(wakes up in a cold sweat) simulation swarm but the river of light/fluorescent lights mentioned throughout the song are Stan talking to the portal in place of ford
I'm a sucker for romcoms so I have to ask about If This Is A Romcom 👀
...Chi I fucking love you. 🤣
You on Girl with Flowers in her Bones: "Ooooh that sounds angsty!"
Me: "HALLMARK WEDDING AU!"
You on If This Is a Romcom: "...ROMCOM?" 👀
Me: "...you mean If This is a Romcom Why Aren't You Laughing?" 👀
Luka has the opportunity to go on tour and kickstart his career, but he doesn't want to leave Marinette. Marinette refuses to be the reason he doesn't chase his dream, so she breaks up with him - with the stipulation: "If we're both still single in a year/when you come back, we'll meet up at the Eiffel Tower and start again." It's a comedy of errors, missed opportunities, and second chances.
And somehow became a love letter to Matty Nay because his songs are all over the damn thing. 😂
“I don’t understand,” Luka said, pushing out a breath as he dragged his hands along his face. He looked up at her. Saw the tears in her eyes. Blinked, shook his head, and scrubbed at his face again. “I really don’t understand.”
“It’s for the best,” Marinette said, shuffling from foot to foot. She couldn’t look at him. Guilt was clawing at her insides. She knew this was the right thing to do, but if that was the case why did it all feel so wrong?
“Bullshit!” he snapped, bolting up from his bed. He immediately regretted the outburst when he saw her wince. “That’s…that’s bullshit, Mari. How is dumping me for the best?”
“I’m not dumping you!” she said quickly, holding up her hands in protest. He scoffed and fought the urge to kick his nightstand. His guitar was too close, and it wasn’t the guitar’s fault this was happening, after all (even if a dark part of his mind whispered that it was).
“Please explain to me how saying I think we should break up isn’t dumping me,” he said, clenching and unclenching his fist. His thumb anxiously spun the ring on his finger, and he glared out the porthole. Anything to not look at her.
“I don’t…Luka, Jagged Stone offered to take you on tour,” she said. He raised an eyebrow at her. Yeah, he knew that. That’s what had started this whole mess. “And…you need to go.”
“I already told him –” he started, but she was shaking her head.
“It’s an amazing opportunity, and I could never live with myself if you passed it up because of me,” she said.
“Then we’ll go long-distance – tons of people make that work,” he argued. He didn’t know when he had crossed the room. When he had put his hands on her shoulders, when he had reached up to wipe away the tears spilling from her eyes. “Mari, please. Don’t do this.”
“We’re so young, Luka,” she sighed. It sounded rehearsed, like she had said it in front of her mirror countless times. Preparing for this very moment. Knowing her, she probably had. “It’s…you need to focus on you right now. On your career. I need to focus on finishing lycée, and…”
The unspoken hung between them. The secret she suspected he knew but could never be spoken, for everyone’s safety.
“I don’t have to be older to know I love you,” he said fiercely, pulling her towards him. She accepted the hug too easily for someone who was trying to break up with him. “We can make this work.”
“Maybe one day,” she said, her voice wobbling, “but not now. You need to go. I need to let you go.”
“I don’t want you to,” he said. She pulled away and placed her hands on either side of his face.
“Then let’s make a deal,” she said. He pursed his lips, confused, but she was smiling at him despite her tears. “If, when you get back in a year, you still feel this way…if you’re still single, and you still love me, meet me on this day, at this time, at the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower. And we’ll start again.”
“This is our life, Marinette,” he sighed. He wondered if he sounded as tired as he suddenly felt. “This isn’t some romantic comedy.”
“This is your life, Luka,” she agreed, “and I won’t be the one holding you back.”
Funny. It had never felt like she was holding him back before.
“So you’re going to go with Jagged,” she continued, her thumb brushing beneath his eye, “and I’m going to finish lycée, and in a year…we’ll see.”
“I’ll wait,” he vowed, but she shook her head.
“That’s not fair, either,” she said, but the way she laughed made it sound like she didn’t believe that. Like she’d be waiting for him, too, despite everything she was telling him. “Live your life, Luka. I hope I can still be a part of it someday.”
– V –
A year to the day, Ladybug and Chat Noir finally defeated Hawkmoth.
It was a long battle. The fallout was worse.
And maybe, just maybe, Ladybug was too busy consoling a distraught kitty to remember a certain blue-haired boy that was waiting for a pigtailed girl on the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower with a dozen roses and a song he’d spent a year perfecting.
Meet my poor financial decision, named Orlando (feat Doctor Whool)
One scandalous little bear who set me back around £45.
Honestly...kinda worth the money. Those shoes are probably sturdier than mine. Coat and trousers have little ear and tail holes in them (though could probably be stitched up pretty neatly if you wanted the outfit for something else) and the outfit would fit most Build-A-Bear size teddies - and you can buy it separately for £15 (+£6 shoes) at the moment. Can’t review the sonic for you, because I couldn’t justify £8 on something I would take off and lose immediately. But I did spring for the lavender scent - which while like no lavender I’ve ever smelt, is actually pretty nice, and as I know from my Snorlax, does genuinely last for months.
The only tweaks I think I’ll be making are adding the ribbon from my low-budget Thirteen hoodie to make the jacket stripes actually a rainbow, snipping the remaining tags, and fixing up their leg (Note: When you’re taking the tag off a Build-A-Bear, they run deep. So if you don’t want a white line showing, prepare to practice your ladder stitch - it’s not that hard, honestly). EDIT: Mod complete.
So yeah, if you’re feeling extra nerdy and financially solvent, go splurge on a Thirteen Bear!
(Available at Build-A-Bear as of February 2020, sorry future people)
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UVIE BABY GIRL
Out of all my generations and all my sims, Uvie is the one I feel most guilty for. She never got a resolution (once again, blaming Abrielle for this one because I had one planned). I’m thankful at least that @caterpillarsims gave her a memorable story with some happiness!
Hey yuta got a butt! Not a nicki minaj or Hansol one but it's better than the rest of nct... which I now realize doesn't say much about his butt and doesn't really prove my point
