#i think art thinks his twitter is endearing but like in a condescending way

[onward--upward]

several sentences sunday!

tagged this week by @eusuntgratie thank u beloved!!

once again from my tashi pov!! i am trying so hard to finish this and it is fighting me w fists!! sorry this is so long <3 <3

Art announces his official retirement on a Friday, a statement he wrote himself going out to all of his social media accounts. Tashi and their PR manager, Giovanni, book him a couple of interviews to do over the phone, all softball questions about what he’s planning to do next. This is also where they get to start soft-launching Tashi’s pivot to Patrick, because every interviewer inevitably ends up asking the same questions: “And what about your wife? What’s next for the incredible Tashi Donaldson? Are the two of you taking a well-deserved vacation?”  And Art, media-trained golden boy that he is, with his mostly-blond hair and mostly-blue eyes and mostly-heterosexual marriage, laughs, shaking his head. “Tashi’s not huge on vacations,” he grins. “She has something exciting up her sleeve, but I’m not going to steal her thunder.”  Something exciting, that’s one way to think of it. It’s how they’re marketing it: an exciting challenge, a calculated gamble. Underdog story, blah blah. They’re even using the old doubles connection between Art and Patrick, some kind of spin on Art knowing his potential better than anyone. (Hah — Tashi is the only one who knows how true that is.) Giovanni is still a little anxious that the move won’t go over well, but ultimately, it doesn’t really matter: as long as Patrick can go out on the court and play, Tashi will be happy. The court is where they can do the talking.  That announcement goes out the following week, and Tashi does all the interviews this time. Patrick is the furthest thing from media trained, and a fucking wildcard besides, so they limit him to a twitter statement that is heavily edited by Giovanni before it’s even approved.  Patrick had rolled his eyes. “Nobody who follows me is going to believe I wrote this.” It is, unfortunately, true — Patrick’s twitter is a horrifying mishmash of pop culture, snarky one liners, and the occasional argument.  “Well, nobody follows you anyway, so it doesn’t fucking matter,” she snaps.  It makes Art laugh, which makes Patrick grin, leaning his chin on Art’s thigh where they’re both sprawled on the couch. “You guys are so mean to me,” he whines. “At least my twitter has personality.” 

tagging some bestie beloveds if yall have stuff to share!! sorry, ive been very offline this weekend so apologies for any double tags, just ignore me <3 @shitouttabuck @insecuregodcomplex @eddiebabygirldiaz

@firenati0n @okaybutlikemakeitgay @lemmeaskthedevil

MWAH x