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"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

*Sips an imaginary coffee*

Welp, here we go. Conflict escalates. I mean I expected it since I believed in Ukraine since the begining, but still. As much as I support Ukraina and hope to return back here, the idea of living in the situation of an open war conflict is scary as hell.

Wish me good luck

I looked through their Telegram (Crimean, not Sevastopolian) for interest. Disgusting stuff that I saw:

— They say that kh***ls (ruzzian slur for ukrainians) don't deserve to live in this word. And also dare to say that Ukrainians are nazi

— Mocking of the Ukraine supporters because they don't reveal themselves while admins of this group did. Like it isn't dangerous for anyone to say something in Ukraine support and that government would react in the same way for us both.

— A lot of criminal cases for people who said or post anything that supports Ukraine or says that Crimea is Ukraine. Including posts in the blocked in Ruzzia social medias like Instagram. And even signature in passport because it looked like words Слава Украине (Glory to Ukraine)

— Mentions of beating up their victims and threating to do so.

The comment section is even worse. I tried to looks through it a bit, but there was such a disgusting amount of ukrainophobia like insults, mocking and even death threats that I just couldn't do it much. It's just so awful. Their main goal is to intimidate Ukrainians in Crimea to make them shut. Maybe they can do this, but it won't change the truth.

Слава Україні

Telegram

Севастополь. СМЕРШ

Доброго дня уважаемые подписчики! 😊 Давайте подведем краткие итоги в уходящем 2023 году. Нашему каналу чуть меньше года, но мы набрали хорош

Sevastopol Smersh makes a year-end video of 2023 "successes".

they say we're afraid of them. There may be fear. but more overpowering is disgust at what you are. The sheer pettiness of attacking people who merely sing, speak, post on social media. It shows the paltriness of what russia has to offer-- it's you who's afraid of mere words, trying to suppress thoughts like little wannabe dictators.

We despise you and want no part of your russian microcosm that survives on fear, brutality, humiliation. All sane and free people hate everything you are, and your time is coming.

all who speak up for Ukraine are free in their hearts, and Crimea will be free.

and free people will give you justice.

Help me, I think I've accidentally started (another) sims legacy

Meet Jaycie Kaiden, who got into a giant lot for no reason in the best traditions of Sims legacy

They may, or may not be your local crimelord. Because playing with normal sim isn't fun

Yep, a normal life of being a criminal

But hey! They've got a friend. And later their roommate

(With a bit of benefits)

For some reason, this lot is a goddamn passage yard. Sims are coming inside of HOUSE without anyone even talking to them

Cat is giving birth. Sim is giving birth. Everyone is giving birth

It takes time

They were always close Time kept passing. They grew as well as their friendship. Things are changing with years

They were always close.

Maybe not close in a way most people would consider as such, but with how busy Luisa had always been, any kind of relationship was close. Raula's father somehow kept losing his donkeys over and over again. So she saw Luisa often enough to hold contact.

Most people weren't really interested in talking with the super-strong Madrigal unless it was another request. But Raula kept asking Luisa how she was doing almost every time she saw her, which was every single day. Sometimes even more than once. Those weren't big talks, Luisa was always way too busy to spend more than five minutes on a brief chat. But if you would spend five minutes on something every day for ten years, how much time would it take from you?

In a few years, Raula started to leave some food for Luisa on a table next to her family's barn. It wasn't something big, just a small snack for Luisa that she could eat on the road with a bottle of water. And these small gestures meant a world to Luisa since no one else ever offered her something as simple as this. 

Luisa had never told anyone how much she appreciated these small seconds when they could speak, while Luisa was running back to work hand-to-hand with her friend, until she got another task, leaving Raula behind for most of the time. Even tho sometimes she was nearby, at least entertaining Luisa when she was doing something like rerouting the river, going as far as offering help. Luisa refused, it was her job, and she didn't want Raula to tear her back in this hard labor. But the warm sparkles still appeared in her eyes, knowing that somebody ever considered the idea that Luisa needed help. 

And so they grew. Señor Rendon kept losing his donkeys, leaving Luisa to collect them. And Luisa never dared to fix this fence. Both girls never said it out loud but they knew that if the donkeys stopped escaping, Luisa would lose her main reason for seeing Raula. They couldn't imagine their days without it. And, maybe Luisa actually broke this fence again when Raula actually sucked it up and fixed it herself (asking her dad was a pointless task) whispering that Luisa's free time was way more important. But the Madrigal knew that it wouldn't really change anything, somebody else would just ask something instead.

On days when Raula couldn't come and see Luisa, the latter could always expect a little note next to her food. Her heart was flattered at this. The young Rendon loved writing with italics, her letters had those pretty squiggles in opposition to Luisa who didn't have much time for something like this. She didn't know why Raula was doing this but appreciated it, it was going on for years until Luisa dared to ask.

"Oh, because we're best friends." At this moment, Luisa had thought that she overheated in the sun. She didn't have much friends. Hell, she probably had no friends outside of her family. (And even in there, the only person she actually spoke to more than twice in a month was Mirabel). She just... Never thought that anyone would consider her as best friend.

The Rendon stared at Luisa, almost breathless, worried about her reaction. "We... We're best friends?" Her voice came out as unclear whispers. "Thanks, I love you." She smiled, patting Raula's shoulder. 

She knew a lot of things about her best friend. Raula's favorite color was sky blue, her favorite animals were pigs. And she had this extremely cute laugh, especially when she felt awkward. 

Luisa wasn't sure at which point her feelings started to shift, it happened somewhere during Casita's rebuild when she finally got free from all this crushing pressure and was able to spend days together with Raula. Luisa just couldn't help it, those butterflies appeared in her stomach each time she heard Raula's voice, no doubt that she sounded like an angel. Her heart was beating slightly faster just from a little thought about her friend. Day by day she started to understand that those feelings were nothing of how she felt with her family or anyone else. Luisa imagined them together, like her parents. She wanted them to be like her parents. 

Luisa never understood the idea of falling in love at first sight. How could you actually love someone without knowing them for years first? But she knew that people were bragging about someone they barely knew, most didn't request being friends to fall in love. Luisa did. It wasn't something bigger, it was just... different, but these feelings were just as important as their long-lasting friendship.

Their first steps were slow, Luisa was afraid that Raula didn't feel in the same way and that she would just ruin it so they wouldn't be friends anymore. Until Dolores whispered to her that Raula's heart was beating as fast as Luisa's when they were together.

The younger Madrigal froze upon her cousin's words. "Uh... Wh-what?" She muttered under her breath, realizing that Dolores knew. But she probably had to expect this anyway. 

Dolores just nodded, speaking clearly and honestly. "She's definitely in love with you."

Luisa covered her mouth with her palms, feeling how blood rushed to her cheeks. Her heart wanted to break through her chest. She was... Her feelings were mutual.  "Are you serious?" Luisa could barely speak from all those feelings inside her. "Ah, it's just..."

Luisa wasn't sure of what to do next. Raula had told her an idea of her perfect date once before, maybe when Luisa was thirteen and Raula was fourteen. But it's been years, things had probably changed in such a long time.

It was something about a month or two before Luisa dared to speak about this with her crush. She wanted to make some cute romantic environment, but the thing was that if she did this she would always think that she must do something better, never getting to the main part.

Raula was feeding the donkeys, the same very animals that Luisa knew better than their own owner. In some way, they were the main reason why this feeling appeared in the first place.

Luisa stood next to her, holding her palms against the short fence. Raula looked up at the noise. "Oh, hola!" Her hazel eyes locked on Luisa's browns. A moment later she raised her head worriedly. "Is everything okay? You look weighted." Luisa was actually weighted, but it was a good way of this word.

Luisa kneeled, getting to the same height. Raula was relatively tall, taller than most women in the village but obviously short compared to Luisa herself. Just like everyone else.

"We've known each other for years, aren't we?" Luisa sighed, turning her head to look at the donkeys. "I have no idea how how many hours I spent, chasing these guys."

Raula chortled. " Oh, yes... It's strange to believe that you were just a child back then."

Luisa smiled, hitting her proper arm affectionately. "It's been a long time..." She had swallowed a lump in her throat, the words were getting stuck on her tongue. "I think... You were always here for me when I needed it..." She had no idea of what to say, how could she express her own feelings? 

"Oh, thanks, I've tried my best," Raula sighed, getting to Luisa's side. "You did so much to help us, I just wanted to... pay you back in a way, I guess."

It was strange, even if Luisa heard that Raula most likely loved her too she was still scared. What if Dolores is confused about something? What if Raula actually viewed her as a friend? "You were always important to me... Really, Raula, you're one of the most important people in my life... And I love you so much." Luisa pressed her thumb against Raula's palm, caressing it. "I think I..." She felt how her cheeks got red, hot from blushing. "I... Love you."

Raula gasped, freezing against Luisa. "You mean...  romantically?" She whispered unsurely, almost as if thinking that she had a vivid dream right now.

"Yes... Will you..." Luisa had no idea of how to talk about this, how to express this. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

In a moment when Raula got out of her shocked state, she jumped on Luisa's arms. "I... I love you too." She muttered, pressing her face to Luisa's neck and happy tears started to well up in strong woman's eyes. "So, will you date me?" She looked up to Luisa, her mahogany hair falling on her face.

Luisa leaned down and whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind Raula's ear. "Yes." She breathed out, not hesitating for a brief second.

@ the mutuals I don’t interact with a lot I love u and hope ur doing well