#is much more concerning than some random actor who doesn't know how to handle his social media regardless of him playing a character i love

[buckera]

why do you ride so hard for these problematic men? first ryan and his racist anti vax ass and now lou with his ableist trump supporting? you know you can like the characters they play without riding for these grown men right? lou wasn’t hacked. why would he delete that specific instagram post if he was? why would he like his most recent like if he was hacked? why wouldn’t he say he was? you guys just like making up excuses (even ones that make no sense) to give your favs a pass and it’s weird. just admit they are human and fallible and maybe not the best people and that’s okay. you don’t need to stan these men to enjoy their characters.

okay. i'm gonna try to be patient and assume that you're here in good faith, even though I know for a fact, that you're not.

I will also ignore the Ryan thing because what do you mean "first"? I haven't even been in the fandom when that whole thing went down, but I believe in calling out bad behaviour to help people learn to do better, otherwise what's the fucking point? moving on.

so first of all, do not tell me what I should say but especially do not tell me what I should say, when I already said it word for word here:

second of all, I do not ride hard for Lou, in fact I do not ride hard for any of them. what I care about is actors (and the crew and the showrunners cough cough) not being harassed and treated like crap for doing their jobs, which, let's be real fucking honest here, the fandom has a history with, especially when it comes to love interests — as Oliver himself has pointed it out.

do I know what happened? no. do I think there are a lot of suspicious beats around the incident? yes, very much so.

btw no one would even assume hacking, if certain people could just act right. just a few weeks ago, no one could've plausibly make the claim, now however... this is what bullying and harassing and making fake accounts and so on births, this is all on the fandom. if not for that shitty behaviour, this would be much more clean-cut.

if it was him; he deleted it immediately which tells me that he's at least aware of how it reflects on him, if not how and why posting something like that is not okay. we can't be responsible for other people's values, but can only hope for them to always try to do better. and that's just step one.

the thing is, if we as a fandom can collectively ignore other things that have been deleted by other cast members, then instead of making a spectacle out of this, we can all just hope that it's a beginning of a learning curve.

anyway. do not come into my inbox — on anonymous, no less — to try to police what I say on my own blog. I always choose my words very carefully and I never claimed to know exactly what happened and as a rule of thumb, I don't allow myself more than a certain amount of time a day to dwell on these type on things (that time for today is up with this ask, by the way), because I'm in the fandom for fun and when it's no longer fun, I just leave.

but it's my blog and I will post what I think and if you don't like that; no one is forcing you to see it. unfollow and block and have a nice day.

[starrypawz]

3. “Now that this is all over, I feel like it’d finally be appropriate to ask…do you, uh, wanna go out for dinner sometime?” <3

Prompts for When Your OTP Has Survived The Big Dangerous Event

Yet again I'm reworking a very old FHR fic I wrote to bring it more in line with my current writing style/ fix the vibes.

Ronan’s no stranger to standing in supermarkets at weird hours. And the strange, slightly otherworldy, offputting yet calm sensation that comes along with it.

“What?” Ronan shrugs.

“You can’t just keep putting snacks in there!” Ortega… no Ricardo,he is very firmly Ricardo in Ronan’s mind now sighs and does his best to give a slightly disapproving ‘Marshal Charge’ look.

But

It doesn't work, not really.

Neither of them are on the clock right now.

And this is Ricardo, not Ortega and certainly not Marshal Charge. Ronan’snot currently involved in helping him serve the greater good (Or more accurately to Los Diablos the ‘slightly less than bad’ good).

There’s no Ranger Blue tonight.

Actually there is, but it’s on a hoodie so it doesn’t count, He’s in a hoodie, Ronan is in in a hoodie.

(Even if that hoodie probably costs more money than Ronan’s ever had in their hands, through legitimate means or not)

Instead, Ronan grins, arm out and threatens to knock in half a shelf of the cookies they picked up into the cart.

A packet wobbles and there’s a tense pause between the two of them but it stays on the shelf.

And Ricardo shakes his head and laughs, bright and bold as always.

It’s probably a good thing this supermarket is nearly empty at this hour.

No one seems overly concerned about why someone who looks very close to Ricardo Ortega is in a supermarket at a weird hour with a mystery person.

Ronan as always can feel the background hum of humanity in the back of their skull, buzzes and flickers not unlike the florescent lights above their head.

A few stray thoughts manage to float over and cross through.

I can’t believe he forgot to buy bread, again.

How long can I stand here pretending to buy something before it gets weird?

I’m running late… and forgot it was mom’s birthday

Shit I need a beer after tonight, at least I’m off tomorrow.

I have… two hours left on this shift… FUCK.

“C’mon,” He smirks, controls his face enough that Ronan almost doesn’t see the wince as it pulls at the almost healed stitches through his lip. “You could at least try to put something a little healthy in there?”

Ronan raises and eyebrow and grabs a random box from the cart, “Granola bars, oats, that’s healthy,”

Ricardo sighs and reaches for a pepper, poses for it with actor level poise as if he’s been dragged into yet another photoshoot,

“Balance is important,”

He delivers in a way if Ronan was familiar with it would compare to some terrible, cheap health class PSA short.

Ronan pulls a face.

“Ronan,” He sighs, “You can’t hate all vegetables,”

Ronan continues pulling a face.

(For a brief moment, Ronan’s glad he didn’t pick up an aubergine)

“I don’t mind potatoes,” Ronan grins and fished out a bag of chips from the cart (Which he’d put in the cart) “As long as they’re like this, or you know fries, or especially fries with cheese on top,”

Ortega sighs theatrically and claps a hand to his forehead equally as theatrically, “You’re impossible,”

Ronan nudges him, “You’re not much better, I see what you order at Hoots,”

And to that he nudges back, a little too hard. Ronan goes sideways and he tenses for a second before Ronan catches the handle of the cart with a laugh, catches themself before they end up falling over sideways in a heap on the linoleum floor. No harm done but their leg does remind them briefly that they’ve not totally recovered from being pinned under a car and Ronan manages to disguise the wince.

Someone walks past at the moment and gives the pair of them a withering look that communicates quite clearly that they view the concept of fun in a supermarket as borderline illegal.

Which has the effect of making both of them burst into slightly too loud laughter and Ronan can register a vague annoyed fault from the tired cashier.

“I know you don’t hate peppers,” He nudges again, lighter this time.

“Crap,” Ronan sticks their tongue out at him for good measure, “You know too much,” Ronan watches his face as his expression changes to his ‘Ricardo has an idea’ face.

Oh no.

He sighs and leans forward on the cart handle, and props his chin up with his hand the cart shifts forward a little as he does so.

Ronan also leans forward, “Mhmm?”

“How about…” Ricardo sighs turns to look at Ronan and not for the first time, Ronan’s attention drifts to his mouth and a little reckless voice in the back of their head suggests kissing him in a supermarket late at night wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“I’ve had your cooking before,”

“I know…” They share a look that implies ‘We both know who ate my leftovers in the breakroom fridge yesterday’. Ricardo’s fingerstwitch and he sates the urge to cup Ronan’s chin by drumming on the handle of the cart “But I mean, just us, my place?”

“Do I trust you that much?”

“You can trust me to pull a car off you, but not enough to make you dinner?” He doubles over and feigns clutching his chest, “I’m wounded,”

“Fine, fine, fine,” Ronan huffs with feigned annoyance, unable to hide the smile, “If it gets you off my back,”

“Good,” He grins, as always too swift and too smooth, “It’s a da-”

Ronan then gives him their ‘Ronan has an idea’ face and before he can react Ronan disappears down the aisle in a flurry of squeaking shoes before their feet leave the floor as they have a clear shot down the aisle in the near empty supermarket.

“Oh no, no… Ronan no!” He calls after as he runs after.