Whisked away by Ye Baiyi, Xie'Er finds himself lost in every sense of the word. Lonely, hurt, ashamed, confused and as Ye Baiyi has absolutely no intention of letting him walk down a dark road in this state, our Sword Immortal a.k.a Grumpy Grampa a.k.a Rude Smirk a.k.a Secret Softie a.k.a Ancient Moron embarks on a rather unexpected "Take Care Of Baby Scorpy" mission.
It’s nothing – or at least it should be nothing. But Ye Baiyi is the first and only person Xie’Er has ever kissed for real and it’s maddening to feel the enthusiasm in it again, the lack of acting and calculation. It’s a rawness surrounding it, earthy, patient and lively at it’s core. It makes Xie’Er’s bones rest, muscles bending like a pliant stem in the wind.
The numbing exhaustion from before seems gone.
“Shouldn’t have called you an ancient moron. I’m sorry.”
To his surprise, the kid shrugs, a small, self-ironic smile twitching pale lips.
“Not as much as I should be, I guess.”
“How sorry do you think you should be then?”
It’s a joke, but Ye Baiyi realises almost instantly that Xie’Er can’t tell it is and that’s why it’s so hard to be angry with him for real, let alone punish him. The old bore has been twisting and turning, molding and breaking Xie’Er’s soul for so long, there’s no room left for jokes or trust.
It’s been eight days and nine nights now, as Xie’Er wakes up by the sunlight, still underneath covers that aren’t his own, in a body he doesn’t quite reckognize.
The mattress and bedlinen aren’t luxurious or embroided, there are no servants constantly changing, airing, fluffing and rearranging the bed and that’s quite surprisingly, a relief.
Xie’Er finds that he prefers these silent mornings, hearing the sounds of birds and running water outside, smelling the tea Ye Baiyi always brews. He’s an immortal being, more powerful than any person Xie’Er has ever met, and yet, he doesn’t seem to think everyday chores are beneath him.
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The reasons I crackship Ye Baiyi and Scorpion King, are:
1. The only one giving Xie Wang an honest, KIND compliment without ulterior motives, is Ye Baiyi.
2. The only one Ye Baiyi seems capable of giving an honest, KIND compliment to without being ironic, sassy or simply rude, is Xie Wang.
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I’ve been visiting my pa and his partner for four days now and I’m soon heading off to ma and her partner for another four days. Also gonna meet baby bro with wife and 2 kids and big sis with hubby and not their kid, because she died this January. Will instead put yellow roses on her grave.
I’m exhausted and happy and realise that going a bit Ye Baiyi on my pa and his partner, is necessary these days, because they’re “oblivious oldies” who no longer can hold up even a fake interest in something I talk about that they haven’t experienced while they happily talk about their stuff without realising they’re turning “agewise rude”.
I handle this like I think Ye Baiyi would. He might be old as hell and blunt like a rock and with absolutely zero fucks left to give, but he does have a fantastic sense of humor.
So, I just act like a snarky, old man back.
“No, I’d never put the radio on voluntarily and you know that.”
“Nah, I hate trying out new foods.”
“Books? Currently, I write a shit ton of fanfics.”
“Yeah, those cucumbers look nice. No, I don’t wanna eat them.”
“A high cultural show on the radio? Oh, but tonight it’s the first episodes of this white trash rich sociopatic criminal family show I’ve been waiting for. Is there anymore wine?”
This is a great sanity saving method. I love them, but holy fuck I’m tired.
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Until anything else is confirmed, my take on Deran burning the pics and stuff, is that he knows people are coming for the Codys and that he:
1. Wants to wipe out things that will easily lead his enemies to Adrian.
2. Needs to wipe out the thoughts of Adrian, not because he doesn’t love him, but because people are literally out to kill the Codys and Deras KNOWS that this aint the time to feel soft, which happens if he’s surrounded by all these memories.
3. Feels guilty because when they parted, Adrian said that while he loves Deran and has done since they were kids and probably ALWAYS WILL, Deran (but probably most of all his family) is the worst thing that happened to him.
So, while I’m not getting my hopes up, I’m not gonna believe the worst either.
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there’s a difference between “being canceled” and “facing consequences” but there’s also a fine line between “facing consequences” and “deincentivizing growth and change” and i think that needs to be grappled with more. i’m not saying all mistakes need to be forgiven by everyone, but people who make mistakes are people, and if it becomes clear that not only will they will never be forgiven for their past, but that they will also be continually punished, then it’s a normal human response to grow frustrated and stop trying, and the holier-than-thou response of “well if they were really sorry, they would willingly accept all the punishments we throw their way” is stupid. what does pulling receipts up from 20 years ago do? who do these “gotcha” moments help?
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Xie’Er smiles, wide and sweet, looking up the sky because there’s no one here to see and he rubs down his chest and belly, clutching the latter from sheer happiness, as if there’s indeed a talisman glowing under his skin.
He cannot stop thinking about how gentle the Immortal went about it, how the harshsness of his words somehow aligned with the contrast. His hands had taken time to touch, to explore and they’d stayed where Xie’Er wanted them to and left the places too sensitive.
You’ve never done it like this before, right?
Xie’Er still doesn’t dare to define it, but he knows it bears traces of what he once thought he was given from yìfù. Not love, that’s one of the secret boxes Xie’Er rarely dares to place anything in this world, but perhaps something that comes in a ligther shade of it? Affection for a stranger that brought pleasure he’d never knows existed. Gratitude, perhaps.
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Some years back, I ghosted a friend. They were the sweetest person, kind and generous and I loved them. I still do, yet I don’t regret my actions.
This friend still contacts me like once a year, as if my absence is a mere coincidence. They’re never mad at me, never ask me why I behaved like a coward and a bastard, going no contact with them.
They had slowly, after marrying, turned more and more hardcore religious.
Now, this is important: they were a pure sweetheart - but they slowly became someone else and didn’t seem to notice how their changed values caused me pain.
It hurt me, because their faith changed them into someone I didn’t know - and there were times when I wondered if this person even knew themselves.
Because, let me tell you: it’s quite hard to sit and have tea with someone you consider being a truly good friend, kindly and sincerely, without ANY kind of malice or seemingly awareness, tell you that unmarried couples will never become happy and how homosexuality is just like having sex with your parent(!)
I want to tell this, because it is one thing to hear these things said by some far right cult leader screaming on Youtube, but a whole other thing to hear it said in your own home by your friend.
A friend you consider to be a lovely person. A friend whom you went to prayer groups with, had deep philosofical conversations with. A friend whom you supported through a truly difficult parenthood and who’s spouse behaved like an immature brat.
Today when they called and I picked up, number unknown, I felt... so sorry for them
Because they still call, even though I don’t call back.
After 6-7 years. Not weeks. Not months. YEARS.
They never berate me, never ask me why and I WANT to ask them why they reach out.
Because they deserve a true friend, not someone who cannot stand their religious views.
And I will freely admit that yes, I am a fucking asshole here. A heartless, selfish coward, a shitty person and that they deserves better.
I wish I could tell them that I miss the person they were before their faith and their immature spouse made them think they were immoral for not being a virgin. That I miss our conversations when they were open and honest and I didn’t feel like less of a human by their kitchen table.
I wish we could have a real friendship, because they truly are a sweetheart, but oh, when a sweetheart traps themselves inside a cage of morals where a friend will constantly feel wrong no matter how much the cage builder didn’t intend to...
It Just. Wont. Work.
I can hear them wanting to say something more in phone, how they yern for something that isn’t named and in truth, how can I blame them for not speaking plainly.
Because I ran first.
I miss you, B and I will always love you for the one you were before religion decided you weren’t good enough.
And I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to leave with grace.
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Kids, this is me right now, smiling because...
I AM ON VACATION AND THAT MEANS:
- resting my feet and back (I have a VERY physical job)
- indulging in plenty of fan content from my fav shows
- not eating tuna for a month (it’s always part of my work lunch)
- crossword puzzles
- watch the rest of UEFA Euro games and not having to worry about bedtime
- I’M GETTING THE FUCKING VACCINE THIS MONDAY!!!
- hopefully visiting my family for the first time i 2 MOTHERFUCKING YEARS
- eating loads of strawberries
- drinking plenty of cheap rose wine
Remember: vacation does NOT have to mean going to expensive, exotic or even new places. It does NOT have to mean spending time with relatives just because they’re relatives. It does NOT have to mean doing lots of new stuff.
Vacation is to take time off from the stuff that you need to rest from in order to feel GOOD throughout the year. Nothing else.
And yes: Xiao Xingchen approves of this.
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“You are touch starved, kid. How is that even possible for a pet like you?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, old idiot. And don’t call me pet, I’m no fucking cat.”
“You sure aren’t. A cat would’ve left the moment it didn’t get what it wanted. You, on the other hand, stays like an obedient puppy wanting treats for good behavior only to get kicked.”
There’s anger in Ye Baiyi’s voice, but it doesn’t feel as if it’s directed towards Xie’Er. This is getting tiring, being in focus like this, the centre of a very new and unfamiliar kind of attention. It stirrs this old feeling back, the one he keeps away as good as he can:
What if yìfù is unfair? What if he doesn’t care for real? Or at least not as much as I want him to? What if I’m just a tool, replacable when I no longer work as efficiantly? What if… this old, rude shithead is right?
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From Abbotsford to Yoho National Park, a heat wave shattered temperature records in British Columbia on Saturday — and meteorologists expect the weather to get even hotter over the next couple of days.
The Village of Lytton was the hottest place in the country Saturday, with a record-breaking 43.2 C according to Environment Canada. The previous record there was set in 2006, at 39.9 C.
Other notable highs include the Fraser Valley, which broke 40 C at Cultus Lake for the first time yesterday.
In the Cache Creek area, temperatures soared to 42.5 C, and Lillooet set a new record at 43.1 C. Temperatures in the Pemberton Valley are so high an evacuation order has been issued because of rising river levels caused by snowmelt.
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The small but peaceful corner, far away from the huge pavillions and the most well groomed roses, is where Xie’Er goes to hide when Yìfù becomes someone else.
It gets easier to breathe when thinking about it like that. Easier to walk instead of running like a scared child. He’s not a child, he’s… not a man either. Reaching the secluded spot, means the eyes of the world can’t see him anymore, that the incentive to remain composed is no longer there.
With the black feast robe still on, the shame somehow gets worse, more concentrated. Like he dressed up for the wrong occasion and got exposed, revealed as fake.
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“Xie’Er! Come here!”
And a compliant one as well. It kind of feels unfair to compare the kid to an obedient dog, especially with the shear amount of grace he’s moving from his place, like a soft shadow, elegant and composed, as soon as Zhao Jing calls.
Low voice, Ye Baiyi notices. Not quite cowering, but still submissive and the way his eyes all but shines the second Zhao Jing gives him the bearest of smiles, is outright sickening. The older man pats him on the shoulder and gestures for him to sit down, only to, when the kid attempts the closest seat, gently but dismissively direct him to the one further away.
It looks like a son simply not being aware of his father’s table setting, no one around them seems to notice, but Ye Baiyi does and the sight disgusts him.
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if you tag me in a chain post and i don't do it it's not because i hate you it's because i am very lazy. i love you thank you for tagging me.
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Looking out the window, Zichen notices that the last days raining seems to have stopped and while the sun is still tucked behind clouds, it’s clearly a good day to go outside for…
It hurts. It hurts remembering all the things they used to do together, that haven’t been possible for so long. Like swimming, because of the stares from people and also because Xue Yang got so frozen in the water. How their skateboards have been standing in the closet, like a sad gay couple, since brittled bones and loss of muscles and energy made it impossible for Xue Yang to use. And no, Zichen wasn’t forced to stop, but it just wasn’t fun anymore.
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Love. Such a strange thing… Truly, a gift with an edge. Touching it in the wrong way and you’ll bleed. Leaving it be and it’s bound to rust. As of now, their deadly wounds are somehow slowing down on the back of the beast. The resentment is strong, so very strong, yet Xingchen finds that it doesn’t bother him, because…
“This is how you survived, isn’t it? Your resentment… gave birth to this and in return, it helped you survive…”
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It then dawns upon Lan Xichen, how the entire force from Lotus Pier looks just as confused as their leader. The men in the purple blue robes all seem like they have no idea how they got here and one by one, the sheet their blades when realising they’re at Cloud Recessess and that Lan Xichen is no longer armed.
“You’re giving up? Sandu Shengshou, you coward!”
The shout from the man who only moments ago drove his blade into his only son’s back, sounds as mad as desperate and the heir of the Lotus Pier turns around to him, frowning.
“Who the hell are you?”
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