#like cmon I thought we were past sending anon hate

[crossovereddie]

Thoughts on Gallavich Hall of Shame

Wow okay this is the latest I’ve ever posted a weekly recap and I feel awful about it but mom life amirite? I’ve seen a lot of negative posts about this episode( maybe I just follow the wrong people) so ngl I’m kinda worried about watching it. Ugh. This is why I try to not look up things until I’ve had a chance to recap because I hate being influenced by other people’s opinions BUT I’m gonna try my best to find the positive things in the episode and keep this light hearted and fun like I’ve been trying to do all season! Okay I’ll shut up now and get right into why you’re really reading this post:

Oh baby Gallavich :(((((

THEY WERE SO LITTLE

Bitch don’t even say the word divorce

They’re sitting side by side playing a game together 😭😭😭😭

Mickey loves blowing ian pass it on

Oh fuck I forgot that belt move ian did 🤤🤤🤤

Nob job lmao

MID GOBBLE

ugh Ned was the most disgusting piece of shit

Who are those two exes wtf

I don’t know their names but I forgot I never watched any episode Mickey wasn’t in lmao

WAIT A WOMAN WHAT THE FUCK

Wow Mickey Milkovich really deserves so much better

Compilation of Mickey saying fuck THANK YOU

Omfg s4 Mickey was actually perfect

“Course you will. That’s your whole fucking MO” oh shit..

Wow remembering the past is really making me hate ian again lmao

Just when I started loving him for once

But then I remember how much he’s grown and I love him again

Fuck the writers tho

Let me write Gallavich please I’d do a much better job

Okay y’all really made it seem like Mickey was super offensive with his bipolar comment

I’m bipolar and hate when people use the term lightly but cmon guys that was nothing

He even called it a bipolar episode. He didn’t say anything offensive at all omfg. I was over here thinking he called him a psycho or something.

Some of y’all just gotta stop watching and stick to fanfics or something.

“I wish I never met you.” “Me either” THEN THEIR FUCKING WEDDING FUCK YALL NOW IM IN MY FEELS 😭😭

They’ve been through so much wow

Okay I need to see Mickey wearing a fanny pack

THE RING AND THE FLASHBACK STOP

GIVE MICKEY AND IAN A BABY

Fuck I need to rewatch the wedding

“Stupid gallagher” same

Mickey giving the Fanny pack back my boy is such a Good Samaritan wow I raised you so well I’m so proud my perfect son

SHIT I JUST REALIZED WHAT SONG IS PLAYING FUCK THIS YALL IM OUT 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh gosh I thought we were done seeing ian Gallagher’s dance moves

Why would they put us through that again

“Stupid Milkovich” you watch your mouth

But we love when a man learns from his mistakes

Now kiss

Mickey is beautiful damn ian is so lucky

Now this is the type of flashback I like to see

MICKEY SAYING HES SENSITIVE DO YALL REALIZE HOW BIG THAT IS?!

Ugh I love him so much

I’m so proud to be his mom

Okay unpopular opinion but I actually love that little how’d your bipolar tirade go how’d your stealing shit go

If you’ve been with someone through their rock bottoms you’ll understand how not offensive at all that interaction was

They both said things they felt bad about saying and now they’re having a bit of banter about it

“We work well together”

GUYES THEYRE ACTUALLY TALKING THINGS OUT THIS IS HUGE

They needed space after feelings got hurt but now they’re coming together to make up and actually talk things over

They’re learning and growing apart AND together

They both had the horrible childhoods and they’re doing their best

It takes years and years of therapy to work through deep rooted issues like that. I’m STILL seeing a therapist twice a week and I still have issues.

Just imagine. They’re how old? Mid to late twenties and neither of them have properly dealt with their issues and mental health problems. You can’t expect them to be the perfect couple you read about in fanfics. Yeah shameless is over the top but it’s a tv show that has stayed on the air for 11 seasons BECAUSE of how over the top it is. Stop expecting these characters to be healed healthy woke changed characters from one season to the next when they haven’t even properly dealt with their issues and it would honestly be very ooc if they did deal with their issues in a healthy way

I wish they would but that’s not the shameless way.

Well that was a long rant but honestly it was needed

Ugh I hate reliving terry this is the worst my heart is breaking

I skipped fast

Terry is definitely worse but yeah they’re both pieces of shit

Shit I forgot how abusive frank was

They both deserve so much better

They’re so cute oh gosh

We love communication

Okay but fr taking a bath with your SO isn’t as romantic as people think or maybe I’m just not a romantic lmao

Unless it’s a big bathtub with leg room

Mickey has the best lines

He’s so funny 😭😭😭

Mickey loves being manhandled✨✨✨✨

Honestly? I really think they would be really into some safe consensual bdsm play and they deserve to have that

PICK HIM UP IAN PLEASE ITS WHAT HE WANTS

fucking love you

I love you too

MUTUAL I LOVE YOUS ARE MY FAVORITE THING

IAN LOVES TO DO THE THUMB THING I CANT

HE DID IT EIGHT TIMES IN THREE SECONDS I COUNTED

they’re so perfect for each other :(((

A kissing compilation 😭😭

THE S7 VAN KISS HAS MY HEART

I still want a scene of Mickey making fun of Ian’s black hair

THE WEDDING 😭😭😭

I’m in tears again

THE KEY CHANGE WITH IAN SAYS MICKEY STILL GETS ME 😭😭😭😭

“Now?” HOW DOES ONE WORD GET SUCH A BIG REACTION FROM ME

I deserved to be at that wedding 😭😭😭

“But not these newlyweds” damn right

THE BLOOPERS

I love them so much

I LOVE SEEING NOEL AND CAM AT WORK

What a treat

SWEET LOVING MOUTH

THE THUMB THING AGAIN

JUST FOR ME

I MISS SEASONN FOUR MICKEY I WANNA GO WATCH HIM NOW

I love Mickey more than anything 😭😭

Okay that was so much better than I was expecting! I know I ranted a lot and I’m probably gonna get some angry comments and messages but I honestly don’t care. Have your opinion and I’ll have my own and if you wanna discuss things like adults I’ll reply but if not then I don’t have time for the negativity. My boys actually communicated and didn’t self sabotage for once and I’m so proud. I love not being as invested as I used to be because now I can actually enjoy their scenes! Anyway it’s late where I’m at and I haven’t been getting much sleep so I’m gonna stop rambling. Let me know what you thought of this episode! Oh and real quick! I noticed I got a flood of new followers in the past two weeks so i just wanted to say feel free to send me messages on and off anon! I like talking to y’all! I promise I’m nice lol! Okay bye I love Mickey so much!

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

You said you found your old Stucky fics and were willing to share them, so ... Please? *puppy-dog eyes*

(Gladly anon!! Forgive the mediocre writing, and also i wrote this in like 2014 before civil war so this is totally inaccurate to canon!! Sorry about that lmao!! I also have another fic {and maybe a few drabbles, some unfinished} if anyone wants it, but warning its fluff with no plot lol.  Here are my fav nerds)

Steve did not like the feeling of being shaken. He didn’t like how his words were stuck in his throat. He did not like the eating away at his heart, the parasitic monster that made his eyes water and vocal chords whimper. He hated the sight of the door before him; he wanted to kick it open.

To be fair, it was such an ugly shade of white. It was chipping at the sides and there was a light, ever so light patch of rust at the bottom of the knob. What Steve hated the most is what the door hid from him, because he so desperately wanted to see it. He needed this thing so much right now and every second he spent waiting and waiting seemed to last longer than an eternity  and the impatience was killing him.

What lay beyond that door was Bucky Barnes, who was a different Bucky Barnes but still Bucky Barnes. He was still the same boy who delivered newspapers to his house and defended him from all the bullies. That boy was incapable of talking about his feelings and he was so so good at pretending everything was okay. He was so good at smiling like everything was in place even when inside he felt drowned and tired; that was why it shook Steve to the bone when he saw him with those cold, dead eyes.

“I need to see him,” Steve said firmly, squeezing his own hand tightly, expressionless and stoic as he’s ever been.

“Steve, we talked about this..” Natasha sighed exasperatedly, closing her eyes and running a hand through her red, wavy hair. “I’ve..dealt with a controlled person before. And I get it; it really hurts..especially when it’s someone you love..” Natasha continued, her voice softer at the end. She turned to face Steve to see him sulking about, pity genuinely filling her heart.

“I know how much Bucky means to you, I really do, I understand why,” Natasha started slowly, eyes dimming thinking about the soldier, “but..he’s not ready. He’s sick and delirious..you don’t know what he’s going to be like–You might not be able to handle what happ-”

“But we can’t leave him in there alone! He’s already been that for 70 years! We should end that isolation as soon as possible! He needs someone there with him!” Steve argued, positioning himself to face his friend, eyes fiery with stubbornness.

“Natasha, I did agree with you. But..I do think it’s time. If..my friend escaped some forsaken hellhole I would..I would spend every moment with him so he knows that he’s okay. You know?” Sam said suddenly, appearing to have given a lot of thought into it.

There was silence for a long period of time.

“Go,” Natasha said finally, so undramatic that Steve didn’t believe her for a second. He gave her a look, as if to confirm that what she said was true and that he could finally see Bucky. Natasha sighed, nodding, “But I’m warning you..he might..be different. He could remember you, and everything, but..be prepared, okay, Steve?” She squeezed his hand gently, looking him in the eye.

Steve swallowed nervously, and nodded, getting to his feet and walking slowly towards the door. He breathed heavily for a while, hand resting on the door knob, terrified out of his mind. He wasn’t scared of Bucky; never was. He was scared of what they did to him, he was scared of seeing the damage.

He turned back to face Natasha and Sam, and looked at them nervously. Sam smiled softly at him, “Go get him, Captain.”

Steve nodded slowly, and braced himself for what was to come.

“So…if you did this part and I did this..” Steve said, eyeing the piece of assignment carefully. He drew some diagram on another sheet of paper to illustrate their pieces of work for their English project.

“..snnfff..Yeah,” Bucky replied absentmindedly, his sheet of brainstorming slowly but surely evolving into a mess of words and lines.

Sarah Rogers came in, a tray of milk and cookies in her hands. “How’re my boys?” She cooed cheerfully, setting the tray on a table. Steve groaned,

“Mooooom, we’re 18.”

Sarah laughed, “Well, you both certainly act like you’re 10 years younger!”

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at that, however the laugh turning into a husky, soft cough. Sarah’s eyes widened a little, “Oh, Bucky, have you caught yourself a cold?” Steve tensed suddenly, feeling a little protective of Bucky immediately.

Bucky shook his head, “No, just a little dehydrated, I thin..thihhh…” Bucky turned away from the two Rogers and pressed his thumb and pointer finger against nostrils, sneezing.

“Bless you!”

Sarah gave him a sympathetic smile, “Oh, Bucky…You’re looking paler too. D'you need a blanket?”

Steve rested his hand on the taller man’s shoulder, “I’m sorry Buck, I didn’t even notice that you were feeling sick!”

Bucky shook his head, “I’m fine, honestly–”

He sneezed a sneeze so stifled it was hilarious.

Steve wanted to laugh at that sneeze but held it in, smile fading away as he saw his best friend shaking, “Awh, Buck, you’re shaking!”

Sarah kneeled down to the two boys who were sprawled across the carpet and felt Bucky’s forehead, which was a challenge for her when the Barnes boy kept flinching away from her. “This doesn’t seem good at all, James, d'you want to-” she stopped talking as she saw his face scrunch up, retreating to pinch his nose, and release another stifled sneeze.

“You want to stay the night?” Sarah continued, “also, don’t hold them in like that, it’s not good for you.” Bucky shook his head, “Sarah..I appreciate the thought and all, but..if I stay..I’ll be a burden to you and Steve and I risk getting one of you sick..”

“Nonsense! Once your aunt sees you she’ll be sending you back to me to get you all patched up, and don’t you dare mention this to her, but she’s no good at looking after you,” Sarah said firmly, but softly as well.

Bucky’s nostrils twitched and he cupped his nose and mouth with his hands and inhaled sharply, sneezing to the side twice. He groaned softly and sniffled, “Excuse me, f-fine..but..I-I’m not getting Steve sick-I..won’t be able to deal with that-”

Steve slapped his thigh playfully, “Woah! Bless you! That was quite some sneeze. Also, you think you can be sick without me taking care of you?”

“Steve–you don’t have to, honestly–” He was cut off by yet another loud and forceful sneeze.

“Bless you–and I will.”

Sarah helped Bucky stand up, “I’m sorry James, but it appears I can’t do anything to pry Steven away from you, such a pest, Isn’t he?” She said playfully, ruffling both her son’s and his best friend’s hair, “but I’ll be sure to give him an extra dose of vitamin c, so don’t you be worrying.” Bucky turned his head away from her and ducked his nose into his shirt,

“HehhSHiew! HhrSHiew!..ugh. Thank you..you..don’t have to be doing this.”

“They come in twos!”

“ Shut up–Steeeh–” He was cut off yet again by three progressive sneezes, deeply irritated by the continuous tickle in his nose.

“See! Bless you–besides, Ma’s a nurse, Buck, and you’re my friend.”

Bucky sneezed ticklishly, and rubbed at his red nose irritably. He nodded, “Yeah, okay. I know. Sorry. I just, didn’t want to be a burden.” Bucky’s nose twitched and he inhaled sharply, snapping forward into his hands and sneezed. The force bent him over at the waist.

“Bless you!” Steve chirped.

“Not a burden! Ever!” Sarah replied firmly, but a caring tone evident in her tone. She placed a hand on his back, trying to support him as he bent over. He shyly straightened back up, finger rubbing against his raw nostrils. Sarah frowned at the sight of his unhealthy shape.

“Besides, you are the oldest and don’t really get taken care of at home, so might as well try out the whole being taken care of thing. You’re always welcome to the Rogers clan.” Sarah continued, watching as Bucky inhaled for another sneeze but failed in succeeding.

“Part of the family Buck, y'now that right?” Steve chipped in, smiling goofily, far too happy about his illness than he was supposed to. His smile faded a little when Bucky didn’t answer, he hoped that it was just a result of coaxing out a sneeze. “You…know that, right?” He said, softer.

Bucky sneezed three harsh, ticklish sneezes, “nn..Yeah, I dow that. Yeah, us.” Bucky said sleepily, letting himself become sandwiched between the two people who had slotted themselves into his family.

“That’s good. Really good Buck, now cmon, you need to rest.”

Bucky had always looked so beautiful when he was asleep.

Even now, his eyelashes rested perfectly on his eyes, eyebrows furrowed only slightly and his mouth the slightest bit open, his lips pink and soft. He looked at peace; and Steve wished to pretend that he was at peace even though deep within he knew Bucky was at war with himself.

He knew that HYDRA was horrible to him, if they hurt him enough to damage him mentally many many years ago when the 107th was captured, 70 years with them surely must have felt like hell was a better option. So he let him sleep; because he knew Bucky wouldn’t have gotten much of that in the past.

He pulled a chair and sat next to him, unable to stop himself from resting his hand on Bucky’s own, lightly stroking the soft pale skin and the making his touches even softer if that was possible on his cuts and bruises. Touching Bucky made him want to cry, as he suddenly realised that Bucky was real, he wasn’t well but he was alive.

Suddenly Bucky’s breath started to quicken and his chest heaved, and he suddenly shot up, turning against Steve and releasing a stifled sneeze.

“Bucky?”

Bucky turned to face him, and he looked like he was taken aback, his blue eyes sparkling with nostalgia, “Steve?”

Steve let out a strangled sob and couldn’t help but throw himself on the man, hugging him tight, embracing all that he was and all that he wasn’t, letting himself feel the warmth that he didn’t know he was missing. He held Bucky, his Bucky, and when he felt Bucky flinch he immediately pulled away,

“Oh shit, I’m sorry–Bucky I-”

Bucky didn’t say anymore and pulled Steve back to him, letting himself become small and cling on to Steve for dear life, sobbing hard, “I remember you Steve, your mom’s name was Sarah and you used to put newspapers in your shoes. Steve, they hurt me.. They turned me into a monster..I thought you left me…but..” Bucky sobbed even harder, “..you came back.”

Steve sobbed softly, and pushed the hair out of Bucky’s eyes, “Buck, save your voice. Youre really ill and you need to rest.” He felt his forehead, “this doesn’t look good. Come now..lay down your head..” Bucky still was burying his head in Steve’s chest and suddenly felt his breath hitch and nose tickle like hell and he didn’t have time to pull away before the eventual release, “ He sneezed quietly,  spraying Steve’s chest lightly.

“Oh god–I’m sorry-” Bucky panicked, having learned how to stifle and turn away from his captors due to their disgust. Steve shushed him, running a hand through his hair, “Bless you, it’s okay..it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Steve stood to get some tissues, when Bucky tugged at his arm, the tears welling back in his eyes, “Please don’t leave me.”

The desperation in Bucky’s eyes broke Steve’s heart, and he quickly tugged the box of tissues towards the bed. “I’m not leaving you,” Steve said firmly, “never again,” he said, softer.

Bucky would’ve replied but his nose started to twitch with the terrible tickle in his nose, he turned his head away from Steve and sneezed. Bucky groaned and his throat hurt from all the stifles. A little layer of wetness lay below his nostrils and Steve wiped it away slowly, “Bless. That hurt, didn’t it? Stop stifling like that, okay?”

Bucky sniffled slowly, regretting it immediately when he turned his head away from Steve again and let his nostrils twitch, breath hitching, the tickle teasing his brains out, until his nostrils started flaring and finally, the tickle became enough to let him sneeze, and when he knew he was definitely going to sneeze, he took a sharp breath and sneezed.

“Bless you,” Steve said, and quickly brought the tissue back to Bucky’s nose

Bucky sniffled miserably. “Blow,” Steve said softly, and added pressure to one nostril at a time as Bucky blew forcefully. “I’m gonna get you sick,” Bucky said miserably.

“I don’t get sick anymore,” Steve smiled softly, and pressed ruffled Bucky’s messy hair. Bucky’s nose had taken a pink form, and he leaned in to kiss the very tip, “You’ve always been so cute when you sneeze.”

“Fuck you,” Bucky said good naturedly, and his nose twitched with the light touch and he sneezed again. He moaned, “I haven’t been able to let them out like that in so long.”

“Wait, what?”

“…They didn’t let me sneeze properly. They forced me to be as quiet as possible so I didn’t blow my cover but they were really just too disgusted.”

“Oh Buck..”

Not long after that Bucky fell into a fit of coughing, unable to stop, until Steve practically jumped onto the bed and patted him firmly against his shoulder blades, continuing to rub little circles onto his back once the coughing subsided.

Bucky groaned, raising his hand to temple then pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to overcome a headache. Steve pushed him down to the bed gently, fluffing out the pillow his head was on and pulled the blankets over him, frowning when Bucky was still shaking.

“Steve,” Bucky croaked weakly.

“Mmm?”

“What did..what did you say my name was again?” Bucky looked genuinely heart broken, frustrated that this stupid fever was making him forget his hard efforts of remembering his memories again. He looked guilty, as if he was doing something wrong.

Steve smiled softly at him and rested his hand on top of his best friend’s one, stroking the tender skin slowly. “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes and you’re my best friend.”

Bucky closed his eyes and smiled, genuinely smiled and he was so beautiful that it overwhelmed Steve. He hadn’t seen that wonderful smile in so long and he had forgotten the beauty of it and something within him seemed to be fuller.

“Yeah, that’s it, I remember now.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for some time and Steve thought Bucky was asleep when Bucky’s eyes slowly fluttered open and he started to talk again,

“Can..can you..-” Bucky stopped, blushing, and shook his head, “never mind.”

Steve widened his eyes, “Nononono, what do you need? It’s okay, you can ask for what you want.”

Bucky shut his eyes tight, blushing, “can you..lie down with me? I mean..presuming I can’t infect you–”

It was a matter of seconds before Steve climbed onto the bed and was lying down with Bucky, wanting to wrap himself around him but forcing himself not to, only looking him in the eye softly. They lay down together, looking each other in the eye, fingertips brushing only slightly for a really long time.

Bucky’s eyes were the same as they were years ago, but at the same time they weren’t. They were the same shape, the same long eyelashes and the same beautiful shade of blue. But his eyes weren’t shining as bright as they used to. They didn’t sparkle with energy and youth. He was drained. He was so tired. It would take so long to get what was left of Bucky Barnes back. There was a huge portion Steve could never get back. He was Bucky Barnes of the past but he was also a completely different person, but Steve could still love him endlessly.

“..I remember something else,” Bucky said quietly.

“Huh? Like what?”

“That I loved you.”

Bucky said this the way someone would say “it’s warm” or “how are you”. He says this like its the most normal and casual thing in the world. He says this like its the norm, like he’s always been this way, and in a way it was true. Steve didn’t know what to say.

“I remember that I loved you more than anything in the world. I saw something in you that no one else did. You were my stars and my sun and my light and all things wonderful,” Bucky said absentmindedly, dreamily, even, eyes gazing some place else and his voice leaked with nostalgia. He paused for a couple of moments to smile and think about it, and then continued, “but then one day, the world saw what I saw in you. The world started to love you and it hurt because I loved you first. You found someone who deserved you and I tried to fall out of love but to be honest with you..falling out of train was easier.”

Steve’s mouth parted slightly, finding it hard to take it all in, and he brushed his fingers against Bucky’s in the hope that maybe they had a chance at starting over.

“..Do you..think you.. still love me?”

“I never stopped.”

Steve pressed in and kissed him softly, nothing too fast and too firm, something simple and sweet, making nice little noises as they kissed. He feared that he was going too fast, but Bucky wanted it all, and he felt so warm and good. He tasted like birthday cake and snowflakes. 70 years was worth the wait.

Steve grinned and touched his forehead with Bucky’s, unable to control himself from being the inner sap that he was, “You and me?”

Bucky sniffled, and grinned back lightly, “You’re a punk.”

“Jerk.”

[clan-fuildarach]

breaking: ursus caught being sincere on main

skip this post if u just want dragon content and if, much like myself, you would rather self-combust than see the words ‘ace discourse’ on a fr blog again

but we have to clear up some misconceptions. for 2 years i sat down here at my desk and created content that i thought would entertain myself and others, with my primary goal being a safe and positive space for lgbt content. writing about our experiences, especially those that normally don’t get media attention (see: every lesbian character i’ve ever written about), with a secondary theme of mental illness and how sometimes it doesn’t always look how u expect it to look. since my break in august for animal care purposes (i got to foster kittens!), this blog and fr in general are no longer my primary creative outlet so things have been admittedly slow. 

in those years since joining fr i’ve met a lot of amazing people, some of whom have different opinions on cishet ace inclusion than me, which i don’t mind about. i still wholeheartedly consider them friends. i remember i got an anon on my old blog in 2015 asking me my stance on the matter and my response was ‘i don’t care’ because that is how i feel. i don’t believe cishet ace discourse is an appropriate hill to die on and i don’t believe it really matters irl. if you’re not a homophobe, ur good in my books. and on a related note, hatred towards asexuals is also extremely shitty. i just don’t believe that saying that an apple isn’t an orange means that u hate apples. if u get what i mean. and yes, i am allowed to make jokes about ace people, because i am an ace people.

this entire debate has trapped people into taking sides and fighting on an issue that holds absolutely no importance to greater lgbt activism. people who describe themselves as inclusionists or exclusionists and run entire blogs dedicated to fighting are people i find very hard to take seriously. i don’t really get why u would do nothing but argue and fight online. i guess ppl just don’t have better things to do. and i know the reason people have crusaded so hard against me and my friends here is because they find it entertaining, which, again, is something i don’t understand. 

throughout this entire one-sided debate i want you to remember who went out of their way to foster a hostile environment for young lgbt people specifically (let’s be real here, there are no cishet people being hounded as aphobes, and discoursers tend to be young), and who did not. if i dislike who someone is reblogging from, i unfollow or block like a grown up and i don’t send harassing anons. the few occasions in the past i’ve made PSAs were about serious issues, like people who fetishise gay ppl. meanwhile, certain people have been all over my personal blog, have sent me truly vile anonymous messages (most unpublished, to save ur eyeballs, but yes there was suicide bait among them), wanked endlessly on anonymous websites about me, whatever. at this point it should be obvious that the drama-starters are in it for the thrill of it and not for any sort of noble reasons.

now to clear up the misconceptions. no, i don’t hate ace people. yes i am ace. yes i am a lesbian who believes straight ace or aro people are not Lesbian Gay Bi or Trans. no i am not going to burst into flames if i see an ace pride dragon. no i am not ok with sexual abuse (??? lads? cmon?). no i am not a harasser. no i am not positing myself as some kind of leader (the fact that u think i am says more about ur attitude towards these online spaces than it does about me tbh). no i don’t care if u dislike me. no i am not going to debate or argue with you, this is a fandom blog. and no, i will not apologise for blandly stating my opinion in a neutral tone in response to an anon 7 months ago. 

i have been treated like a faceless art dispenser for years now and i want u to understand: just because ppl reblog my art doesn’t mean that i’m some sort of public figure who must be polite 24/7 or my ratings will go down or whatever. i’m an amateur artist who shits around on a blog, and ur not entitled to a stranger’s kindness on the internet. if you’re the type to write a Hot Take going “wow :/ ursus is mean i expected better” after i respond snappishly to a rude message, i want to let you know that i don’t care. i’m not here to perform for you, i’m here to participate in my hobby, which i do for fun. 

thanx for reading, enjoy 

if u have questions u can message me. if ur asking in good faith i can explain whatever