | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | dick riding | the occasional sarcastic quip
LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 4.5 | COMING SOON
note → i didn’t have this in mind with the current story line of two rotten apples, which you can read the first part here. so kinda consider this drabble just like. i dont even know. i have no idea. i think as the story goes on. ill link the drabbles for where i think they are in the story. the other two happen later on so they wont be linked yet until more parts are released!!!!!!! anyway i wrote this in a state of anger and perspiration!!!!!!!!!!! if u dont like my characters. or dont like the story. u could just. consider this: close out of my blog and never come back. no one was forcing u to read this. so i didnt appreciate these msgs. i understand u were venting but u didnt even say anything positive about the story so how could u expect me to respond positively??? anyways g’nite
The skin of Elise’s knuckles lightened as her fists clenched on the kitchen counter. She’d been dicing onions for a breakfast omelette but Kale’s noises from upstairs were distracting her as they drifted to her ears from the vent above her head. The kitchen was directly below their shared bedroom, so she could hear every single sound he made, even the bed creaking under his weight.
Washing her hands quickly, she grabbed a nearby towel to dry them off before heading towards the long, twisting marble staircase leading to the upstairs hallway, following the grunts and groans of her beloved husband.
As she peered into the bedroom, she gasped at the sight before her. Kale was lounging on the mattress, a rose placed between his succulent lips and a single cut from one of the thorns garnishing his lower lip. He probably should’ve cut all the thorns off before placing it in his mouth but he was never the smart one. His chest glistened under the light of the full moon, even though just a few seconds ago, Elise was making a breakfast omelette and typically those are made in the morning. She just didn’t have a good concept of time and made breakfast omelettes at night and steaks at eight o’clock in the morning.
“Hello, beautiful,” Kale said seductively, waggling his eyebrows.
“What was all this noise up here?” Elise asked, looking around the bedroom.
Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, except for the fact that her husband was half-naked on their bed with a bleeding lip.
“I was just thinking about you, so naturally those sounds fell from my plump pillows. I’m talking about my lips, by the way. Those sounds fell from my lips.”
She nodded, licking her eyebrow. “And what were you thinking about?”
“Your beautiful blonde hair, your gorgeous blue eyes, your—”
“I have black hair, Kale,” she corrected him, crossing her arms.
“And I have green skin.”
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed. Instead of Elise being incredibly hesitant as to her vegetable’s—I mean, husband’s—intentions, she found her clothes flying off and out the window. She wondered for a fleeting moment why the window was open in the first place because they lived in a mansion that was two million stories tall and they agreed when they moved in never to open a window because that’s how the previous owner died. As she thought about him, she wondered if he was watching them right now because he liked to haunt the place, making doors randomly open—except it wasn’t randomly because he would have doors fly open only when they were about to open them, so really it was more of a convenience rather than an inconvenience.
Elise sauntered towards her green husband, naked from head to toes to make things easier for when he wanted to disrobe her—because she would be naked and he wouldn’t have to disrobe her at all. As she reached for him, she forgot he had sensitive skin because he was originally some kale in the vegetable drawer, so when she grabbed his arm, it snapped in half. Kale screamed in agony.
“I’m so sorry!” Elise apologized, sobbing uncontrollably.
Kale—
“All right,” Jungkook said, closing the book with a slam. “What the fuck is this?”
He turned the book over to read the reviews and the synopsis then, glancing over at you reading over his shoulder as multiple vegetables were referenced in the author’s summary of the plot. Jungkook cleared his throat and sighed.
“’Have you ever wondered what it’s like to fall in love with a vegetable? Elise has, and that’s what she wishes for one dark and gloomy night. She finds that all the vegetables in her vegetable drawer are suddenly hot men wanting to woo her! Suddenly, she’s a vegetarian but she’s also still a virgin. Who will she choose? The delectable head of lettuce? The brussel sprout with abs of steel? Or maybe she’ll go for the quiet type—the piece of kale with a soft heart—’”
Jungkook had to stop there, his lips twitching as he tried with all his might not to burst out in a fit of laughter at that offensive synopsis.
“Okay,” he said simply, snorting. “What the fuck—”
You laughed with him, scooting to the edge of the bed to snatch the book out of his hands. “I know, but are you really telling me you’d be able to see this and not buy it? It’s about fucking vegetables with penises. Vegetable porn.”
“I swear… the books you read sometimes…” he trailed off.
Your bedroom grew quiet then, the only sounds you heard coming from downstairs as both your parents went head to head in a game of monopoly.
“They’re going to be up all night playing, aren’t they?” you asked.
“Until someone ends up crying,” he said. “Probably my mom.”
You tapped your fingers against your bare thighs, glancing around your room aimlessly. Jungkook then fell against your mattress with a sigh and closed his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he cracked open one eye and just watched you stare straight ahead, your posture stiff as a board.
He grabbed the back of your blouse then, tugging until you fell flat on your back beside him. You scoffed at that but smiled nonetheless, closing your eyes to the feel of his bicep tensing under your head. The two of you had been getting along lately for some reason and you didn’t know what changed exactly.
Although, maybe it was because you were official fuck buddies now.
His other hand reached for you, turning you on your side and slipping beneath your shirt to cup one of your breasts. To his surprise, you weren’t wearing a bra, so he flicked at one of your hardening nipples in appreciation. Jungkook stared into your eyes as he pulled and tweaked at your breasts, gripping them easily with one hand. You closed your eyes, exhaling shakily, one of your hands finding his underneath your shirt and holding it there for a moment.
Then, he suddenly sat up, pulling his arm from under your head and his hand from grasping your breasts. You sighed, falling onto your back again as you looked up at him as he leant over to grab the book he threw to the floor.
When his parents first came over, monopoly game in hand, Jungkook had immediately bounded for your room, only to see you curled into a ball on your bed reading. He’d made fun of you for at least five minutes once he saw the cover but then he volunteered to read it aloud from where you left off.
And there was one particular scene that caught his eye.
He flipped to that exact page, somehow remembering the page number, and then set it down beside you facedown as he stood up to shut your door.
Jungkook walked back over to your bed after he peered down the hallway, listening to the sounds of your parents boisterous laughter and the booming folk music playing from the stereo downstairs, and grabbed the book. Laying beside you once again, he began to read again in his dramatic reading voice.
Kale was in the kitchen when she jogged down the steps, intending to make a smoothie for brunch—or dinner because she didn’t have a concept of time. Sweat dripped from his brow, from his defined collarbones, even down his abdominal muscles, and this made Elise especially turned on down there.
“Why can’t she just fucking say she has a soaked pussy?” Jungkook randomly asked, placing the book down as he looked over at you smiling.
“A lot of erotica authors are married and haven’t had sex since their first child was born,” you explained. “They don’t really like to make the detail graphic.”
“That’s dumb,” he said, then brought the book back to his face to read again.
Without uttering a single syllable, Elise bounded over to him and found a perfect seat in his lap, immediately feeling him grow hard just by her sitting on him.
“You’re so sexy when you’re sweaty, Kale,” she whispered in his ear.
He chuckled darkly. “You’re so sexy when you’re on top of me like this.”
Jungkook slammed the book closed once again and tossed it somewhere behind him, hearing a crash but not really paying much attention. He looked over at you as he wiggled his eyebrows comically and you snorted.
“You look so sexy when you’re laying on a bed,” he whispered.
You turned on your side then and tucked both of your hands beneath your cheek pressed into the mattress. “You look so sexy reading erotica.”
“We should roleplay,” Jungkook suggested, grabbing onto your waist.
You didn’t answer, just arched one of your eyebrows in question.
“I’m Kale,” he began, smirking, “and you’re Elise.”
“And what scene would we be reenacting?”
His smirk widened. “The kitchen scene.”
Without hearing your response, he shot up and then moved to the floor, raising his hips as he undid his belt buckle and slid his jeans down his legs before kicking them off into one corner of your room. With you still lying on the bed, Jungkook hit one of your legs hanging off the edge of the king-sized bed gently.
“Come on,” he called up to you. “I’ll pull you off the bed if I have to.”
Rolling your eyes, you sat up and pulled at your shirt, then stood up to slide your shorts and white underwear past your hips, landing in a pile with Jungkook’s jeans. Slowly, you joined him on the floor, beside him.
“Now what?” you asked.
“Get me ready.”
You were eager—so eager that you completely forgot about grabbing a condom out of your bedside table’s drawer. That thought flew from your mind as soon as he pulled himself out of his boxers, your mouth watering at the sight of him. Reaching forward, you wrapped one of your hands around him and felt him pulsating from under your hand, his skin hot to the touch. You glanced up at him, just as you leant over him and enveloped him in your mouth, closing your eyes at the taste. He wasn’t rock solid when you touched him but you could feel him growing in size and rigidity the further you pulled him into your mouth.
“Ah,” he moaned out, head falling against the edge of your bed. “That’s it.”
Wincing, he hit the back of your throat and you swallowed, causing him to shudder. You patted his thigh and he took that as his signal to start fucking your mouth. As you relaxed your jaw, he started a slow pace as he raised his hips with each thrust into your mouth, moaning softly to himself at the feeling.
Jungkook grabbed the back of your head then and forced you even further down his cock until your nose brushed against the skin of his pelvis.
Moaning around him, he sped up his thrusts. He knew he was already hard enough for you, so he had to physically stop himself from cumming in your mouth as he tugged on your hair to pull you off of him. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his hard cock until you wiped at your mouth.
He relaxed his head against the bed then, panting as he tried to catch his breath, swallowing thickly. You sat against your heels as you waited patiently, feeling yourself drench the back of your calves just at the sight of his neck. Cracking open his eyes, he caught you staring and he smirked to himself.
Jungkook tackled you to the floor then, hovering over you for a moment before he smashed his lips against yours. His hard cock easily slipped between your lips, ghosting over your pussy and you moaned at both the taste of his lips and the feeling of him rubbing against you. You knew you were dripping at this point and were more than ready for him to fuck you, but then that fleeting thought of condom came back. And as his lips slanted over yours, licking at the seam of your lips before sliding inside your mouth, you said that when your lips parted.
“C-Condom,” you managed to say, pulling yourself backwards weakly on the carpet of your bedroom floor as he continued to kiss you roughly.
With each time you slid away from him and towards your bedside table, he crawled after you, pausing you in your journey to kiss you again each time.
Your head slammed into the table then after a few minutes struggle, Jungkook having moved down to your neck to kiss and suck your skin until it was marked in blotches of purple and red. Blindly, you felt behind you for the top drawer, reaching for the handle and pulled on it with all your strength. It slid open and you frantically searched around for the box of condoms, your fingertips touching various cards and hair ties, before finding what you were looking for.
The box fell to the floor, packets of condoms spilling out of it and you tilted your neck back as you tried to grab hold of one of them. Jungkook raised his head to see what you were doing and then helped you, his hand grazing over yours as he grasped one of the condoms and pulled himself off of you to put it on.
You pushed yourself up on your elbows to watch him, struggling to open it with fumbling fingers, then he easily slid the thin latex over his pulsating length.
Without wasting another second, he gripped himself and thrusted into you, grabbing onto your hip once he was filling you to the brim. With your heads nearby a vent, you could still hear your parents screaming at each other as your father apparently lost one of his best properties and stormed out of the room for a smoke presumably. Their laughter flittered up through the vent then but you weren’t really listening to them, just to the sound of Jungkook’s grunts.
Your head slammed into the bedside table as he started a fast pace inside of you, then noticed and quickly pulled you up until you were sitting in his lap.
“Ride me,” he commanded, head resting against the side of the mattress.
You nodded, situating your legs on both sides of him before you hovered your drenched pussy over him. Slowly, you sank down on him and moaned loudly as the head of his cock pushed deep inside of you. His hands came to rest on your hips then, urging you to hurry up. Not listening to him, Jungkook grew impatient and decided to shove you down on him and you gasped out at the feeling of him inside you again—scalding hot. You rocked your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his shoulder then as you raised them back up.
When you slammed back down on him again, your breasts bounced and you couldn’t keep your eyes open. Jungkook was in the same state as he couldn’t even move his head off the edge of the mattress, nonchalantly thrusting up into you each time you came back down on him. You weren’t even roleplaying at this point, just following your lustful urges as you both chased your orgasms.
“I fucking love it when you ride me,” he groaned out huskily, eyes still closed.
Without even opening his eyes, his hands reached around you to grasp at your ass, kneading it for a moment before manipulating how hard you came down on him each time. You cried out, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders and he groaned at the pain. At one particularly loud moan of yours, one of his hands went to cover your mouth. You opened your eyes to look at him and seemed to understand the fact that you were feet away from the vent and if your parents found you two fucking in your bedroom, you would probably get in trouble.
They wanted the two of you together but probably not in that way.
“Go faster,” he told you, lifting your hips so you could slam down on him harder.
You did as he said and soon your breasts began to ache just from how hard they were bouncing with each time you sank down on him.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned, jaw dropping. “Faster, baby. Faster.”
Soon, Jungkook was doing almost all of the work, his hands surely leaving an indent on your skin with how hard he was gripping your hips. Then suddenly, he gripped them so hard that you simply hovered over his cock, only the head still inside of you. Opening his eyes, he stared at you just as he began to fuck into you from below, gritting his teeth as he pounded into you powerfully. You let go of your grip on his shoulders to place your palms flat on the carpet, arching your back and tilting your head backwards as you focused on the sensation.
“Jungkook!” you cried out, your parents on the floor beneath you forgotten.
You clenched around him, your orgasm looming closer, and he grunted. Soon, he wasn’t able to thrust up into you as fast as before and simply flung you to the floor so you were laying on your back. Jungkook situated himself on top of you again and then thrusted inside once more, the new position causing him to reach that much further inside of you. He grabbed one of your legs, spreading your legs as wide as he could as he continued to hammer you into your floor.
He wondered for a moment if they could hear the thuds from above and the occasional squeaking of the floorboards beneath you, but didn’t really care.
His thumb found your clit just as he lowered himself so he could kiss you, tongue sweeping past your lips until you parted them. You moaned into his mouth as soon as he deepened the kiss, legs wrapping around his waist.
His chest jostled forward as his thrusts grew more precise and more rough, and then your head lolled against the carpeted flooring, not even able to do anything but let him have his way with you. You were so fucking close. His thrusts then grew sloppy and his thumb continued to circle your clit.
“Are you almost there?” he breathed out.
Instead of answering him, you just nodded frantically.
“I want to hear you,” he said, fucking into you harder. “Are—you—almost—there—?”
“Yes!” you cried out almost immediately. “I’m so close, Jungkook. Fuck me faster—harder.”
He straightened his back then, disconnecting your lips, and angled your leg so it was perched on his shoulder. He grunted as he concentrated on making you cum all around him, determined to get you there first or you’d scream his ear off. With the combination of the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot and his thumb pressing down on your clit, you came and clenched around him.
A few more thrusts later, he came as well, spurting his cum into the condom.
He rolled off of you and the two of you breathed heavily, your parents eerily quiet from the vent. And then you heard the tell-tale signs of someone coming up the stairs.
“Go into the bathroom and turn the shower on,” you hissed at him. “I’ll hide under the bed since your fat ass wouldn’t fit.”
Jungkook glared at you but listened to you nonetheless, quickly sitting up and dashing into your bathroom, locking the door behind him as the shower turned on. Your phone buzzed just as you heard your parents’ footsteps down the hall and you grabbed it from your bed before slipping past the bed skirt to hide.
Turning down the brightness, you looked to see who texted you.
JUNGKOOK [18:08:25]: Rate today’s performance out of 10
You shook your head but leant forward on your elbows to respond.
YOU [18:08:55]: i think a solid eight is in order
JUNGKOOK [18:09:29]: That’s an improvement from yesterday’s 6
JUNGKOOK [18:10:02]: Care to share your grading criteria?
Smirking, you lifted up the bed skirt to glance at the bathroom door, seeing his bare feet from underneath it and the light on, then you replied:
YOU [18:10:44]: i actually came this time
As your phone buzzed a few seconds later, you heard your parents knock on the door. Jungkook always had to fuck you in places that could get you caught.
But you realized you would rather have him than some happily ever after, no matter how unhealthy the relationship was for you. It was your body, after all. It was just harmless fucking and it was comforting knowing he would never have feelings for you of any kind. Your bodies just clicked together and that’s all you wanted. And besides, Jungkook wasn’t the only toxic one in this relationship.
You were just as bad for him as he was for you.
And you supposed that made you easy.
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pllsetskyonice · 8 years ago
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@yuriplisetsky is a size queen
Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky
2,900 words
“What are you talking about?”
“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”
In which Yuri gets drunk and Tweets some things he probably shouldn't have.
AO3 link
So @94mercy made this post that headcanoned that Yuri gets drunk one night and talks about the size of Otabek’s dick on social media, and I immediately knew I had to write it. Otherwise known as me just wanting to join in with all the hung!Otabek content that’s been coming out of this fandom in recent weeks. 
(Also tagging @daddybek because that’s where this all started back in February)
They’ve been dating for a few months when it happens.
Yuri goes round to Mila’s for a few drinks after practice one day, and they steadily make their way through a bottle of vodka, laughing and talking about their respective partners. The music is loud and Yuri feels all loose and giggly as he reaches for his phone, taking selfies and documenting their escapades on Snapchat. He’s never been this drunk before, so drunk he’s not even sure what order his memories from the last few hours go in, so drunk that he can barely stand, so drunk that the room is spinning.
He sits down and opens Twitter, starting to type. He doesn’t even think about what he’s Tweeting, just starts a thread and keeps on going until he gets it all off his chest. Mila is grabbing at his hands and pulling him up so they can dance together again, and Yuri’s phone lies on the couch, forgotten.
So he doesn’t see what he’s done until morning.
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It’s the sound of his phone vibrating loudly on the bedside table that wakes him up. He’s in Mila’s spare bedroom, a small sized room with what feels like the most uncomfortable bed he’s ever slept on, but it evidently didn’t bother him at whatever time he collapsed onto last night. At least he made it into bed, he supposes. That’s an achievement, even if he’s still wearing yesterday’s clothes.
He grabs at his phone, squinting at the screen. It reads 6 AM, and is somehow fully charged, even though he has doesn’t remember plugging it in last night. It’s far too early. Yuri wants nothing more at this particular moment in time than to roll over and go back to sleep to avoid dealing with this hangover from hell, but it’s Otabek that’s calling him, so he supposes that he’d better answer.
“Hello?” he says, his voice sounding all croaky as he unplugs his phone and rolls back onto his back. There’s light streaming in through a gap in the curtains, and Yuri would get up and close them properly, but they’re too far away to deal with right now. Instead, he opts for the easier option: pulling his blankets over his head.
“Yuri, what the fuck?” Otabek asks on the other end of the line. Even in this still half drunk, hungover state, Yuri can tell that this is Not Good. “What were you thinking?”
“What are you talking about?” Yuri replies. He wonders if it’s about his and Mila’s Snapchat stories, but from what he can remember there’s nothing too outrageous on them, just some really bad singing in questionable English to pop songs neither of them like.
“Your Twitter? Your thread that spends about ten tweets waxing poetry about the size of my dick? Everyone’s talking about it, the fans are going crazy, I had Victor ringing me up half an hour ago to ask if it was true and if I really had deflowered Russia’s Fairy like that, and I just – what the hell were you thinking, Yuri?”
Yuri fumbles with his phone, opening Twitter with his phone call with Otabek still active in the background. He doesn’t even need to go onto his profile to see it, it’s all over his timeline. “Oh, shit,” he swears as he scrolls through the Tweets. “I don’t even remember posting any of this. I was so drunk, Beka. So drunk. I’m sorry.”
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Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
Alright buckle in its gonna be a bumpy ride let me tell you a thing or two about the size of @otabekaltin’s dick
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I hope you’re ready bc I sure as hell wasn’t the first time I saw it – tho in fairness he did warn me about it beforehand
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
But I’m gonna be honest here and say I had to take a moment when we did somethinh sexual for the first time bc girl, I couldn’t’ cope
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
Shall we talk about the time he fucked me for the first time?
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
YES WHAT A WONDERUFL IDEA KETS CARRY ON TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY BOYF’S DICK FOR THE NEXT TEN MINUTS
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
After all of the prep (srsly ive never seen so much lube lmao) he finally entered me (is that even the right word idk I’m so drunk rn)
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I’ve never felt so full in my whole life it was SO GOOD 10/10 WOULD RECOMMEND (although hands off he’s mine)
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
honestly tho I swear the sex gets better every time? He REALLY know what he’s doing with that thing let me tell you
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I did once ask if he needed a licence for it, he didn’t take it well lmao. Anyway, tl;dr: @otabekaltin’s dick is a godsend and
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5h ago
I am forever grateful that I’ve got to experience such a masterpiece so many different times in so many different positions
Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 5h ago
Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin
Holy mother of god is this true? PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS TRUE
Yuri Angels @yuriangels10 · 5h ago
Replying to @yuriplisetsky, @otabekaltin, @c_giacometti
AHAHAHA WE’VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR AGES WE CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING
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“Yeah, I figured, from the numerous spelling mistakes and yours and Mila’s Snapchat stories from last night,” Otabek says, sighing. “But that doesn’t make this okay, Yuri.”
“I know,” Yuri says miserably as he continues to scroll through the shit storm that’s taken over his Twitter. “Do you want me to delete the tweets?”
“I’m not sure what good that’ll do at this stage,” Otabek says. “They’ve already been screenshotted and reposted too Tumblr and Instagram and Facebook so many times that deleting the original tweets doesn’t mean that people will stop talking about it.”
“True,” Yuri agrees. He hasn’t checked Tumblr yet but he already feels like the Yuri Plisetsky tag will be trending on there, full of screenshots taken from Twitter and detailed posts discussing it all. Instagram will be full of people screaming in the comments, and Facebook will have people criticising his decision to share this all on the internet for everyone to see. No doubt someone has already put together a compilation video on YouTube of closeups of Otabek’s crotch with Yuri’s tweets edited onto it. “I can’t apologise enough for all of this. I’m so sorry.”
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russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago
@yuriplisetsky is a size queen
Jenna @xxknifeshoesxx · 4h ago
Replying to @plsetsky
I can’t believe that this is confirmed, what the hell
skate away @quadloop · 4h ago
Replying to @plsetsky, @xxknifeshoesxx
Is it just me that rlly wants to know just how big Otabek is now?
russian fairy @plsetsky · 4h ago
Nah (I mean it might be bordering the slightly creepy territory but still, SOMEONE FETCH THE GUY A TAPE MEASURE)
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“I know,” Otabek says. “I’m not happy that this has happened, but it has, so we’ll deal with it – oh no, Victor’s just messaged in the group chat.”
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Victor: EXPLAIN YOURSELVES
Victor: [multiple screenshots of Twitter threads]
Yuri: …
Yuri: why the hell should we have to explain ourselves to you two??!
Victor: BECAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE IN THE SKATING WORLD IS TALKING ABOUT THE SIZE OF OTABEK’S DICK AND HOW MUCH YOU LOVE IT AND WHY DID YOU POST THIS ALL ONTO TWITTER?
Yuri: jesus
Yuri: stop yelling
Yuri: I was drunk and said some things on twitter, it’s not a big deal
Victor: It very clearly is!
Victor: Yakov is going to have your head off over this, I’m surprised he hasn’t called you yet
Victor: If you thought he was mad at you after Welcome To The Madness, then you’ve really got another thing coming
Yuri: I can handle yakov thank you
Otabek: I’d make a joke about how if you can handle my dick you can handle anything but somehow I don’t think that would be appreciated
Yuri: oh my god beka
Victor: You’re right, it wouldn’t be appreciated
Yuuri: Maybe
Yuuri: Maybe it doesn’t matter because they’re both consenting adults and what goes on behind closed door isn’t anyone’s business but theirs?
Victor: Yuuri I love you but that’s not the point
Victor: They’re going to get people going on about this for months, in interviews, in articles, online… it’ll come back to haunt you in five years’ time at a party when someone’s flicking through their camera roll and finds the tweets and is like, “oh wow who remembers when?”
Yuri: alright I get it my tweets are a ghost that’ll come back to haunt me
Yuri: can we all please calm down I really don’t want to deal with this rn
Victor: Is that because you’re hungover? Well you should’ve thought about that before you got drunk and posted a bunch of stupid tweets to twitter!
Yuri: *true, not stupid
Yuri: and stfu victor
Yuri: no one cares what you have to say
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Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago
I’M YELLING pic.twitter.com/t35v5f
Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 3h ago
Someone should get yuri drunk more often this is GOLD
Mila Babicheva @mila_b · 20m ago
Replying to @phichit_chu
I honestly don’t know if I should be apologising or not
Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 20m ago
Noooo! Definitely not lmao I WANT TO KNOW ALL THE SECRETS
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registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this banana bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/235g5y
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this cucumber bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43qg5
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 10m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this aubergine bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/4gaf35
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this leek bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/98rga3
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this can of dry shampoo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/257g23
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 9m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this chair leg bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/5gsgj1
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this table leg bigger than otabek’s dic? pls respond pic.twitter.com/43tg83
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this branch bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/6grg24
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 8m ago
@yuriplisetsky is this tree bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/7gr32t
Yurabek For Life @yurabek4life · 6m ago
Replying to @slicetheice
@yuriplisetsky is this dildo bigger than otabek’s dick? pls respond pic.twitter.com/24gw46
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago
u ruined it
registered yuri angel no 4525 @slicetheice · 6m ago
gtfo my thread
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There’s a knock on the bedroom door and Mila enters, a glass of water in one hand and her phone in the other. Her hair is messy and she obviously didn’t get around to taking off her makeup last night, as her eyeliner and mascara is smudged around her eyes and what’s left of her foundation is decidedly patchy.
“Hey,” she says quietly, walking forward and placing the glass on the bedside table. “Thought you could probably do with a glass of water.”
“Thanks,” Yuri mumbles, reaching for the glass and taking a few small sips. Though his phone call with Otabek has now ended, they’re continuing to text as they both keep an eye on what’s happening on social media. Victor keeps texting him too, and Yakov keeps calling him, but Yuri is ignoring those. He doesn’t need a lecture right now.
Mila shuffles on her feet, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, looking down at the carpet rather than at Yuri. “I never should’ve got you that drunk last night.”
“You do realise I don’t really give a shit, right?” Yuri replies. Mila’s head snaps up and she stares at him, brow furrowed.
“What?” she asks, confused.
“I don’t care, Mila,” Yuri says. “Maybe in a perfect world I wouldn’t have posted those tweets and sent the figure skating fandom into a meltdown, and maybe people at Google questioning wouldn’t be wondering why there’s been a sudden increase in people Googling what the average penis size in Kazakhstan is, but it’s not the end of the world. Otabek wasn’t best pleased at first but I think he’s getting over it now. If anything, it’s just given everyone another reason to be jealous of the fact that I’m dating him.”
Mila scoffs, a smile spreading across her face. “You’re something else, Plisetsky,” she says. “Are you going to tell me, then?”
“Tell you what?” Yuri asks, feigning ignorance as he continues to scroll through Twitter. He’s trending, but he’s not exactly sure how he’s supposed to feel about that given the circumstances.
“How big he is, of course!”
“Fuck no. Get out my room.”
“Technically speaking –”
“Did I fucking stutter?”
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17 missed calls from Yakov
Yakov: What on earth is going on
Yakov: I hope you have a reasonable explanation for all of this
Yakov: I am concerned about that boy’s influence on you
Yakov: Please answer your phone calls
Yakov: Answer the phone when I call you!
Yakov: ANSWER THE PHONE!!
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Otabek Altin retweeted
russian fairy @plsetsky · 5h ago
@yuriplisetsky is a size queen
Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 1m ago
Replying to @plsetsky
Hell yes he is. ;) #yurisizequeen
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 30s ago
Replying to @plsetsky, @otabekaltin
#yurisizequeen CONFIRMED
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Kazakhstan’s Hero
Otabek Altin is now being celebrated for entirely different reasons than the ones you’re thinking of
#thebigmeat
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Yuri Plisetsky
@yuriplisetsky
Gold medallist Russian figure skater. Otabek Altin’s boyfriend. Size queen.
St Petersburg
Joined March 2014
Born March 1
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Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 10m ago
@yuriplisetsky YOU UPDATED YOUR BIO AND I’M YELLING
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 10m ago
Replying to @phichit_chu
I was just showing who I am
Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 8m ago
This whole thing is making my day #yurisizequeen @otabekaltin so how well does he take it?
Otabek Altin @otabekaltin · 8m ago
Now that would be telling ;)
Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 7m ago
Is that code for “I’ve never had anyone take it so well before”?
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 5m ago
Why must I be exposed in this way
Phichit Chulanont @phichit_chu · 4m ago
You exposed yourself
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 2m ago
…true
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Yuri: I’m never drinking with you again.
Mila: Yeah, whatever you say
Mila: I will get you drunk again and get you to spill your secrets all over Twitter
Yuri: NEVER
Yuri: NOT HAPPENING
Mila: Sure, keep telling yourself that
Mila: So, you want to have a few drinks next Friday?
Yuri: …
Yuri: Fine. I’m in.
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Yuri’s been back at his apartment for a few hours, doing nothing more than curling up on the couch and watching Netflix and contemplating if he can stomach food yet when the doorbell rings. He stares at the door for a few moments, confused, because he no one’s told him they’re coming around. Maybe he left something at Mila’s and she’s decided to drop it off when running errands or something. Sighing, he pauses Netflix, drags himself off the couch and shuffles to the door, his blanket wrapped round his shoulders like a cape.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Yuri demands when he opens the door and sees Otabek of all people standing there. “You decided to just hop on the next plane to St Petersburg or something?”
“Um, yeah,” Otabek mumbles, brushing a hand through his hair as a faint blush spreads across his cheeks. With his other hand, he holds up a bag from the local convenience store. “I also got food. Wanted to make sure you were actually going to eat something today.”
Through the thin white plastic of the bag, Yuri spots a familiar label. “You got me Pringles.” They’re one of his favourite foods that he’s not really supposed to eat when he’s training, but they’re also what he really wants right now.
Otabek grins. “I did.”
“Have I told you how much I love you recently?” Yuri asks, making a grab for the bag. Looking like a kid at Christmas, he takes the lid off the Pringles and tears at the paper/foil one, before taking several crisps out of the tube and putting them all into his mouth at once.
“Well, you’ve told the world about how much you love my dick, but apart from that, no, I don’t think so.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Yuri says through a mouthful of crisps, rolling his eyes. “Come on, get in here.”
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Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 13m ago
Look who flew all the way from Almaty just to be here! ♥♥ pic.twitter.com/36uhghefh5
Otabek Altin @otabekatlin · 12m ago
Replying to Yuri Plisetsky
It’s good to be back. ♥♥
Christophe Giacometti @c_giacometti · 10m ago
I bet it is ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Yuri Plisetsky @yuriplisetsky · 10m ago
Oh yes ;)
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archiveofolives · 8 years ago
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Ring of Keys and Other Stories II
A/N/SUMMARY this is the other stories part lmao, also notice how i have gone down the final fantasy route (see how much easier it is to just number everything instead of coming up with all these nice titles). theme for this fic is alternative universe/timeline and bc i am such a trash for modern hong kong, y'all can guess what sort of au this is ♥ also i kept a lot of medical things hella vague here so pls don’t chase me with a fork i googled the best that i could :x
RATING/WARNINGS pg-13??/some, very little tho, language, mentions of sex
WORD COUNT 18,659 (which is your cue to run, run far far away)
AO3 here
When the doctor had put down his exam results, slipped off his glasses and looked him in the eye, palms on the table, Chiro knew then what it meant.
Funny that between the two of them, he was the one who offered a smile that might buoy crumbling spirits yet. “It’s okay. I wasn’t counting on a miracle,” he assured him.
The doctor sighed, clearly troubled by his stubborn optimism. Well, what other choice did he have? He’d tried crying, complaining, even getting depressed over it but all they ever gave him was a terrible headache after a night drowned in various forms of alcohol. “We tried our best,” he offered, in what he recognized as a sign of solidarity.
Chiro broke out in a grin. “We did,” he agreed. “Can you tell me how long I have, though?”
With a deep sigh, the doctor glanced at his exam results again but he was already shaking his head. “I’d say…you’d be lucky if you made it to six months.” He shrugged as his patient nodded. “But again, I’m cautioning you. There is no certainty with predictions.”
“I think we both understand that perfectly clear.”
“If I can offer you an advice, though,” the doctor cleared his throat, putting his weight on his desktop, braced on his elbows. “Take this time to adjust your lifestyle, and see the things you want to see. While you still have the chance.”
“That’s good to hear,” Chiro said, grinning again. “At least I don’t have to worry about your exorbitant fees anymore.” The doctor shook his head, chuckling. “I’ll send you a postcard from Paris.”
That was probably the last time he was going to see him again.
He stepped out of the doctor’s clinic with a distinctive feeling that he’d just closed the door to his old life, and walked right into a new chapter that had been a long time coming. Something he’d desperately tried to avoid but now that it was there, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. The kind that came with sweet surrender after living in the jungle for so many years. Suddenly, everything felt so delicate. So soft at the edges, like a newborn world. The air he breathed in felt sharp and clear, as if it hadn’t been filtered through so many ventilation channels.
That was the first time he’d noticed that his doctor had changed his name plaque from the old, cracked plastic to a new, polished silver. He felt sorry he hadn’t mentioned it during his last checkup.
But he didn’t linger; with a step back, he started down the set of lifts, into his new life. Suddenly, there was a growing list of things he had to do before his time was up. He pulled out his battered leather wallet from his back pocket and searched within for his octopus card. Best get it out now before he held back a stream of commuters, trying to look for it between his receipts and his notes…
“Hey, you,” a man’s voice echoed slightly in the clean corridor behind him. Slightly rough on the edges, a baritone perfect for oration. “You in a black leather jacket.”
Chiro turned, a bit embarrassed that he hadn’t realized it was him. The man who called was somewhere his age, dressed simply in a blue shirt with a logo in Japanese on his chest and a pair of jeans, faded as a matter of style. He had a closely shaven head, a pair of rimless, round glasses and ears that foretold a long life. If one believed one’s grandmother.
Ears raised a sheet of white paper, folded in four quarters. “Never walk out of a hospital without your prescription,” he advised him wisely.
Chiro laughed, opening his fat wallet again to inspect its contents before be marched back to Ears and retrieved his note. He must have missed him in his excitement.
No, he definitely missed him. The corridor only had one exit and it was the one he was walking out of.
“Thank you,” he said as he opened up the paper, and smiled, all teeth. It was the brochure of some new phone shop he’d passed in one of the malls in Wan Chai, printed from a home computer and then photocopied with a handwritten correction.
He folded it in quarters again. Walking backwards, he raised the brochure between his fingers and replied, “Never look at another man’s prescription.” Ears’ brows furrowed and he frowned. Chiro turned back on his way.
Seems he was off to a good start.
By the time Chiro had gotten back to his flat near Tin Hau station, a modest bachelor pad that was 5 years well past its prime but kept clean thanks purely to his efforts, half the day had already gone by.
The mew came while he was in the kitchen, attracted by the ringing of his keys that hit the glass table after he’d put down his grocery bags. “I’m here,” he called back to the sound, shrugging off his jacket. “Mobius?”
Mobius appeared with another meow, a cream tabby cat very happy with his diet, slinking through the open doorway en route to the man. His appearance made him smile widely. “There you are!” Chiro said triumphantly. He pulled up his jeans to crouch, then extended both his arms to the cat who ambled over excitedly, like a pet who knew that a treat was forthcoming. “Sorry I’m late, I lost track of time.” There was no reply, of course, except for the cat’s two forepaws which he lifted onto one knee so that the man could pet him. “I went to the bank, and I think I might have gone a bit overboard in the grocery mart. Money could be a problem soon, but I guess I’ll figure something out.” Mobius made a purr, eyes shut tight in comfort while he massaged his head.
He grinned, contented. “Lucky for you, you’re a cat who doesn’t have to worry about these things. As for me?” His voice softened, fingers now scratching the contented cat’s chin. “In six months or less, I’m finally going blind.”
“But that’s too bad…and it’s such a shame, Mr. Yim. The children love you.”
Even if they didn’t, it really was a shame to lose the money coming in. He sat in the president’s small office overlooking the green garden, still dressed in the white tangzhuang he sometimes wore during his sessions with the children. Outside, those young bodies in their colorful gym wear, some even in proper changshan dresses or shirts like his own, moved patiently, carefully to the music they put on for their Tai Chi lessons. They were surrounded by a sparse wall of nurses in white, visiting parents and some kids in wheelchairs who couldn’t always join but still enjoyed watching.
Chiro smiled apologetically. “I don’t want to leave the kids, too, but I need to look after myself for now. I’ll keep coming back for as long as I can still see, but my field of vision is getting narrower and narrower…”
“Of course, that’s completely understandable,” the president said but she still looked and sounded disappointed. “In any case, you can still come and visit. You will, won’t you? Even when you’re…”
“Blind?” He grinned. “It’s a shame but nothing to be ashamed about.” The president looked uncomfortable. “But of course, I will. Once I’ve learned how to live without my eyes…maybe I can come back and continue the lessons.”
“Oh, that would be good!” The president sounded relieved, for whatever reason. It was true that they were acquaintances before—he wouldn’t have gotten this job if they weren’t—but there must be hundreds of Tai Chi practitioners scattered around Hong Kong Island, hell even within Wan Chai District alone. He didn’t think she’d have much trouble looking for a suitable replacement,assuming this was the plan now. “Have you told the kids?” she asked.
He couldn’t answer quickly enough. His spirits faltered a little, just as the melody playing from the radio in the garden was rising. “I’ll tell them before I go,” he decided. He’ll just have to find the right words first.
The great thing about speaking with children was that they had no sense of gravity and dread. It only took him all of five minutes to satisfy the bubbling curiosity of the young ones seated around him on the grass, and then he was saying goodbye to them as they headed off, back to their rooms to rest.
Perhaps it helped that he hadn’t been with the children’s hospital all that long, which certainly didn’t explain the multitude of pictures he had with them. His first class, lots of birthdays, going away parties for the kids finally going home.
Counting the faces he was going to have to leave behind from one of his class photos, he realized suddenly that he didn’t know what to do with his photographs once he’d lost his sight. And he was so fond of them. He lived alone but he’d surrounded himself with pictures of his friends, his travels, himself in some of the best places he’d once only dreamed of as a child obsessed with movies like Indiana Jones, as many his age had been. But unlike many others, he’d gone the extra mile and come to Cairo and Giza in Egypt, and Petra and Wadi Rum in Jordan. His last trip had been to see the Uluru at sunrise before his eyes had started to fail him, and then the money he was saving up to go to Monument Valley had gone to his exams and medications. Now he didn’t know how he could earn them back in time before he went blind.
Too bad. Soon, there would be no way he could see them anymore, the way he might still be able to read with braille or audio devices. At least not in the near future. In the meantime, in the interest of self-preservation, he’d had to mark off the furniture and things—all his beloved photos and picture frames—he’ll have to give away, sentimental value or no. His flat was tight enough as it is without the extra bulk. Where exactly they were going to go, though, was going to have to be a problem for yet another day.
His eyes were starting to hurt from the glare of the laptop; he’d been on it for the past hour or so, scouring the Internet for support groups and government benefits he might take advantage of. He pushed the lid shut, set the machine down on the floor next to him and stretched out, reaching to replace the class picture on the glass table just over his head, near the left arm of the couch he laid on. Not for the first time, he wondered if being blind meant living his days like this forever. Just lying down, gazing around his apartment…or not, as there would be nothing to see once his eyes had gone.
Soon enough, he would have to start calculating the steps that would take him from the door to the kitchenette, the bathroom just next to it, how many paces across his living room, past his shelves and drawers and the TV on his way to his tiny bedroom at the end of the whole flat.
The timid jingle of a bell, like it was attached to a pillow that had fallen off his bed, distracted him from his thoughts. Every tiny step after it was marked with quieter rings.
At least he knew that the collar he’d bought Mobius worked. Chiro whistled, and the cat appeared from his bedroom with a crimson band around his neck, one with a slight V-shaped drop where the bell was attached. Whistling again, he teased him, holding out his left foot.
Mobius took the bait with careful eagerness. He ambled to those wiggling toes and raised a paw to bat them only to be scooped up by the same foot and raised high. Sheer feline talent, ability and luck had kept him from listing as he slid down the length of his owner’s leg.
Chiro caught him at the bottom with both hands and lifted him up like one would a lion cub. Mobius issued a tiny mew of complaint. He laughed.
“What are you going to do once I’ve finally gone blind?” Chiro asked him. “I’ll have nothing else to do, and you’re stuck with me forever.”
“This coming Friday,” he continued with his parting reminders, “we’ll be starting one hour earlier becaaause…it’s—!”
“Kelly’s birthday!!” The chorus came like a wall of bells all ringing as one as the wind blew, as if these kids hadn’t been sick all along or that the cure for all illnesses really could be found in the promise of cake. Chiro, in a respectable red-lined black changshan set, flailed in surprise but quickly ducked and plugged his ears to the delight of the children.
“Not too loud, not too loud! You’ll make me both blind and deaf.” He grinned at their laughter and giggles. “Okay, okay, I’ll see you all on Friday.”
“You’ll still be here?”
Chiro bent closely to look at the girl’s wide-eyed surprise. “Yes. I will. Don’t forget to dress in red. Bye-bye!”
He straightened up and waved to the children who turned and waved back while the nurses and their parents ushered them back in the hospital. He stayed behind to watch them, perhaps for one of the last times possible.
“Mr. Yim!”
He swung left, searching for the voice beyond the limits of his blurred vision. The president had to call him a second time before he spotted her crossing the grass, a tiny figure in a white coat and a green spotted dress next to a man in a dark khaki suit and glasses. She looked like she was going to stumble in her leather pumps any time now but seemed happy to do it.
“It’s good that you’re here. There’s someone here I’d like you to meet.” She was all diplomatic niceness when she gestured to the man in a suit next to her which Chiro took as his cue to put on a smile for the introduction. “This is Mister—”
“Baz. No need for formalities.”
His smile froze in place. He could barely believe his eyes. Apparently Ears had a name, and his name was Baz.
Baz smiled at him. “Seems like we always meet in hospitals,” he said.
Chiro’s cheeks relaxed a little. “I hope you don’t believe in superstitions, Mr. Baz.”
“Just Baz, really.”
“Baz has been one of our staunchest investors since the hospital was built. This is Mr. Chiro Yim,” the president interjected in time, hand towards him. “He’s been coming to teach the children Tai Chi.”
Baz gestured to him. “Does it work? Tai Chi?”
“Depends on two things:” Chiro ticked them off by his fingers. “One, if you believe in it, two, if it’s convenient.” And with that, the formalities were concluded with polite laughter.
Right on cue, Baz pulled out his iPhone and peered at the screen through his glasses. Contrary to what Chiro would have imagined during their first meeting, he looked very smart, and very busy in a suit. He figured he had another meeting coming up soon, and that the introduction was made only for the sake of courtesy. “Okay, we’ve got a table,” Baz announced. “Mr. Yim, lunch?”
“What?” he spat, surprised to be wrong. What happened to the meeting? “Is that an invitation?” Was that his name?
“Depends on two things:” Baz ticked them off by his fingers. “One, if you’re fine with Asian fusion, and two, if it’s convenient.”
It was convenient, of course. Free lunch was always convenient.
And never mind that he came in a black leather jacket, a plain white shirt, a pair of well-loved jeans and off-white chucks that had never been washed since the day he bought them. As was the proper way of caring for them but the place looked like its menu contained only offerings with prices that were inversely proportional to the amount of food that was placed on the plate. That in spite of that, the place was still so full, Baz had to wait for a table to be freed, was something he had not yet fully comprehended.
He gazed around the restaurant after their orders had been placed and the president excused herself to make a call. A general salmon color, brightly colored flowers, white cornices and table cloths, Parisian cutlery, wide windows, sunlight streaming in. Slouching forward, arms crossed loosely on the tabletop, he asked his host, “Are you a regular here?”
He caught him drinking water. Baz shook his head. “First time,” he said, setting his glass down next to his plate. “It’s not really my taste but my friends never shut up about it. I mean…” His fingers drew circles around the air. “Friends around the erm…”
“Business,” Chiro finished for him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning when he said, “Sounds like you’re hesitant to call them friends.”
“I just don’t want any misconceptions,” Baz grumbled. “Why do you ask? You’re looking for a place to date your girlfriend?”
Chiro’s beam went straight up to the corners of his eyes. “Why do you ask that?”
Baz pointed a finger to his hands. “No ring. But typically, you should be married by now.” He folded his arms over the table. “So maybe you have a girlfriend.”
“Wanna make a bet?”
“I’m already paying for lunch.”
“So you don’t want to make a bet.”
Baz looked at him dead-eyed, lips tight enough to make it seem as if he was trying to chew out a reply, maybe from the inside of his cheek.
Best not to push him. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he finally answered. “And I don’t have a boyfriend, either, in case you’re also curious.”
Baz nodded, satisfied.
“And you?”
Baz raised his naked fingers, flipping his hands back and forth. “Nothing to see here.”
“We’re birds of the same feather, then. Young, wild and free,” Chiro said, and smiled when Baz guffawed. It was such an honest sound, he’d even call it pure. He didn’t know many who could be so genuine without risk of being vulgar.
“You have a way with words, Mr. Yim.”
And he looked so kind and candid, like the lines on his face had been etched permanently by unabashed laughter. He didn’t know how he didn’t see this before. Perhaps he’d been too intimidated by the suit and the restaurant. They’d made him look cold, impersonal but his eyes looked soft. They gave him the face of a friend.
“Just call me Chiro,” he said. “All my friends call me that.”
Baz Ma. That was his full English name.
Born in Guangzhou, he was a philanthropist and a businessman with an admirable, if humble, net worth. Many of the pictures he found on Google had Baz either shaking hands with someone in a sharp suit or passing goodie bags, planting trees or addressing a room full of young children in a plain shirt and jeans like from when they’d first met. The only time both sides of Baz had ever crossed the proverbial line was in pictures of the Qiantang tidal wave back in 2013, where he was shown carrying an injured boy, presumably to safety. Baz was drenched to the bones with a cut on his left cheek, right there on the crest. He’d married in secret some time before but divorced his wife one year later. They had no children.
Many of the businesses he was involved in were hospitals, schools and food providers. He was also the president of two foundations aimed to the poor, but for all his good intentions, he could not escape the suspicions that he had connections to one of Hong Kong’s triads.
Chiro couldn’t believe it. That kind face, a gangster? He tried to imagine it. He supposed it couldn’t really be said these days,they came in all kinds of shape and form.
But he remembered the laugh, his serious responses. He didn’t crack jokes or make witticisms. Somehow he thought it was more important for the man to be truthful than to be clever or funny. It was a brand of honesty that could only have been built in good conscience, and not on the shoulders of murderers and slaves.
He remembered that Baz said he didn’t want any misconceptions about his friends in the business…
He must have been staring at the screen for too long, the headlines an ugly accusation, because suddenly, his timer was ringing and suddenly, he realized that he was sitting in the glass table in his kitchenette, waiting for his dinner to cook. He hurried up to the stove to finish it.
He set down his bowl of noodles just next to him while he read on, clicking and scrolling.
The rumors started when a known triad financier was spotted in one of Baz’s charity events, even pictured shaking hands and clapping shoulders with him. The amount donated was later leaked to the press who, being gracious, granted it the wildfire attention it deserved. Half-page coverages, one minute spots in all news shows.
The foundation’s defense was that the financier had fulfilled his prison sentence accordingly and had expressed his desire to turn a new leaf, therefore there was no reason for them to judge him and doubt his intentions. That seemed only to fuel the rumors that Baz was really working hand-in-hand with the triad although all evidences brought to light had been circumstantial by far. It was an open case as far as the interested public was concerned.
Chiro pushed down the lid of his laptop and sat back in deep thought. He listened to Baz’s laughter again and recalled his easy countenance. He preferred it if he was only “Baz”, that high-end restaurant was not really his taste…everything about him just screamed down-to-earth, even though the man felt like he was so quiet, he wouldn’t even be caught screaming. To see him as a gangster needed a pretty good working imagination…
Or maybe he was just too blind to see it…
“…eighteen…nineteen… twenty…”
He almost jumped when his raised fingers felt the smooth plastic face of the door he knew belonged to his bathroom. Excitement filled him and tempted him to open his eyes but he managed to fight down the impulse at the last minute. Collecting his breath, he searched for the round door knob and gave it a good twist.
Everything that followed were actions instilled by so many years of living in that place. He reached for the switch at the side to flick it on, listened to the muted humming of the light before it cut itself off abruptly. In place of looking, he felt for the smooth tiles of the wall and scraped at the textured ones with his bare foot.
Chiro closed the door, stepping out. That was one blind route of many mastered, at least. Now onto the next.
“One,” he began again, “two…three…”
He slid and laid his feet carefully and gently across the floor and felt a vague leap of pride when he felt the rough face of a cardboard box against his toes. One point for Chiro Yim for being cautious! He inched aside until he was free of the obstacle and continued. “Seven…eight…” He raised a foot.
Bang! went his knee when it met the acquaintance of a glass table.
The noise Chiro made had scared Mobius out of one of the many open boxes he’d taken residence of, half-filled with his stuff. He didn’t see this but he heard the panic, the scratch of claws and the stumble for safety. His eyes flew open to a confusing world of blurred vision and brief clarity that made him wonder for a second there if he had somehow also hit his head. With the help of adrenaline, a ringing pain and some form of animal instinct, he managed to hop towards his empty couch, carrying his knee on his hand.
When he dropped himself to the cushion, he noticed he was crying. But damn, that really hurt! He wished he could ask his cat to get an ice pack from the freezer. He wanted to try but his leg still felt numb and weak from that bitter argument with the furniture and he was just in no mood to try. Careful fingers probed the injury. By some blind luck, he hadn’t broken a bone but he’ll need an ointment before the bruise turned into a monster.
He’d already started to move his injured leg up onto the couch when his phone rang where he’d left it on the blasted glass table that had once carried precious memories in plastic frames. Chiro hadn’t even thought to check the number and the empty face on the screen, too absorbed by the inconvenience and his knee, before he took the call and grunted out, “Hello?”
“Good morning, may I speak with Chiro Yim?” the voice asked, deep as an ocean.
Chiro might have choked on his spit. He wondered again if he’d hit his head. “Baz?” he croaked. How did he get his number?
“Oh good, it’s you. You remember me,” Baz went on without preamble. “I got your number from Cindy. Are you okay?”
“I’m—” Chiro looked at his knee, as if he could see it through his track pants. Could Baz get him an ice pack? “Yes, just fine. Just surprised. How did umm—” Cindy, the president. Right. “You umm…you need—can I help you with something?”
“If I called at a bad time, I’ll just call again later.”
“No! No, ummm…” He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts. “I’m not busy, I’m not doing anything right now.” Well, not anymore after he banged his knee like an idiot. “Is there something wrong?”
“N, no…” Baz began. “…the truth is that I wanted to ask you what days you come in to teach Tai Chi to the children.” He spoke quickly.
Chiro wasn’t sure he’d caught that at all. “What?”
“I’d like to watch. The children. I mean,” Baz coughed, “Cindy said…that the children have shown good improvement since you started coming in. I’d like to watch.”
Straightforward, although he’d stumbled a little along the way. Not a hint of arrogance, of his rank and wealth demanding the service and obedience he expected and deserved.
“The president didn’t tell you?” That is to say, he couldn’t have asked the president?
“I…” Baz contemplated the rest of the sentence. “…forgot.”
Honest, genuine, down-to-earth Baz. Despite himself, Chiro smiled at this man who could not deceive to hide his lack. What a character. “I go in Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and every other Saturday.” He thought he heard the man breathe a sigh of relief. “My classes start at 10am but on Saturdays, I have another session at 2pm.”
“Sounds good,” Baz said, with a faint sound of pen scratching on paper. “So tomorrow, then?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Lunch?”
Another pleasant surprise. “Sure,” he accepted, delighted. “Sounds great.”
“Good, good. I’ll see you then.”
“See you.”
Baz hung up. Chiro set aside his phone and sat back, thoughts now turned to tomorrow’s meeting. It made him feel vaguely touched, and giddy in a way that made him feel like a favorite child. Baz had gone out of his way to set this meeting, like the first lunch. There had been no need for it but he’d gone and done it, anyway, as if it was the most natural thing to do. He decided he was a good friend to have and wondered if all his friends thought this way of his generosity.
And if it was true that he was a gangster? Well then, so what? That was his business. If it came with free lunch, then he could be the leader of all triads for all he cared.
Spine straight, shoulders low, chest open. In his years of being a Tai Chi practitioner, these were reminders Chiro no longer needed to tell himself as he swept his arm smoothly, freely in the air and somehow transferred the movement to his bending knees without a hitch, even with the bruise. Tai Chi, to him, was no longer even just automatic or mechanical. It was so ingrained in him, it felt like he’d molded his very bones and muscles to move only in the forms of Tai Chi no matter what he did. Eating, bathing, sleeping…it was an exaggeration but a proper one.
That Baz’s mere presence in a handsome dark suit could put a chip to his rhythm was more than a little bit unnerving. It was like walking in a shoe that was too tight in one foot, the pinky toe was starting to blister. You could still do it, you could still walk without limping, but you were still acutely aware of the pain, bothersome and ever-present. This had never happened to him before. In the past, he’d led classes bigger than the ones he managed these days and he’d never had any trouble with them at all.
This had never happened to him before.
A full house, the noise of conversation and cutlery a steady wall of sound, with budget meals that could fit everyone’s wallet and fill their stomachs. As it turned out, Baz’s taste was none other than Cafe de Coral.
It was strangely encouraging to watch the wealthy businessman shrug off his stylish blazer to resemble the Baz that he first knew: a plain black shirt, some nice jeans and a pair of sneakers.
“I’m so hungry,” he groaned, picking up his chopsticks as he inspected the roasted duck cutlets looking glorious on a bed of rice. He looked up to his guest. “Is this fine with you?”
It was very fine with Chiro. Compared to some deconstructed version of some old time favorites like the one that expensive restaurant had served, a bowl of char siu pork and rice suited him much better. He felt very comfortable. And he also felt very hungry.
“Dig in,” Baz invited and didn’t wait to do the same.
A few seconds of respectful silence were accorded to the food and their empty bellies, almost like a prayer before the meal but in something of a reverse.
Chiro was the first to break it, pausing for a sip of cold tea which gave him a great vantage point of his host demolishing his lunch with shrewd diligence. “So how bad was it?” he asked seemingly out of the blue. He indicated Baz’s half-finished food when the man had cast him a curious look. “The food from that restaurant near the hospital. You ate like girl on her first date.”
Baz snorted. His rhythm broken, he suddenly slowed down. “I told you, it just wasn’t my taste.” It was a diplomatic response, he supposed. He realized too late that it would be difficult for his host to admit that he had taken him to a restaurant with poor taste. “I grew up eating this stuff.”
“So we really are birds of the same feather,” Chiro observed happily. “Now you know that if you want to impress me, you don’t have to look far.”
Baz almost choked on his duck meat and gulped down a mouthful of coke. “Is this how you are with all your friends?” he asked as soon as he was able.
“Only to the ones who keep buying me free lunch.” Chiro grinned.
Baz eyed his grin before he returned to his meal. “Consider it my thanks for what you do for the children. Cindy told me you were leaving soon.”
That he was. Suddenly Chiro counted all the free food he was going to miss. As if they really were part and parcel of his employment.
“Is it the pay?”
“No, I umm…” Chiro picked on his food a bit. “I’ve got other plans.”
“You moving?”
How could he tell this total stranger that he was going blind and he needed to take care of himself? Well, what the hell. Chiro decided to humor him. “Traveling,” he said, smiling.
“Oh?” In went a whole piece of duck, bones and all. Chiro was impressed. Baz chewed with his whole mouth as he asked, “Where to?” before his eyes fell back to his bowl.
The answer was easy, of course, even if Chiro hadn’t really been thinking about it these days. Since his diagnosis, he’d learned to be realistic about his expectations but, he supposed, as with childhood dreams, it never really went away. He might have sounded a bit dreamy when he said, “Monument Valley.”
Baz stopped mid-chomp to look up to him, half-gaping. Chiro prepared himself to explain but the man interrupted him. “In Utah?”
Chiro was surprised. “You know it?”
“The sandstone buttes.”
“Exactly,” he said, sitting back a little. Furrowed brows over glasses looked straight into round nearly blind eyes. “There’s not many here who know that place.”
“My thoughts exactly.” In a surprising twist of events, Baz had put down his deep spoon to wrap one hand over the other, just under his chin. He’d stopped eating just to ask him, “When are you going? Where are you staying?” The questions came quickly, one after the other.
“I’m still thinking about it,” Chiro responded in a shock. He hoped he didn’t come out sharp and defensive, he hadn’t expected Baz to be all that interested about it. “Maybe the summer,” he said, picking up some stray details from what little of his old plans he could remember. “But I haven’t looked for lodging yet. I might just look at Airbnb.” Hoping to escape Baz’s full attention like a liar caught red-handed, he started to eat again.
Baz did not. “How long are you planning to stay?”
Chiro sighed, gazing upwards to think. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, “a week? Have you ever been?”
Baz shook his head. “I was just curious. Like you said, it’s not a place everyone wants to visit.”
“The way you’re asking these questions, I’m no longer surprised,” Chiro said, flushing with relief at the end of the sudden interrogation. He gestured to Baz with his glass of tea. “You sound like you own the place.”
“No, I didn’t mean to make it sound like…hey now, are you cracking jokes again?”
Back in his element, Chiro grinned. Baz groaned and rolled his eyes. Chiro laughed. The poor thing probably couldn’t tell a trick if it stared at him in the face! “Well, when I was a kid,” he said all of a sudden, as if to console a sulking child, “Indiana Jones was my favorite. Ever since, I’ve always wanted to go to those kinds of places. Sometimes I think it’s a little silly.” He shrugged. “But some things just never leave you.”
Baz’s face carried the softness of a smile when he nodded. He straightened up suddenly to search for his glass of coke. “I’ve never told this to anyone,” he picked it up to sip, “but I’m still obsessed about those martial arts films. I’m not just talking Hollywood action films, I’m talking,” he spread his hands sideways, like he was holding a giant egg, “proper martial arts films. Bruce Lee. Jet Li. You know the stuff. That’s because when I was young, I wanted to be a shaolin monk.”
“No, really!” Chiro laughed, shifting a little in his seat to look closer at Baz who nodded sagely. “But what happened?”
“Well, my parents didn’t give their blessings,” Baz said, leaning back. “So now,” he patted the top of his thin hair, “I just look like one.”
“But you’ve never learned?” Chiro shrugged. “I mean any kind of martial arts?”
“I tried but,” Baz shrugged, “I guess it’s just not for me. I had no time for it, and I was too old.”
“Sounds familiar.” Chiro grinned. “I wanted to learn how to shoot a gun because of Indiana Jones but I never got to it.”
“I could teach you.”
His brows flew. “You could? You know how to shoot a gun?”
“I have a license, if that bothers you.”
It wasn’t supposed to, he should be anything he wanted to be. But suddenly, Chiro was glad that they’d chosen this noisy place for lunch, where no one would be too interested to listen into a conversation between two middle-aged men.
Baz was still watching him, waiting for a response. His eyes looked as soft as Chiro remembered it. Just then, he noticed a scar on Baz’s left cheek.
He remembered the picture of the man carrying a boy, soaked through and through.
The smile was slow to come, but it was his defense now. Baz’s brows rose slightly, like he was expecting to be surprised. Chiro hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed. “Are you recruiting me?” He looked a lot more amused than he intended.
Those brows fell again in a confused knot. “I wasn’t…trying to recruit you for anything,” he said after a stunned silence. “Am I missing something?”
“No, it’s…” Chiro sighed, eyes falling to his half-finished food. How should he say this? It shouldn’t have to matter but he felt a keen impulse to apologize when he confessed, “I’d been reading the news.”
Those eyes were still painted by uncertainty but the penny dropped soon enough. “Oh,” Baz said suddenly, throwing his hands up, falling back. “Oh that one? Yeah, that was just one time,” he said.
“I’m just clearing the air,” Chiro explained quickly before things got out of hand.
“That’s okay, it was just a matter of time,” Baz sighed, shifting forward again, clearing his throat. “I guess it gives off that image, doesn’t it? Well, if I truly were a gangster, would you stop seeing me if I asked?” He looked at Chiro, straight in the eyes, brows raised, lips drawn to a line.
It gave Chiro the impression of a cornered animal, ready to spring. He didn’t mean to put him on his toes, and now he truly felt sorry. He didn’t know if he ought to apologize, though. Baz didn’t sound like he was looking for sympathy.
Actually, he didn’t know what Baz was looking for anymore. A challenge? He looked like he was daring him to go on at his own risk. Or maybe he was just reading too much into it?
He felt uneasy. He was at a loss. Things had gone cold and sour all of a sudden when they were already sharing childhood stories like friends. Smirking a little, Chiro tried to repair the damage, anyway. “Would you kill me if I did?”
That joke fell flat. “Depends if you’re trading me for my enemies,” Baz said smartly.
For the first time, Chiro didn’t know what he could say. He’d ruined a good thing, and there was nothing he can say to deny that.
He was a stubborn fool, though. So he tried again. “Then I’ll keep coming when you call.” He even put in a smile for good measure.
Baz smiled back. But then, he’d said, “Let’s eat. Food’s getting cold.” And Chiro knew that the connection between them had snapped completely.
Had he offended him? He couldn’t believe it.
He’d been stumped it since he and Baz had parted ways, Baz getting on his car, him walking to the MTR station. Easy enough to say that Baz had cared what he thought of him but why should he? They weren’t…
Well, they were friends. Of a sort. They were employer and employee, they were lunch buddies. Maybe.
Did Baz have friends? It was a thought that occurred to him suddenly, lying down in bed, staring at the dark. Mobius’ curled form was pressed up next to him, breathing but unmoving even with the hand idly scratching his back. The distinction between friends…from the business and…well, perhaps the “realer” sort seemed to be important to Baz. He’d never told his childhood dream to anyone but him. At the time Baz had said that to him, he hadn’t given that admission much thought, being too thrilled by what was shared. Now those words echoed back to him with meaning, and he was shocked that he hadn’t noticed it at first.
Why him, though? Was Baz concerned that he might have truly felt silly about his own boyhood tale? That was the only thing he could think of. Baz couldn’t believe that they were truly birds of a feather, could he? He wasn’t naive, he couldn’t be. If he really were a gangster…
But if he wasn’t…
Well, what did that change? The fact of the matter was that he couldn’t stay silent about this. If he had offended Baz, then it was up to him to do something about it. He sat up on his bed and reached for his phone to call the man.
It rang endlessly. Now Chiro wondered if Baz was refusing to answer his phone after his carelessness. For the first time, he felt irritated at himself. Why did it matter to him if Baz was a gangster? Was it because of the scar? The picture? Could he not believe that a man could both be kind and a gangster? He remembered the way he’d looked at him. That cornered animal.
The ringing stopped. “Chiro? Chiro, is everything okay?”
Chiro froze. Why had he called again? He swallowed. “Umm…hi. Everything’s okay…sorry, are you busy? Should I call another time?”
There was a long pause. “Chiro, do you know what time it is?”
He didn’t. He’d packed away his desk clock because he didn’t want to trip on its wire while he was busy redecorating. He was yet to buy a new one that would suit him in the future.
“It’s 2 am.”
Well, that would probably explain why he was under a blanket.
“I have to be in the airport in three hours.”
“Oh,” Chiro said. He didn’t know what else to add. “Umm…so I guess…business is doing great?”
Another pause. “In a manner of speaking.”
Chiro chewed his lip.
On the other line, Baz sighed. “Chiro, is everything okay?”
With nothing better to do, he smiled in the darkness. “I called because I thought we could meet again for lunch on Friday. My treat this time. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of your generosity.”
“You know I don’t.” He sighed again. “But I’ll still be in Sydney on Friday. I fly back on Saturday.”
“Next?”
“This one that’s coming.”
Chiro thought quickly.
“Maybe we could—”
“How about coffee, then? My treat. You can pay in souvenirs.”
“Which part of that statement is your treat?”
“The part where I buy us coffee!”
“While I pay you with a koala keychain. It’s the same thing!”
“It doesn’t have to be a koala keychain, it can be kangaroo jerky.”
“Are you serious?”
By now, Chiro was grinning widely. “I used to like to mix them in my congee. It would be good to have some for breakfast again.”
“That’s disgusting,” Baz said. “Anything else?”
“Throw in a koala keychain while you’re at it.” Baz groaned. Chiro laughed. “So we’re set, then? Maybe 3 pm? Will you be coming to the hospital?”
“I can meet you there.”
“Then I’ll let my fans know there’ll be no autograph signing on Saturday.”
“You have a strange hobby, Chiro.”
Chiro’s cheeks were hurting now. “Okay, I’ll see you on Saturday, then. Goodnight, Baz. Don’t stay up too late, you have to be in the airport in three hours.”
“You’re telling me?” Baz sounded incredulous. “Actually, don’t answer that. I’m going to hang up now before you say anything else. Don’t call me in three hours. Goodnight.”
Chiro didn’t say anything, as the man had asked. The call ended.
He set his alarm to three hours before he laid back down his pillow and tucked himself in. Baz warned him not to call in three hours but he didn’t say anything about literally giving him a wake up call after. He just wanted to be helpful! Baz should just think he was making up for calling him late by making sure he made it to his flight on time.
He felt giddy and mischievous, and proud of himself which were not exactly qualities of a man who’d called to ask for forgiveness. In fact, he hadn’t even bothered to try at all but they were meeting for coffee now. Nothing had been ruined.
As it turns out, he really was just reading too much into Baz’s reactions. What a fool he was…
It was exciting, at first, to have found a new friend, a new unlikely friend, whose constant company gave him something to look forward to when so many things had since lost a bit of their luster. Baz always came—when he could—to watch his Tai Chi classes, afterwhich they always went for lunch and when Baz’s time permitted it, afternoon tea, because they hadn’t run out of things to talk about yet. Otherwise, he spent his days at home, memorizing blind routes and cleaning up, paving ways for a safe sightless future. Some days, he also went around, seeing the sights, a tourist in his own city and country.
And then that stopped. All it took was a matter of weeks, just as his doctor had said. Finally, he had reached a point where it was dangerous to be away from his usual routes on his own.
It was harder, then, to wake up every morning with the same optimism and fighting spirit he had once borne. There were so little things to motivate him these days. He knew he still had so many to be thankful for, but he could only remember so little of them now.
With a happy, half-hysterical, half-maddening tone, his phone suddenly rang, somewhere in the blurred sea of his vision. “Baz calling,” his phone said. “Baz calling.” Staring up the ceiling, he imagined that beautiful photo of his flashing on his screen, that one of Baz raising a dumpling to his face like a smile.
He could remember so little, but at least he remembered some of them. “Answer,” Chiro commanded, smiling when his friend’s voice came on.
“Oi, Chiro, get up! You’ll be late for work. Keep away from your fans, we’ve got lunch after.”
“You’re going to make me lose them, Manager.” Chiro grinned.
“Lose your fans or lose your lunch. Either way, it’s your choice,” Baz grumbled and hung up.
Many days, it felt like he only ever got up for Baz anymore. But he still wouldn’t tell him how long he’d lain awake, contemplating a sick call, feeling completely sapped out of his will to try.
He still hadn’t told Baz that he would soon be hopelessly blind.
That all faded like the morning mist as he and the man had met after the morning class. These were the times when Baz’s presence was enough to remind Chiro that the future would not be as dreadful as it seemed and that life would find a way to help him get by. But then there were others where it just didn’t work that way either.
Sadly, this turned out to be one of them, the discouragement shaped as Baz scrolling furiously down his phone, his lunch half-eaten and then ignored completely.
Chiro gestured to it. “Are you going to finish that?”
Baz first turned to him with a slightly surprised look, and then followed his inquiry to the path of his food and scowled. “Of course I am,” he said and pointedly picked up his chopsticks for a demonstration. “You’ve used up your free lunch stub, try again on Friday.”
Chiro beamed. “So our friendship does come with a price,” he said—and instantly regretted it. Baz didn’t appear to have noticed but he knew better than to depend completely on the man’s appearances. He had a tendency to remember so much more than Chiro thought, even leaving him reminders in his voice inbox, in a sad bid to be as annoying as Chiro was with his wake up and bedtime calls.
His face fell. He looked slightly embarrassed. Maybe this was just one of those things that could not be fixed by humor. Thankfully, the measure of his friendship did not solely rely on his capability to make jokes.
He put down his spoon and asked carefully, “How bad is it?”
“Not so bad,” Baz said quickly, shaking his head before there was any cause for Chiro to worry. He squared his shoulders. “This time it’s not so bad. It’s not as bad as the first.”
They spoke in vagueness, but it was clear in their minds what they were speaking of: Baz’s latest headline. Another brush with the triad. They’d never spoken of it explicitly since the first time it came up but it was always there,hovering in the sidelines, a tender punchline in a joke. Chiro was always careful, but sometimes it couldn’t be helped.
Like now. “So they aren’t asking for your head yet?” he jested familiarly. Baz gave him a small smile, which was more than he could hope for. In truth, he never actually knew much about the real situation, more than what he’d Googled at first. He only assumed that maybe there was a debt, some unfinished business and these headlines served as a constant reminder for Baz that he hadn’t quite escaped his fate yet.
It was easy to conceive these ideas so nonchalantly, but when Chiro began to think seriously about them, he had to worry.
“It’s a press nightmare. That’s all it is,” Baz said dismissively. He put down his phone and turned it over, face down. “It’s a headache that I’m sick of.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Do? Nothing. You just,” Baz waved a fly over his head, “you just wait for them to forget about it.”
“That’s it?” Chiro frowned. “So you’ll just let it keep coming back to you like a nightmare. Like flu.” He couldn’t imagine it.
“I say anything about it, it’s only going to blow up in my face.” Baz raised a brow. “The only time this is going to end is if I die.”
“Baz.”
Baz blinked and furrowed his brows, a little perplexed at Chiro’s tense response.
In all aspects, it was probably an overreaction. One didn’t need to be as old as he to know how the public worked, how the media liked to play them. How much worth these stories had, how much people loved this stuff—a good Samaritan with a shady past. He couldn’t bare the thought of a dim future without his friend, though. No Baz to watch his class, no Baz to talk with over lunch and coffee. He was already losing his eyes, he didn’t want to lose more than that. But because of that, what Baz had said to him had surpassed the boundaries of common sense. It was tempting fate now.
He didn’t want to explain all that, of course, and it was inappropriate besides. Baz was an adult, he could look after himself without someone hawking behind his back. He had no excuses for how he felt either.
He stood up just then, a little abruptly. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.”
“Hey, careful, you nearly hit someone there.”
He couldn’t tell if Baz was joking about that or not. He couldn’t see to be sure. He smiled for what it’s worth and turned, walking fast.
He didn’t see the young lady coming swiftly from his side. Didn’t see the tray of tea, milk tea and soft drinks she was carrying until he felt cold water splashing down his side. His elbow rang when it hit the tray. The chorus of plastic glasses falling to the floor felt like a siren in his head.
He froze, looking at the gaping woman, aghast. He didn’t see her coming. He hadn’t seen her coming. His drenched shirt and jeans felt cold against his skin.
It’s happened. He’d caused an accident.
“Uh…uncle, I’m sorry!”
“I’m sorry,” Chiro hurried to correct her, reaching for the tray of debris she still carried uncertainly. The restaurant felt too quiet for him. She looked like a high school student, intimidated perhaps by his age. The poor thing, it wasn’t her fault. “Are you okay?”
All his efforts to set her at ease were dashed when a chair groaned and whined against the floor and cutlery jumped, like someone had banged their legs too hard on the underside of the table, racing to stand. Chiro looked warily at Baz on his feet, stunned and staring.
Of course, Baz had seen it all.
“There’s no need for you to drive me home, I can take the train.”
“You’re crazy if you think you can ride the MTR looking like that. Get in, I’m not going anywhere without you.”
That was how Chiro found himself riding beside his friend, strapped in in spite of his protests (“I’ve got tea all over me, I’m only going to ruin your seat.” “Do you know how to put on a seat belt or do I have to do it myself?”), cruising down roads as if there was a hospital emergency. He felt severely conscious in his wet shirt and pants and somehow, that convinced him that it was much better to watch the city zip past and ignore his gracious driver. Baz didn’t listen to music. His car smelt vaguely of a floral incense and hummed quietly.
A pendant of a bird with wings that met at the tips, forming a full circle, dangled from his rear-view mirror.
“Make yourself at home. I’ll just change quickly.”
Chiro felt like he was moving in a way that would get him away from his sudden guest as fast as he could. He’d left the door open and the keys in the knob so that Baz had to be the one to close it after him and find his way around the plain apartment room. There was not much to see in it anymore: his kitchen utensils were neatly laid out on the kitchenette’s counter with a striking absence of knives because he didn’t want to hurt himself—and that was all of them. His dining set, round though his table was, had been pushed off to a corner where he would not bang himself against it. As for the living room, all its shelves had already been hollowed out, its contents moved to open boxes beside the couch and the TV set, all pushed up to the wall, leaving a clean space smack dab in the middle.
“So when did you decide to move?” Baz asked conversationally while Chiro was inside his bedroom, changing clothes in a hurry. Mobius was there, crouching under his bed, ears alert, hiding from the rare visitor. He grinned at the poor cat and pressed a finger to his lips. And then he heard the shift of boxes and the clack of plastic frames. In a panic, he stumbled out, neglecting to put on his slippers.
“Just redecorating,” he spat out. He found Baz sitting on his couch, rummaging through his stuff. Two photo frames had been set aside next to him while another one was pinned in one hand. He couldn’t see it clearly anymore but he knew it was one of the shots he’d taken of Petra, so many years back.
His guest straightened up, inspecting another picture. “You took these?”
“Most of them,” Chiro admitted, padding quietly in his socks to sit near his friend. Baz bent to pick another frame from the depths of the box between his feet. He saw they were both of Uluru.
“They look great,” Baz said, sitting back. “You should put them where the morning sun hits first.”
Chiro shrugged. “Too bad I don’t have many windows.” A heartbeat later, he confessed quietly, “Actually, I’m packing them away.”
Baz put down the pictures. He turned to Chiro with his brows curled again. “How come?” he asked. “These are good pictures,” he said again, even showing him one to prove his point.
Chiro smiled, all teeth. “If you want them so much, keep them. I don’t mind.” It was a sudden decision but a surprisingly easy one. He really didn’t mind. It was a better prospect than leaving them in a locker storage and forgetting all about them. Maybe forever. Besides, what would Baz do with them, sell them to scammers?
Baz considered his offer. Bending a little, he sorted through the many framed memories stacked neatly in the box. “You’re sure?”
“Absolutely.”
He straightened up again and looked at Uluru, then Petra.
“Well then,” showing both pictures to their photographer, Baz said, “Don’t mind if I do.”
Baz picked five, then a dozen.
He went home that day with boxes full of photographs and books.
That night, Chiro explored his barren apartment with his cat weaving around his legs, feeling its emptiness. Not for the first and the last time, he observed that this was going to be his future. Hollow. Nothing to see.
“Well, Mobius, this is it,” he told the cat quietly, running his big toe down his spine. “Our future. Just you and me and an empty house.”
The next evening, Baz called.
“Are you busy?” he asked, voice rough.
That put Chiro on his toes in an instant, the hairs at the back of his neck rising. In the silence of his living room, Baz may as well have echoed. “I’m not,” he answered instantly. He was studying braille, one of those DIY kits he found on a bargain. “Baz, what’s wrong?”
“Can you come out? Can we go out?”
“Can you come and pick me up?”
He could. Ten minutes. Chiro started to get dressed.
He could not explain the relief that washed over him when he saw his friend again behind the steering wheel. Maybe he looked different. Hollow-eyed, pale-faced but in the dark and with his eyes, Chiro couldn’t see properly. And he refused to let his imaginations take control of him, not when hysteria would only be the likely cause so he decided to take faith, and believe only what he saw: Baz looked fine. And that was that.
“You hungry? Thirsty?”
“I’m fine.”
Baz didn’t argue.
They drove in silence, weaving in and out of major traffic, no aim in sight except to drive and keep driving. Eventually, Baz pulled up at Nathan Road. They got off and started to walk.
Still no end in sight. Overhead, the giant neon lights blazed in the darkness and Jordan Road’s weekend crowd swallowed them whole. Chiro began to panic. He hadn’t been out here this late since his last visit with the doctor. His eyes couldn’t adjust, he couldn’t cope.
When he started to lose Baz, he called him, half-frightened. Baz stopped and waited for him to catch up, then walked on.
They went up and down sidewalks, narrow streets, crossing with the masses and then peeling away. Chiro watched his friend walking next to him when he could, saw his chin raised and his shoulders squared, his hands tucked in his camel coat as if he hadn’t just ordered an impromptu excursion for his own sanity. Baz tried to match his pace but whatever was driving him around the city late in the evening, it often propelled him forward and left Chiro lagging. He would call his name again and Baz would stop and wait. Then they would walk again.
They must have been at it for an hour. Just walking, looking, listening. Baz didn’t speak and neither did Chiro. He knew the man had always been the quiet sort, he observed that he preferred to listen when there was no need to talk.
He made a decision to wait for his cue. Then he would talk.
They stopped by a McDonald’s for a hamburger break then proceeded to walk again. Not long after, Baz stopped to brace his weight against a sidewalk barrier, bending low to get comfortable. Chiro imitated him. It was by no means an empty road. Pedestrians and vehicles passed them front and back, splashed with lights. But they were left alone—and that was good enough.
“You know, I should have apologized for yesterday,” Baz began all of a sudden, scanning the moving traffic. “You wouldn’t have reacted that way if it hadn’t been for what I’d said.”
At any other time, Chiro might have made a quip. This time, he understood that Baz wasn’t looking for a conversation. He needed a companion, an ear to listen to him. He needed to talk, without anyone stopping him.
“It’s not that I don’t care about the headline, I do want to do something about it.” Baz turned to face him. “But I can’t. It’s not just the media, you see. Even if I escape them, I’ll never be able to escape the triad. They won’t let me.”
So was he right all along? Baz had a debt?
Baz shifted closer to him. “You know I grew up in a poor family. We lived in a caged home once.” His voice was low. “And when I was young, all I could think about was getting rich. So that my parents and I don’t have to keep starving and we don’t have to keep moving because we kept being sent away. Because we couldn’t pay, because we had no money.”
Chiro never realized that Baz had started that way. He’d only assumed that the man had the means right from the start.
“And now. Finally, I’m here. But I can’t stop,” he hissed, muttered. “I can’t stop. And it isn’t because I’ve become a prisoner of my own vocation, it’s not that.” Baz shook his head. “But it’s like something’s missing. See, when I was starting out, I thought that when I’ve brought us out of poverty, my life will be complete. But it wasn’t enough. So I looked for others. I looked for the poor, the hungry, the sick, the homeless…the ones like me and my parents…”
It was like the admission of his secret had drained him. He hid his eyes behind his hand, and it carried the weight of his burden, his weariness. “Not enough,” Baz sighed. “Still not enough. It’s almost like,” he crossed his arms on the barrier and looked out to the rolling cars, “I’m looking for one thing, or one person. One kind of thing or person. It’s like a debt I owe that hurts me because I don’t know how to pay it. And all this,” he waved his hand around, “is just meaningless exercise. A preparation gone too long. A distraction, a sorry excuse to convince myself I’m doing something.”
But he shook his head, and like a dagger, he jabbed himself in the middle of his chest with his fingers. “Still hollow. And I don’t even know if that person, that thing exists. I don’t know what I’m looking for, Chiro,” he turned to face his friend again. “But I can’t stop. That’s why I can’t stop.”
He’d never heard Baz sound so lost. Desperate. He couldn’t say he knew what it felt like, to be looking for something you don’t even know, but he could sympathize that it was difficult. Frustrating. He wondered if that would be his life once his eyes had gone. At least he and Baz could be in the same boat, then. And Baz would no longer have to be alone, even if he couldn’t fill the gap.
“So the triad…” Chiro began slowly. This was the first time he was going to speak of it again in the entire history of their relationship. “Did you…”
“I needed money to start out,” Baz answered. “Bad decisions made on bad days. I’d found a loan shark. It was tough but I managed to pay everything plus the interest a few years later. Now they’re just harassing me, because they know I won’t fight back. I’d let them bully me all this time but all I can think about is surviving and keeping my skin attached to my back so I pulled through. All for that one person I’m looking for. That one thing.”
How was it like to make all these sacrifices for someone, something that didn’t exist outside of your gut? Were they even real? It was an amazing show of faith, to have lived all his life for a purpose that felt so temporary, but it was also desperate.
And if he never found them? If their non-existence was proven, what would happen? He didn’t want to see Baz come crashing down, burning like a falling star. He wouldn’t be able to live through that, and it would break Chiro, too. He didn’t realize how much he’d come to rely on Baz’s constance to see him through his own challenges. He had to keep him strong, he wanted him to be strong for himself.
Could he be that person he was looking for? It was a funny thought but not unreasonable. If that person didn’t exist, they could create it for Baz. It could be him.
How to put it? Bolstered by this, he reached slowly for Baz’s closest hand. He wanted to hold it, to tell him that his search was over. It was him. It could be him.
Could be. And if it wasn’t him? If that person, that thing existed somewhere in the galaxy, could he truly replace them? He wouldn’t have the heart. Didn’t.
He would help him look—for Baz’s sake as much as his own. He pulled back at the last minute and laid his hand onto his friend’s shoulder. A safe gesture. Baz didn’t look but he responded with his own hand and gripped him firmly. His hand was warm.
They returned to silent companionship.
“Ah, I remember where I parked it! This way, I know a shortcut.”
The silence this time was full, but not heavy. The city had thinned out and many of the lights that used to glow had now been doused. Chiro felt relieved. He could follow Baz more easily now.
Even being a pace or two behind him, he didn’t worry. The man constantly called to him to walk this way, turn there, and he followed obediently. Easily. He was a tourist in his own city again, hands deep within his gray cardigan. “I’ll be right behind you,” he assured him, smiling.
And then he wasn’t. He’d turned once, and met an endless, empty road ahead of him with no Baz in sight.
Panic felt like a cold bucket of water running down his spine, his chest and his belly, as he stared out at the darkness of an unfamiliar street, with unfamiliar cars and unfamiliar signs. “Baz?” he called out but no one came hurrying to pick him up and lead him right.
He looked back the way he came, took the corner, but couldn’t recognize the lighted road he came upon. He turned to the opposite way but could only make out the dark shapes of late night strangers.
He’d turned the wrong way. That was the only possibility. Years of practicing Tai Chi had helped him recover the rhythm of his breath and he started to think properly. No matter. This was his city. He couldn’t be lost in it.
He turned again to the dark street and started walking to the next corner. The sound of traffic growled past at the other end and that encouraged him. He moved carefully, keeping his eyes down to his feet, watching his steps. He wished he had a stick to help him scan the ground before he had to put his foot forward.
And then he didn’t. A bright yellow light splashed across the asphalt and he could see better. He sighed in relief—and then it became too much. He shut his eyes, but the blare of a horn forced him to look.
He whirled to see the speeding headlights. They flashed and blinded. He twisted away, raising his hands to protect himself. The car screeched.
And then it hit him. It crashed to his side and he flew. The splash of gravel, the smell of burning air. He tasted it in his mouth, and his blood. He heard shouting, screaming. Voices fading…
When he came to, Baz was shaking him and calling his name. He started with a gasp and lashed out a hand to grab his sleeve. Chiro stared up at him with wild eyes.
“Are you okay?” Baz repeated, hoarse. “Chiro, are you okay?!”
The night was dark and quiet. The air smelled of the brisk weather, sharp and clean. He flicked his tongue across his lips and tasted nothing. He could move in spite of the bulk draped over him.
“You almost got run over by a car,” Baz sighed heavily. He heard the weariness, the weight in his breath. And the tears. “Chiro, are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” he croaked, raising a hand to wipe Baz’s cheek dry. He noticed then that the man was lifting him off the cold ground, and it was his mass that was laid on top of him. He felt warm in the embrace. “I’m okay,” he reassured him.
Baz smiled, almost to the point of laughing, and he grinned back.
Baz had saved him. He’d jumped out of the corner from the back and shoved him down while the car skidded off and missed. Chiro had fainted for a few minutes.
He’d come so close to death because of his eyes. For one critical second, his life had been completely in the hands of Baz. If he’d been just one second slower, if he hadn’t been there at the right time…
As soon as the numbness and the initial shock had worn off, he started to shiver uncontrollably. In his mind’s eye, lights flashed like the torture of a nightmare even as he stared at his feet, at the dark. He hadn’t even noticed it when Baz draped his coat over his shoulders and led him to the car by the hand, speaking softly and always calling him by his name.
His voice. That was his tether. His only anchor to the present.
They drove smoothly down empty roads, the world a quiet place. Chiro spaced out, staring out the window but the passing street lamps, waxing and waning when they came, tormented him. He jumped at every flash of the lighted sentinels, until it became too much he had to close his eyes. In the darkness, he wished them all away.
Baz held him, and he poured all his senses to that comforting wrap of his hand. I’m here, he heard his voice say in his mind. I’m here.
“Keep the lights out,” he said. “I don’t want them.”
He left Baz to shut the door behind them while he dragged himself to the couch like a zombie, counting his steps just as he always had with his eyes closed. He sat down, moving slowly; his entire body felt bruised all over from having been thrown off and landing roughly.
“Do you want some water?” Baz asked from the kitchenette. “Tea?”
Chiro shook his head. He didn’t sound it out. He stared out at the shadows, at the vague shape of his TV set, his empty shelves, the boxes between them. He stared at the phantoms of his photo frames where they’d used to surround him. His old life.
He felt the couch sinking carefully beside him, felt Baz’s body heat. He turned over his hand expectantly between them and it was taken and held. He wrapped his fingers around the other man’s in return. Grateful.
“Do you have to go? Can you stay the night?” he asked, seeing nothing. “The truth is that I’m slowly going blind. And I don’t trust myself to be alone tonight.”
Now it was his turn to speak without want of a response.
“The doctor gave me six months. Now it’s just three. Or two. Or less,” he rambled on. “If I hadn’t been half-blind, I would have seen the car coming, I would have known where you’d turned. But this is my life now.” He closed his eyes. “There might come a time when I won’t be so lucky anymore.”
He didn’t remember how he made it to bed. Baz must have helped him. He’d fallen asleep in last night’s clothes.
He heard the sound of plastic rustling before he woke up. Mobius made a meow from the kitchen, and a man answered him, “These aren’t for you. Are you even allowed leftovers?”
“Baz?” Chiro asked, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t help but notice how little he saw of it now.
“I’m in the kitchen,” Baz called back. “Your cat is here, being a bother. Hey no, not yours.” Mobius issued a meow of complaint.
Chiro’s face split open with a toothy smile.
“Stay where you are. I’ll come and get you. No, Cat! Get…!”
He tracked Baz’s progress by the sound of paper boxes hitting the table, bowls and other cutlery, Mobius mewling and once, his panicked yelp and his cat’s victorious cry. Chiro laughed.
Baz arrived after five minutes, inviting him up with a, “Come,” and two hands out. “Careful,” he reminded him.
“I’m only half-blind, Baz. I can still see,” Chiro replied but the man’s concern touched him, and he couldn’t keep himself from smiling as he took his hands and let the man pull him up.
He’d bought dim sum for breakfast, from the Wellcome mart nearby. Baz was also still dressed in last night’s clothes but somehow, Chiro thought he looked much fresher than he had any right to be, after putting his neck in the line for someone else’s.
“I thought about making breakfast but then I noticed one thing,” Baz began as soon as they’d sat down and started to eat.
Chiro ate with pleasure, and in silence, waiting for the observation.
“You don’t have any knives.”
“What’s a blind man need knives for?” he asked cheerfully.
“To cut things with! Or you could use it against burglars.”
“I have a cat for that.”
“Your cat will be turned to char siu bao before he can bite them,” Baz groaned, shaking his head. “I’ve got a better idea. Come live with me.”
Down went the siumai that was once nestled comfortably between Chiro’s chopsticks, tumbling down the table, rolling down his pants, down to his foot where Mobius was ready to pounce on it. He ran away with his treasure. Neither man knew if cats were allowed to eat siumai but neither of them could be bothered to check just now.
“Say what again?” he pursued, cautiously.
“Move in with me,” Baz said, and he looked serious. Straight in his eyes. “I’ve thought about it.” And he started ticking off his reasons with his fingers, “You’re almost blind, you live alone, and you don’t even have knives.” He leaned back against his seat, crossing his arms. “I have a chef that comes in every day and I hire an agency to keep my house clean.”
“Where do you live, Macau? In a casino?” Chiro stared at him. “Or is that your house in Disneyland? Is that where you keep all your mistresses?” It was a subtle jab on his now-confirmed gang connections.
Baz raised a brow. “I live in Ocean Park,” he said nonchalantly.
Chiro’s laughter burst out in a painful spurt through his nose before it opened up to a full-blown glee. He fell back to his own chair, curling at the pain on his side from where he’d landed last night, but damn if he stopped laughing just for that. “No shit?” he gasped after, sighing, in tears.
“No shit. Dolphins keep the burglars away from my house.”
Chiro laughed again but by now, he was too sapped from the first quip to keep it going for long. So then he sat like a melted puddle, catching his breath with blissful sighs. “Ah, it feels good to laugh, doesn’t it?” He chuckled. He turned his head ever so slightly to his friend who began to eat again. “Why should I live with you?”
“Are you deaf? I thought you were just blind.” Baz slurped in a mouthful of golden jellyfish.
“No, why should I live with you?” Chiro straightened up, looking closely at his chewing friend. “Why invite me? You don’t have to do this.” He didn’t have to.
But Baz did. And he thought there was a sadness in his eyes, a pensive look about him, when he’d put down his bowl and chopsticks to mull the question. “Because,” he began, “what happened last night,” he looked at Chiro, “was the scariest thing that ever happened in my life. And I don’t want it to happen again, not if I can help it. You can’t imagine…what I was thinking. When you wouldn’t answer me.”
He remembered the tears in his voice, his damp cheek. He remembered his warm hand and his comforting weight. I’m here, he’d said. I’m here.
“Come live with me,” Baz repeated softly. “Please,” he added.
It was not a terrible proposal. In fact, there was nothing bad in it at all. He would have someone to keep an eye on him, he would have company other than his cat. He would have dolphins instead of empty walls, warm, home-cooked meals instead of store-bought ones he’d have to heat in the microwave.
He would have Baz.
It was not a terrible idea at all.
“Fine,” Chiro said, nodding. “I’ll come live with you.” Joy mixed with relief in Baz’s face. “But on three conditions.”
“What is this now?” Baz spat all of a sudden, brows frowning.
Chiro began to list them, fingers out, “One, you’ll help me find a place to donate, or sell, all my stuff to. Two, my cat comes with us.”
“Well, fine, I can live with that.”
“Three,” and here, Chiro smiled slyly, “you’ll have to beat me.”
Baz’s brow scaled the tallest building in Hong Kong. “Beat you where now?”
“Tekken?!”
“Come on! When was the last time you relived your childhood?” Chiro laughed, giddy as a boy. It had been ages since the epic opening music had spilled out of his TV set as a cast of fighters enjoyed rapid fire screen times in successive location changes. He sat on the floor next to his friend, legs crossed and back comfortably slouched. “I stopped playing after my eyes started getting bad because I thought it would help. This is the first time I’d brought this thing out of the box since. Have you ever played?”
“A little but as a child, I never had my own,” Baz shared, watching the graphics move. “By the time I could afford it, I wasn’t all that interested anymore. So what’s the catch?”
“Don’t worry, it’s simple.” Chiro grinned. “Best of five. Beat me three times and you get to take me home.”
“I didn’t mean to put it that way.”
“You’d do it anyway, wouldn’t you?” Chiro asked, winking.
Baz smirked. Facing the TV set, he said, “All right. Let’s do this!”
Baz’s mansion in Deep Water Bay was much larger than Chiro had ever managed to imagine. Cream walls, modern furnishing, a play on white and gray and polished wooden surfaces. The living room alone had as much surface area as his whole flat, overlooking a pool with a small garden and a pavilion, such that he’d only ever seen in movies.
“Where are the dolphins?” he asked.
“Off duty.” Baz grunted as the last of his belongings met the floor. “They’ll come in tomorrow.”
No servants, no one fussing over them. Chiro understood that this was how Baz liked it. To have the house all to his own, filled only with his thoughts.
Well, he belonged to it now.
“So what do you think, hm?” he asked his cat exploring the area of the fluffy carpet under the squat glass table. “It’s not so bad for your new playground, is it?” The door shut with an echo.
He heard Baz coming in and whirled to meet him. “So?” the man grunted, stretching his back. Chiro’s things had fit in four luggages and he’d been the one to carry them all in by his insistence. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
Chiro coughed out a laugh. “Do I have a choice?” He started back towards his new housemate from the living room, to the rhythm of his walking stick tapping against the floor. It was a gift from Baz, a simple thing made out of burnt oak that Baz thought he ought to get used to while he could still see. “You ask me as if this is a gift to me and I’m your new wife.”
“Well, do you like it or not, anyway?” Baz shrugged. “If you don’t like it, you can go and join the other mistresses in Disneyland.”
“Other mistresses?” He grinned. Looking up to the high ceiling, he asked, “So I’m to be the only mistress here?”
“You’re the first, at least, if that bothers you so much.” Then Baz snorted. “Why are we even talking about my houses like this?”
“So you do have other houses!” Chiro cackled triumphantly, now standing close to his friend and his circle of luggages. “Maybe I’ll ask for a tour,” he said, bending low to reach for one of his luggages, “just to show off that I’m your newest favorite.”
“Are you making me regret my decision?”
“Depends if you would abide by my most important rule of all.”
Baz popped another brow.
Chiro took that as his cue. “If I’m going to be one of your mistresses,” he stood up with the luggage, bringing his face close to the owl-eyed master of the house. “I want to be the mistress,” he warned him softly.
Then broke out in a manic grin. He couldn’t help it! He didn’t remember how long it had been since he was playful, and it felt so good to be it now. To throw caution in the air, after years and months of being nothing but cautious because of his eyes. Baz looked flustered which only made him want to laugh but he moved on. Quickly. “Show me to my room.”
Baz had waited until he’d taken one step up the black stylish, twisting stairwell at the side before he said, “No, I’ll show you something else.” Chiro turned in time to see him waving him over as he moved deeper into the house. “Come on, I’ll show you to the Red Room.”
“The Red Room?” Chiro laughed. “You mean like in 50 Shades? If you’re that kind of person, you better give me a warning so I can start running.” He followed him anyway, leaving his luggage at the foot of the stairs.
“As if you’d get far,” Baz snorted, turning to him over his shoulder. “You watched that?”
“I was dating someone and she was a fan. It didn’t work out between us.”
“Hard to see why,” Baz commented blandly. “Here.”
Here was a door that stood out among its counterparts for being painted red, a tasteful burgundy shade unlike the one in Chiro’s tacky imagination. But he still snorted painfully, biting down his grin while Baz produced the key to the unlock the room.
He opened the door and held it for his permanent guest. “After you.”
“If you grab me from the back, I will cane you,” Chiro warned him, waving his walking stick at Baz’s dead-eyed expression even as he accepted the invitation. He didn’t know what he expected coming in, but it was definitely not cream walls, sunlight and an open-backed settee in the middle that was black. Not red.
He saw the picture frames all around him last. And there, he stopped in recognition. Of Petra. Wadi Rum. Uluru. Giza.
And others he’d only dreamed of visiting in the past. The Atacama Desert, Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, the Namib Desert. There were so many of them, so much sun and sand and rocks that put together, they could almost paint the walls red.
“Baz…” It was all he could say, too stunned for something cleverer as he looked around the private gallery. It was like his old flat, but so much more. Here and there, he saw pictures of a younger Baz, standing before great monuments of nature. And here and there, he saw pictures of him. The ones he’d taken during his days of traveling, surrounded himself with and eventually packed up in boxes. And later gave away to his friend with no hopes of ever seeing them again. “You…”
“I told you, they were great pictures.” Baz finally came in, hands behind his back. “Shame to throw them all away just because you won’t be able to see them soon. This one’s my favorite.” He walked over to one side of the room, finger out to point. It landed on a picture of Chiro during a sunset in Wadi Rum. In that magical hour, the golden orb had fit in nicely between his fingers.
Chiro guffawed, doubling over. “Do you know how many takes it took to get that shot?” He was beaming now. “Twelve tries! I remember it clearly. I was very insistent on it.”
“It turned out great,” Baz repeated, arms crossed. “I’m glad I saved it from you.”
“Me, too.” His honesty surprised him. There was so much more to see, so much stories to be found within the confines of cheap frames. So many of them he wanted to ask Baz right then and there.
Most of them, he found at the back of the room. Temple-like structures built atop mountains, surrounded by refreshing green space. “Tibetan monasteries,” Baz answered his unspoken question, approaching from the back. “I went on a world tour once.” He pointed at some of them. “Lhasa. Bhutan. Burma.”
“Did you find enlightenment?” Chiro asked casually, peering closely at the last one. When Baz didn’t answer, he looked over his shoulder, and found the sad smile dancing on his face. He knew then what he’d been looking for.
“You’ve been to so many places,” he observed instead, looking at others. He found another one of Baz in Uluru and just next to it, himself in the same place with a similar look about him.
Just then, it occurred to him. Touching his picture, he realized now what this red room was trying to tell him. “Baz,” Chiro began softly. “We could have met. We could have met much sooner.”
“I thought about that, too,” he said.
It was sad. They could have met much sooner but instead, they’d spent all that time as strangers. How many years had passed before they met in the hospital?
Perhaps a different person might have mourned this missed opportunity. All that lost time where they could have been together—but Chiro saw something else. Turning back to Baz, he flashed him a happy smile. “We really are birds of a feather!” he said. It was practically the best discovery he’d made that day. Smiling back, Baz nodded.
Shortly after he’d moved in, he left his job. In the past, he didn’t think it would have been an easy decision to make but he had someone to watch his back now. So there was no reason to hesitate about it anymore.
Since then, he felt like he was in a permanent vacation of sorts. Living with a rich man left him with no chores to do and all the time in the world for whatever he wanted. His first few days had been spent feeling the house, lazing around, sitting in the Red Room, playing with his cat or napping like one until Baz came home from whatever businesses needed his attention and he had someone to chat with. He learned then that his other houses were another source of income, rented out to films and Airbnb, to families at a low cost, and not to wives as they had earlier joked about.
Little by little, his days regained some form of structure. He picked up his braille again, he started to swim. He followed his old work schedule to keep up with his Tai Chi which made it easy for Baz to catch him as he used to. Sometimes, they walked around the neighborhood as they chatted.
Days passed in a blur. Chiro saw even less. He did whatever he could do with them to make up for the time that would be lost in the future. He asked Baz to take him sightseeing, he watched movies and games and other shows when he could. He read the papers, books and copied down the quotes that he liked by hand. Sometimes he cooked. Most nights, he stayed up late, watching replays TV.
“Don’t sit too close, you’ll ruin your eyes.”
Chiro grinned at Baz’s gentle warning but stayed at the foot his queen-sized bed. “Tried that. Didn’t work.” If he moved any further, that colorful curry dish bubbling on screen might look like an entirely different thing altogether, no matter if the TV was 32-inches or whatever the actual size was. Baz was watching him watch from his door, leaning comfortably against the frame.
He didn’t stop the man when he moved in and turned off the TV. “That’s boring,” Baz said and lent his hands to the smiling man. “Get dressed. Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” Chiro asked, laying his hands on Baz’s open palms.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Everywhere,” he said. “You lead. I’ll follow.”
It was a much too different night time excursion than the first one when Baz laid out his heart and Chiro almost died. This time, they parked the car near Central Station where it was easy to lose themselves in the crowd and the bright lights. They talked about nothing in particular and everything they could think about. They dropped by a grocery store because Baz remembered he needed shampoo and came away with a bag of chips they passed between themselves as they walked. Later on, they washed it down with coffee from some b-grade cafe, then Chiro bought an eggette because the store smelt very good. And because he could.
He felt so free, then. Free from caution, free from worries, free from dark thoughts. He went wherever he wanted to go and Baz followed, without exception or a question asked. He felt no fear.
They stopped at the Central Elevated Walkway near the IFC Mall, the last stop for the night before they went home. Chiro was tired, but he wanted one last souvenir to remember the trip by.
He braced his weight against the barrier and peered out towards the lights across the bay, a chilly wind blowing softly. Victoria Harbour looked radiant as it always did with a million tiny stars drawing the shape of its proud skyscrapers and the ferries coming in and out of port. It sparkled unapologetically among its neighbors.
“I’m gonna miss this place,” Chiro sighed, trying to take in the expanse, drink it all in. “This could be my last memory of Victoria Harbour. Can you believe that?”
Baz didn’t answer him. He stood a little apart from the near-blind man but this, to take in a different sight, a different souvenir. One that came in the form of a man in a black leather jacket, leaning towards the bay with bliss in his mind. He had the ghost of a smile playing in his lips, a man truly at peace with himself.
“Hey Chiro,” Baz called to him. “Look here.”
Chiro turned towards his friend and flashed him a happy smile. He defined contentment at that hour.
Baz started towards him, sure as a man can be. Chiro straightened up, but only so he could take the man’s face and guide him towards his waiting lips. They met in a flurry of warmth and relief. Soft. Sweet. A distinct knowledge that all was as it should be. The blissful surrender of one’s defenses, finally. Baz’s mouth tasted like victory after a long race. Heady like wine, but as slaking as cool water. He could never get enough of it.
That night, a man made love to him for the first time in his whole life. It couldn’t be more perfect than anything he could dream of.
He saw clearly, in a way that could only come from the morning glow of sex.
From Baz’s bedroom window, Deep Water Bay was spread out all around him, asleep. Quiet. Lazy, basking in the early sun. It had a sort of delicate, untouchable quality to it, the temporary paradise of a world unmarred by realistic expectations. It was picturesque. The breeze bit lightly on his bare flesh covered in last night’s sweat and passion. At once, he felt both sore and powerful.
He heard the bed stir, he listened to the sheets ruffle. Baz padded quietly to join him in his observation. “It’s beautiful,” he said, as the man wrapped his arms around him from the back and pressed a kiss first on his cheek, and then the crook of his neck. He felt his soft belly pushing behind him. Chiro never thought he could have such a desire for it, coming awake so soon after the contact. He felt those fingers tracing the muscles along his abdomen. He wanted Baz to kiss them again, the way he did on his way down between his legs.
“I’m so glad I met you,” he went on. His hands hung onto Baz’s wrists while those wanting lips tasted his shoulder, his hair, the back of his neck. “Now I’ve got access to this sight through your window.”
“Just for that?” Baz asked, even as he reached down to test his girth.
“Purely just for that,” he groaned, even as he melted against the man’s shoulders, sighing happily as he was stroked. Baz was a few inches taller than himself. Somehow, even that minuscule detail meant the world to him. He turned to face him and parted his lips, asking for a kiss.
Baz gave it to him, tender and patient, but so full. The great thing about their age, he realized then, was that they’d gone past the stage of proving their devotion for each other. Of being impatient, desperate. Pretending just to overcompensate. Stripped of so much drama, all it left them was the joy of love, and each other.
They parted after a long meeting. Chiro rested his forehead against his lover’s, nose to nose with the only man, the only person in this world he had ever come to want and need. “Tell me you’re staying,” he whispered, begging him.
His eyes closed, Baz shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere,” he purred.
“Good,” Chiro said, looking up to him so closely and grinning. “Me neither.”
Baz had such an appetite for sex, which was not what he knew of the man whose wife divorced him—contrary to what the papers reported—for being unable to perform his duties as a husband. But what surprised him more was how much he craved the same affection, how a single touch might drive him wild if there was ever a chance it could lead to there. He’d never been so sex-crazed in his previous relationships. He’d lain with his girlfriends when they’d asked it of him, but he never left the door to the shower room open just so he could pull them in. He couldn’t say that it was uncontrollable lust, though. It felt more like two men trying to make up for lost time.
They learned about each other more deeply between sheets and each other’s legs. Baz liked it when he cried his name and when he told him where he wanted to be touched, where he wanted to be kissed. He liked it when Baz pinned him down with his weight, when Baz subdued him but he was always so careful. So gentle. It intoxicated him, the goodness of this man. He often felt like a child nagging for attention, and he never felt guilty when it came packaged in small kisses and sweet caresses. He liked to play games with Baz—his honest, genuinely good Baz.
His eyes stayed shut even as he heard Baz come into his room quietly, pretending to still be asleep just because he had nothing better to do that day than to be lazy. He was on his side, back to the visitor. Baz came close enough to brush his hair lightly with his fingers as he bent down to kiss his cheek and then his bare shoulder. And then he couldn’t take it anymore.
He had to wake up, he had to see Baz before he left. He turned, reaching for his wrist. He smiled drowsily when the man, already dressed in a respectable blazer, looked back and returned to his bedside with his own soft smile. “Have a good day in the office, honey,” he mumbled daintily. He waited for a kiss on the lips.
He got a kiss from a letter that smacked him on the nose. “What!” he laughed, rising slowly. “You just hit a blind man.”
“You’re not yet blind,” Baz grumbled, handing him the laminated envelope. “I just got back. Here, this is yours.”
“Is this my bill now?” Chiro sighed as he deposited his head on Baz’s lap, wriggling and kicking until he was comfortable with his new pillow. He opened the envelope and pulled out the thick folded letter and the brochure it came with. “If I sell my eyes to the black market, how much do you think they’ll fetch me?”
“Not much since they’re way past their warranty.”
“You’re horrible, Baz,” Chiro chuckled. He started to read the first page of the letter, which was an email coming from an airline that contained the departure and arrival times of two adults from Hong Kong to Salt Lake City. The details were found in the other pages: extra baggage spaces, miles, rewards, all the little things that Chiro no longer needed to think about. Their hotel accommodations were found in the brochure with a picture of the sandstone buttes of Monument Valley in the back. Another folded letter, a printed e-mail, was found inside, with their booking information among many others.
“Oh Baz,” he said, going back through all the pages scattered around him now. “We leave tomorrow afternoon.”
“So pack light,” Baz advised him, fingers raking Chiro’s hair idly. “Just enough for maybe a week. We’ll buy the other stuff there when we arrive. I didn’t know how long you wanted to stay so I only booked us one-way tickets.” He shrugged. “What’s important to me is that we see it together. This time. And that you see it before your eyes go.”
“You’re making me cry,” Chiro sighed. He tossed the letters aside where they wouldn’t bother him while he reached up to bring Baz down to kiss him. “It’s a shame we have to start packing. I would’ve wanted to show you how much this means to me.”
Baz silenced him with a chaste kiss. “Then we better get started now.”
It was just as he expected it—and so much more. The sandstone monuments were much bigger than anything the pictures online had prepared him for. And he stood atop one of these curious sentinels to gaze at all the others around him: mesas, pillars, cliffs, ravines. In the dying sunlight of the afternoon, through his ruined eyes, they resembled an ancient city, long gone and forgotten by time. He felt awestruck and grateful.
He felt like he’d been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it was here. And it was beautiful—like all the other places he’d been to. Jordan, Egypt, Australia.
“You’ve got dirt in your eye.”
“You don’t know how long I’ve been telling myself that!” Chiro laughed, taking the handkerchief from Baz to dry his eyes on. He sniffled, even as he smiled. “The last time I cried, I was in Wadi Rum. I told myself that I was excited. It was an achievement.”
“And now?”
And now, he didn’t know. But he was just glad he was there. Relieved. It felt right.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asked Baz, turning to face him, away from the valley. Sunlight spilled down the man in slanting beams, like they belonged to him. He loved him, Chiro realized that now more than ever. He loved him more than his life could comprehend.
“Kiss me?” he asked. Nothing better could seal this moment in his memories.
Baz approached him, holding him lightly at the back of his neck while he opened his lips and received him in fullness. In the days to come, that was what he would remember more: his warm skin, his tongue in his mouth, his breath, the smell of his skin. Maybe one day, he would forget what the monuments looked like. Maybe one day, Baz’s face will come to him only in a blur.
But he would always remember that kiss. That one moment where he felt like after a long search, he’d finally made it home.
They stayed out for as long as their private tour allowed them, taking pictures, mostly for Baz’s sake. After dinner, they returned to their cabin and made love. It was just one of those nights that went on forever, where every kiss, every touch would only be the first of so many. So many.
When Chiro woke up, he saw Baz clearly. Like a miracle. He was young, so much younger than he’d ever seen him. His skin was darker, and he looked strong. Fit. A young man at his prime.
They laid under a canvas of sorts that filtered out the morning sun. He could smell incense and fresh wood. Baz was asleep. He called him by a different name, slightly different from the one he knew.
When he wouldn’t stir, he scuttled closer and pulled down the warm blanket that shrouded their nakedness. He traced the soft lines his muscles had drawn on his chest, his flat belly. He knew all those muscles by their names and could recite them in his sleep. He brushed the dark mat of hair between his legs, and then he cupped him. His fingers folded delicately around the shape of his manhood and began to stroke. He knew a million ways to get a man going by one touch alone.
But he didn’t have to try so many. He felt the man stir within his hand.
He saw those beautiful dark eyes open for him. With a wicked glint, Baz smiled at him.
When he woke up, he saw nothing.
He blinked once. Twice. He rubbed his eyes and raised his hand where he could see it, but saw nothing. And then he knew. He knew.
Panic came in right on cue, but it was feeble and weak. It set his heart racing, rousing him completely from sleep but he closed his eyes, and breathed. This was a long time coming. He should be prepared for this. He was prepared for this.
His hand searched his side for another. “Baz?” he asked, staring upwards. “Baz, where are you?” He felt the bed jump all of a sudden. “Baz—”
“I’m here!” That baritone he loved to listen to, if only it said more. “I’m here.” His warm hands wrapped themselves around his reaching one, and he felt the eager kiss on his fingers. “What’s wrong, Chiro? What is it?”
“Where are you, Baz?” he asked calmly, turning towards his voice. And then, finally: “I can’t see you.”
“Can’t—?” It didn’t take long for him to catch on. “No,” he gasped. The bed moved as if he was getting on his knees. “No, no, no! Chiro, you can’t…can you…!”
“Five fingers? I don’t know.” Typical of him, he smiled at his own joke. “Don’t ask me questions I don’t know the answer to, I’m only guessing here.”
“Chiro…!” He couldn’t tell if Baz was devastated or frustrated at him for downplaying this tragedy. He felt a wet, urgent kiss on his forehead and then Baz’s collarbone on his nose when the man hugged him tightly. He smelled them both on his skin and tried to kiss it but Baz broke contact immediately.
“Stay here. I’ll look for someone who can help!”
“Where am I going? I’m blind!” Chiro wanted to laugh so bad. “Baz, can you just…” He reached for him, grasping the air. Somehow, all that flailing had found him a finger, and then a wrist which he grabbed with his other hand.
“Baz, I’m blind,” he reminded him gently, smiling in the midst of this emergency. “Don’t leave a blind man alone, Baz. Just stay here with me. Okay? Don’t go running off where I can’t see you.” Which was everywhere.
Which was, anyway, his point. He needed him by his side, and he should only be by his side. Especially at this trying time—assuming it was still a trying time.
It didn’t take much for Baz to come back to his side. He guided him as best he could at first, but soon the bed was sinking and he was being pulled into a pair of arms and a waiting chest. This time, he kissed it, just as the man held him closer still, until they were length to length. He heard him sniffling. His poor man.
“It’s okay,” he whispered softly to him, reaching back to embrace him. “It’s okay.”
“What are you looking at?”
They stood atop a bridge, overlooking the river flowing under his feet. The wind was sharp where it blew his face, but he liked the cold weather. He liked that he was warm under his thick coat and the wool scarf wrapped snug around him.
“I’m looking at the Statue of Liberty,” he said. “And then just behind it, I see the Sydney Opera House.”
“We’re in Paris, by the way.”
He broke out in a grin. He knew, of course. He’d been excited for it, in spite of his condition. “The great thing about being blind is that you no longer need to be confined by the limits of reality.”
“I was under the impression that I married a blind man who couldn’t see, not a delusional who saw whatever he wanted to see.”
“Who’s the fool, then? The blind fool or the fool who married the blind fool?”
“I’m never going to escape this life, am I?”
He was still smiling. “Do you want to?”
There was a pause. He imagined Baz turning to look at him. And then he said, “You know I don’t want to.” That low, quiet rumble again. He swore he could kill a man for it.
They fell silent after, contented simply to be with each other. Baz observed while Chiro thought. The River Seine flowed on unceasingly beneath them.
“So,” Baz spoke all of a sudden, “this has been…a fun honeymoon.”
“I like it,” Chiro insisted. “You know, we should come here more often.” He nudged his husband beside him. “You should use your money to buy a house here. Escape from all your problems back home.”
“We’ll always go back to them anyway, so what’s the use?” Baz replied. “The problems won’t stop until we die.”
“I married for companionship, not for the inheritance.”
“That’s awfully sweet of you, Chiro.”
“But the money is convenient.”
“I knew you would say that.”
“But you still married me,” Chiro reminded him, grinning into space. He played with the cold metal band around his finger, a complicated thing that resembled a bird with its wings forming the loop. The proposal was so simple: Baz cooked dinner, and then he handed him the open ring box and let him figure it out. Then he asked him and he accepted. And that was that. “You ever wondered,” he began suddenly, “where we’d be now if we hadn’t met each other?”
“Sometimes I try, but it’s difficult,” Baz said after a minute. “I can’t even remember what my days were like without you.”
“More peaceful.”
“But less meaningful.”
He might have blushed—if he had the capacity for it. But he just smiled and let his happiness speak for itself. “I can’t imagine it either. But sometimes, it scares me.” His fingers sought for Baz’s to slip between them. “When I was starting to lose my eyesight, I always envisioned myself in an empty room, all by myself. Even with a cat as your life companion, that’s hard. But along came you, and you were there when I went completely blind.” He shook his head. “I can’t imagine it happening without you by my side, crying like a baby.”
“I can’t believe you convinced me to marry you.”
He snickered. “I’m not about to let go of a man who’d cry for me like that. Think about it: what if we never realized how important we were to each other? What if, after we met in the children’s hospital, we just went on with our lives, not knowing what we missed?”
“Then we’ll meet again in the next life,” Baz answered easily, perhaps throwing a shrug with it. “And the next. On and on, until we grow old together, or our lives are spent.”
He turned quickly to Baz’s voice, eyebrows curling. There was something about what he said that felt like an echo. Like he knew the words even before Baz had spoken them, but he never knew about their existence until then. He tasted them again in his tongue, repeating ponderously to himself, “On and on…until we grow old together…or our lives are spent.”
He faced Baz’s approximate direction. “Where have you heard of that before?”
“Don’t know. Somehow, it’s always been at the back of my head.”
“Huh.” Chiro faced the city across him again. “Is that so? I thought they sounded familiar.”
“Did I get it from one of your movies, then? I mean the stuff you used to watch before you went blind.”
Chiro shrugged. “Beats me. I believe in it, though.”
“As you should,” Baz affirmed. And that was that.
They stood again in silence. Watching. Listening. Thinking. All around them, the city flowed like the river they stood over, unceasing in its motion.
Soon after, they, too, joined it, walking down the bridge, hand in hand.
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survivorcutthroat · 7 years ago
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Episode 2: “The queen stays queen for another day.” - Sherry
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So I ended up cutting Nehe because I felt like I gained more from him going than from him staying. I know I'm almost 100% to blame for his elimination and although my dark side is loving it, I still feel bad....I view myself as a snarky hero not some heartless villain...I wish we had just won immunity ugh. But I cut him and that's the name of this season - cut or be cut. I just have to get used to the feeling - maybe I can take some tips from Matt???
Now that the first vote is over, I can get a sense of who all trusts me. I think Zack is thankful I didn't flip but he still doesn't trust me which was to be expected. Dustin seems to trust me but I think he might not be telling me the whole truth just yet - I'm starting to be skeptical that Seamus is lying about his vote....Amir seems to trust me too but I feel like he could be threatened by me? I dont think he'll come after me anytime soon but his tone kinda changed towards me when we talked game - he didn't realize how much of a role I would play I presume....for now, I hope a swap happens and I can go more UTR. I was a bit chaotic with this last round and I want to dive back down underwater for a while to disappear from any potential bulls eyes on my back! 
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THIS WENT PERFECTLY. I set up Ali and Sherry going against eachother even though I was the only one going against both of them. I eliminated an idol, kept my trust with everyone but Sherry, and got rid of my target of Ali. I wish Ali were here but this is a great scenario as well.
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Tribe swap and I'm so happy. We are nu YANGBYE which is the best tribe name around. I love these people but I'd also love to say "yangbye!" to them one by one. 
Crow - Oh my god I get to work with chaos crow <3 
Jaiden - I don't understand Jaiden but I want to work closely with him 
Dom - YES it's my pal from whatever our starting tribe was 
Zack - I quite like Zach but I don't trust him. 
Liana - She doesn't talk to me very much. 
I'd like to keep Jaiden Crow and Dom around. The other two are threats and they're not on my side. 
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Wooooo okay so post tribal council and I survived!!! Nehe was great and a nice person but Seamus was in his ear and Nehe was going around saying that Zack and I are a final 2 and in the end I couldn't have him here anymore and my target ended up leaving so hehehohohahha
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Okay now I gotta focus purely on social bonds because our tribe dynamic is weird as fuck. us 4 voted together to outvote nehe and Seamus...but now its just us 4 lmao which means if we go to tribal then kumbaya time is gonna be over and someone gotta go. My plan? Turn crow and zack against each other. Crow was the most hesitant to keep zack and zack has thrown crows name out there in the past 
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But other than that I fucking love Zack and I really didn't think I was going to during this game but if people are saying we're close friends when were not, we might as well align. Crow is still my husband, he's a lil sketchy but still my husband. Dustin is the only sane person here newfkj and I'm glad he's here and best case scenario is we don't lose the challenge and I get to keep my gays a little longer in the game. 
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Current people I still want gone in order: SEAMUS, LIANA, stevie, ali, tommy 
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This first tribal was interesting!! Winning the challenge I chose a tribe to go to and I got to vote with them but I was immune, such an interesting twist. It seemed like the tribe wanted to go for Sherry, which I did not really want. I end up talking to Sherry and she told me about the idol and that she was using it so to keep up appearances I voted for Sherry to vote in the majority, knowing what she was gonna do. Hopefully she isn't mad about that. Now Im on this new tribe and I have my old tribe as the majority so im feeling pretty good about this current position and hopefully nothing happens to ruin that just yet. 
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I MADE FINAL 18! We just swapped tribes to 3 tribes of 6 and now I left my Yangbye tribe and joined the New Sagu tribe with Cole, Stevie, and Abel who were on my original Yangbye tribe and Dustin from Magyi and Sid from Sagu. We made an original Yangbye alliance chat however, I don't know how loyal the people in that chat will be especially a guy named cole.  For whatever reason I'm getting a strong vibe that cole doesn't like me or want me in the game long term so I'd be so down to get him out... I think he will be a threat however I also don't wanna just betray this new alliance but I don't wanna play dumb. I like Dustin and Sid to an extent, I'm not sure how much I can really trust either... For right now the two people I'm most trustful of on my tribe are Stevie and Abel, as for the rest of them I have no idea where their heads are at in terms on strategy of the game. I hope we just keep winning immunity, I really really don't want to go to tribal, I feel even less secure on this tribe than I did on my last one. 
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Ok, so the first two tribals that have happened pretty much didn't effect my game at all! I barely talked to either Nehe or Ali so I'm glad they are gone. They were nice but I didn't see anything in them. I feel like my lip sync will be good enough to get my tribe to winning this Immunity, I just hope we find someone who can edit because I have no idea how to edit at all. If we do end up going to tribal I should be fine as I made a alliance with the original Yangbye tribe! Also omg at sherry snatching everyone's wig with that first tribal idol.... My mouth is still open. 
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Anyways why was cole willing to let sid edit the video and willingly give him the power to be the first one with the finished product so sid can submit and get the idol clue when sid is on the bottom? He’s only fussing about it right now in the tribe chat bc i just pointed it out to him in pms. Like ik cole’s not stupid so i strongly doubt he would make such a dumbass mistake. Shady ass bitch. 
[7/7/17, 8:40:47 PM] Abel: 
[7/7/17, 7:27:03 PM] Abel: sis are we really gonna let sid get the idol clue [7/7/17, 7:28:08 PM] Cole™: I'm gonna try and get it 
[7/7/17, 7:28:21 PM] Abel: whoever submits it gets it 
[7/7/17, 7:28:38 PM] Abel: and if he’s editing it’ll probably be him 
[7/7/17, 7:31:23 PM] Cole™: But like I did the most work 
[7/7/17, 7:31:52 PM] Abel: one of us needs to submit it then 
[7/7/17, 7:32:17 PM] Abel: like i would share the clue with you obviously but yeah its just easier for you to submit it 
[7/7/17, 7:32:30 PM] Abel: and sid has the power if he’s making the final product 
[7/7/17, 7:33:43 PM] Cole™: True, I would share it too 
 I have an okay relationship with dustin. Tommy i still trust. Stevie eh mostly. I would love to just coast on tribal lines/challenge dominance for a bit. Sid is the only person i have no relationship with and I’m not really interested in trying to make one like i’d rather just vote him out lmao. Like i said hi and how are you to him already and it was just so exhausting idk i don’t have the energy to fake another friendship rn. We’ll see where my paranoia with cole takes me.
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I am upset that I'm separated from Crow Zack and Dustin and I'm also really upset that I haven't been on a tribe with Cole Sid Or Bodhi but on the bright side, I have sherry and I have rob. I have enough people I won't die at least. 
ZACK IS MY SON AND I WILL PROTECT HIM.
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hi it's me again hehetehe. 
lemme just talk about last round bc im still a lil FUCKED up. bc some people got me FUCKED up. 
Seamus is an ugly dirty little rat and if he really thought he would pull a fast one on ME.. he was SURELY mistaken. he can go back to fucking his cousin and eating his hay. he literally looks like he eats hay. like.. you're not gonna just try to get me out and think i'm not gonna say something.. and now he wants to come and apologize and act all innocent like bitch, please, save that shit. 
anyways... i like my new tribe? like i'm not completely fucked here. i miss dustin and amir tho :( literally dustin and amir are my hunts like they really put there ass out there to help me and i appreciate that so much. i got their backs in this game. i hope me abel dustin and amir can all make merge and run this shit to the end.
ps- fuck seamus.
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Really? REALLY? I'm used to being on elite tribes not amateur ones.....so after the tribe swap I wind up on the worst of the 3 tribes with people who seem to either be shy or just incredibly nonchalant. Liana just spoke like, today - Zack is still Zack and Dommy is sorta like that team member who's all talk and no game at this point...and Jaiden is just an ugly troll. The only thing that could have made it worse would have been seeing Matt on my tribe so I guess thanks for not doing that to me.... 
Like I understand we all have busy lives and this isn't an easy comp but I've been sitting in Iceland halfway across the globe with internet lag and cut-out quite often but I was willing to put time into this comp for my piece of it (I was legit going to do my lip sync in a RV bathroom - how iconic is that?) 
But INSTEAD someone mysteriously submitted a dumb pre-made video to the blog (which is no "accident") which basically means we lose even though we never started. 
And Jaiden, I know it was you. I can't tell if it's out of complete stupidity or mischief, but either way, you're in hot water sir. 
Ugh, can we swap again? Pls? I can't do this constant losing thing it's bad for my ego.
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Alrighty so there was no doubt I was going to get kicked off of my tribe before the swap. Luke, Jaiden, Sid, and Seamus? Jaiden randomly hates me (and my husband), and Seamus probably wants revenge for Zootopia, Luke is impossible to talk to. The only person I liked game-wise was Sid because he's really easy to get along with and I feel like I can actually trust him and he won't cut me, so to speak. 
In order to try to rectify this, I figured I could gain trust with Seamus by starting an idol searching brigade, so I told him where I searched. He could easily lie about this and probably did but it's whatever, I'm trying (reasoning on this later). I tried to clear the air with Jaiden and we talked things out and I tried to find common ground with him (idk if it worked or not). 
 Seamus talked to me about me and him and Sid working together. Ever since the tribe swap I haven't heard from them so I guess that's dead. 
I trust Stevie the most overall. I've been telling him my thoughts (lol contact him for confessionals). Stevie was actually my first ally in my first game so I like him a lot (he taught me how to be cutthroat). He told me about his and Seamus' idol clues, and how Seamus would probably lie about it (hence the earlier reasoning). He said that the clue said the number is the same on a clock (i.e. 1-12) but Seamus would probably say the opposite. Seamus has actually said nothing so anyway I continue to not trust Seamus. 
The other tribe was ugly for trying to vote out my fellow woman.
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wow so um... cole and sid are targets more info tomorrow
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I think I'm good with my whole tribe. I trust mearl completely. I love rob and sherry the most. I don't think they'll vote me out. I don't fucking care about this challenge but I have to act like I do. I actually was willing to stay up all night and do the work and commit my night for it but I can't put in effort if no one else will. Yesterday when I tried to bring it up no one cared. I'm really drunk. Also um Seamus and I worked out our differences but like I'd still vote him out. Luke and I promised to work together but I'd still vote him out. I'll vote anyone out I don't give a fuck. Also Crow has been ignoring me for like all day. So it's clear he's only social when you're on a tribe with him, same with Dustin. I think I've decided I'm most loyal to Cole and rob in this game and maybe Sid and zack.
One minute later:
I AM GOING TO DESTROY EVERYONE 
I WANT THEM ALL DEAD 
I WILL END THEM
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Jaiden accidentally threw the challenge for our tribe. THANK GOD. Now I don't have to do it. Sherry and Jaiden both fucked up for the tribe and the target is off of me. At tribal I'm going to be targeting Liana or Zack. Probably Liana. I have Jaiden and Dom with me 100% for now, and crow is probably gonna be smart and vote with the majority. Liana doesn't talk to me so she doesn't need to be here. Simple as that. Zack doesn't talk to me much either, but Amir likes him, and I think crow does too. Zack can go next time.
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I don't even know what's happening with this challenge. I think I lost it by accident for everyone but they're all causing unnecessary chaos around camp so I need to just sit down and shut up. Tomorrow one of us will be voted out I'm assuming, so I'll do whatever it takes to make sure it's Liana or Crow and not me. As it stands in the game right now, I've been able to go on private calls with Seamus, Bodhi, Dom, and Tommy. I'd say those four are my closest friends and allies at this point (but I don't want to speak too soon since the game has only just begun). I still need to work on getting into good graces with the rest of the players I wanna work with this season, so we'll see how successful I am with that. Also, I think I've formed an alliance with Bodhi and Dom. Like I said from the get-go, I won't take this alliance too seriously because I know that they can kiss my ass in calls and PMs but still say only bad things about me in confessionals. I'll trust them only as far as I can throw them and see how things go if we do end up going to tribal. I think this swap worked out pretty well in my favor and I couldn't be happier with how it turned out.
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So before I came back to orgs this year the last ones I played were 2014/early 2015 and in those games I managed to go really far by doing the least and I feel like that’s what Cole remembers me as and I feel like he views me as a potential drag-along ally, one that he can always go back to as he makes shady deals with everyone else. What he doesn’t realize though is that I’m that bitch with the pristine memory and know he wins/goes far in so many of his games and knows that he’s been active all these years and knows everyone. Whether or not he actually is working with Sid, I just know he has a lot of connections in a lot of different places and in a one world season it would just be stupid to let someone like that reach a point where he can connect with others and fuck things up for everyone. ALSO SIS HAS THE NERVE TO BE A FLAMING FAGGOT IN EVERY CHAT AND CALL BUT WHEN HE GETS TO MY PMS HE SUDDENLY TURNS INTO BRITNEY’S MIC FEED! I spoke to Tommy last night and he’s on the same page and I don’t think it should be hard to get others on board…if we choose to do so bc I still don’t have any use for Sid at all whatsoever lmao.
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Dearest Liana, Please speak to me. I'd like to not have an easy tribal! I adore going to tribal council, but you are making this too easy for me. With love, Bodhi.
I don't believe I've ever touched on WHY I throw so many challenges. The answer is simple. Tribal council is a wonderful group bonding excersize. If you can go into the merge with a group of 2-4 people, you'll have some people with as much trust as you can manage. There's another big facet to this, being that tribes that don't go to tribal council have a lot of time to stir up feelings of wanting other people out. People on cutthroat are going to be so willing to flip on their tribes it's not even funny. These people almost all feel like they have something to prove, and if you can just give them time to get bored, they'll be making big moves at the merge like no ones business. Tribal loyalty will not exist in that much of a sense on this season. One of the biggest advantages of having a tribe swap from 4 tribes this early is that there isn't the whole "day one alliance" that can sometimes unify a tribe. Everyone is on a tribe with someone that they want out of the game, and once those people get their ways, there will be new people who want revenge. Ideally, there will be one more swap, and neither of these first two sets of tribes will matter to anyone except for me and whoever I'm loyal too. I'm making ties with folks on the other side so that when we swap again I won't need to scramble or anything. I'll just need to sit back and watch people take each other out.
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Well after that challenge fiasco, I still have little hope of winning immunity.....however at least we are submitting something semi-legitimate? I just really really don't wanna go to tribal again so soon....especially with so many quiet/shady characters. We have a solid idea in my opinion but it'll be a swing or miss sort of idea. As far as my tribe.....Zack says he's on my side and loyal to me til the end but A) He hardly talks to me on his own B) This is fucking Cutthroat Island Bodhi and I are supposed to be close but he's smart and tricky so I don't really trust him... Jaiden is a known troll but somehow one of the people I like?? (why do i find myself closer to trolls than norms..*ahem* Kyle) Liana is a fucking ghost. This girl just appears in the main chat once a millennium, hardly replies to pms, and doesn't even seem to care?? If we were to lose, my money would be on her leaving. Bodhi already suggested it to me actually.... Dommy is the chillest of them all and maybe will be someone I can use? But I don't know if he's closer to myself or Bodhi, which will be crucial down the line... Or maybe this tribe's flops are part of some mastermind machination to blindside me pre-merge. I don't even know at this point. My strategy pre-merge (considering GL pre-merge was....non-existent for me...) is to build as many bonds as strong as I can and go with the flow. Big moves that make your target bigger are p.o.i.n.t.l.e.s.s until at least jury! No one in finale talks about "yea that second vote where I flipped" cuz its so far in the past! The #1 goal should be survival - not control. Plus, the more targets that make merge, the better for me. Let the elite make it to merge and let the bloodbath begin while I fly through the underworld completely invisible to the finale <3 :D
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And we're back! After Sherry pulling off a beautiful idol play round 1, I have a new vigor for this game! Amir survived his tribal as well! Things are looking good, everyone. But wait! I spoke too soon. Satan himself announced a FUCKING TRIBE SWAP. Okay, calm down, Sid. Now you have a chance to be with Sherry or Amir, right? Wrong. Austin's fucking Sorting Hat rip-off kept me on Sagu while Sherry and Amir are living it up on Magyi and Liana is stuck on Yangbye. What's worse, Nu Sagu is a 4 Yangbye, 1 Magyi, 1 Sagu split. WHAT STARS HAD TO ALIGN TO MAKE SURE I GET SWAP FUCKED IN EVERY GAME? I DON'T EVEN HAVE AN IDOL. (Speaking of, Sherry told me the clue Stevie got. Apparently the Idol is under 12 and Sherry found her's at 11. But, now I don't know why Stevie is giving out clues unless he found one. Hm.) But whatever. I'm screwed on Nu Sagu because Stevie is an egomaniac who I'm pretty sure wants me out, and I don't know who these other 4 are. Tommy said he'd work with me, but how much do I trust him? Or like even like him? Minimal. My only hope rests in this challenge, so I stepped up to edit our lipsync (And I think it can win us this challenge!). Also, the submitter of the winning tribe gets an idol clue! DOPE! Since I'm editing, I should be able to submit. Apparently not. Cole asks in the tribe chat if he could submit because he wants the clue. THE FUCK? NO I THINK THE FUCK NOT. I've been editing for hours, and all you had to do was twerk on camera for 3 minutes. And I doubt Cole is really a stranger to that, whereas I had to learn Movie Maker for this fuck-up of a tribe. So I said "yah sure" because I'm in a clear minority, but I have a plan. Even though I finished the video hours before the deadline, I'll pretend like I'm rushing to finish it. And in my rush, I submitted it on accident! I'm sure he'll see through my plans, but I'll have 2 idol clues, AND I think we'll have immunity with my video. Right now, I think working with Tommy or Abel is my best shot to survive if we go to tribal... ALSO P.S. Sherry, Amir and I have finalized our alliance. It's called "THREEVIL" (Three + Evil) and it is so fucking awesome! I love these two with all my heart. <3 <3 <3
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This is some bullshit. I'm not about to do this challenge solo and still lose. Why did crow make a big fucking deal about it? We could've gotten a DECENT score on this shit and at least I submitted something???? Even fucking dom who is online all the fucking time isn't here to do shit 
if Me getting that ottn5 edit this episode huh. I'll really go off at tribal council when the time comes because we're clearly losing.
Everyone the past few days: 
https://68.media.tumblr.com/0590f2ef9171d9c120daa59db8f36233/tumblr_inline_oj6u3b7XBj1snhjdw_500.gif Me: Hey we should probably do this challenge! 
Everyone: https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2014-09/22/14/enhanced/webdr10/anigif_enhanced-11075-1411411562-9.gif Me: Guess I'm doing this on my own... 
This is what I've come up with so far! Everyone @ me because apparently it sucks: https://media.tenor.com/images/72c91bf233275e5da4c66dae418829e2/tenor.gif 
Me, internally: http://68.media.tumblr.com/baebe363529713f2fdee2b9047d27d47/tumblr_osadyruIyd1rt5ctno1_250.gif ... Me tomorrow night after we lose this challenge and they unanimously vote me out: http://wwwimage.cbsstatic.com/thumbnails/photos/files/asset/10/00/35/45/bronte-big-brother-eviction.gif
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Day 7 Confessional 4: Ugh okay so lots of tea to spill. So i voted in the minority on the special tribal and Nehe left which like doesn’t matter much. But then we immediately tribe swap and my new tribe is amir luke mearl rob sherry and myself. Amir immediately approaches me and tells me he is angry that i was telling Nehe that he and Zack were a final 2 which never happened. I finally convinced him that it wasn’t true and now we are golden and Zack and I half made up too. But basically from the moment i got onto this tribe i started desiring another tribe swap because our tribe literally sucks. Like besides Mearl Rob and myself they literally fucking suck. Sherry is so busy irl, Luke is MIA and im not surprised, and Amir has family issues going on. I kinda hope we lose this challenge so we can send either Luke or Sherry home, then we will have a better chance going forward as a tribe…. Also the winning tribe gets a idol clue and I think I am going to approach them with an offer that I will share mine (I’ll lie about what is says) if they share theirs! But yah as of now I am kinda hoping we lose so we can cut some loser out of this damn game. 
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So there was a tribe swap. Yippeee. No, not really. My whole original tribe ends up sticking together but of course I get separated. Thats alright, just means I'm going to make more connections I can use later down the line. Change is a positive thing right? Wrong. My tribe sucks ass. And I don't like sucking ass. If you do then think of whatever unpleasantry you wish instead.   First impressions- Luke- Ugh. I voted him out five times in a row in GL. I have a feeling he isn't exactly going to trust me. I tried to strengthen a bond but it seems so artificial on his part. Amir- Seems like somebody that can be a strong ally. I'm glad Amir is here. Seamus- First impression tells me to watch out or Seamus but he is wooing me in... but I'm aware that his wooing is why I wanted to watch out for him in the first place. Rob- Don't really know. Blah? Hopefully a potential ally. Sherry- I had a good conversation with her the night before the swap (when it appeared she was going home) so was happy to see her on my tribe. I figured that she'd be somebody that I could utilize... well lady is crazy and forgetful because she forgot the conversation we had and was asking me about myself and telling me things about her that she had told me less than 24 hours earlier... like scroll up. You can play the mother card and thats fine but when you are a no show in challenges (seems to be a trend) I have no problem voting my mom out. So the first challenge comes along... the dreaded lip sync. I hate this challenge. Hate it. HATE IT. Its just so blah. I hate singing. I hate dancing. And of course I'm busy but nobody else is able to edit a video (or wants to). Whatever.. then it gets worse. People aren't even fucking sending me videos. Like they missed deadllines and just flat out ignore me when I ask if they are giving me anything or not. I tell them that I need to know so that I can start editing the video if I'm not going to receive anything but nothing. Like I have just as much content 6 hours before the challenge is due as I did 48 hours before but I wasn't working on it because I figured I'd get more. So now I need to piece meal together shit and find shit and try and make it look nice. I mean I'm a creative guy I guess so lets see what I can do. For this challenge all I received was a piece of poop so I put it between two slices of bread and I’m hoping the judges like shit sandwiches. I really hope my efforts pay off because I don't wanna be going to tribal yet. Im not sure where I stand but I'm hoping this challenge has put me in a good spot.
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First things first, fuck my old tribe! they literally like...don't even attempt to reply to me since the swap and its becoming really apparent whos genuine and who will play nice just for the game so as far as I care, they can all leave I don't give a fuck. However, I hope zack and crow don't go over someone like liana at the upcoming tribal. people like liana stevie tommy crow etc are able to lie so convincingly and make it seem like theyre on your side like....they can literally lie like sociopaths and no one in this game is allowed to have that quality except for me so they can fking go! I feel like I have a lot of those relationships right now, like circumstantial allies. I feel that way about Mearl, zack, crow, dustin, sid, sherry and even luke The people I fully trust right now are rob and cole and MAYBE Bodhi. everyone else is dead to me. Also why am I the only Canadian in this cast full of American freaks me trying to fit in with the americans: https://vine.co/v/e1EFMxhDZOB/card?api=1 Psa: do you guys think im the type of boy who wont send nudes to stay safe in a game, because youre 100% wrong. I am an adult, if another adult wants to see me arse for an idol clue or some shit, ill take it! Also talking about idol clues "hickory dickory dock, the number you are looking for is on the clock" The idol is right under your nose I think its jungle 9. because table is under the nose and 9 is under 12 lets try that next time lmao abel is.....LIKE...not smart. sweet guy but he asked me to have a secret final 2 within like five seconds of speaking for the first time and then told me im a good social player who'll make it far. not the best way to make me want you on the island buddy I love flirting with guys in games because its like playing pretend when the truth is the only thing that turns me on is voting them all out http://68.media.tumblr.com/bf80ec6181ee7722e81fba5665a78426/tumblr_o319g3ZJhR1uwwhj6o2_250.gif
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Well, I'm safe another week so that's good right? Still annoyed that my tribe didn't win immunity, like we did so well and we honestly lip synced and I actually slayed everyone in the lip sync.... Oh well. I want to win something, I want to prove to the community that I'm a strong player physically and not just socially. I'm just grateful to be here right now, I don't think a lot of people see me as a threat but I could be wrong. I just want to make jury right now and prove it to myself I really am a bad bitch!
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Last round, I was an iconic mess. I was able to flip the vote against Sherry, however she played her idol and voted for Ali. BUT! because I was in the pool and I removed my vote in case anything changed, I self-voted even though I gave a vote a minute late about it was close so grr. It tied between me and Ali and everyone minus Sherry voted against Ali. Wooh! I'm ready for my CPN/M4 edit. I am devastated that Ali is gone I really do trust him. I connected with him and he had NOBODY. We swapped like I predicted and it's 3 tribes of 6. I am on the Magwhy tribe with myself, Sherry, Seamus, Mearl, Amir, and Luke. I think I am in a decent position on this tribe. Seamus I feel has a certain degree of trust in me, he thinks he can control which I'm fine go ahead do it. Mearl I've been working on getting him to like me and I think he might, I did a lot for the challenge I went all out and I've been praising him which he did a great job. Amir LOVES me and the feeling is mutual. Amir is just so much fun and I want to be like him. I want to be like Amir when I'm older. Luke... I'm on good terms with but I want him out tbh because I am petty and he's a threat. Him being depressed, is to my advantage and that sucks for him I guess? Sherry, I don't know where I stand with her, we said during the vote last time we should work together, and she knew Ali was going, but she's blowing smoke up my ass. I'll try to work with her, but I doubt I'm going to talk to her. If we do have conversations I see it being strictly game which I despise. The video is a lip sync and we originally did something that Sherry did because we were sort of reluctant to throw ideas and I liked it. I felt it was a song I could do and people at first were like yeah. The thing is, skype is a fickle fickle bitch. It updated and I asked if we were doing All Summer Long and i got no reply. I filmed my video which was lit tbh because I had my sister help me out and she's a theater kid (tm) psycho.  I had it done and ready but then out of nowhere my messages update and I see at the same time when I sent the previous message they responded and they decided to change it to calling all the monsters. Like??? WHO THE FUCK CARES IF SHERRY HAS ALREADY DONE IT DO YOU THINK PEOPLE WILL ACTUALLY KNOW ABOUT THAT? HELL NO AND THEN YOU USE THE SAME EXACT FOOTAGE FROM HER VIDEO WHAT A BUNCH OF DUMBASSES STFU. Anyways we win because Mearl pulled God's work and I'm shook because Saggy's was so good too. Abel as Valentina ctfu. I saw yangbye's too and it was hilarious i loved it Heather did amazing. I heard it was mean but I don't really think so? I mean Jaiden got it from her youtube videos so it's public domain and people could gif it anyways from there. The hosts got pretty pissy though like they weren't bad at all imo I enjoyed all three of them like sure maybe Yangbye could have been more active in their video but it was still a funny product. I'm active and I'm not a threat so I don't think I'm in a bad spot. Goat me! 
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I don't feel great about this vote....but what I've heard from Zack and Bodhi is that it's an easy vote for Liana - but I no like easy votes cuz usually they aren't!
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