Maybe because its all in peopleâs head but i have a lot ships that are just sooo random with 0 screen time together. It cant be that. Probably the dynamics
AND how Chrissy is just such a better option
How I headcanon Eddie loving cute cheerful girls and not someone like Steve out of all people. I feel like if Steve had a different personality they would work and I think Steddies know that
Chrissy is Eddieâs uptown girl <333
I think for guys Eddie would need someone who is like him, someone who gets the scene he is in. Someone who fits in his circle. Is Gareth x Eddie a thing? Because that would work. Someone who doesnât look down on him which I think Steve does in canon but not in an obvious way which is worse to me BUT THATS SUBJECTIVE AND HOW I SEE IT
Anyways i dont think i have seen a worse dynamic but thats okay everybody has their first. Even Steve and Robin makes more sense đ¤Ł
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He glowed like a diamond to her, the sunlight reflecting all the pretty qualities in him. The tenderness in his actions, the honey sweetness in his words. Those milk chocolate eyes soothing her. He felt like a warm cup of tea. Wrapping his arm around her, his lips stamped kisses to buttery skin. âYou look good princess, you smell good tooâ just a normal Sunday afternoon hangout. A debrief and reset from the previous week theyâve came together to enjoy the company of one another.
It gave her butterfliesâŚbutterfliesâŚ.butterâ⌠the cogs turning in the opposite direction freeze and tensing up her bones. This wasnât good. The farthest from it. He felt the nerves in her body shift gears. Pulling away he spins her around face to face contact. âI felt your energy change, and do t say nothing, because I know itâs somethingâ his thumb finding solace under her chin, moving her eyes from the floor to his. âThis wasnât goodâ she thought to herself. âSpeakâ he told her.
Sighing followed by a nervous laugh pushing him slightly off her âoh cmon, you really think thereâs something wrong?â Grabbing the glass of water that was sweating more than her âI was just thinking about something not that itâs importantâ he grabs her hand holding it with care. She hums a soft âwhat?â He rolls his eyes huffing detaching his hand from her he walks away from her to walk to the door of the bedroom.
âTell me or Iâm leavingâ his voice stern as ever, heâs never stern with her unless itâs something that gets her blushing. But this was no blushing matter this was a serious matter. âIâm not playing tell me right nowâ his fingers looping over the door knob. Turning her head to hide the tears forming in her eyes she balls her fist up.
âWhy is it so hard to express how I feel?â âItâs my feelings why am I so afraidâ âIâm so fucking angryâ âno one should make me feel like I canât express myselfâ
âYo! Can you tell me or what?â His voice raised in a way heâs never done before, her body shuttered at the way his voice vibrated and echoed the room. She sighed again, taking a deep breath she looked him in the eyes.
âIt hurts you know, weâre nothing but something at the same timeâ she finally expressed. ââmaybe heâll understand this without asking questionsâ. His hand falls from the door knob.
âWhat do you mean weâre nothing? , weâre literally friendsâ he furrows his eyebrows âyou mean a lot to me you know that right?â âHe doesnât get itâ
âCan we not? Youâre hurting my heart right nowâ I avoid his eye contact, âno, can we talk about this? I wanna find the root of the problemâ âgreatâŚâ
âBe blunt with me, if it hurts me so be itâ he sits in front of me his hand cupping my cheeks âplease look at me and talk to meâ
âIâm just a friend. That you like. You wanna do sexual stuff with. You wanna fuck. You treat me like a girlfriend, without even asking me to be oneâ she whispers her heart shattering into kaleidoscopes. Silence. Just the sound of rain falling down the window. The fans blowing softly in the background.
âWell.. you know I love youâ
âThatâs not the point!â She yelled, her emotions speaking so loudly. God she didnât mean for it to happen. She hated this conversation. She never wanted to have this conversation.
âYou just donât get how I feel about youâ he kept on trying to explain , he reached out for her hand and she pulled back. âHeyâŚâ he whispered
âNo, I donât think I can do this anymore. We want two different thingsâ
âNo we donâtâ he eggs on
âYes we do!â
âI want youâ
âNo you donât, you want me as a friend but want my body as a relationship or worshipâ
âBecause you deserve that I love you please donât be like thisâ
âButâŚyou donât WANT me. You donât want a title with meâ
Walking out of the room she shuffles her feet towards the front door. âCan you please leave, I donât have the mental capacity anymore, I would like to be left aloneâ
âPlease..â
âIâm begging youâ she finishes his sentence.
âCant we just talk bout this?â
âWeâve talked enough for todayâ
And with that he left her house. The rain poured harder to match the heavy heart she was holding. To match the cries she dropped on her pillow. The sad thing about it, she wanted him to hold her. To kiss her forehead. To caress her shoulders. But thatâs what makes her fall for him deeper. Even tho he doesnât fall an inch for her. He hated titles nor did he want it. And she just wanted to be loved.
The slamming over the door echoed through the living room making its way to her room. It replayed. Why? Why did it have to be her?
I couldn't help but do some reflecting on MCL and how it's impacted my life.
Itâs honestly so disheartening seeing a game that I loved for years just go down the drain.
Ever since I got introduced to it by my friend back in middle school, I was hooked. It was my pretty much my introduction to otome games.
I even liked the dress up feature, even if it lacked skin color options.
You could say that I fell in love with Nathaniel at first sight. (Or...I picked him because I wasn't in Mr. Bad Boy Castiel and Ken looked like a ten your old and I found kinda creepy within the context that he pretty much stalked Candy to her new school...)
As time went on, I discovered so much more to him. Still disappointed with his route, given what went on... (Won't go into detail due to spoilers)
And then came University Life and then later Love Life...
Things just went down hill...and itâs all Beemoovâs fault.
They took routes that people loved. They ruined game mechanics. The characters arenât the same characters that I loved for so long.
Not to mention all of the toxicity in the fandom...
At this point, Iâm just thinking about finishing the original-now called High School Life-and then move on. It had itâs flaws, but, Iâd give anything to just be with the original cast again.
I despise Beemoov and what theyâve done to this game. But, I still love Nathaniel and Iâll never stop.Â
Itâs just really disheartning that something I used to be so attached to now just feels like an old sticker peeling off a notebook or something...
Last night was another night I thought I was gonna fall asleep alone, cold and sweaty but instead Cole called me and asked if he could come sleep over. I'm really glad that I have the parents I do, because that wouldn't fly in most households but they understand what a hard time I've been having, so he got here at like 12:30 and gave me a sub to ease my pain and we fell asleep. We were both sweaty and miserable because of withdrawals but I know at least for me that it was easier to get through because he was next to me. I also called out of work today thank god. I like the place a lot but it's giving me so much anxiety every time I'm there so today I think I'm gonna apply at some garden centers and also go get a consult for my hair. Today is the first day I woke up not crying from anxiety and the first day I don't have plans to go pick up dope.. Things are in the right direction I think but then again what does that even mean ?
I'm really fucking tired of the world we are living in right now.
Legit saw a post headline on Facebook saying "Listen up Meryl, disability isn't the only Trump card you should be playing" like excuse you she was highlighting a specific issue and incident like go fuck off why does everyone have to pick apart every little thing that people do and say!!!!! Despite what people are deciding not everything is debate worthy or something to take offence with. You shouldn't be telling Meryl to talk about all the other stuff because we all know she has LOADS of time on a fucking awards show, we should be thanking her for saying what she said and calling out Trump and using her position to speak out. I'm so fucking tired of this. I'm tired of the fact that she even had to go up and say those things, I'm tired that someone like that is going to be ruling the country. I'm tired that things like homophobia, racism, and sexism (and all the rest) are even things that are still around. I'm just so fucking tired. What in the hell people ughhhhhhhhhhhh
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Such a touchy subject; but where do you get off presuming your cancer story is any worse than anyone else's? Your grandmother died of it, your mother died of it, your aunt, your cousin.
We all bleed together, the blood of the many and one.
Cancer is as cancer does, the all-consuming monstrosity that it is. Just because you don't have the emotional foundation to respond to a death in a healthy manner doesn't make me the villain in our banter.
It's time to get off your pedestal, pour one out for the dead, because what makes you think you're special; well, turns out it's in your head.
You're nothing in my eyes, the furthest thing from something, and though infinity loops back around,  you'll never be becoming.
Afterword:
Several people who were very close to me have passed from cancer. It's taken me awhile, but I'm finally coming to terms with this fact. I know that everyone is different and responds to pain differently. That doesn't make the pain I feel any different than yours though, and because I can joke and laugh doesn't make me an asshole or a monster. It means that as much as I hated watching people and my life wither and rot, I still manage to not take the world too seriously. Life is too short to get hung up on things that 90% of the time, no one can control.
Love while you can love, laugh while you can laugh, cry when you must; but remember fondly, for in the end the bonds we share are what keep us going.
