#the point is a fucking COMMUNITY how dare you make someone feel there is a barrier to entry

[eva-does-its-best]

can you shut the fuck up youre making all trans guys look bad so fucking annoying. insane that u cant handle any fucking criticism whatsoever lol holy shit. whole ass fucking paragraph. gotta put that evil mean trans woman in her place right. god forbid someone gets frustrated at being consistently shit on by people in her community. im gonna be so real rn and say that as trans guys / tme people we have it so much easier its actually insane (coming from someone whos been thru corrective rape when i was 12 after i came out as a trans guy btw! theres my fucking pound of flesh. jesus.) not even rly trying to convince u but u just piss me the fuck off annoying as fuck

First off: So sorry about what happened to you, my most sincere condolences. It's the only thing I can really give, hope your life gives you enough peace and happyness to allow you to live with such an event.

Second:

You're making all trans guys look bad

I'm not a trans guy, I'm a transmasc, very different, a difference you should if not care about at least keep in mind if you want to respect less binary forms of masculinity. I don't speak as nor speak for trans guys, because I am not one, maybe if you actually read what I write you would know.

Insane that you can't handle any fucking criticism

Criticism where? Let me be absolutely blunt and sincere: All I see in the posts I replied to is tired, scared and hurt people who cope with said feelings by turning their vents into everyone else's problems.

I vent a fucking lot, everyone can see that, but when I vent I am sincere and point the source of my pain, how I feel, why I feel that way, and which people I believe reinforce it. What I don't do is go out of my way to involve people who have nothing to do with it or with how I feel.

Trust me I know how they feel, and the way they are dealing with it is incredibly self-destructive and I want nothing more than for them to get out of that shitty mental state that hurts them so they can feel better and have a slightly better life and emotional responses to the world.

Whole ass fucking paragraph

Yeah, that is how one transmits ideas. Shocking.

Gotta put that evil mean trans woman in her place right

I've replied to a couple posts so I don't know which one you're talking about, but I've no clue about the gender of the people who I replied to, I simply replied to shitty ideas, don't care who's behind them.

Pretty lame that you try to make this a gender war, don't you think?

God forbid someone gets frustrated at being consistently shit on by people in her community

"her" ok so this is you personally defending someone you know, I can tell.

Statement goes both ways don't you think? You think this is just for fun?? Yeah let's start a conflict that is affecting the lives of real people for fun!

We are fucking tired of the mockery, the disrespect, and the extreme policing of transmasc and trans men's language and experiences by people who have no say in them.

Do you care about that too or are you a hypocrite? Because when I reply to people's shit-ass posts I do in fact care about them otherwise I'd ignore em and let em keep hurting themselves.

"Oh but these ones attacked this person" I. Don't. Give. A. Fuck. There are shitheads everywhere, in every opinion and side of any conflict. There are gonna be shitheads who use this as an excuse to attack people of a certain particular gender they already had something against, it is irrelevant to the ideas exposed. Let's not act like there isn't a whole plethora of posts about killing transmasc please, you SHOULD care avout that too.

As transmascs/tme people we have it so much easier

You're free to have an opinion about your own experiences and I have no horse in that race. HOWEVER:

•You're not the only transmasc in the world and your opinion is very clearly not a universal truth, so don't you dare spit on everyone else's experiences by deciding what's true and what's not without counting with them.

• In your dumbass dychotomy of "tma/tme" transmasc are not the only ones put on the "tme" label and the same way I cannot talk about YOUR experiences you have no fucking right to talk about everyone else's experiences specially the ones from other identities and lives that you did not get to be or experience.

•Without dipping my toes in your opinion or your experiences I profoundly disagree with you.

• Lastly, WHO THE FUCK CARES WHO HAS IT WORSE?! WE'RE ALL FUCKING HURT AND BROKEN WE'RE LITERALLY KILLED IN THIS WORLD FOR JUST EXISTING, YOU WANT A COMPETITION??? GO FIGHT FOR TRANS PEOPLE'S RIGHTS TO COMPETE IN SPORTS INSTEAD OF CREATING OPRESSION OLYMPICS. GET YOUR COMFY ASS OUT OF YOUR INTERNET ARMCHAIR AND GO SEE WHAT'S GOING ON IN THE WORLD FFS.

There's my fucking pound of flesh. jesus.

Again so sorry you had to go through that, but you realize the whole point of this is to be able to have words for those specific forms of opression and awful events right?? To have experiences like that respected and treated with the seriousness they deserve right??? That is what we want.

You experienced transandrophobia, and the people you're defending right now don't want you to have a word for it, or allow only words picked by them as if they had any right to speak for you. Respect yourself more, man.

Not even rly trying to convince u but u just piss me the fuck off annoying as fuck

Hey at least you're honest, good. I don't give a fuck though, if you wanna keep hating me I have good news for you: I don't plan to ever shut the fuck up, enjoy.

The one person you hate is not me anyway, that is plain obvious... but that's a you thing to try and work on.

Sayonara dude👋🏻

[billdenbrough]

very few things make me as fucking livid as people publicly mocking fan creations. how dare you. how dare you!!! someone loves something enough that they want to create for it and they’ve mustered up the courage to share it.

you don’t have to like everything. you don’t have to find everything to your taste. but equally you are not entitled to having everything being tailored to you. something is not less valid or worthy of existing within the community for your fandom because you don’t think it’s good or whatever. you don’t have to think someone’s characterisation is good, or you might think their shading needs work or their grammar isn’t all that – whatever. sure. you are allowed to have that opinion, but you are a fucking asshole if you express that in public. it costs zero dollars to shut up and make people feel that they are allowed to contribute to their fandom, wherever their experience or skill level is.

people are part of fandom communities because they love it!! fuck!! how dare you make someone feel unwelcome. how dare you make someone feel like the thing they are excited about and love to make isn’t good enough to be part of this community. oh my god

[misayani]

HONEY (R U COMING?) — SE-MI (PLAYER 380)

◜ pairing ... se-mi / player 380 x  fem reader

◜arrogant and bratty reader (044) recruiting se-mi (380) for the second game

𔗨 author's note — wasn't seeing enough fanfics for my baby so ... [lowercase intended]

"i dont see anyone else that's good enough for us" you hear gyeong-su comment with a huff. 

you're currently standing with three idiots—thanos, gyeong-su, and nam-gyu, slightly distanced from the three with your arms crossed against your chest and while your twirl your hair. 

"yo thanos, what are we going to do?" nam-gyu's irritating voice cut through all the noise of other people communicating.

thanos turned to him, his head bopping, motherfucker's high again. "i don't fucking care man, let them come to us. i mean, who wouldn't want to be with the great thanos!" 

both men chuckled as nam-gyu speaks up once again, "what about you 044? make yourself useful, can't just sit pretty doing nothing eh?".

"and you call yourself useful?" you scoff as you turned around to face the three, eyebrows raised. thanos smirked at you as you sighed, "fine, i'll make myself useful. no one would probably even care to join you, even if you begged." 

"you bitc—" nam-gyu would've reached you already if it weren't for thanos holding him back while cackling at the both of you.

with one last huff, you strutted your way to the crowd, scanning around the room for someone who met your personal standards—hot, unbothered, and most specially, a woman. 

your eyes landed on a person wearing a jacket with the number '380'. with a confident smirk, you walked towards the woman whose back is facing you and talking to someone.

"leave." your voice broke their conversation as they both looked at you. you eyes were darted to the boy specifically, him being the one you told to leave.

"w-what?" the boy stuttered, looking at you bewildered.

you furrow your eyesbrows, taking a step closer to the boy, "do i seriously need to get you hearing aids? i said leave." 

the boy scrambled away before you can even take your second step to him. with a pleased smile, you turned to the utterly attractive woman who looked at you with an amused expression.

"join me." short and straight to the point. you were confidently sure that she would just say yes and come with you— surely, who in their right minds would turn down a pretty girl's offe-

"why should i?" she voices out. oh. my. fucking. god is her voice so alluring. her looks already made your legs feel like jelly and then comes her voice?— yes lord.

snapping out of your fantasies, you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at her with an expression that read 'how dare you?' 

"a-are you serious? why shouldn't you?" you looked at her up and down in attempt to intimidate her, but really just an excuse to check her out.

"can't just expect me to join you after rudely making the boy i was talking to leave, sweetheart." she crosses her arms as she made her way closer.

sweetheart. heat rushed to your cheeks and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

"what do you want me to do then? he doesn't look like someone who's good enough to join forces with in a death game like this anyways." you rebut. 

"and you think you're good enough?" she smirks at you. before you could even utter another word, she straights up and looks down at you—caused by height difference, making you feel small— and chuckles.

"what's your name and give me one good reason why i should join you."

you told her your name, which made you sound too eager for your liking, before you straightened yourself up and flicked you hair to the back.

 "i'll make sure you win. team up with someone who actually looks like they're capable of winning instead of someone who looks like a lost puppy." your eyes darted to the boy she was talking to earlier who was now talking to other people before returning your gaze to her.

she crosses her arms and brings a finger to her mouth to bite down on and stares at you, which made you scream internally. what the fuck. how can someone be this hot?

after some silence between you two, she spoke up "fine. but if i lose, i'll come for you."

huh. 'come for me?' won't be such a bad idea, right? the thoughts made you smirk as you boldy traveled your eyes over her figure. 

"oh, i think you have me mistaken. i won't mind at all if you came for me" your voice sounded innocent, but your words were laced with an obvious innuendo.

"oh?" she smirks. before you could even let her finish her sentence, you speak up once again to avert the topic.

"how will you come for me if you die anyways?" you roll your eyes to try and hide your flustered state. "which, by the way, you won't. my group is decent, me being the best member of course." 

and as if on cue, thanos and the two made their way to the both of you, his annoying voice dominating the noise surrounding you. 

"there you are doll, been lookin for you." you scoff at his words as thanos turns to face 380, which you still don't know the name of, "and who is this señorita?"

you opened your mouth to say something but 380 beat you to it. "se-mi. she recruited me." she says, nodding to you. 

moanable name. you thought.

"really? another woman? you already make this team weak." nam-gyu yaps as he turns to face you, saliva escaping his mouth. filthy.

you scoff as you step away and point your finger at him, "fucking shut your mouth. you haven't done shit to this team. your ass can't fucking talk." 

before a fight between you two broke out, gyeong-su already restrained nam-gyu. thanos whistles, "well. there's that."

the purple-haired man throws his arm over your shoulders and faced nam-gyu. "let's not talk shit now eh? we're a fucking team!" he yells as he raised his free arm up, "try not to kill each other off, we still have games to play."

nam-gyu rolls his eyes and se-mi watches the scene unfold, snickering.

"now come on my folks, come on." thanos frees you from his hold as he walked through the crowd, arms spread as if bragging, with nam-gyu and gyeong-su following.

your lips unsubconsciously turn into a pout as you turned to face se-mi, who was already looking at you.

"cute." she eyes you up and down and starts walking towards thanos' direction. your mouth opens as if you let out a silent gasp at what she said and just stared.

she realized you weren't following so she stopped and turned her head to look at you.

"coming?" she smirks

oh i'm definitely coming.

@misayani

[timmydraker]

Tim had a jumper that doesn’t seem all that special, but to Alfred, Bruce and Dick is incredibly important. Dare they say vital to caring for Tim.

It’s a big wooly thing, once a pale mossy green but now with a hint of brown and white from fading and use. It’s too big for him to the point that the sleeves have to be bunched up when worn and even than they hang over his hands.

It looks like a dress on him, which isn’t help but his naturally slim build.

The jumper is held in such high regard because when Tim puts it on it means that he’s not feeling like he usually does.

His confidence, his snark, his wit, and his mental strength is either hard to reach or impossible.

Tim, in the only instance he actually talked about what was going on when he wasn’t wearing the jumper, said he felt both like a tiny little fish in a giant pond and like his skin was a sheet of paper.

Bruce talked to Dinah about it and said it was most likely a form of mental regression, but Tim refused for it to be called him being ‘little’ or anything that would remind him of being a kid again.

Because he doesn’t act like a kid, but maybe it’s not right to associate Tim Drake with a normal child behaviour pattern. He doesn’t babble or whine or want to watch kids shows like Dinah had suggest he might, but he does go non verbal or only say one or two words in response to pretty much anything.

He puts his jumper on and will just… sit there.

Tim is always moving or thinking, always doing, but when he gets in his ‘jumper state’ as Alfred calls it, he tends to slow down completely and just want to sit somewhere warm and feel the fluff of his carefully maintained jumper.

Sometimes, he seeks out warmth outside of heaters and fires and the sun.

It’s on one of those days when Tim stalks down to the Cave with his jumper on, hair messy over his head and hands held up to his chest in an almost shy manner.

Jason notices him first and simply raises an eyebrow in confusion while Damian scoffs, “What on earth are you wearing, Drake? That looks moldy-“

But Tim doesn’t even look at him, eyes on the floor as he goes over to Bruce at the computer and pokes the older man’s shoulder once before retracting his hand.

Bruce immediately turns and opens his arms, an almost heartbroken look on his face as he lets Tim drawl onto his lap and bury his face in the crook of his neck.

“I’ve got you. Anything in particular or just one of those days?”

Tim speaks in a voice like a husk that Damian and Jason only hear because they’ve come closer and sound travels in the cave, “Janet, birthday.”

Bruce Wayne, The Batman, The Caped Crusader, then fucking coos and kisses his head before rocking him slightly.

“That makes sense. Do you need someone here tonight? I can call Dick or stay myself if you need.”

The two other boys in the room look at each other, shocked to hear Bruce say he will give up a patrol to seemingly cuddle someone.

Tim shakes his head, “Alfred.”

Bruce nods, kissing his head again and saying, “Thank you for coming to me so I can help you. I’m so proud of you for not making yourself go through this alone again.”

It’s not exactly a whine that leaves Tim, but it’s not a word that is Bruce’s answer.

Jason comes forward and awkwardly scratches the back of his head, “I don’t really know what’s going on, but can I like… help or something?”

Bruce smiled as Tim nods against him after a few moments, the boy in his arms turning to reach a hand out for Jason and then strangely patting the hand Jason offers up for him.

Damian, not trying to be rude but needing to understand what is going on, clears his throat and demands, “Explain what is wrong with Drake.”

Luckily Bruce had gotten better at understanding how his son communicates and looks to Tim for permission before answering, “Sometimes Tim needs to… be free of responsibility and just feel like a person for a bit. He isn’t always up for talking and just wants to be around people he trust, and me, Dick and Alfred have managed to convince him to actually come to us when he needs that.”

Bruce smiles at where at where Tim is holding Jason’s hand and swinging it around a bit before feeling over the rough calluses and thick fingers with apparent joy.

Damian frowns a little at his father’s explanation but nods regardless, “Very well, we shall set up the family room for the evening before we head out for patrol.”

Bruce smiled and pulls Damian’s head over to kiss his hairline as he hears Jason mutter, “Weird little guy, aren’t ya?”

Tim hums and pinches his finger and smiling at his older brothers yelp.

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[hardknifeplays]

'*•.¸♡ relationship with könig: headcanons ♡¸.•*'

tags: gn!reader x könig, he's older than you, mostly domestic, nsfw-ish!

NOTE: Please do NOT repost anywhere | reblog, likes, and comments are appreciated! ♡

✧ the beginning of the relationship was a bit difficult, he was so used to the hard and rough military life. knowing he has a higher rank in his team, he treated you like you're his subordinates, not his partner.

✧ he was too commanding until you snapped and brought him back to reality one day. you told him that when he's with you he's not supposed to act and/or treat you the way he treats his soldiers in the field.

✧ that was the first time he saw you snapping at him, and it scared the life out of him. he never thought someone whose figure was so small compared to him could be THAT fiery and going against him.

✧ he was a bit pushy and almost always forced you to do whatever he suggested (about anything, really), and let's say he was not on his best behavior back then. you realized you shouldn't let a man step on you like this, especially when you're his partner.

✧ you dared yourself to be more vocal and direct to him. it worked; you told him where he was wrong and how you wanted him to improve next time. sure, he still made some slip-ups but he definitely got better.

✧ he told you he was sorry for the way he treated you, he was never good with communication. he never wanted to be mean to you, and you saw major changes within him from that point.

✧ he started to show his gentle and clingy side, you almost forgot that this is the same man who was a little too stern to you a few months ago.

✧ morning sex is a MUST, inhaling your natural scent from behind while his hips are drilling against your ass is the best way to start a morning.

✧ his love language is eating together with you. either eating some meals made by you, made by him, or even take-outs, he always wants to eat with you. if you're not hungry? well, he can tell his stomach to hold the hunger a bit just for you.

✧ this man LOVES dirty jokes and puns you throw at him. always get him all flustered and red like a fucking tomato. run your mouth, sweetheart, this Austrian giant is head over heels for you even more! ;)

✧ he's becoming more and more vocal and open about his feelings and thoughts to you, despite feeling extra anxious whenever he did so. soon he realized that you're here to listen to him, and not to judge him.

✧ the most romantic moments happens after work, you're serving him a cup of coffee or tea while he's resting himself on the dinner table. you two will spend the rest of the evening talking about your day, his day, and sometimes some gossips in your or his office. drinking tea while spilling some tea, if you will. 🍵

✧ the man is a massive science nerd 😅 he's subscribing to youtube channels like michael reeves, kurzgesagt, and NileRed. he'd love to watch science documentaries with you until both of you fall asleep.

✧ he loves it when you rely on him. need some new, exclusive collector edition books? he's here to pay, even the hardcover ones! need new lipstick or makeup? take him to sephora and make yourself pretty with his cash, darling. need new PC components? he'll spoil you and make you an amazing PC setup!

✧ besides the material things, he loves you even more when you cling to him like a baby koala when you're anxious or feeling unsafe in general. he loves being a big man for his dearest love.

✧ he's quite busy, and his line of work is highly demanding for his presence. he's a colonel, leading missions and he even goes to his office or shooting range on weekends or holidays. his hard work paid off, and he kept being promoted to higher positions.

✧ loves it when you asks him about his job. what is he doing? what is a “human battering ram”? he's willing to answer some grime questions from you, e.g. is he becoming insensitive to see gruesome death? is human blood really THAT red and fresh? is he afraid of the ghosts of the enemies he had killed? etc.

✧ sometimes he comes home looking frustrated, and it scares you a bit. worried that he'd back to his old self, the overly stern and authoritarian asshole. but then you know that his frustration is not directed at you, but rather to whoever the hell managed to piss him off at the office.

✧ you can soothe him in two ways: calm him down by talking him out through it and bathe him (unless he requests some alone time to sort his thoughts), or being his obedient fucktoy for him to release all that pent-up anger. you choose :)

✧ he'd consume you whole if he sees you with bodycon dress or any tight clothing. it turns him into an animal.

✧ always asks for pictures whenever you're away from him. say things like, "i want to see how well your dress/shirt is hugging your figure, love." ; "you'd look gorgeous with that makeup/style."

✧ plenty of nicknames for you: feisty firecracker, honeybee, sweetface, schnucki (means 'sweetie' in german), schatz, Schmetterling (butterfly), my love, my darling, my dearest angel, my sweet, ... etc.

✧ if you happen to be someone from outside of german speaking country, he'd teach you some german. mostly curses and dirty words, though. hehe.

✧ he'd love to bring you to his hometown in salzburg. he'd take you to makartsteg (lovers lock) bridge and seeing the mountains, and he's so excited to introduce you to local foods and drinks.

✧ he'd love to be your biggest motivator whenever you feel lazy to do something. got some homework or tasks you need to finish, but didn't want to? he'd say, "do it and I'll reward you in the bedroom, schatzi."

✧ if you two are already talking about marriage... he'd be so nervous about meeting your parents, especially if you have extremely different cultures as him. he's a grown man with a great income that surely can sustain you two, which you're sure that your parents wouldn't mind about.

✧ his biggest concern about starting a family with you is your safety, knowing how often he's deployed. being one of the best operators in his team meant he'd constantly be called to missions, sometimes to a region or country that you'd never heard of before. he always tell you to pray for him, so he can come back to you alive AND intact.

✧ he wants three kids. and if that's too much for you, he won't complain either. he just thinks that three is a sweet spot for him.

hehe that's it! hope you enjoy this as much as i do.

━ sincerely, hardknifeplays.

[thegnomelord]

Ahh I love the food thing that you got asked <3 food can have such a special place in our lives it's so precious

Ya think Hound develop concerning eating habits due to Makarov? Due to the whole stressful situation

I just want someone in the 141 to cook him a meal, filled with love and care, maybe Hound is in the kitchen watching them cook it for his own security.

I just want him to have a nice meal 😔

-🐙

I do feel like Hound would have some food hoarding habits or just distrust about eating something he didn't make himself. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten drugged through food...

But the 141 making food communally would be a fun idea lol so here's a quick brain fart :D :

You feel out of place. Well, you're always out of place, but you feel especially out of place sitting at the table while Soap and and Gaz busy themselves by the stove, Price humming to himself to the side as he gets the mugs to make tea. Ghost sits next to you grumbling under his breath, both of you in 'time-out' — you hadn't done anything (save for not being trusted around anything sharp), it's Ghost that had gone and microwaved beans in the can. Now Johnny swears up and down the microwave is possessed.

Your eyes flicker between Soap and Gaz, watching them cook you don't even know what. The only British 'cuisine' you know of is the cremated steaks Price would sometimes make you before. . . that. But nothing the two are making smells nearly as bad as the charred hockey pucks Price would feed you and Simon.

"Hey!" Your brought out of your thoughts in time to see Kyle swat away Price's hand with his spatula. "Don't you dare cap! I'm not about to get rained on because of your bad cooking." You hadn't considered Gaz could take charge, too soft in your eyes, but you're surprised by how tight of a ship he runs when he's by the stove.

"Alright, alright." Price huffs while Ghost lets out an amused huff. He's not quite laughing, but you can see the subtle tremor of his shoulders in silent laughter.

That gets Soap to point a spoon in Ghost's direction. "Oh yer one te fockin' giggle. Mr. 'ah cursed the damn microwave with me beans'."

"Sod off." Simon grunts, but there's no edge to his words. Soap tuts, but soon enough starts off rambling about something you're not quite able to follow along to when your eyes once again focus on where their arms are, how they move, paying especially close attention any time they rest them by their sides (even though realistically you doubt they'd try to drug the same food they'd eat).

You still tense when you feel Price's hand on your back, only now noticing that you'd started hunching your back, your shoulders raised closer to your ears. "You're alright, straighten your spine, sweetheart." His voice is calm, his hand warm as he applies gentle pressure on your back until you straighten back out. "There you go, good man." He rumbles, hand going up to ruffle your hair before he pulls away before his touch can turn into stinging pain to your skin.

You blink as a plate full of food is placed in front of you. The food smells good and doesn't look like it had been cremated, made with care you don't deserve. "I. . ." You don't know why but your throat feels clogged, like someone had poured hot tar into your mouth and forced you to swallow, the collar around your throat constricting your breathing even more.

Simon's shoulder bumps into yours, "If you don't eat that I will." The childish threat makes you breathe out a small laugh.

"Aye, the bastard's like Henry the hoover, he'll eat anything." Soap supplies as he sits down opposite of you with his own plate. Though you get the impression he's talking about himself when he stabs a sausage with a fork and almost inhales the entire thing.

"Mhm," You grunt, taking the fork. "I don't doubt it." You stab a piece of black pudding. It tastes earthy, but the small coppery tang of blood sizzles down your nerves, but fuck it tastes good.

"Look at that, is it good?" Kyle chuckles as he watches your facial features shift as you swallow the food, his own face that of pride like he already knows your answer, but you nod your head all the same.

[bambisnc]

do i wanna know? [ft. j.sc]

@ sungchan : i FUCKING dare you to pull this blanket one. more. time. @ y/n : your wish is my command cutie 😋😝

pairing : significant annoyance!sungchan x f!reader genre : fluffy + crack cw/tw : there's only one bed :O + swearing + uneditted wc : 1K LETS GAUUURR

the newest addition on your list of things you despise about jung sungchan : how he felt no qualms at all when breaking the ONE rule you had established.

do not cross the boundary of pillows you had meticulously arranged on the queen bed that you had the misfortune of sharing with him i.e., stay away from you as much as possible.

another addition on your list was the way his arms were wrapped around your waist in a way that caused your chest to be pressed against his back in a far too intimate embrace for someone who rarely let go of any opportunities to pick (petty) fights with you. 

the fact that a small part of you, the same part which kept trying to make your breathing just a little quieter so as to not wake him up, wanted to simply go back to sleep just so you could stay enveloped in his comfort for a little longer is completely irrelevant. 

when you think back to the events of the previous few nights, you can’t help but feel slightly murderous intentions towards your so-called best friend, yujun. 

it’s all her fault, really, if you think about it. 

why did she have to go and find a boyfriend? especially when said boyfriend, shotaro, just so happened to be best friends with the literal bane of your entire existence.

why did they have to book a romantic getaway and then end up being busy when the date of the trip arrived? and why, you asked the heavens, why must they have given both you AND sungchan keys to the room??

the lack of communication between the couple was definitely going to be the reason for your untimely demise. 

so far, the one sole highlight of your trip had been the utter shock on sungchan’s face when you walked into the lobby of the fancy hotel, late evening. you’d greeted him with a tight smile, in an attempt to act civilly. 

that went downhill rather fast. but to be fair; you did have your reasons...

…they were threefold. 

first, when you mentioned that you wouldn’t feel too comfortable asking the reception for an extra room and asked him to do it for you, he went off on some kind of a rant saying he wasn’t obligated to do anything you told him. 

when you pointed out that with how defensive he was being, it was almost as if he wanted to share a room with you; he only rolled his eyes and pushed his tongue against his cheek in that ever so annoying way of his. 

you could’ve almost sworn he said something about being .. denser than a .. neutron star? okay astronomy nerd

second, over the days, sungchan had for some reason taken to being stuck to your person like glue. he followed you all over as you were exploring the facilities of the hotel and eventually even dropped in on what were supposed to have been quiet meals where you basked in the delight of your own company; all the while spitting out teasing quips and comments to you.

and there were those out of nowhere, not-so-fleeting touches of his too. playful (??) little shoves, moving your hair away from your face (in an obviously condescending way. right?) etc. you chose to not pay much attention to those.

until, that is, the kitchenette incident occurred. 

while trying to pour yourself a glass of water (because how would you be able to properly pay back each and every one of sungchan’s infuriating actions if you weren’t hydrated?), you can only assume you’d somehow been blocking the narrow walkway into the room. 

which had then led him to move you to the side with a hand on your waist, almost as if with practiced ease. 

no you did not take almost a whole day to process this.

but the third reason is the one you can safely assume to have been the most fatal for you.

the way he insisted on not letting you take the couch but also refusing to sleep on it himself. 

c’mon we’re both mature, smart people he’d said we can sleep in the same bed for a couple days, no? unless.. you think you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself, hmm~?

you had thrown a pillow right at him; to wipe off that infuriating smirk off of his face. 

it didn’t work at all. -

the warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the windows coaxes you out of your reverie. all of your senses are suddenly hyper aware of how soft sungchan’s skin feels against yours and how the soft breaths he lets out against your neck have your hair standing on end.

you’re especially aware of how his grip around your waist tries to pull you in closer, as if you weren’t already millimeters away from basically becoming one with him. 

he shuffles around a bit more before you realize he’s waking up.

you immediately allow your eyes to close and attempt to relax all your tense muscles to look as if you were still asleep. maybe you just can’t bear to face how he would react.

“y/n….?”

he still hasn’t moved his arm.

“what are you- SHIT.”

there it is. he pulls away like you’re somehow physically hurting him. 

“oh thank god you’re still asleep. lord knows you wouldn’t have hesitated to actually fight me if you were awake right now.”

…. is he not aware that he’s quite literally 6’1 and with muscles for days?

“i just…” he sighs “i wish i could just hug you properly. preferably after i confessed and you accepted to let me be yours.”

what. 

“i suppose, in my heart, i technically already am. i just wish you could be mine too.

………..

….. y/n ….? i could've sworn your face didn’t look this red earlier? ……………

oh my god.”

he’s gentle with his movements as he moves your body so that if you were to open your eyes you’d be face to face with his. 

“you’re awake aren’t you?”

notes : ill be honest this was originally meant for chanhee.... but sungchan broke into my house (mind) and said i think tf nawt! + [m.list] song rec : do i wanna know - arctic monkeys

𐙚 . regulars : @x0llaz @nicholasluvbot @totheseok @mellowdyverse @fae-renjun ⋆

[holylulusworld]

Gap Filler (2)

Summary: Lack of communication leads to fallout.

Pairing: Walter Marshall x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, Walter being a douche, break-up, mentions of break-ups, amends, angry reader, unplanned pregnancy

A/N: A short drabble to the miniseries.

Gap Filler (1)

Walter feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s pacing the room, driving the lab assistant crazy. She huffs and shakes her head. Not only does Walter ask for an unauthorized analysis, but he also gets on her nerves.

“Sir, the results won’t come faster if you keep on walking holes into the ground. It will take as long as it takes.”

“I’ll be back in half an hour and need the results by then,” he huffs and turns to leave. “I know you’re not happy that I called in a favor. This is an important, life-changing event. So please, hurry up. I need to be sure if I bring something for the baby too.”

She furrows her brows but says nothing. Three years ago, Walter did her a favor without asking questions. She will do the same for him to pay him back and to be even with the grumpy detective.

“Half an hour,” she nods. “Got it.”

“…and?” Walter expectantly looks at the lab assistant. He never felt so much pressure on him before. Not even while on the hunt for a killer. “Please tell me you have the result for me.”

“Here.” She hands Walter the results. “Now we are even. Never ask me to do something like this ever again. I could lose my job.”

“If you forget about the test and the results, we are even.” He looks at the results. His heart jumped for a second before he remembered what he said to you only a few days ago.

“Detective.” She nods and turns back toward her equipment. “You shouldn’t waste more time. She’s on the way to start a new life far away from you.”

Walter huffs. The last thing he needs is someone telling him that he fucked up big time. He already knows there’s no way you’ll forgive him.

“Can I help you, sir?” The clerk at the shop asks. She’s looking at Walter standing in front of a shelf. He looks left and right, unsure what to buy. “Sir?”

“Hmm…” Walter dips his head to look at her. He has his arms crossed over his chest as he tries to decide on a gift hamper. “I need a gift for…” He sniffs and looks back at the shelf. “…my pregnant girlfriend. It should say, I’m sorry and happy to become a dad at the same time.”

She frowns. “You want to apologize with a baby gift hamper? Sir, I don’t know your girlfriend well, but that’s not the best gift for an angry pregnant woman.”

“How do you wanna know?” He cocks his head to watch her look at the shelf herself. “I want her to know that I’m happy about the baby and that I’m sorry for saying all those stupid things.”

She huffs now. “You are always sorry, aren’t you? Men are all the same. Do you believe a half-hearted apology and a random gift will make things up to her? How dare you come back to her to do it all over again!”

“Whoa, I didn’t ask for your opinion or help. If you’d excuse me now,” Walter angrily says. He glares at the clerk, pissed at her cocky attitude. “Whatever crawled up your ass is not my fault or problem. Nice customer service.”

He’s too angry to focus on buying anything at the shop. Walter storms out of the shop, squaring his jaw. The young woman at the shop wasn’t wrong. Walter hurt you beyond repair, and this can’t be fixed with a fucking gift hamper.

“I’ll take two, no, three of these.” Walter points at the flower baskets. “No, this is stupid. Give me your prettiest bouquet of peonies. She loves them.”

He looks around the flower shop, frowning deeply. There’s a beautiful orchid and a large cactus next to it. Walter shakes his head and laughs. “An impossible match,” he murmurs before pointing at the plants. “I changed my mind. I’ll take these two.”

Packing up your things to move out of your home feels wrong. You learned to love your apartment and turned it into a cozy home for you.

Not so long ago, you had hoped Walter would move in with you one day.

All your hope got shattered the day he told you Rachel is back and that he wants to try again. Your heart broke, and you mourned the life you could’ve had if only Walter felt the same.

Now you’re going to raise the life growing inside of you alone, far away from the friends you made and your beloved home.

“Well, this can’t be helped,” you murmur while rubbing your belly. There’s no swelling yet, but soon enough people will know you’re expecting. “We are going to do this all on our own, bean. Don’t worry. Your mommy is going to give you all the love you’ll need.”

For a few moments, you allow yourself to be sad about the breakup. You cry, you scream, and then you get up to pack up a few more things.

Walter is a nervous wreck. He paces in front of your apartment, the cactus, orchid, and a baby gift hamper in his arms.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Walter curses himself for being a fool. If only he knew that you never wanted to leave him for a better position.

How could he be so blind? How could he not see that your feelings for him were true?

His instinct should’ve told him you are not going to leave him. Instead, he ignored his instinct and listened to the nagging voice in the back of his mind.

“FUCK!” One last time, he takes a deep breath before knocking at your door, using his right elbow.

“Hello, what can I—” You stiffen when your eyes meet Walter’s blue eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I should ask you the same!” He huffs. “I told you so often to not open the door before checking who’s on the other side.”

You huff. “This is how you want to start this conversation? Really, Walter?” He smirks when you put your hands on your hips to glare at him. “What brings you here? Do you want to make sure I’m leaving? Maybe Rachel needs a new apartment, and you want mine.”

“Baby,” he hesitantly says. “Rachel is not, and never will be, a part of my life. She wanted to return for a few months, but we didn’t stay in touch. I lied, believing you want to leave me too. I was hurt and believed hurting you would make me feel better.”

You narrow your eyes. “For a smart detective, you are dumb as a brick.” Slamming the door in his face, you huff. “FUCK YOU!”

“Baby? Uh—will you at least let me explain things? Please?” He knocks at your door again, using his foot this time. “Y/N, please open the door. The cactus is poking my chest, and the orchid looks like it's scared of me.”

You’re tempted to open the door, almost giving in as he keeps talking. “No.”

“Please, at least take the plants. You see, the pretty one is you, soft and sweet. The large, ugly beast is me, rough and grumpy. Even though they are so different, he loves the pretty orchid.” He sighs deeply. “And he hopes that the pretty flower loves him too…”

Walter listens closely. He sucks in a breath when you curse behind the door.

“Baby, I know about the baby,” Walter continues. “I know what I did and said was unforgivable, but please talk to me…”

[throwawayhero]

hii!! could u please do headcannons for katsuki in a relationship with a trans man reader?? Tysm!!

Of course lovely! And thank you so much for sending in a request! Please feel free to correct any mistakes that I make, but I'll try my best! I wasn't exactly sure how to make the hc's specifically relationship orientated, so it's sort of a thin line sorry! c/w; afab, lgbtqia+, course language, menstruation, no quirks mentioned

He honestly had no clue you were trans when the two of you met for the first time. He had no reason to. And tbh, he didn't give a fuck when you told him. He sort of just.. shrugged and moved on? Nothing more, nothing less. But if you weren't already out when you met him and you realised how you truly felt a bit into the friendship.. he still didn't give a fuck! He accepted you, obviously, and he 'encouraged' you, in his own way, to test things out.

"Okay? Fuck does that have to do with me?"

He especially liked helping you pick out clothes. When asked to go with you to go clothes shopping, he would complain and tell you to get someone else to go with you.. but he would still grab his keys and rush you out the door (: (That's why your style is majorly inspired by his.)

When you told him what your new name was, he immediately said that it was better than your other "shitty ass" name. He also changed your contact name as soon as he could.

When you got your first masc hair cut you didn't tell him beforehand, so when you bumped into him and surprised him with it he stared at it for a good minute with a frown before saying that it looked better than the "rats nest" you had before. Bonus points if you did any form of bleaching and/or dyeing it, he says it makes you look less boring.

"At least now you look like you actually have a personality."

If he catches someone calling/referring to you by your deadname, whether it was intentional or not, he's onto their ass IMMEDIATLEY and he is NOT polite about it. He will sass them tf up.

"Who's that? Oh, you mean ****, right?" "Come again?" / "Excuse you?" / "Pardon?"

Kinda had no idea what binders were before you told him what they were used for. Insisted you got ones with cool designs and called you boring for getting solid colour ones only.

Genuinely became so much more involved with the LGBTQIA+ community because of you. His first Mardi Gras was a night he will literally never forget, for both good and bad reasons. If you dare MENTION a feather boa, he'll start having flashbacks.

He doesn't put that much thought into his sexuality. He's just the type of person to not gaf, yk? Call him what you want, he wasn't gonna sit there and confirm or deny. He just knew that he had been attracted to girls and guys his whole life, regardless of the extra stuff.

When you got your period for the first time around him he was pretty neutral about it. When you mentioned the dysphoria it gave you he did try his best to console you, but it just ended up making you laugh. He really did try to keep you distracted, even if he struggled exponentially. He let you use his Netflix to watch a movie/TV show while you hung out. ACTUALLY understood that cramps hurt like a bitch and gave you pain relief and snacks.

"Jeans cannot be comfortable for you right now, ya masochist."

Went with you to every T-shot appointment. He wasn't obvious about it but he always made sure that his hand was there for you to hold if you got paranoid about the needle hurting. Noticed the effects quicker than everyone else and claimed that he "won" at being the most supportive.

"You guys suck at this."

He helped you save up for top & bottom surgery and surprised you with the rest of the money you needed on a random Tuesday night. He'd never admit it but he "almost" teared up at the sight of how happy you were that night. And you'll pretend like you never saw the tear roll down his cheek.

[olderthannetfic]

I don't get my fandom. They want more queer rep. The main cast is a bisexual femme woman with a preference for women, an aroace gender-indifferent AMAB man, a genderfluid all-pronouns using AMAB person with a beard who wears a dress, and a biromantic asexual bigender AMAB man who is agender + male. The supporting cast has a lesbian girl, a middle-aged ace het woman living semi-romantically with another woman who is the main cast's (emotional) adoptive mom, and a ambiguously queer character whose gender is never really confirmed or discussed.

A big criticism I also see is "the writing team is all cishet". One, we don't know that, someone could be closeted. Two, why is that a problem? I think it's great that they went, "this makes sense for who this character is. We don't have to force them to be cishetallo just because that's what you normally see in animation. Web animation can be different. This is who this person is and that's fine."

I'm 19. I talked to my half brother, who is 38, about this and he actually choked on his coffee. He said when he was my age, nothing like this was easily accessible for him. It would have been jaw-dropping representation for him. I asked about the writers being cishetallo and he said, "who fucking cares? I would've moved Heaven and Earth to see these characters hanging out and just fucking existing back then!"

I know you get a metric fuckton of asks, but I'd love to hear your take on this. You've been in the queer community way longer than I have (I've barely started interacting with queer people IRL; I grew up in rural Wyoming) and I do wonder what this debacle looks like to people in other age groups. I'd also be curious to know what older people would've thought if they'd seen this friend group in media when they were younger. I know it means a lot to me. But I feel like I don't get what it would have meant back then.

--

Well, written up like this, it might get an eye-roll for sounding like Captain Planet casting. (You know "One of A and one of B and one of C" in a way that feels kind of forced.)

But yes, I think most older queer people when looking at the actual canon would be like "Sweet! A cast full of queer characters!"

I grew up somewhere shockingly liberal for the 90s next door to some old, married lesbians (who still live there, as it happens). It still sucked for teenagers. I had an okay time, but I was always hearing about other teens having an awful time even as the adults in the same communities did okay. And that's a very, very good version of what it was like in the 90s.

I did have access to queer media, vastly more access than most teens had. It was still mostly art films, boring coming out memoir, and The Pain of Being a Minority serious literature. What I wanted was genre fiction with a romance b-plot between queer characters I found hot. There was a bit of that, but not much.

I don't know that I personally would have killed for the exact set of queer rep in a modern show, but that makes sense. There are plenty of identities that present about the same but where people have internal reasons for choosing one or another. There are different forces making one queer identity or another more embattled at a given point in time. So while broadly similar queer people have always existed, there actually are fads in identity to an extent. (This is different from "wharrgarbl, the blue hairs with their pronouns!!!", which is just people being ahistorical assholes.) Modern media does and should reflect these differences. It might be for me, but it's going to be for 40-something me, not teenage me if it's coming out right now. If it's for current teens, it's not for teen me.

But yeah, in a general sense, I agree with your brother: "Damn, we have so much today! That's cool!"

The kvetching is usually people being angry that it's not representing their exact slice of queerness instead of someone else's. Or, let's be honest, a lot of it is "You didn't make my ship happen! How dare?!" dressed up as activism.

...

One thing I will say is that teenagers were extremely dramatic in my day too, and black-and-white thinking was just as common. Looking a gift horse in the mouth is not new. Yes, your fandom is full of idiots, but I wouldn't read too much into it.

[allfearstofallto]

A, D, K, L, N, T, U for Diluc?

Finally!! Some good fucking food around here!!

TW: voyeurism, masturbation (m.), BDSM, Hair pulling, Double Penetration, Anal

ABSOLUTELY 18+ MINORS DNI

A ftercare - What they're like after sex

You're treated like royalty before, during, and especially after the act. Don't you dare try to get up to get something, Diluc's got it. You're to lie there and rest. You just gave yourself to him, how could he ever let you do things on your own when you've pleasured him so much.

Diluc asks for feedback as well during this time. With your head pressed against his chest, he'll stroke your hair while wanting to know what he could improve on. He believes that it's good to communicate about these things, the talking makes it even better the next time.

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

A secret voyeur, Diluc hates the fact that he likes to watch you at your most vulnerable moments. Taking your baths and in various states of undress. Or even when you're fully clothed and just doing tasks around the house. There's something about watching you with you not knowing that he's there. He's sure if he'd asked, you let him, but it feels better when it's real. When you look around feeling the prickle of someone's eyes on you that you can't see, but when you notice that the area is empty, you brush it off to just nerves. But it's not just nerves. Diluc is there, palming his cock while watching you.

K ink - One or more of their kinks

Diluc often wondered why you complimented his hair so much. Telling him how soft and silky it was and that you were jealous of it. You'd rake your fingers through his locks, one day being extra playful you'd tug it, pulling his head to the side. A soft moan left his lips, surprising the both of you.

Later in the bedroom that night, he'd ask you to pull his hair again. And again and again, until you have those red locks wrapped around your hand, pulling at it to make him gasp out in pleasure.

L ocation - Favorite places to do the do

His office is a personal favorite of his. You slip into the room as he's stressed from work, a pen in his hand and the stack of papers miles high, and you'd slip your clothes off. If not for the fact that he had you around, he never would've never known how many places in the boring, little room could be used for sex, but he'd taken you on almost every surface.

Bending you over his desk, pressing your pretty face against the book shelf as he took you from, sitting in his desk chair while your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The possibilities were endless. It was to the point where he couldn't go into the room without his cock hardening, imagining what new ways you'd come and take him.

N o - Something they wouldn't do, turn offs

As much as Diluc loves dominating you when you ask him to, he can't bring himself to harm you past a certain point. You can beg him, be rougher, go harder, but there is a limit for him. He knows his strength and he sees you as fragile. His love for you puts a cap on what he's willing to do to you that he sees as painful.

He will spank your ass, firm smacks, but nothing hard enough to leave marks. Nothing that would actually hurt you. But if you ask him to hold your cheeks and smack you across the face, he hesitates, his hips stopping inside you as he asks if there's absolutely anything else he can do for you instead. Something that won't hurt you.

T oys - Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

He has a few, per your request, but none that he actually uses. Anything he's bought, he's bought because you've asked for them. At first he felt self conscious, he already thought he wasn't satisfying you enough during sex, but once he saw the way you'd use those toys in unison with, he found the appeal of them.

A dildo for double penetration was one that he used often. His cocked buried deep in your ass while the plastic dick fucked your cunt. He'd be trusting them both in at the same time, changing the pace to see what made you mewl the most. When you came, clenching around both lengths, he would grit his teeth. He'd follow you soon after in orgasm, filling your ass with cum.

U nfair - How much they like to tease

Teasing you? Never. He can't hold himself back from you long enough to do it. If you beg sweetly with those plush lips, he's immediately puddy in your hands, doing whatever you ask.

But you teasing him. It happens constantly and he loves it. Rubbing your clothed ass against him, getting him nice and hard before telling him that you'd rather be shopping instead. He'll bite back the urge to ask you to keep going, knowing that you'll sweetly say no. And you'll do this all day. A lift of your skirt here, bending over to expose your chest there. He's practically shaking when at the dinner table, you drop your fork, insisting on going down to pick it up yourself, only to run fingers up his thigh.

[ghcstao3]

OMG I NEED YOU TO WRITE THE NEIGHBOURS GHOSTSOAP FIC PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE PLEASE PL

(part 1)

-

Ghost wakes up to the sound of someone knocking on his front door—to which he feels the need to frown at, because he hadn’t been expecting any visitors.

When he grumpily swings open the door to find John on the other side, his irritation subsides, just a little.

“Mornin’!” John greets, his grin far too bright for—Ghost lifts his wrist and squints down at his watch—nine in the morning. “Brought you something. Or, well. My Mam made them so I could bring you—“

Ghost raises a tired hand to wag his finger and point at the container in John’s hands, asking in lazy movements, “What is it?”

“Oh!” John blinks. He thrusts the container into Ghost’s unoccupied hand, and somehow his smile grows tenfold. “Tattie scones. Wasn’t sure what you might like, so. Went with something simple.”

Ghost squints at John a moment, before swallowing a yawn as he offers a mumbled thank you and pries open the lid. He holds it out to John, but he just shakes his head.

“I have my own. Just wanted to apologize for the noise.”

Ghost nods, stuffs a scone in his mouth, closes the lid. He then steps aside and gestures for John to enter the flat because he supposes it’s courtesy, and if he’s making tea for one he may as well offer for another.

John follows with a shrug.

“Tea?” Ghost asks. Then pauses, considering, before he scrunches his nose and signs instead, “Coffee?”

John barks a laugh, shaking his head again. “I won’t force you to make coffee if you hate it. Just water, if that’s okay?”

Ghost obliges, traversing his kitchen as John sits politely at the island. He feels eyes on his back all the while he fetches the water and puts on a kettle, but for once Ghost doesn’t feel unnerved by the sensation. In fact, dare he say he feels almost… comforted.

They sit in silence a while as the water boils and even a while after, nothing more than the shriek of the kettle to break it, and Ghost’s quiet compliments to John’s mother for the scones.

After a few tentative sips of tea and a refill for John, Ghost ventures to begin signing a question that had plagued him since meeting his neighbour.

He only mouthes the words as he signs, rediscovering that comfort in silent communication that he’d had to abandon in his retirement if only for not having anyone left to share it with.

“How did you…” Ghost pauses, wincing slightly as he questions, “…have you always been deaf?”

John’s smile has since dimmed considerably, though it’s no less friendly. He only uses sign for about half of what he says, and if Ghost could guess, it’s likely a clashing mix of habits.

“Not always,” John says. “I was in the military. Specialized in demolitions, got too close to an explosion, though my hearing was already shite by then. Had to retire early, but so is life, I guess.”

Ghost smiles weakly. “We’re not so different, then.”

John’s eyebrows knit together with curiosity, so Ghost takes the invitation to continue. Normally, he doesn’t think he’d ever be so open with a near complete stranger—but sharing that background, somehow it seems… easier.

He knows Price would be a right smug bastard about this if he knew.

“Also military. Retired from injury. Knee is fucked.”

John snorts. “I’m sure that’s one way of putting it.”

Ghost shrugs. They fall back into comfortable, companionable silence until John announces he should go, he does have work to attend to.

“What do you do?” Ghost can’t help but wonder.

“Boring office stuff from home,” John tells him. “Art commissions on the side, if I’m up to it. You?”

Ghost huffs. “Working on it,” he mutters. He doesn’t particularly care for John knowing about that.

The man seems to understand anyway, but says nothing of it. He just thanks Ghost again for the company, Ghost thanks him for the scones, and they bid each other a good rest of their day.

It’s weird—as Ghost hears John’s door shut across the hall, he finds he already misses his presence.

Maybe he should dig up some of his mum’s old recipes and return the favour. It’s definitely not an excuse, or anything like that, just… friendly neighbour activities.

Yeah. That’s all it is.

[sportswriters]

so obvious - j. kotkaniemi

pairing: jesperi kotkaniemi x female!reader | a, f | situationship to lovers | wc: 1.4k | warnings: emotional constipation, kind of idiots to lovers, reader is not a blonde white skinny wag (i’m sorry y’all keep scrolling if you mind it), mentions of sex | 🖊: namu

“y/n, of course i like you. what kind of question is that?”

after a night out, you got back to your apartment with jesperi. you locked in your pain as much as you could to at least try to enjoy hanging out with his teammates. they were cool, this is not about them, far from it. the guys were fun, and so were their wives and girlfriends. that’s what triggered you the most, why would jesperi invite you to a place where everyone had their significant other? something was not clicking.

“then why are you scared of dating me?”

“dating? is it not obvious that's exactly what we're doing? we spend a lot of time together, i don't get your point.”

you were shocked he could be so oblivious. you weren’t used to showing your feelings very often, being insecure for things that happened in the past that made you prioritize being vocal. jesperi was aware of how you felt about this whole situationship, which worked, but his mixed signals were making you mad.

jesperi was the complete opposite. he’s affectionate, he’s touchy, but these actions turned his communication little to none. his idea of friends with benefits has shown to be more like a relationship without the title. what’s the difference between what you have and what his friends have with their significant other? 

“my point is that whatever we have only works when we're alone. it's been three months, jesperi, three months and just today you introduced me as a friend to your teammates. i could be literally any other girl.”

“don't say that. you know it's not true.” he dared to be offended.

“do i? do i, really? because i need words, i need sentences that speak louder than your actions. you touch me like i'm the only one that matters, then you go out there and act like i'm just anyone. you touch me, jesperi… you touch me like you love me, but i know you don't. in fact, just as you said, it should be obvious by now, right?”

“y/n, i… i don’t know if i can give you what you want. i thought it was enough.”

“don't you dare say that to me. you don't get to lock yourself in your own head and then tell me i’m asking for too much. your damn toothbrush is in my bathroom right now, jesperi! why would i give you small spaces around my place if i didn't mean it?”

he didn't fight back. he stood there, looking everywhere but at you.

“i'm sorry if i ended up falling for a made up version of you. but i'm serious when i say that i don't want to be with someone who's not ready to be as committed as i am,” you said, doing your best to not let your voice waver. “i’m going out for a while, i need you to pack up your stuff and go. you know where to leave your key.”

you changed your boots for a pair of more comfortable shoes and grabbed your purse again. not a word from him, still. you bit your lip and shook your head in disappointment, going for the door. but as soon as you got there, jesperi softly called your name.

“yeah?”

“just… be safe, okay?”

you frowned, but nodded your head anyways, trying to fight the urge to argue again. the urge to beg him to make you stay. he didn't.

“i'll try.”

***

after pondering for half an hour, jesperi couldn't handle the silence. he couldn't handle the emptiness of that apartment without you — the safe space you let him join, just for him to ruin everything. so he called seth, well aware what reaction he would get for reaching out so late.

“are you fucking kidding me, kk? it's two in the morning.”

“y/n left. we had a situation.”

“y/n? oh, your wife?”

“she's not my wife, well, guess that was the problem.”

“wait, what the hell is going on?”

“she got disappointed because i introduced her as a friend to you guys earlier.”

“you know that no one believed that for a second, right? you were obviously in love out there.”

“what?”

“kk, it's two a.m., i don't know if i didn't tell you already.” seth sighed. “are you for real? you let her go because you can't commit?”

jesperi went silent.

“shit. you are stupid. just… just call her, alright? man up a little, don't lose something special just for the sake of being dumb.”

“yeah, i guess i really messed up.”

“you guess? jesperi, do you love y/n?”

“i do. so much. damn, i love her for real.”

“then go get her and let me fucking sleep! i have practice tomorrow, do not wake me up again, loser.”

then he hung up, leaving jesperi alone with his own epiphany.

***

when you returned home, jesperi was sleeping on your side of the bed. he looked like he just fell asleep, which was weird for two reasons: the sun was already up and you realized you knew him well enough to notice his breathing pattern. jesperi didn’t look relaxed at all.

you took your time in the shower, wondering what to say when the dreaded conversation arised. you loved that man, you knew he was being dumb. seth gave you the confirmation a few hours ago with the text: “that dumbass thinks he’s fooling someone. don’t believe any situationship shit talk he tries to pull up. kk loves you, it’s fucking obvious.”

you found him properly seated when you got back. he had these puppy eyes staring at you, biting his lips like it’s the only thing that could save him. oh, you wanted to hear what he had to say. it was funny, to be honest. he looked lost a few hours without you after the final word.

“hi.”

“hi, sorry i woke you up.”

“it’s alright, wasn’t really sleeping. just realized i sleep better when i’m with you.” he gulped.

you rolled your eyes, trying to hold a smile.

“yeah? realized anything else while i was gone?”

jesperi patted the bed, silently asking you to come closer.

“i thought you knew i loved you all this time,” he said in such a forward way that made you stop abruptly, still standing near the bed. “what? is it such a surprise?”

“no, it’s just weird to hear you say it.”

“what do you mean? are you cringing with the fact that this dumbass right here loves you so much?”

“alright, alright. keep going!” you couldn’t help but laugh.

as soon as you got closer, you reached for his hand, sending a green light for him to get comfortable. jesperi clearly took a deep breath after feeling your warmth again.

“i don’t believe we started it wrong, but i guess we should’ve updated some stuff sooner,” he ponders. “i panicked for whatever reason, i don’t know, i don’t want to be a bad memory for you.”

“i get it. that’s why i value being vocal… i need us to be on the same page so things like these don’t happen again.”

“of course i love you, of course i want to show you off. look—”

he was about to hold your waist, then stopped.

“go on, baby.” you laid back, bringing him down with you. he seemed to be going through it without touching you properly.

he hovered over you, holding his weight to look over your face. he trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck while his left hand caressed your waist softly.

“how gorgeous, how clever, how fucking hot you are. sorry for being stupid enough to not be vocal about how amazing it is to be with you. how amazing it is to be your man.”

you lifted one of your hands to cup his face, loving every second of this.

“i love you too. jarvy was right though, you can’t fool anyone.”

jesperi threw his head back with a frustrated groan, “oh, do not mention this loser when i’m so vulnerable and so close to fucking you, please! such a turn off!”

he tried to back up, but you went along, now being the one on top.

“you were the loser for a few hours, so there’s a lot to make up for.” you grinned.

“a lot?”

“can’t take it?”

he watched you for a second, something twitching in his eyes. his hold tightened around you.

“spicy. guess it’s that time of the day where i make you forget your own words, right?”

[velvet-paradox]

Stay (ch. 6)

An explanation - A celebration - Jealousy is a hell of a drug - An acquaintance has arrived Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, strong language.

You didn't speak to König for three days. Your only communication to the man was eye contact, or eye rolls to be honest. You even closed the door last night, sick of hearing him snore louder than the before.

At least someone was getting some rest in this damn place.

Tonight though, as you got ready for bed, just about to close the door when it suddenly stopped and opened violently. König stared you down.

"Nein. Not tonight."

You went to grab for the door silently as König huffed in annoyance. "Will you talk to me? You need to talk to me."

"I don't need to do shit!" You shouted and tried again for the door, only to have The Collector do what he does best and collected your body. He picked you up, arms pinned to your sides and sat you down on your bedding. Kicking and squirming did absolutely nothing when he held you down.

"Listen to me now, I will not have this kind of obedience. I let you throw your little tantrum for three days now, it will not go beyond that, understood?"

Your breathing changed, hitched up in your throat like a dog with a bone. You writhed beneath his hands and stilled when he switched up his hold, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head with one while the other pointed at your nose. Like he'd pointed at Ada.

You didn't realize what you do in that moment but seeing your saliva make land on his mask, gliding down your heart dropped. He'd punish you for sure. Lock you up. Put you down.

"My dear pet," König sighed angrily and lowered his face down to yours, straddling your legs. "I understand you are angry with me. I can feel the rage in your body, in your eyes. But you must speak with me."

"Why?" tears started to form, clouding your vision. He was still scary of course, still intense but he sounded earnest. And that somehow was way worse. He hurt you. You hurt him. This back and forth, push and pull, give and take was a walking disaster.

"Bitte, stop crying."

"You did this! I want you to know, you did this to me. I don't know who I am more angrier at; you or me. You for leading me o-on, with your soft words and your raw vulnerability, you manipulated m-me. Or myself, how naïve I could be into believing you!" You cried out.

"I did not lie to you. I feel and care for you, pet. I do I-"

"Then why you were in bed with another woman? We saw each other. You and Ada and Soap… Ghost. All of you with her. Is that what goes on around KorTac? fucking dog pile orgies?" Your stomach flipped when he sat back, taking his weight away from you. "I thought… I thought we shared something."

"We did, pet. I care only for you, I protect the ones I care about and you are now one of them."

"So, so if you didn't care for me I'd be in Ada's position? Like Ghost said? I would be for consumption."

"It is not like that, I promise."

"Stop it!" you sat up, tears clumped in your lashes, bile in your throat, pain making you dizzy that you would even feel this way about your captor. "All your promises, all your lies. If you cared so much for me then what were you doing in there with them if not having sex? What we did was something unheard of, it was bold and new. It felt like so much more and I've never felt that close to someone and in the same breath so used and discarded as I felt seeing you with her."

"Forgive me. She is not what I want," König pushed himself off your bed and began to pace the length of the room. His voice cracked. "I can't… I- If you dare tell anyone what I am about to say I will kill you. You've seen me do it before, I am not mute to it as you know. More than a punishment. I will carve my name into that pretty little face of yours if I so much as a hear a mouse squeak about it, ja? Answer me." "Fine." He fixed you with a glare and stopped in his tracks. "Okay, okay. What is so damn important and secret?"

….

"I panicked."

It was strange, this feeling coiling in your belly. The Collector was a monster, to be feared, to obey. You gave money freely without question because who would ever think to stand up to him. He had been doing this for a very long time, with no end in sight.

"Everything I have ever been dealt, had the honor of having, crumbles into sand. Every time I get close to someone, that I let my self get close to someone, I am never enough."

While he was treated like a nightmare, he was still human and as such still had feelings of his own. It just didn't occur to you that these feelings would be… tender.

His explanation of precisely what he was doing in that back bedroom, one of many and not to mention those locked cells. He had made a promise to Ada once; if he found someone worthy of him, he would never come to her door again. On the chance of König finding someone he deemed special he may grant her one last night. And as he sat next to you, your hand in his, dwarfed comically in size, he told you her last request was to look into his eyes one last time.

"You may not want to be here but I need you here."

You didn't blame the woman, pretty smart actually. His eyes were absolutely stunning. As stormy and blue as water of the fjord. He sounded genuine but that could also be some sort of ploy, a trick to get you to talk to him. You may have left the door between you open that night, but that didn't mean you fully trusted him either.

You had made it yours days mission to get finally observe the fjord, the ships coming into the port, the stunning cliffside. Tove's words, not your own. There was just enough daylight left over on your walk back that you wouldn't be walking and bumbling around the lanes.

You saw Ghost walking towards you, his heavy steps sticking into the mud, as were your own. Somewhere nearby someone was roasting meat to perfection. It wasn't until Ghost got closer did you notice he was being closely followed. A smaller blonde man, fit but not built like the man walking him like a dog.

"Graves?" You paused when they walked past.

"Runt?"

"Aye, what's the hold up?" Simon grunted and tugged the rope bound around Graves' wrists in front of him.

"I know her you big lug!" Graves sneered and looked you over. "So this is where you've been hiding."

"I wouldn't use those choice of words."

"How do you know 'em, pet?"

"Pet?" Graves snorted which made Simon jerk on the rope again.

"I said what I said idiot."

"Unfortunately I do. His name is Graves. He's a local gravedigger, hence the name. He also like to take a little something extra before he puts them in the ground." You made a face and upturned your nose. "I gotta' get paid somehow."

"The families pay you, you prick!"

"Yeah yeah, 's not like their gonna' miss a ring or two."

"I 'ave killed my fair share of men with my bare hands, beaten them unrecognizable but that, robbing the dead, is pretty disgusting." Ghost rolled his eyes, waved you off and yanked Graves to follow.

"See you around runt!"

Tove wasn't lying.

The fjord was breath taking, the grass was lush and the greenest shades you'd ever seen. Rock faces, mountains as high as the sky would allow. The slow moving clouds passing and blending as one had you sitting down by the shore to take it all in. A little chilly from the waves coming from the prisinte waters edge made you hug yourself.

You didn't have any of this sort of scenery, sure you had rolling hills of sweet grass and landscape but nothing to compare to this. A long ship had since left the harbor, you could the men on the ship, the size of ants, on there was to travel to far away lands. To raid or trade was a mystery.

"Simon tells me you are friendly with our newest help." König mentions at the dining table, tearing into a chicken leg beneath his mask, a twinkle in his eye when you chose to sit next to him. You were still frosty to the man beside you, warming back up but still on the colder side. Much like the weather outside the hall's doors.

"He lives nearby, the next village over. We have had run ins' with their clan before, annoying as they come. Graves is no different." You shrug.

"Ah, so not that kind of friendly."

"Did you think I had some sort affair with him?"

König made a curious noise in the back of his throat. "As I've said, you are a beautiful woman, pet. Any man or woman would be lucky to share their bed with someone like you."

"Lucky huh?" You snorted at that. "You think I am like your favorite paramour? That if someone pays me enough or I like them enough they can do as they please between my legs?"

"How many times must I tell you--"

"Until I am satisfied."

"-- I only have eyes for you," König touched your arm, fingered over your familial arm bracelet. "This still means something to you, ja?"

"This means everything to me. Generations of women from my family have worn this. It is apart of me and my history and future." You looked up at him, notice the softer way his eyes were boring into yours. They were so blue in this lighting of candles and fire that they could almost be described as glassy.

"Then it means that much and more to me that you keep your tradition, even under these circumstances." He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and for the first time, you let him bring your hands underneath the long table, into his lap to hold.

….

König had trying his hardest to get back to where he was comfortable with you, you let him in a little bit more day by day. Still uncertain if you trust a man like him. Was it wise? Was it worth it? Was it safe? He could easily turn on you, turn you loose.

You'd seen the carnage he's left in his wake, he'd even knocked your own father to the ground for fucks sake! You've seen him stand tall, heads above most, a giant to some. A beast, a monster, a predator in the night.

But he let you in, let you see that he was human and not some otherworldly entity, even though sometimes he came across that way. Blunt and honest. Once you two were alone in your respective rooms, he'd remove his hood and you could see his entire face. What made him König.

The harvest celebration was loud and clamoring, everyone was drunk or well on their way. Horangi had stayed a for time, the next day he was to take his steed back to his own clan. His bounty already loaded onto a full cart in the back of the hall. He insisted you dance with him.

And with König's permission you did.

For a man covered head to foot in fur and leather he was quite light on his feet. Spinning and dipping you along with some other couples and friends. Anso and Tove had each of their twin siblings in their arms as they moved and swayed to drum heavy beat.

You had finishes your horn of ale, wiping away the excess with the back of your hand when someone grabbed your arm.

"Saved a dance for me, have you?" Ghost slurred, gleeful as he swayed in his boots.

"Can you even dance, Simon?"

"Using my first name, Apologies! How bold of you."

"You know my name."

You could tell the big man was making a face behind his mask, his eyes glassy and deep voice a bit on the watery side. "I know I know. But I like Apologies better, so what say you, one dance? I promise I won't step on your feet."

"You sure about that?"

Simon thought for a moment before extending his hand. Large like König's, but not as calloused.

"We are going to find out!"

Ghost seemed to be in a mood, moving his feet faster than you've ever seen before. He was moving around you and fucking wiggling his hips to the beat. You had to laugh at his antics, he as having fun, you were having fun. Actually, the most fun you've had here with the KorTac clan and you let yourself go. Buzzed and smiling you took Ghost's hands and brought yourself in close only to extend back out, laughing as you both synced up and began to spin in a circle.

And it appeared you were in a mood of your own as well. After Ghost had picked you up after your dance, shaking you about playfully, you looked across the hall. Moving about the crowd. Glass was broken somewhere nearby, a cacophony of outrageous laughter erupted soon after. A group of jovial children ran by until you stopped in your tracks back to your table.

Ada was sat at your table, in your spot, on your pillow. You filled and finished another horn and swayed your hips in your cobalt blue dress and belt, eyes set on König, you made a beeline. No one would remember this anyway, everyone was too happy about the plentiful bounty KorTac had provided this year to notice.

"… you are certain I cannot change your mind, Collector? Just once more-"

"I've told you; you know our deal. I have a partner now, Ada. Our last time was our last time."

"But you didn't even fuck me!"

"Never said I would."

"That is not fair. What if you just watch?"

"No means no, Ada. You of all people know that."

"Is this new partner even worthy?"

"Yes, Collector," you stood next to König then, his head turning quickly to find you, his eyes clearly on your chest which was to his eye level. "Am I worthy?"

"My pet."

"Well you should answer accordingly, ja?" You held his gaze long enough before flicking them over to Ada for the first time. She sneered at you and crossed her arms in a pout.

"Of course you are. I had professed time and time again."

"Well this time," you took his hood in your hands, moving closer so even the slightest of his stubble could brace between your breasts, through the fabric of your dress. "I need to hear you say it."

König chuckled and held onto your hips, his hands as hot as the look he fixed you with. "You, my pet, you are worthy."

"Then why is she in my seat?"

"Leave us."

"You are quite serious? I'm being replaced by some ransom?!"

König didn't take his eyes away from you. "She is not some ransom, you foolish woman. She is to be my wife."

Something feral and drunken came over you then, the way he looked at you, the way he sounded absolutely enamored with you, possessed. How he dismissed Ada with wave of his wrist, his acceptance of you staring him down and eventually sitting in his lap like you belonged there, had left him speechless.

"Take me to bed." You breathed in his ear through the mask.

He grunted and grabbed you swiftly, dragging you behind him through the raucous, the excitement towards the back to your rooms. He made a sound when pushed him down on to your bed, the much larger man letting you take over, do as you pleased, as you wished.

Your head was spinning.

Should you do this?

Do you want to do this or is this to show off?

Were you really this jealous and had no recollection of it before you were in KorTac?

You stood at the foot of your bed, watching The Collector push himself up on his elbows, watching you toy with the idea.

Fuck it.

You unlaced your boots, eyes a little blurry and streaked with alcohol, you climbed on top of him. You put your hand on his chest, pushed a little harder until he was shrinking back into your covers. You ghosted a hand over his mask, feeling his breath catch and hitch before dragging the mask down, exposing his face as you tossed it aside. You angled your body down, arching your back with his hands lifting to your hips once.

"Don't make me regret this."

"I would never."

….

"You are certain you know what you are doing, pet?"

"Yes, Anso, I know how to shoot a bow!" You shook your head at the eldest Price, placing the string to your nose and cheek after taking out an arrow from the quiver, eyeing the targets he was pushing and swaying on the training grounds. "Do as you are told now, remember you are to run past them and I'll shoot."

"You promise not to hit me?" He shouted back at you.

"Only one way to find out. Go!"

Anso was pleased with your accuracy and that you hadn't shot him with an arrow, you thought you might be far more rusty then you actually were!

While you and the boy were training and practicing with the wooden swords, axe handling and throwing them at the tree lined targets Kruger had set up, you couldn't help but smile. You were once more having fun. You laughed and rolled to the ground letting Anso take a win, pretending to stab you in the belly. You exaggerated your death as the young kid balked victory, placing a boot onto your chest with a loud WHOOP!

"You did good, kid. You will make an excellent warrior." You said, slinging an arm around his shoulders, ruffling his short brown hair as you walked back to KorTac.

"Of course I will, pet; I am the son of a Price!" Anso exclaimed with a raise of his fist before walking him home.

You thought about your night with König on your trudge up the wooden steps to the great hall, the fires burning giving off just enough heat to warm your hands before heading inside and getting ready for bed.

His large hands on your waist, in your hair, rutting up against you. The way he kept his blue eyes open for the first kiss of the night, licking into your mouth, pressing himself closer to you, groping over your tits, holding your throat, mouthing and panting against your throat and shoulder.

Someone cleared their throat behind you on the landing, taking you out of your memory as you turned to see Graves leaned up against the hall. He waved you over quietly.

"What do you want?"

"What's the plan?" He half whispered, keeping his voice down and low.

"What plan?"

"The escape plan, runt. You have been holed up here with these people for months, surely you have come up with a plan of escape. Maybe even tried to once or twice."

"I don't have a death wish, Graves. I have seen what KorTac is capable of," you relaxed your shoulders and announced something unheard of. "And these people… are soon to be my people."

"What do you mean by that?" Graves twisted up his face into a nasty shape of disgust.

You held up your arm.

"You mean you are to marry one of them? Which one?" He locked eyes with your bracelet, he scoffed and looked down his nose at you. You raised your eyebrows.

"Don't… do not tell me you are to marry him. You are to be the wife of The Collector?! You cannot marry him, he's a monster. You would rather be his whore than attempt to escape?"

"I'd rather be his whore than attempt to leave, especially with the likes of you! Too bad Soap didn't kill you when they had the chance, save us all from your incredible annoyance and ignorance." You spat at his boots and headed inside.

"You are going to regret that!" He called, the music and commotion drowning out his words.

[greaterblogston]

hi there!! i saw that you're planning on deactivating your twitter but would you maybe consider setting it to private instead or archiving it in some way?? there's so many good memories and great bits of commentary on there and it would be sad to see it go. i totally understand if that's not something you'd be up for but i figured i'd suggest it!! thanks so much :)

Thanks. It took me a long time to answer this because I wasn't sure what I was going to do. The fact is that I'm very angry at what's happened at Twitter, just like I'm angry with so much happening around the world.

What seemed like lunacy a few years ago in Greater Boston is becoming reality. Sure, it's not a train system as a city, but Twitter was once the top social media platform in existence. It was bought and paid for by a rich megalomaniac and is used primarily to amplify his own voice while it courts right-wing political influence and prop up work created by artificial intelligence. That's a bit too close to home to Emily Bespin for my liking.

So my current thoughts is to leave the work there as a Fuck You to Elon and all of his bootlicking backers. It's a mole working in the Red-sistence. Like Gemma or Isaiah.

And yes, I acknowledge that this means Twitter can use my tweets as AI generated training. Go on, do it. See what happens. We saw what happened to the Cheesebots when they soaked in the memories of Leon. I fucking dare you, punk.

So for now, it's going to stay. It's too complicated to archive and host elsewhere, and I'm too angry to wave the white flag and give up on it. Plus I don't want someone creating a screen name and pretending to be us, which is a fear others have used to justify in not deleting your account all together.

The fact is - it's a lot of fucking hard work to run any social media account. In the early days of Greater Boston I was on that sucker a TON. I really tried to make it almost an extension of the show. I probably got too sucked in at one point. And so having it all go to hell has been kind of devastating. In a way, it feels like the show doesn't have a voice anymore, and we have no sense of how connected we are to anyone. And it's hard to keep creating in that kind of a void. But that's our issue, not yours.

All I know is I'm not going back to Twitter unless it changes to a massive degree. Communication will be handled here, via the Newsletter, and maybe Instagram. Maybe. Tik Tok possibly too. I don't know. Who knows?

Thanks for the question and for making me think about this.